Morning cooking Lingchu Mountain, the corner of the temple is dawning.

The jade dew is full of courtyards, and I know that it is not human.

The glorious sun shines through the gaps between the autumn leaves, through the mist of the mountains, and sprinkles wisps all over the East Garden.

The courtyard house was empty, just because it was the time for the Lingchu School Palace, the outer disciples to study, and study.

Not far from the courtyard of the East Temple, on the top of the mountain of the school palace where the mountains are deep and the waterfall is upside down, there is an antique, solemn and solemn, pestle pillar on all sides, no door and no window.

The golden sunlight above the sea of clouds, together with the breeze with the slightest coolness, entered the hall without any barrier, and fell on the surroundings of the main hall, the huge straight pillar stones that supported the main hall, and the disciples in the hall.

According to the different identities of elite disciples, inner disciples, and outer disciples in the Lingchu Academy, the disciples were seated in the hall on the long table of yellow sandalwood with a long head of the head, the green bamboo short flat bamboo painting table, and the seat without a table case with only one flat futon.

Wu Zijian, who was sitting on the futon, opened the book in front of him with a strong spirit, and only felt that the lines of words moved on the book, as if he was about to take off.

Wu Zijian, who was drowsy, only felt that the book was slowly blurry between the opening and closing of his heavy eyelids, like a nest of ants crawling on it.

How nice it would be if there was a soft bed at this time!

Wu Zijian thought so, and then fell asleep......

"Boom!"

As soon as Wu Zijian fell asleep, he was hit with a ring ruler on his head and was woken up violently.

Looking at the gray-robed old man standing in front of him, who was blowing his beard and glaring at him, Wu Zijian suddenly felt that his head was big.

This gray-robed old man is the old master of this horizontal striped mountain, who is responsible for lecturing the disciples of the Lingchu Academy Palace-Mr. Yan Zhengwu.

Although Yan Shanchang said that he only cultivated in the later stage of foundation building, because he was meticulous all his life and abided by the canons, he never formed a gang or faction in the Lingchu School Palace, and only focused on learning, and immersed himself in professors to give lectures.

Wu Zijian has been in the Lingchu School Palace for more than a month.

Now, he has a little understanding of the Spirit Realm and Dongzhou, and he is even more familiar with the Spirit Chu Academy.

The disciples of the outer sect of the Lingchu Academy did not have many courses, only three.

However, Wu Zijian is really interested in the Lingchu Academy, a compulsory course taught by Yan Shanchang and only attended four times a month.

It's just because this course teaches the language of the spiritual world.

A language class that is exactly the same as Wu Zijian's language in the human world......

Although Wu Zijian is an engineering student, he is also a college student.

Talking and communicating with people, he still needs to go to the spiritual world to further his education?

Isn't that a waste of time?

Wu Zijian covered his head.

Xu Shuanglu sat on the flat futon on Wu Zijian's right, because he didn't notice Yan Shanchang coming, he woke up Wu Zijian early, with the look on Xu Shuanglu's face, quite remorseful.

On the futon on Wu Zijian's left, a girl in purple sits.

She has long hair and a shawl, soft and natural, and is the only outer disciple who is neither bald nor short-haired.

The girl in purple looked nervously at Yan Shanchang for a while, and then at Wu Zijian, her face full of worry.

The elite disciples in the front row were dismissive and indifferent to the situation behind them, and most of the inner disciples in the middle row were the same.

Only Beibangzi, Bai Renfu, Bi Qi, Hua Fengtian, and other inner disciples who had intersected with Wu Zijian turned their heads sideways from the spotted bamboo painting table and looked at Wu Zijian behind them.

However, the expressions on each of their faces are distinct and very different:

Beibangzi looked at Wu Zijian, his face full of surprise.

And Bai Renfu and most of the outer disciples, in addition to the surprised expressions on their faces at this time, there was more joy that could not be concealed.

Bi Qi, Hua Fengtian, and Zhu Xun, Wang Erpeng, Shi Erlei and others, looked at Wu Zijian's expressions even more wonderful.

Their faces were filled with surprise and excitement, as well as hatred and fear.

Yan Shanchang hated that iron could not become steel, and asked Wu Zijian:

"Sleep when you study, you don't know what to teach today?"

Wu Zijian, an engineering student, recalled Yan Shanchang's words in his heart, and after thinking that he had a rough understanding, he hurriedly raised his head and replied to Yan Shanchang with a dry smile:

"The disciple naturally knows that he will have to take a spiritual language class today, but ......"

"This spiritual language is not much different from the language spoken in the place where the disciple stayed before he ascended......

"Now that the school palace is about to be compared, the disciple doesn't know why the school palace still wants to open this door...... Ineffective language homework ......"

Wu Zijian's words expressed the hearts of most of the disciples.

However, Yan Shanchang was so angry by Wu Zijian's words that he trembled all over, and directly said foul language:

"Kouhu!"

He pointed at Wu Zijian with a ring ruler in annoyance, and shouted angrily:

"Huangkou Ruzi, how dare you Nell!"

Yan Shan Chang has always been a teacher and does not smile, and all the disciples in the hall were shocked by his sudden words and deeds.

The disciple who had the same thoughts as Wu Zijian sat respectfully and did not dare to squint.

In an instant, in the main hall of the Hengwen Mountain Mao School Palace, there was suddenly a strange silence for a moment.

After Yan Shan Chang realized this, he had to suppress his anger and regain his majesty, and when he saw him solemnly and solemnly, he looked around at all the disciples in the hall, and said again:

"The linguistics of the spiritual world is broad and profound, from astronomical time and space, down to geography and humanities, overlooking all living beings, and covering all things in the world......"

"Why are there many sects in the East and Middle East, but only my Spirit Beginner Palace has opened a spiritual language class?"

"It's not just because among the ascenders in the Nether Realm, there are those who don't understand human language, and after they ascend to the Spirit Realm, they need to be literate and ......."

"Even if you know how to communicate with people on weekdays, if you encounter the mysterious and obscure relics of your predecessors in your future practice, it will be useful when you are difficult to understand......

"It is only in the spiritual realm that 'once you step into the path of cultivation, the clouds are in the green mountains and the moon is in the sky, it is not enough to work hard, and laziness is repeated by ten thousand catastrophes'......"

“...... Remember, travel a thousand miles, read thousands of books, and do not neglect the two......"

After speaking, Yan Shanchang looked at Wu Zijian again:

"Do you know what's wrong?"

Wu Zijian lowered his eyebrows and hurriedly replied:

"The disciple knows his mistake. ”

When Yan Shanchang heard this, his mood was slightly smoother.

Immediately, his tone softened slightly, and he said to Wu Zijian:

"You said before that before you ascended to the spirit world, you already had a grasp of the language of the spirit world......

"Then the old man will teach you a thing or two......

“...... As a son of man, when Fang was young. Relatives and friends, practice etiquette. Fragrant nine years old, can warm the seat. What is the explanation?"

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When Wu Zijian heard that Yan Shanchang was going to test him, he secretly said something bad in his heart.

Sure enough, after he heard the question, he was confused and completely confused.

This sentence is completely beyond the comprehension of engineering college student Wu Zijian, he doesn't understand what Yan Shanchang means at all, solve a fart!

This is very embarrassing......

Although Wu Zijian was at a loss in his heart, he still had to put his face up, make a calm and ignorant look on his face, look up at Yan Shanchang, and pretend not to hear what Yan Shanchang was saying just now......