After that, Ying Tianchang didn't dwell too much on these things, but asked Qinghuang a lot of questions, especially about the situation of the academy. Xu Lu didn't tell him about these things, and the old bookworm didn't say it, so Ying Tianchang could only ask this little cow demon he had just met.

Qinghuang knew what to say, so that Ying Tianchang knew that Xinzhai was roughly divided into two academies due to different learnings, the literary academy of heavy literature, and the martial academy of heavy martial arts. Compared with the so-called gentleman's style of the Academy, the Martial Arts Academy is mixed, not only almost all the monsters who enter the heart are divided into the Martial Academy, but also many Jianghu guests who come to read and those who yearn for the rivers and lakes, and the style of the Wuyuan is also closer to the style of the rivers and lakes. Therefore, in the Green Worm Fang, those scholars would ask Ying Tianchang which student of the Martial Arts Academy he was.

Ying Tianchang could hear the contempt of those students of the Academy of Literature for the Academy of Martial Arts at that time. There is no way, and now it is already heavy on literature and light on martial arts, let alone in the Confucian Academy.

Even if there was a Li Qinglian in Xinzhai, it would be useless, but it would make those Confucian masters dislike and suffer a lot of white eyes.

Ying Tianchang also asked a question about the woman who suddenly appeared, and the little bull demon hesitated again and again before saying, "She is Wu Dongxi." ”

At that time, Ying Tianchang was holding a piece of green and yellow pastry in his mouth, so he didn't ask again.

Qinghuang didn't continue, Ying Tianchang could see that Qinghuang was very afraid of that woman, in fact, it wasn't just the little cow demon Qinghuang, in fact, everyone in Qinghuang Fang was afraid of her at that time. Ying Tianchang had an intuition, it was best that those scholars didn't dare to stop themselves anymore not because they knew from Wu Dongxi that they were the fourth disciple of the old bookworm, but just because Wu Dongxi was there.

But Wu Dongxi is a strange name, but it's better than using the name of the word brand as his name. Ying Tianchang has always felt that the old bookworm didn't care about naming himself.

After Ying Tianchang was full, he gave the package to the bun, and then the package was empty.

Ying Tianchang lay on the grass, looking at the movement of the flowers in the light blue sky, since it was the situation that Qinghuang said, it was estimated that the talisman he had spent a morning painting was white.

And the bun lay on Ying Tianchang's belly and slept slowly.

Qinghuang, who has practiced for more than 300 years, is only a little calf demon, also followed this young man who was different from ordinary people to lie down for a while, and then left.

The white clouds are long, and the breeze is slow. Ying Tianchang missed that Senior Brother Chen with a clean sleeve, and he didn't know what he was doing or what he was busy with now.

In the afternoon, there was a spiritual class, and Ying Tianchang remembered it.

And when Ying Tianchang sat in the same house as those scholars, he really understood the feeling of reading, which was an indescribable feeling, but at the same time, Ying Tianchang also affirmed his previous thoughts. Ying Tianchang didn't know how many times he had thought like this, but he still had to say that it was really boring.

"There is a saying that the article is made by nature, and our Confucian protégés are the most suitable for heaven and earth. But what is heaven and earth, the sky is on the head, the ground is stepped on the ground, and in the middle of it, it is heaven and earth. Therefore, after the ascension of the Dao Gate, you can go to 33 days, and the Buddha will enter the Western Paradise, while we Confucian saints will never enter the Gate of Heaven, be born in the house, grow up in the house, and die in the house. "The one who spoke was the old master who taught cultivation, not the kind of fairy wind Dao bone that Ying Tianchang thought, nor was he a crane with a childish face, just an ordinary old man. If there is anything different about him, it is his hairpin, which is as green as spring willow leaves, and you can know that it is a valuable commodity when you look at it.

Sitting here are all new students who have just entered the academy, so the old master introduced himself to the new students before the lecture, surnamed Mo, and his full name is Moshuting, a name with Confucian style.

The old man's voice was friendly and slow, word by word, Ying Tianchang yawned, watched the various movements of the cultivators around him, listened carefully to the class, or played by himself like himself. And the old master of Moshuting, who was standing at the forefront, was like a blind man, unable to see anything. It's a fight with the old bookworm.

Ying Tianchang sat in the window seat, he withdrew his gaze from the students, and once again cast his gaze to the sky. The sky was cloudless, like a block of ice.

This old master Mo said this, and Ying Tianchang heard it from the old bookworm when he was three or four years old. The three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are widely spread, and there are many people who really have magic and cultivation, but at most they can eliminate some wandering ghosts and drive away demons that are weaker than the bull demon Qinghuangdu.

As for the so-called half-immortals, Confucianism is to cultivate Haoran righteousness, Buddhism has to practice relics, and Taoism has to cultivate a flawless golden pill. And Wufu doesn't have so many words, he can win his life when he fights, but he can't win death when he fights. The so-called distinction between life and death on the rivers and lakes is mostly deceitful, unless the strength is too different, in order to move freely, and the point is up.

