"Quan Zi said: Only women and villains are difficult to raise, those who are close are not grandchildren, and those who are far away are resentful!"

"Quan Zi said: Yao is not gobbling, goo!

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In the main hall, nearly sixty teenagers and girls were shaking their heads and reading something.

It has been three years since the disciples were recruited, and in these three years, Wang Quan has naturally become the enlightenment teacher of the disciples.

After teaching his disciples to draw qi into his body, he couldn't wait to take out the Analects and Mencius and become a Chinese teacher.

Books are the ladder of human progress, and the Four Books and Five Classics are the foundation of the knowledge of the sages, and letting the disciples learn more about these contents will be of great help to them in cultivating the Tao and becoming immortals.

Of course, he would never tell these disciples that he wanted to pass on the pain he had experienced to the next generation.

Wang Quan was not worried about what would go wrong after teaching these things to his students.

He had already seen that in the desolate world, secular civilization and monk civilization were two different routes. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Suizu and the others to become immortals. The wisdom of immortals is like an abyss, and they can comprehend countless knowledge from the heavens by deducing at will, and they themselves are a profound civilization!

Wang Quan looked serious, patrolling the hall with his hands behind his back, supervising the study of his disciples.

These disciples are in a rebellious period and need to be guided well.

Suddenly, Wang Quan saw that a young man with a melon seed face suddenly buried his face in the bamboo slip in his hand.

He appeared in front of this disciple in an instant, and the ring ruler in his hand slammed on the desk three times in a row.

"Bang Bang !!"

A violent beating sound resounded through the hall, the sound of reading stopped abruptly, and the other disciples looked curiously in the direction of Wang Quan.

"Elder Chuangong!"

The dozing disciple was even more startled by the sudden sound and raised his head suddenly.

"How many times have you said that you want to call the old man a ghost!"

"Hell... Ghost old man!"

The unlucky young man's face turned pale, and he chuckled in his heart, and said in his heart: "It's over!"

Sure enough, Wang Quan's gaze swept over the other disciples, and he said sharply: "What are you stopping for?

After being yelled at by Wang Quan, the disciples realized that they were now in class, and quickly turned their heads and began to recite the text aloud.

"Bastard, are you using your sleep time to refine qi and cultivate the Dao again?" Wang Quan squinted his eyes, exuding an incomparably dangerous aura all over his body.

The Chaos was panicked, his eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at the king.

"How many times has the old man told you that on the path of cultivation, don't be hasty and impatient. Why did the old man teach you to talk about the scriptures and lecture notes? Just to relieve the pressure of your cultivation!"

"Forget it, this time the old man won't embarrass you. Copy the Analects a thousand times in sermons!"

Wang Quan had a kind smile on his face, he was very approachable, he patted the shoulder of the bastard, and continued to walk around the main hall. Corporal punishment of disciples is not good after all, and it is enough to symbolically let them copy the text a few times!

Soon, a morning passed. The disciples also finished reciting the Analects one after another and went to the Foreign Affairs Hall to look for fresh ingredients.

Yun Lingzi, as the number two person in Taixuanmen, is not only responsible for external work, but also responsible for the diet and daily life of his disciples. It's still the old saying, those who can work harder. As a result, the Foreign Affairs Hall has also become a canteen.

Wang Quan watched with great interest the homework handed in by his disciples. Because of the sermon they use, there will be no difference in the glyphs, let alone any typos. A sermon is a kind of text that can "look at the text to make sense", and if there is a slight deviation, the text cannot be burned.

"It's okay!" Wang Quan felt very satisfied after reading everyone's homework. These disciples have been able to write several books silently, which shows that the Terrans of the Flood Desolation are still very smart. For the human race of later generations, four or five poems have to memorize a lesson, and the memory is very poor!

After a short rest, he calculated the time, and felt that the disciples should have rested enough, so he took a big suck in his hand, took the silver bell on the table in his hand, and shook it desperately.

Bell bell!

Almost at the same time, the disciples' dormitory, the foreign affairs hall, the law enforcement hall... As long as it was the area where the disciples were active, a piercing bell sounded.

Hearing this voice, the faces of all the disciples instantly turned gray, and one by one they dragged their heavy bodies and reluctantly walked towards the Hall of Transmission of Martial Arts.

However, when they entered the main hall, they were surprised to find that the tables and chairs that they hated had disappeared, and were replaced by futons made of animal skins. And the ghost elder, who made them extremely afraid, also changed into a turquoise robe, and sat on the top of the main hall with a fairy wind bone.

The disciples were shocked, but they didn't dare to say more, they knew the temper of the ghost elder.

"Well, sit down as you used to be, and from now on, every five years, I will preach to you!" the king slowly opened his eyes.

"Really?" Surprised, a disciple with thick nerves blurted out, completely forgetting the majesty of the ghost old man on weekdays.

In the past three years, Wang Quan has maintained the demeanor of the senior class teacher, and the disciples are afraid of him. When they heard that someone was actually questioning the ghost elder, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to come out, and looked at the ghost elder cautiously.

Who knows, the image of the ghost old man who has always been strict has suddenly changed, and there is an incomparably warm smile on his face, which only makes everyone creepy.

"I have good news for you, that your lessons are all over. From now on, this seat will no longer be your teacher of scripture and righteousness, but your elder. Therefore, in the future, whether you practice or play, it has nothing to do with this seat. ”

As soon as Wang Quan said this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became cheerful, like a ray of sunshine injected into the cold winter, and like a bright light that suddenly appeared in the darkness.

However, while the crowd was rejoicing, the king continued to speak.

"But don't rejoice too soon. In the midst of the flood, there are many crises, even our human race, there is a danger of overturning. It's okay for you to be playful, but if you encounter any crisis in the future, don't regret your choice today!"

After speaking, Wang Quan ignored everyone's mood and began to explain the Tao.

As soon as he started talking, he talked about the places that need to be paid attention to in the stage of refining and refining gas.

Unlike others, the realm of kingship is explored by oneself. His understanding of the realm of refining and refining qi was stronger than that of most immortals. Because except for the human race, the other races basically do not have the stage of refining qi.

All the disciples sat on the futon, listening attentively, for fear of missing a word.

These people have only been cultivating for three years, and there are many things they don't understand. But after Wang Quan said this, their doubts about cultivation dissipated one after another, and the spiritual platform became clear.

The royal power is explained from the simple to the complex, from the three aspects of essence, qi, and spirit, and the key points of polishing mana are explained in detail. No one has told these secrets of practice, and I don't know how long I will have to explore.

Later, Wang Quan directly told about his various realizations when he broke through the refining of qi and transforming the gods. The disciples were even more fascinated by what they heard.

Before you know it, the sermon of the kingship has come to an end.

Of course, the disciples were still unsatisfied, but the king didn't care about them, turned into a streamer, and flew out of the main hall.

He had accepted the mission from the Holy Land! Of course, this was also an opportunity for training. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to hone himself and advance to the realm of immortals with all his might.

Refining the Void and Combining Dao is a very peculiar realm, somewhat similar to the Tribulation Period in Xiuzhen's novels. If a qi practitioner can comprehend the key to becoming an immortal, he will be able to directly cross this realm and become an immortal. The so-called super epiphany, the day of the sun soaring, is talking about this realm.