When he saw that the people had arrived, the boy greeted him and led the way. Meng Tongchen looked left and right, and saw that the same was true of the other stone pagodas, and many new disciples, led by a famous boy, converged towards a gray-white hall in the distance.

And farther away, there were more streams of people converging from all directions, those who seemed to be the disciples assigned to the other Immortal Shuai's seats.

When I got closer, I found that the palace called the Santu Hall was unusually large, but the decoration was quite simple, the walls were carved with reliefs, and the main hall was the same gray and white color, and it was not clear from a distance.

The boy who led the way stopped at the entrance of the main hall, and Meng Tongchen and the others could only enter by themselves.

Although it was daytime, the sides of the hall were still lit with one-person-high candles, but even so, there were still large shadows outside the candlelight, and there was a feeling of coolness at a glance, especially the reliefs on the illuminated walls that were full of shadows, as if they would rush out of the shadows at any time, dragging the disciples in the hall into the netherworld.

There is a high platform in the center of the main hall, there is a dark cloud bed on it, there are several disciples in dark robes standing around, the ground of the hall is full of futons, Meng Tongchen and a few people came not early or late, mixed in the crowd to find an inconspicuous position, with the crowd to sit down, perhaps with awe of the upcoming preaching masters, or maybe the environment of the hall is too weird, these young girls around them did not talk to each other, the quiet needle drop in the hall can be heard.

Suddenly, Meng Tongchen only felt that the darkness in front of him seemed to come to life, and they retreated around, as if they were afraid of something.

It's just that in a trance, Meng Tongchen found that the darkness in front of him was still the same, not reduced by half a point, but it was missing the bone-chilling coldness. And on the black cloud bed, there is an extra figure at some point.

With a childish face and crane hair, and a black cloth blindfolding, this figure is clearly a handsome ink crow.

Mo Crow sat on the cloud bed, obviously blindfolded, but the disciples present all had a feeling of being watched by him.

"It's been seven days since you passed on the exercises, so you must have all started your journey. Although he worshiped under the ink crow seat, this was the first time Meng Tongchen had heard his voice, his voice was low and slightly hoarse, and his tone did not fluctuate, but it did not feel cold, just indifferent.

"Today's sermon is about the many questions that come up in meditation. This content is what everyone urgently needs today, so they all listened very carefully, for fear of missing half a word.

Meng Tongchen is the same, although he has successfully condensed his true qi, but the opportunity to settle down is mysterious, and he himself only vaguely grasped a little trick to enter meditation, and he dare not say that he can enter the meditation smoothly after that.

But soon, the disciples realized that they were a little incomprehensible, and Mo Crow didn't seem to have the slightest intention of pausing at all, and continued to speak in that undulating tone. In the blink of an eye, two hours passed, and the sound of the ink crow stopped abruptly.

The disciples in the hall all looked anxious at this time, some tried to record every word that Mo Crow said, but they couldn't keep up with the speed of his teaching, and they lost their memory; some simply gave up halfway, and they tried to figure out what they understood, and they didn't know how much they could understand.

Meng Tongchen was fascinated by what he heard, and only felt that what Mo Crow said was very in line with his feelings in practice, his previous practice was too mysterious, although the practice was progressing rapidly, but it was difficult to copy, and now when he heard Mo Crow's preaching, many things in his heart that seemed to be understood and not understood quickly penetrated, and when Mo Crow finished speaking, he suddenly felt unfinished.

Mo Crow stopped preaching, but did not make any movement, according to the boy said, the next time should be to explain the problem, but he did not speak, and none of the disciples had the courage to stand up and ask questions directly.

Suddenly, Meng Tongchen felt a cold feeling blowing through his heart, and the true qi of the dantian naturally surged, but the chill swept away, and disappeared in an instant.

"A total of seven condensed true qi, it's not bad. If you condense your true qi, you can try to cultivate spells, these forty-nine days are precious, don't be greedy, but don't be too confident. ”

After speaking, the crow leaned back, and the darkness around him swelled up, but his people were gone.

The ink crow left, and the whispers in the main hall paused, in just seven days, many disciples didn't even understand the secret book, and most of them tried to meditate once or twice, and some of them had already condensed into true qi.

This...... As one of the seven disciples who had condensed into true qi, Meng Tongchen was now more concerned about who would explain the difficulties.

Soon, a Xuan-robed disciple standing by the cloud bed stepped forward and said, "Next is the time to explain the difficulties, if you have any questions in your cultivation, you can come and ask me." ”

It turns out that Lord Hades personally explained. At this moment, this thought flashed in the hearts of many disciples in the audience, but then some disciples got up to ask questions, and the Xuanpao disciples standing on the stage also answered in detail one by one, compared to the ink crow who left after speaking, he was much more dedicated.

In the blink of an eye, another hour passed, and when the Xuanpao disciple saw that no one was asking questions, he cleared his throat and announced the end of this sermon. The disciples in the audience all stood up and saluted, and then rushed out and rushed back to their respective residences. In this sermon, everyone has gained a lot, and at this time, they are naturally in a hurry to go back to consume and master, and quickly turn knowledge into real cultivation.

As the crowd poured back to the stone pagoda where he was, Meng Tongchen was not in a hurry to start cultivating, he opened the "Dao Dictionary of Life and Death" again and carefully reread the content of the first part, while thinking back to what he had gained in today's sermon.

Put down the exercises, Meng Tongchen first ran the exercises twice to carefully confirm his current state, he settled for seven days, condensed into true qi in one fell swoop, the black and white true qi was quietly entrenched in the center of the dantian at the moment, with the operation of the exercises, a trace of true qi gushed out from the dantian, flowing all over the body along the meridians, along the way it seemed to exchange some wonderful substances with various parts of the body, a week after the operation, Meng Tongchen felt that his body had strengthened again, but at the same time, he also gave birth to a sense of hunger.

Before truly breaking through to the Nazhen Realm, every bit of true qi was transformed by one's own qi and blood, so the monks of this period needed a large amount of food to replenish the qi and blood consumed by the body.

After hurriedly taking a Bigu Pill to relieve his hunger, Meng Tongchen turned the cheats to the end, which was the part of the appendix spell.