In fact, the last sentence was said by Lu Chunyu to Ying Tianchang when he was alive, and Ying Tianchang was surprised that this rotten orange with low ability was not small.

Thinking of the dead rotten oranges, Ying Tianchang is still uncomfortable.

The first lecture Mo Shuting talked about the most theoretical things, saying that it was useless and not necessarily, if you don't know these, you can't even enter the door of cultivation, but Ying Tianchang still thinks it's better to be practical under the subtle influence of the old drunkard, and these have long been known to me.

This class ended quickly in Ying Tianchang's stunned state. When Ying Tianchang wanted to leave here, Moshuting stopped him.

Ying Tianchang had no choice but to stay.

Moshuting found an empty seat to sit down, and Ying Tianchang could only sit next to him.

Old Master Mo didn't speak, and Ying Tianchang didn't know how to speak.

After the other students had finished, Mo Shuting said slowly: "Listen to Yuan Chun, your cultivation foundation is good. ”

Ying Tianchang scratched his head, is this considered to open a small stove through the back door?

"He taught you for ten years, and you walked alone for another five years, how are you cultivating now?"

This is the first time since meeting Chen Linan and others that someone has asked about his strength, Ying Tianchang was a little caught off guard, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, and Moshuting was not in a hurry, waiting for Ying Tianchang to speak slowly.

Ying Tianchang hesitated for a long time before he slowly spoke: "In terms of Confucian practice, it can be regarded as almost cultivating Haoran Qi, and it is far from the senior brothers. ”

Ying Tianchang didn't know if he was right to say this, as for the little off-string sound that he revealed a little, it was Ying Tianchang's little scheming.

Mo Shuting didn't seem to hear the other meaning of Ying Tianchang's words, but just said, "This is beyond my expectations. But you don't need to compare with your three senior brothers, Li San, who cultivates a genius in the sky, doesn't need to say it, Chen Yi and Xu Er are also very thoughtful. ”

Ying Tianchang became interested, Mo Shuting looked at the divine light that finally appeared in the young man's eyes, and did not sell Guan Zi, and continued: "Chen Yiyi is a person who only reads and does not practice, but he reads and reads to read and read the breeze on his sleeves, which is also a special feature of our Confucianism, similar to the epiphany of Taoism and the enlightenment of Buddhism. And Xu Er's learning is miscellaneous, others are greedy and chewy, but he is proficient in everything, and he has the ability to see the subtle knowledge, there is no ancient, and there is no one to estimate. Even Yuan Chun couldn't figure out when his two disciples climbed the path of cultivation and walked like this...... Magnanimous. ”

Mo Shuting felt that his last adjective was not very appropriate. After all, in addition to writing good articles, Xu Er rarely shows his talents, so among Chen Yi, Xu Er, and Li San, Li San, who has traveled the rivers and lakes, is the most famous, and Xu Er, who has the highest knowledge, is only known to the local literary circles and some court officials. Therefore, even Mo Shuting didn't know exactly how Xu Er took his cultivation path and how far he had come now.

However, Mo Shuting's surprise at the Ying Si in front of him was far from the indifference and calmness on his face.

Zhang Yuanchun's descendant disciple would never say such a thing without thinking about it. Of course, Moshuting knows what it means to cultivate Haoran Qi, he is a half-immortal who is regarded as an immortal in the world, and he is also a person who is qualified to talk about the truth of heaven and earth with those who are really the culprits of the world, more intuitively, Chen Lin'an, Xu Lu, Li Qinglian, plus Moshuting himself, are all half-immortals.

Don't remember those people who are as inductive as Chen Lin'an, Moshuting remembers that when Li Qinglian cultivated Haoran Qi and became a half-immortal, she was seventeen years old, and she was already the first person in the ages.

And Ying Si is only fifteen now, another Li Qinglian, or even more Li Qinglian?

Moshuting was almost amused by his own analogy.

It's just that he senses that there is a beast in the boy's heart. When he strangles the beast, it is no longer himself, but he suppresses his heart, and the beast roars. So Mo Shuting couldn't laugh at all.

He put his hand on Ying Tianchang's shoulder, and when he withdrew his hand, he knew that Ying Tianchang's words were true.

What kind of shit luck does Zhang Yuanchun, this bad old man, the four descendants of the disciples are more powerful than the other. Mo Shuting remembered that he had just left the academy and traveled far away, and his head hurt as if he had been stung by a wasp. He also didn't know that he and Zhang Yuanchun's old friend Wei Xian had only said a few days ago that Zhang Yuanchun's eyes for picking disciples were getting back and forth.

