At this moment, in an unknown deep mountain in Zhongnan, a woman dressed in black fell from the sky. As soon as her toes touched a bare mountain, the scene around her suddenly rippled like water waves, and when the waves in the air faded, the woman's figure had disappeared without a trace.

The entire mountain peak was actually a mysterious magic array, and Yun Wuhua passed out of the array in a blink of an eye, appearing in a valley full of green trees and strange flowers. The valley is surrounded on all sides and is in the shape of a wooden barrel. The valley floor is vast and flat, with a crystal clear stream winding through it. The flowers and trees beside the stream are continuous, and the fallen flowers are colorful. In the valley, it is still in the painting.

Yun Wuhua's water sleeves swayed lightly, as if gliding on the water, and walked through the valley like a ghost. There are dozens of huts scattered in the valley, and dozens of people can be seen in the valley, either farming, collecting medicine, or practicing swords. As soon as they saw Yun Wuhua, they hurriedly put down their work and greeted them with courtesy. Yun Wuhua only replied lightly, and walked towards an elegant courtyard in the middle of the valley.

Everyone has long been accustomed to Yun Wuhua's coldness, and her face is gloomy today, and her body is faintly cold and murderous, even those who have known her for a long time dare not step forward to say more. After the salute, he quickly lowered his head and did his own thing, lest he provoke her.

There are two white-clothed women standing at the circular arch of the courtyard, the green eyebrows are lightly swept, the cloud temples are towering, and the jade hairpin is slanting, but it is also pretty and moving. When they saw Yun Wuhua coming, they also bowed and said, "Senior Sister Yun, the valley master is already waiting for you." ”

Yun Wuhua snorted lightly, and if a gust of wind swept into the courtyard gate, he disappeared behind the wall. The two women in white quietly glanced at each other, and there was a hint of resentment in their eyes.

The courtyard is deep and quiet. Turn around the wall, that is, see a flower and tree sparse, bees fly and butterflies dance, the courtyard of green bamboo flowing springs, quite like the feeling of going to the south of the Yangtze River. In front of the courtyard stands an exquisite and unique blue brick house, built according to the pattern of "three rooms and one wall", with a main hall, two ear rooms, and a light wall.

This main hall is not as good as those rich houses, painted with gold and color, inlaid with gold and jade, but antique, simple and generous. The dappled sunlight penetrates through the sandalwood carved window, reflecting the warmth of the interior, the room is arranged elegantly and without losing the ancient meaning, a splashed ink landscape is hung on the middle hall, the brushwork is flying, the momentum is majestic; The two bronze cloud beasts in the corner of the house have strange lines, full of antiquity, and it can be seen at a glance that it must be a thing with a great origin. A bamboo curtain hangs in the hall, through which an old man is sitting behind the curtain, and two maids are slowly fanning him.

The moment Yun Wuhua entered the door, the entire room instantly dimmed and became much colder. She couldn't see the face of the old man behind the curtain clearly, it was not that her eyes were not sharp enough, but the faint pattern on the bamboo curtain was actually a five-element retreat, and the bamboo curtain itself was made of blood bamboo in the Southern Wilderness.

Yun Wuhua nodded to the ground on one knee and said, "Wuhua has been entrusted by the valley master, and he failed to snatch people back, so he is ashamed of the Heavenly Power Ancient Sword." She gave a brief account of the day.

After hearing this, the old man was silent for a long time, and then he sighed and said: "Not to mention the group of old miscellaneous hairs of the Daode Sect, a few old ghosts in Zhikong Mountain are very good at Taoism, and although the skills of several Heavenly Monarchs in the Seven Holy Mountains are not very good, but Tongxuan Heavenly Monarchs have been famous in divination yin and yang for a long time, and it is not strange that they will investigate this heavenly opportunity." But Mr. Soseki's swordsmanship is good, but if he can also calculate yin and yang, I don't believe anything, unless...... Unless the old guy behind him isn't dead. But when I heard what you said, there were more than 20 sects present that day, which is really strange, is it because I am lonely and unheard, and there are so many masters on the road, but I don't know anything?"

Yun Wuhua suddenly said: "Master, you don't hesitate to consume the True Yuan to send the ancient sword heavenly power into my hands, and you don't hesitate to offend the factions, just to rob that kid? I think he has mediocre qualifications, he is a slippery person, and he has a bloody aura on his body, how can he be the body of an immortal?"

