Teacher for a day

Chapter 17

woohoo...

With the injection of true energy, the book of Qingnian suddenly swelled up, and it rose up in the spiritual consciousness, floating in the sky and covering the ground.

The gods and souls in his consciousness moved to the side, staring curiously at the heavenly book that suddenly flew up from his side.

The pages of the book were turned quickly, and Chen Changyan's eyes could only follow them roughly...

The book of Qing Nian, preserved all the books Zhang Jianqi had read since he was a child, including his notes and understanding.

People say that the body dies and the Tao disappears, but although Mr. Zhang's body is dead, the Tao does not disappear.

Full of poems and books, they will live forever in the world.

At the same time, even the books that Chen Changyan had read, no matter which world they were from, were also included in it... He even vaguely saw the book "Three Lives: Fate of Apricot Blossoms" in the Qingdengmen Library before. .

"Hmm..." Chen Changyan had only turned the page for a little while, but he couldn't bear it anymore.

He immediately withdrew his true energy and temporarily stopped exploring the book of Qingnian.

A monk's spiritual consciousness is like a spring at first, then like a river, and finally like a sea... The sea can accommodate hundreds of rivers, but it can turn up waves with one hand, and cover them with one hand.

Only with a sufficiently broad spiritual consciousness can the sky be high enough for birds to fly, and the sea to be wide enough for fishes to leap.

Only a strong enough spiritual sense can avoid Xiao Xiao's encroachment from Yushenzong.

Chen Changyan's spiritual consciousness already belonged to the broad and strong existence among his peers, but even he couldn't bear the huge impact of the wanton blooming of this kind of knowledge.

"Young master, young master?" Fang Ji's anxious voice came from outside.

"I'm fine." Chen Changyan knew that when he turned to the end of the book, his breath must have become disordered, and Fang Ji was worried that he would go mad.

"Uh, the young master has a firm heart and outstanding talent, but you can't be greedy for meritorious deeds. You must remember that everything should be done step by step. Don't put too much pressure on yourself because of the matter of the blood-leading alchemy. Although our Wanxiao Sect is not a first-class sect, but It's not like I can't even keep my young master." Fang Ji added another word.

"Yes, I see." Chen Changyan replied.

His voice was calm, steady and restrained, but the joy in his heart couldn't be concealed.

It is impossible for him to memorize thousands of exercises and various martial arts, nor can he memorize a collection of classics and histories, poems and songs, but with this book of clear reading, he does not need to memorize it at all, as long as he reads it once, he can store it in it , Feel free to bring it with you.

When traveling to industrial civilization, he may be able to continue to practice.

When he travels back, it doesn't affect his lesson preparation.

However, there is only one thing he has to do now... Find a book from the book of Qingnian.

A web novel I've read.

……

It's been a bumpy road, but fortunately, it's safe and sound.

After all, such a mighty team dragging spirit stones, gold and silver, and women didn't seem like someone to be messed with.

The suzerain and wife of Wan Xiaozong are not Chen Changyan's parents, to be precise, he is just one of his wife's adopted sons.

As for who his biological parents are, no ghost knows.

Wan Xiaozong is located in a lonely mountain, surrounded by water, and can only be reached by water and sky.

Of course, the main thing is the waterway, because the surrounding water around their sect is not an ordinary small puddle.

A big river with wide waves.

Unless there are special flying magic weapons, such as the flying swords of Renzong, Lingjianzong, Qingtianmen and other sects, and the Tianzhou of Taohuawu... Otherwise, flying purely by true energy consumes a lot of energy.

"Come." After returning to Wanxiaozong, Chen Changyan felt much more relaxed.

He immediately poured his true energy into his spiritual consciousness.

Huh... His natal soul——Sky Eye Shadiao, was released by him from his consciousness, let out a piercing hiss, and scattered joy in the sky.

Seeing this evil eagle flying over their heads, the members of the Wan Xiao Sect knew that their eldest son had returned.

"No... eldest son, Uncle Fang, are you leading people to snatch the Golden Arch?" A group of disciples gathered around.

"..." Chen Changyan paused, then turned to a man next to him, "Go, send someone to inform this sect and ask them to change their name."

