The sun rose and the moon set. Spring left and autumn came. In the blink of an eye, two years had passed.
It was still the Spirit Sword Mountain, still the Non-Phase Peak, still the mountain that looked like it had been bitten by a dog. Two years of time did not leave too many traces on the Non-Phase Peak. However, facing the mountain breeze and the early morning light, this secluded and quiet place was a bit livelier than two years ago.
In the valley surrounded by mountains, there was a long and winding mountain path. A youth dressed in a red and white Daoist robe was slowly running along the path. His speed was not fast, but every step he took left a footprint. He was running very steadily.
More than an hour later, the youth had run around the Non-Phase Peak, and then walked up the stairs and returned to his starting point, which was in front of a small cabin in the valley.
"Master, morning exercise is over, please start the meal."
The room was silent.
The youth outside the door sighed and pushed the door to enter. He saw a bowl of porridge, a plate of vegetables, and a plate of sliced meat on the dining table — of course, they were all f * cking cold. As for his amiable Master, who provided all his food and lodging, he was currently sleeping like a dead dog in his bedroom, reeking of alcohol.
The youth frowned, sniffed in front of the bedroom, and then cursed, "F * ck me, isn't this the third rank cold spirit spring wine … Five hundred spirit stones per pot, does she plan to ask the Sect Leader for credit again this month? No wonder the recent food is rarely greasy, this b * stard really took my subsidy to drink! "
Although he cursed, after two years, the youth had already adapted to the current situation. He hurriedly swept the wax-tasting breakfast into his mouth and then went back to his bedroom to prepare for his daily routine training.
The bedroom furniture was simple, a bed, a table, and a stool. In addition, there was a particularly conspicuous large wooden barrel. The barrel was half filled with water, and a few herbs floated on the water, adding a grassy fragrance to the room.
The youth took off his red and white Taoist robe and soaked naked in the barrel. The chill of late autumn had already soaked this barrel of water, but the youth was not affected at all. He quietly soaked in the barrel without saying a word.
The medicinal bath was, of course, designed by his Master. The intention was unclear, and the composition of the medicinal bath was also unclear. As for the effect, it was still unclear … However, this was an important lesson that his Master had repeatedly exhorted, so it could not be neglected.
After the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, the youth got up, wiped himself clean, put on his red and white Taoist robe, pushed open the door, and went out.
After the training at the Non-Phase Peak, the next stop was the Misty Peak. Wang Lu had been in Lingjian School for two years, so he frequently went in and out, so he recognized them as disciples of the Misty Peak. At this time, they were on duty at the foot of the mountain, doing the Misty Peak's daily training.
Wang Lu had been in the Spirit Sword Sect for two years, so he often went in and out on a daily basis. He recognized them as disciples of the Misty Peak. At this time, they were on duty at the foot of the mountain, doing their daily tasks … The senior disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect would be assigned similar tasks within the sect, such as collecting herbs, guarding the mountain gate, refining elixirs … and so on.
These two people had entered the sect many years earlier than him. At this time, they had already reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the slightly older one was already close to the Xudan Stage. According to the general standards of the Immortal Cultivation World, they could be regarded as talented experts, and their seniority was usually different. But according to the rules of the Lingjian School, unless one succeeded in the King Pill and could be crowned with the title of Enlightened Master, if an inner disciple met a direct disciple, no matter how early he joined the sect, it was necessary to call him Senior Brother, just like how an outer disciple met an inner disciple.
Therefore, when the two of them saw Wang Lu's red and white Daoist robe, they cupped their fists and greeted Wang Lu.
"Senior Brother Wang Lu, are we going to use the Ground Shrinking Array to ascend the mountain?"
Wang Lu raised his hand to return the greeting and smiled at the two men. "That's right."
Then, he walked past the two of them. With a single step, he crossed a long distance and arrived in front of Ethereal Peak's Teng Cloud Hall.
The Teng Cloud Hall was located in a flat area halfway up the Misty Peak. It was an important cultivation ground for all the disciples of the Lingjian School. No matter if it was an inner disciple, an outer disciple, or a true disciple, they all had to learn important lessons in the Teng Cloud Hall.
Culture class.
This was another surprise to Wang Lu when he ascended the mountain. Once upon a time, in his imagination, the Cultivation World was a place where the strong preyed on the weak, a place where killing was decisive. All the sects should be trying their best to stimulate their disciples to cultivate and at the same time collect resources to strengthen their forces. As for the Lingjian School, a declining sect that was on the verge of collapse as one of the top five sects in the Wanxian League, they should be working hard and cultivating with all their might …
But in reality, that was not the case at all. Not even two days after Wang Lu ascended the mountain, he was arranged to go to the Teng Cloud Hall to receive culture education together with the blue and white and black and white disciples of the same batch. Education content? That was a wide variety and it was hard to explain in a few words. Other than the most basic and necessary literacy, there was also mathematics and logic, foreign dialects, the history of the Nine Regions, the etiquette of the Cultivation World …
According to the propaganda of the Lingjian School, this was called quality education. Nowadays, many sects in the Cultivation World only paid attention to the cultivation realm of the cultivators and their profound magical power. They wished that they could use all their time to meditate in seclusion or temper themselves. However, they ignored the comprehensive quality of a cultivator.
The term comprehensive quality sounded empty, but its importance could be understood by giving a few examples. For example, the general knowledge of history. If someone asked you which three great ancient Immortal Kingdoms were, and you answered Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand … then you would be punished by the Disciplinary Elder.