The old man snorted, as if he was slightly angry, and said: "Wuhua, how many times have I told you about this as a teacher? You are extremely talented, but you still don't know anything about the world! Even if it is not enough to cultivate as a teacher, and the measurement is wrong, is it not enough for Ziwei to cultivate as a real person, and it is not accurate to calculate? Not to mention anything else, just looking at the three real people of the Daode Sect, what kind of battle is this? Not to mention just robbing someone, it is more than enough to destroy you and others! The Daode Sect prides itself on being a righteous person, and has always been full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, and acts shamelessly and obscenely, this time they are obviously prepared, and they have offended so many sects, just to rob a small guy in an inn?"

This time, Yun Wuhua was speechless. Although she was arrogant and conceited, Ziwei Zhenren had already become famous all over the world when she was not in retreat thirty years ago, and who would dare to say that his measurement was inaccurate? But every time she recalled the scene at that time, especially the few glances with that little guy, she always faintly felt that something was wrong. This is purely intuitive and does not make any sense.

The old man slowed down his tone and muttered, "The incarnation of the Immortal is a major event in my cultivation world for a hundred years. Not to mention that he just lost some Dao Xing Zhenyuan for my teacher, and offended some sects on the Dao, as long as he can get the Immortal, it is worth paying any price! Hmph, his Daode Sect is not monolithic, and this matter is not a foregone conclusion. The age of the immortal is eighteen, it is the time when the blood and qi are strong, and there are many outstanding female disciples in my valley, and it is unknown whether he may be able to lure him to vote in the future. ”

Yun Wuhua raised his head suddenly and said, "Master, you once said to me back then, cultivators only look at their own hearts, and they don't fake external things. Wuhua thought that not thinking about how to improve the avenue, but competing for immortals at such a costless price was really a move to sacrifice the basics!"

The old man was furious and shouted: "Presumptuous! You have excellent talent, there are no bumps along the way, and how do you know that the road is difficult! Isn't this immortal an ordinary chance? Otherwise, Ziwei's old miscellaneous hair will go out of the customs halfway? This switch, let alone mistakenly let him fly up for thirty years! I see that your training is still too little, from now on, you will go to the Xuanbing Cave in the back mountain to face the wall and think about it, if you don't cultivate the "Styx Sword Record" to the fifth level, you are not allowed to come out!"

With that, the old man grabbed it in the air, and the ancient sword Tianquan hummed a long groan, jumped up from Yun Wuhua's back, passed through the bamboo curtain without hindrance, and fell into the hands of the old man.

Yun Wuhua snorted coldly, stood up, and walked towards the wall of the Xuanbing Cave by himself. When the old man saw that she was still unconvinced, he was so angry that he trembled and was speechless for a while. A plain woman behind him put down her feather fan, and while gently beating him on the back, she said, "Gu Master, your temper is also a little bigger." I'm afraid it will take her more than a year to get out of the Xuanbing Cave, isn't this punishment too heavy?"

The old man said slowly: "Wuhua's eyes are above the top, and the killing machine is too heavy, if you let it go like this, sooner or later you will suffer a big loss." It's better to let her stay in the Xuanbing Cave for a year to sharpen her temperament. ”

He stood up again, pacing up and down the room, his eyebrows furrowed, evidently having something difficult on his mind. I don't know how many times I turned, the old man suddenly stood still, and said: "Send a message to the third lady, and let her give the "Dragon and Tiger Taixuan Sutra" to Su Su from now on!"

The plain woman was taken aback and said in a panic: "Valley master, but...... Miss Susu was only twelve years old. ”

The old man waved his hand and said coldly: "I have made up my mind, there is no need to say more! This battle is not over yet." If we give up the Immortal to Ziwei's old miscellaneous hair like this, what will we do to fight those hypocritical and righteous guys of the Daode Sect in the future?"

When the woman saw that the old man was really angry, she didn't dare to say anything more, and quietly retreated.

Cultivators can do what others cannot.

