The early morning sun was very good, and I took my three little loli and continued to practice boxing on the top of the mountain.

That is, these three little things who don't know the heart of awe can still run around me with a giggling haha, and beat a good set of punches into Wang Baquan with crooked teeth and claws, knowing that I am a little angry but not afraid of me.

Lori, pounce into your arms, be coquettish, send a kiss, twist twice like a cat, how can you be angry?

If you can't say anything, you can pick them up and take them to the sky, facing the rising sun, flying towards the sky, leaving behind a series of bell-like laughter of little Lori.

Flying all the way down from Lone Sword Peak, a large academy has appeared at the foot of Danfeng Mountain. The Xiuzhen world has this benefit, which seems to be the customs of the Northern Song Dynasty, but with the help of spells, magic weapons, and magic talismans, it can easily achieve the construction speed of the industrial integrated society in the 21st century, and the quality is not bad at all.

It's been four months since I split the meteor on Lone Sword Peak, and it's been a month since I slaughtered Youzhou, and the academy has already been built, and the students who got my meteor from Tiannan and Haibei have basically arrived at the academy. According to the rules of Lian Yunfeng, the academy is divided into four schools, upper and lower, and eight classes. Now there are eight or nine hundred students, all of whom are still doing preparatory education, and they are learning the basics of cultivation from the teachers I have brought over from the Tang court and various families.

"Dao", "Virtue", and "Yi", three basic homework. Lei Gong Seal, Cloud Seal, and Crested Seal are the three most commonly used runes. Meditation, receptivity, and meditation are the three most basic daily lessons. External strength, daily diligence, and internal affairs, three kinds of long-lasting kung fu to temper character. Boxing, medicine, and calligraphy are three subjects that are used to screen different paths of progress.

I borrowed the model of the last world American military academies and wrote the regulations and training plans that were so detailed that all instructors and cadets were outrageous. Everyone, no matter who they are, has to abandon the ridiculous idea that they are still alone when they enter my academy. He or she, just need to remember that he is already my property. They don't have the slightest freedom without my permission.

Everyone must wear fixed clothes, weave their hair in a uniform bun, live in the same dormitory, use exactly the same living utensils, eat the same food, and use the same posture to walk, sleep, and talk.

In my academy, even the most no-frills of the wall must be clean, even the most non-existent students must be in the same pace as the academy, and even the most prickly faculty members must follow my rules before I cut off their heads or kick them out of the mountain gate.

It's a pity, maybe it's that I've been killing too well in the past four months, leaving an indelible and powerful image on the people of the academy, so I waited for a long time, until everyone automatically turned into parts on a huge machine, stumbling but tenaciously working, and I still didn't have a guy who could be used to kill chickens and monkeys.

Bored.

Today is the time for me to give them a big lesson. Every seven days, I would go to the college and give a special lesson to the top 32 students selected from each department and class. As for the other students, they had to squeeze forward like their heads and squeeze down the first place to see me next time.

If there is no competition, what is the meaning of the academy?

Cultivation is inherently a major matter of fighting with the heavens; cultivation is inherently a major matter of being an enemy of others; and cultivating the mind is inherently a matter of rushing forward without waiting for me. Zhuang Zhou's Taoist ideas of ethereal, free concession, and weakness and tolerance are indeed in line with certain paths in this world. But ah, I used what I have experienced in the past year or so to clearly understand that this world is a crazy world.

That's why I'm just crazy about squeezing everyone in the academy and everyone in this small world.

The wealth like mountains and seas was transported from Tiannan to the foot of Danfeng Mountain by carriage and boat, just to let me raise my eyes. The classics such as rivers and rivers have been sent from countless hidden library buildings and countless private family mansions.

Then I picked and chose a lot of good things from them.

For example, the remnant of "Qingshan Sword Song" in my hand now. It's not something in this small world. The authentic one came from the outside world, and was carried by Liu Guinian from the Heaven Splitting Sword Sect a thousand years ago.

Qingshan Daoren, his surname is Liu, his name is Haoyi, his name is Qingshan, and he is the most dazzling star in Huanglong Valley in the past 1,000 years. Seven hundred years ago, when he was only in his early 1,000s, he strode up from Yuanying and cultivated into a Yuanshen, and then suppressed Huanglong Valley in another dangerous place similar to the Heavenly Crying Sea. His most dazzling record is the seven battles with the Demon Shadow Sect's Yuanshen Red God Sword Road, from Yuanying to Yuanshen, from being abused into a dog and can only take refuge in the elders of the sect to hitting the opponent's mountain gate and destroying the ancestral temple of the opponent's sect.

This book "Qingshan Sword Song" was written by him before he married Jindan. It was 1,600 years ago, when he was about to turn 90 years old, at a very famous party.

On the creation of the sword Xuan Sword Immortal Jiang Tianjun set up a Hongqiao of thousands of miles, attracting the world's sword cultivation, gathering in the fairy rock, no matter how big or small, meet with poetry, make peace with songs, and take swords as friends.

It is said that at that time, Liu Haoyi had not yet become a monk, let alone knew whether he was alive or dead. I think that I was born in the Pillar Mountain Liu Clan, the spiritual roots are noble, the Taoist heart is pure, the practice is smooth sailing, and the life is smooth sailing, so I am the most heroic, and I like to mix in the market the most. His favorite thing is to stand out for the trivial things, for the poor people.

So at that time, his poetry was the most indulgent, the most free, and the most elegant. The daughter is not light, a promise is not heavy, life and death hold a sword, and Yan Ting assassinates the Qin Emperor.

So at that time, he didn't care how many big people there were in that party, no matter how trembling, timid, and miserable the others were, he ate meat, drank wine, wrote poems, sang, danced swords, and got drunk.

Looking up to the sky, he smiled and went out, grabbed the sword and re-entered the great wilderness.

At that time, who cared about him, a fake and stupid junior, was a joke, and continued to tout the elites of all walks of life at that party.

But who can know that when he woke up, he would occupy a poem in front of everyone's eyes, and he would become a golden pill when he landed.

It's still the best Jindan product.

It even attracted a star movement outside the sky, and it was from the depths of the Yellow Dragon Valley, and a sword came over.

A sword shattered all of his previous cultivation, all Dao foundations, and all spells, leaving only a sword pill like glass.

This was the "Dao Ancestor's personal inheritance, the sword immortal's favor" that was passed down to the first generation at that time!

In the past, I liked such bold characters the most, and I also liked to collect their writings, and I really couldn't ask for them. But I didn't expect to get it in this small world.

Although it's not the whole book, it's missing two-thirds, and it's still a re-engraved copy, but for me, it's already very good.