In addition, the importance of etiquette class was self-evident. Bragging to the people of the Beast Master School about how delicious the dog meat hotpot was and treating the people of the True Religion to eat pork stewed with vermicelli … It was a miracle that this kind of person didn't get beaten to death when he went out.
Then there was the geography of the Nine Regions. In the future, when they left the mountain to travel, they had to know where the rich resources were, where the ancient immortal's cave might be hidden, and where the powerful monsters lived. If they couldn't figure it out, they might plunge into the gathering place of the Kunlun slaves and get killed by their dark-skinned friends.
Nowadays, there were a lot of low-level cultivators in the Immortal Cultivation World. However, as one of the top five sects, Lingjian School disdained such people. In the words of the Sect Leader, if the cultivation level of the disciples was high, then the quality must be even higher! In the words of the Fifth Elder, even if the disciples' cultivation level was not as good as that of Shengjing Sect or Kunlun Immortal Sect, at least they could brag about their comprehensive quality, so that they wouldn't be too disgraceful in the Wanxian League.
In any case, the quality education of Lingjian School had been vigorously carried out since one hundred years ago. Now, it had formed a quite mature education system. Even if the disciples didn't understand or even didn't support it, they had no choice.
Of course, Wang Lu himself was willing to endure this hardship.
The reason? The reason was very simple. As a disciple of the Teng Cloud Hall, in the past two years, Wang Lu's achievement in culture was overwhelmingly strong. Not to mention poetry, which was something that Wang Lu was already familiar with before he was ten years old, even if it was a knitting course that caused countless male cultivators to roll on the floor in pain, Wang Lu still got an A + grade. In Wang Lu's own words, this was called the persistence of achievement. However, in the eyes of countless male students, this was called the despicable shamelessness of racking one's brain to please the Senior and Junior Sisters!
In fact, there were many people who were disgusted with the quality education. At least, the newcomers who entered the mountain with Wang Lu were quite dissatisfied with this. Especially toward Wang Lu, the top student of Spirit Sword Sect, they were gnashing their teeth in hatred.
Perhaps some people would say that in the Immortal Cultivation Sect, high cultivation level was the king, so it didn't matter how high Wang Lu's cultural class score was.
It was too important, because the cultural class was the embodiment of intelligence! Entering the mountain at the same time, but the cultural class score was as different as heaven and earth. Didn't that mean that in front of Wang Lu, these proud sons of heaven were just monkeys?
Hahaha, some time ago, I just succeeded in drawing spiritual energy into my body, so I'm already a dignified Qi Cultivating Stage Cultivator. I wonder what your cultivation level is?
Hello monkey.
… My Master just rewarded me with an eighth rank magical tool. What did your Master give you?
Hello monkey.
… I just learned a Divine Walking Technique!
Hello god monkey!
As the top student of Spirit Sword Sect, Wang Lu had long been accustomed to this kind of verbal sparring, and he never got tired of it. And his biggest opponent was, of course, a certain Crown Prince of the Great Ming Country, who had shown extraordinary talent after entering the mountain. In the past two years, the number of times the two of them quarreled had already broken through the sky.
However, today was still fine. When he arrived at the Teng Cloud Hall, he didn't see the figure of Zhu Qin and the others … This was also a matter of course. Today's course in the Teng Cloud Hall was Professional Nine Regions History. Only those who passed the advanced Nine Regions History class with an A grade or above could continue to study this course. However, among the cultivators in the same class, no one could get such a high evaluation. Usually, they had to repeatedly study the advanced Nine Regions History class two or three times before they could get an A grade evaluation.
As for those senior disciples in the sect, there was no lack of history experts. When Wang Lu arrived, there were already twenty to thirty people gathered inside and outside the Teng Cloud Hall. All of them were professional history students, which was quite a sizable number.
These people might not necessarily be true history enthusiasts, but Lingjian School, which advocated quality education, had set quite generous reward conditions for the cultural course. For example, if one could successfully pass the assessment of Professional Nine Regions History, one could get five hundred sect points, which could be exchanged for a high-rank magical tool. And if one could get an A grade evaluation, the reward would be more than a thousand points, which was extremely generous.
Wang Lu casually calculated his huge amount of points, which was about to become an astronomical number, as he stepped inside. The hall was neatly arranged with several rows of desks and praying mats, which could accommodate about seventy to eighty people. But of course, it was not full. In addition to three or four inner court disciples, there were more outer court disciples from the Carefree Peak wearing blue and white Daoist robes.
The Lingjian School had a difference between the inner court disciples and the outer court disciples. Inner court disciples had more ways to earn points, so they did not pay as much attention to the cultural course as the outer court disciples. Although the Lingjian School required the inner court disciples to pass the corresponding level of assessment in many of the courses, it was not so demanding that it be a professional course. Those who came to the professional course were either true history enthusiasts, outer court disciples who were eager to be distracted, or … like Wang Lu, who came to seek a sense of superiority in IQ and obsession with achievement.
Not long after, the front row of the hall was basically full, but the first row was empty. That was the special seat for the red and white Successor Disciples. Unfortunately, today, only Wang Lu came, and none of the other Successor Disciples came.
In fact, during the two years of teaching here, Wang Lu had only met the other Successor Disciples less than ten times, and they were just nodding acquaintances. He couldn't even call out the names of some of them, and he was not as familiar with them as some black and white Daoist and blue and white Daoist. After all, the Lingjian School had the loosest rules for the Successor Disciples, and the number of Successor Disciples was also the least.
But this was also good. Wang Lu sat down in the middle of the first row, and then greeted the surrounding disciples. Not long after, the teacher who was teaching the class arrived.
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