Ying Tianchang was a little confused, so he saw Mo Shuting's eyebrows gradually wrinkled together, and there was some uneasiness mixed with nervousness. He didn't know where his uneasiness came from, and at this moment, he suddenly wanted to leave.

Before, he felt that Chang'an was depressed, but now he thinks that this academy is also depressed. Chang'an is prosperous like a ruin, and the academy is like a river and sea, drowning his mouth and nose and not breathing.

Ying Tianchang didn't understand why he was suddenly so irritable, a second ago was fine, but at this moment he felt that his heart and lungs seemed to be burned by fire, and it seemed that even his breath was ignited. It may be those scholars who pretend to be high, it may be the so-called Wu Dongxi, or it may be the silly bull demon, or it may be the old man who doesn't know what attitude to do.

The dullness made Ying Tianchang's breathing a little short, and the bun in his arms also roared.

When Mo Shuting raised his head, Ying Tianchang had the urge to pour out his anger.

Ying Tianchang buried his head, but there was no movement after all.

The flame-like emotions in his eyes were extinguished little by little. Ying Tianchang stroked the head of the bun and soothed it.

Mo Shuting nodded and said, "It's not bad to be able to hold on." It seems that the rumors of the Green Worm Workshop are not true. ”

Ying Tianchang was a little stunned.

Mo Shuting said: "I have moved my hands and feet in your state of mind to draw out the anger you just had. ”

"But your anger doesn't come from me, it's the emotions you usually suppress. Mo Shuting's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, and a clear and pure talisman floated out of Ying Tianchang's arms, suspended in front of the eyes of the two of them, "Usually those emotions you suppress will not disappear with the passage of time and the passage of time, they will only accumulate somewhere in your heart that is not easy to detect, waiting for a moment to explode, and when you encounter a big change in your state of mind, those emotions that have been suppressed for a long time will rush up and try to destroy you, even if you still have reason, you will not be able to control yourself at that time." What you did in the Frog Workshop is more or less related to this. Moreover, even if they don't erupt in normal times, they will slowly corrode your mind, and on the path of cultivation, these emotions are like mud in the river, hindering the operation and absorption of spiritual energy, and slowly becoming your heart and mind. ”

Mo Shuting pointed to the suspended Mingjing Talisman and said, "After sensing the demonic energy in the academy, I know how to draw the Mingjing Talisman, but I am also smart." To a certain extent, demonic energy can charm people's minds, although the academy has a way to deal with it, but you have only entered the academy, and you have not been sheltered, plus you yourself are angry, and the internal and external additions have stirred the waves of the heart lake, so there is the matter of Qingfufang. It's not a big deal, but it's a good thing that it gives you a little bit of stress. ”

Ying Tianchang's expression became hesitant.

Mo Shuting said indifferently: "There is nothing in the academy that can hide from us who are masters and gentlemen, and besides, this matter has already spread. ”

"Don't punish me?" asked Ying Tianchang.

"They should have been beaten up a long time ago. ”

Ying Tianchang never imagined that this old master Mo who didn't have much expression would say this.

"But I'm only practicing and teaching, and I can't count the words I say. Mo Shuting added, but it did not affect Ying Tianchang's change of opinion of him.

"These Ming Jing Talismans drawn with the secret method of Dragon and Tiger Mountain are not bad, and the academy will also distribute you some special Ning Shen incense made by the academy every month, and in the future, before going to bed and after waking up every day, the Ming Jing Fu and Ning Shen incense will be lit together to help you stabilize your mind. From today onwards, I will go to the Sanssouci Cliff in the east of the academy every evening, and Xu Er, Xu Er, and Yuan Chun will fight with you there. But with the temperament of those two people, I guess you see me the most. ”

"You have other classes scheduled later, and I won't delay you too much, and I'll talk about the rest in the evening. ”

After finishing speaking, Ying Tianchang left here.

Although he has been thinking about why Mr. Master of the academy does not punish himself for hurting others, Ying Tianchang is not entangled in this matter, and the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, which is more of a laissez-faire fearlessness and casualness. After all, the so-called punishment and punishment of the academy is actually not painful in terms of the real world. Ying Tianchang has seen death, and has also experienced things that almost died, and in his long travel life, he has encountered things that are more frightening than direct death, just like his powerlessness against the death of oranges.

The breeze blew the young man's hair, and Ying Tianchang raised his head, and his hair moved with the wind like algae in the river and sea. As if the boy was immersed in the deep and bottomless water, the wind around him was the darkness of the deep water, permeating and enveloping him, and at this moment, he felt unexpectedly calm.

Because he can breathe freely.

His eyes were looking at a pure white cloud.

And the blue of the sky is so unsightly.

Little by little, the breeze changed the trajectory of the blowing and slowly flowed to the palm of the young man's palm.

Ying Tianchang spread out his palm and shook it again, and the breeze dispersed.

What is passed on from this is a rising warmth.

The ink book pavilion far away in the classroom had a soft smile.