"Yes." The man didn't ask why this time, and reported directly, "As for the name of the eagle that the young master refined, we have asked the Confucian scholars from Shengshumen to draw up a few and put them in the young master's room." In the middle, please choose slowly, the young master, and after the selection is made, we will announce it to the world."

"Okay." Chen Changyan really couldn't bear the name of the celestial eye.

Of course, neither do the Golden Arches.

This sect called Golden Arch is a cultivating sect that refines natural metals and gemstones as its natal soul. It advocates the generation of power from nature, and finally returns to nature.

They also seek longevity, but what they pursue is longevity in a broader sense... Spring mud protects flowers, turning into stones, in their view, they all belong to longevity.

Golden Arches seldom participate in disputes in the world, so it can be regarded as a very casual sect.

"Chir... jiji..." The gray-black natal soul, dragging its long tail, floated across the sky, making a sharp cry,
Chen Changyan looked up at it and smiled.

Looking back now, when I ran into this remnant soul with the celestial eye, he was still very young.

Looks like 12 years old.

In order to refine its remnant soul, he remembered that he hadn't closed his eyes for six days.

At that time, it had just died in battle, and it was quite irritable. After being trapped by him, it attacked his consciousness time and time again, resisting his restraint... It was a long and endless battle, and it relied on suffering, that is, Willpower, whoever relaxes, loses.

Six days later, the dead soul of the Sky Eye Shadiao finally couldn't stand it any longer, it gave up, and was completely overwhelmed...

That day, when he was 12 years old, the powerful resentful soul with a wingspan of more than two meters and braving gray-black mist on his shoulder raised his head high for him for the first time. When the sky neighed, Wan Xiaozong also followed suit... …

Of course, Zongmen did not respond immediately.

But Chen Changyan knew in his heart that his position as the eldest son should have been confirmed at that moment.

"Well, so I still can't stay up late and work overtime." Chen Changyan touched the dead eagle on his shoulder.

The soul of life, three points of refinement, seven points of nourishment... sleep quality is very important!

……

At noon, the sun is in the sky.

Avoid, have fun outside, appropriate, hide in a cool house for lunch.

The suzerain of Wan Xiaozong has already retreated, and the only ones who accompanied Chen Changyan for lunch were his wife and four younger brothers.

The lady is nearly fifty years old, but she is still graceful and graceful, with provocative eyebrows, and like all women in the world, she likes shiny things.

Chen Changyan brought her a Hundred Bird Walking Shake... and grabbed it from the head of Jiang Lian'er, the head of the Qingdeng Sect.

In fact, it is not too expensive, but the appearance is still novel.

As for whether it is something from a dead person... In their sect, no one seems to care.

"Mother, I have something to say." Chen Changyan said after finishing his meal, putting down his chopsticks.

"It's okay to talk a lot." The plump and luxurious beautiful woman replied to him kindly.

Chen Changyan's position in Wanxiaozong is very peculiar.

Calling Madam Madam seems a bit unfamiliar, and calling Madam Qin seems too intimate.

Therefore, he generally called her "mother".

"We have more than [-] inner disciples of the Wanxiao Sect, and more than [-] outer disciples. It's time to count their cultivation bases and make a level statistics."

"Grade? Statistics?" Madam didn't understand what he meant.

"Well, define a standard of 'realm', according to everyone's cultivation level, divide it into three realms of heaven, earth, and human, and then judge all disciples according to this standard, and re-demarcate every three or five years. The inner and outer doors."

"Go on." Madam's eyes lit up.

"The human realm is divided into Qi training, foundation building, and alchemy."

"Um……"

"Earth realms are divided into Nascent Soul, Out of Body, and Yin God."

"Um……"

"Heavenly Realm is divided into Yangshen, Hedao, and Creation."

"..." Madam didn't ask what it meant, she understood it immediately, "How did my son come up with such a set of sect governance methods?"

"Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles." Chen Changyan flipped through the book of Qingnian in his spiritual consciousness, and replied without blushing.

Madam nodded approvingly: "Very good!"

What Chen Changyan looked up in Qingnian Zhishu was an online novel he had read in that world.

Cultivating immortality according to the novel was not his whim.

In fact, he has read dozens of Xiuxian novels for this day.

Because, he discovered that the so-called realm is actually an efficient statistical strategy in essence!
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