In such an inherently dangerous place as Moganfeng in Xixuan Mountain, it is already extremely difficult to build a small wooden house that will not be blown down by the mountain wind, let alone build a palace comparable to the heavenly immortal city. However, the grandeur and magnificence of the Taishang Daode Palace are far beyond what ordinary people can think. In addition, on the twelve auxiliary peaks around Mogan Peak, there is also a magnificent fairy palace where the nine veins live, after more than 3,000 years of addition, its beauty is not much better than that of the Taishang Daode Palace.

The Daode sect is all over the world, and every year the Taoists of each tribe and the Daode sect stationed outside must carefully look for children with spiritual potential, screen them layer by layer, and those with the best qualifications will be sent back to the Daode Sect to give **. The status of the Daode Sect is transcendent, and he rarely enters the world, but every disciple who enters the world and walks has considerable cultivation. If there is a selected spirit child, they only need to show the Tao slightly, whether the child is from a poor family or from a rich family, the parents will willingly send the child to Xixuan Mountain.

The first thing these children do when they enter the mountains is to read and write. This year, a total of 115 children selected by the Daode Sect from all over the world will be enlightened by Mr. Ji Ruochen together.

The place used by the Taishang Daode Palace for reading and interpreting characters is also much more luxurious than the main hall of the ordinary rich family. This lobby has cornices and arches, carved windows and painted beams. The four walls are all carved black teak windows, there are auspicious pictures such as crane Hanchun, unicorn hitting bell, fish leaping dragon gate, golden turtle Tuoshan, etc., but also carved pine, plum, bamboo, chrysanthemum and other noble things. There are also four couplets hanging on each wall, all of which are the handwriting of the ancestors of the past dynasties.

On the dust in the hall, the gold lacquer is painted with the banquet map of Taoist real people and immortals. The gods in the picture, the real people, the god king, the wrestler, the golden boy, the jade girl...... or angry and angry, or quiet and elegant, or looking left and right...... It's all lifelike, as if you're there. In addition, the pillars and wooden doors of the hall are also carved with various fairy stories. The floor of the hall is paved with terrazzo bluestone slabs, and the tables and chairs are made of mahogany. The whole lobby is solemn and elegant, and there is a bookish fragrance in the simplicity.

At this time, it was the time of teaching, and the old gentleman sat on a red sandalwood carved chair, and a jade tiger stripe table was placed in front of him, and the four treasures of the study room were all available. Look at the old gentleman wearing a Zhuangzi scarf on his head, wearing a blue-purple wide-sleeved robe, with a long beard and fluttering, and his eyes are shining, he knows at a glance that he is a person with profound merits. In the audience, more than 100 children sat quietly in the hall, waiting for the teacher to speak. Due to the large size of the lobby, it can accommodate 500 people at the same time, so the lobby seems empty.

When the old gentleman cleared his throat, picked up the book on the table, and was about to start speaking, Ji Ruochen walked quickly into the lobby. With a swipe, those six or seven-year-old boys turned their heads in unison, and countless eyes instantly fell on Ji Ruochen. When he saw that Ji Ruochen was also holding several new books in his hands, obviously coming to learn literacy like them, more than 100 children immediately coaxed and whispered.

"Wow, is someone his age here to learn to read?"

In Ji Ruochen's eyes, these children are innocent, and they are as pure as water. But for some reason, such a clear gaze fell on him like fire, burning his heart with pain and his face hot.

The old gentleman on the stage saw the commotion below, and he was so angry that his beard fluttered wildly, patted the sound wood hard, and shouted: "Calm me down, noisy and noisy, what kind of system is this, what kind of system is this?! As long as you work hard, it is not difficult to succeed!"

Ji Ruochen responded, bowed his head slightly, and walked quickly to the back row and sat down.

At this time, the old gentleman opened the scroll and began to read aloud: "The Tao is the Tao, the very Tao." The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. The beginning of the nameless heaven and earth, the mother of all things. Therefore, I often have no desire to see the wonder......"

This Daode Sect disciple will not be like the ordinary private school in the world, taking a thousand-character text and explaining the words to start. The first lesson in this is the Tao Te Ching.

Ji Ruochen took a deep breath, drove all the strange thoughts out of his heart, and the heat on his face gradually subsided. He took his breath, opened the scroll, and read in the old man's voice. At this time, it had been ten days since he left the Dragon Gate Inn, and Ji Ruochen still felt like he was in a dream from time to time. Until this point, every time he recognized one more word, he would feel that the dream was a little more real.