Mythological origin

Chapter 25 Literacy
In a blink of an eye, it was two months later.

In the past period of time, Mu Ziqing had to go to lectures every three days, and every time he was stared at by thousands of people in the audience, he was exhausted physically and mentally.

In the past in the Yin Yang sect, she would only show her face once in ten or eight years as the suzerain, and then simply mention a few clever and close disciples.

Where would it be like now, endlessly explaining the basics of cultivation to a bunch of ants there, it was a waste of her time.

Of course, it wasn't just her who was tired, the rest of the Yin Yang Sect were also tired.

Almost all of them came from poor families, could not read a few big characters, and the average person was illiterate, so if they rashly tried to learn some way of cultivating Taoism, they would be even more blind.

But the task was overwhelming, so under Mu Ziqing's order, the elders and disciples of the Yin Yang Sect were forced to become the first teachers of these cattle and sheep that they used to raise in captivity.

Two hundred Yin Yang sect qi refining female cultivators, leading four thousand men, started a vigorous literacy learning campaign.

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"Crack!" There was a crisp sound of a whip.

"If you can't memorize this paragraph any more, you guys will drink another glass of old lady's footwashing water!"

The Yingchun Palace Suite, which was once the nightmare of countless men in the Yin Yang Sect and ruined the lives of many companions, has now become individual small classrooms for these temporary "study groups" to teach.

"Shake me, I really can't drink anymore..." A few tall and thick men hid shyly in a corner, not daring to resist at all.

The majestic girl in a short skirt holding a whip in the middle looked at them condescendingly as if looking at garbage.

After a long period of domestication, they have already lost the courage to resist the disciples of the Yin Yang Sect.

"Hurry up! No one can recite it anymore. Tonight, everyone will be whipped ten times and crushed three times!"

The whip crackled, and the faces of the men turned green when they heard the sound, so they could only hold the rubbings of the Yin-Yang and Five Elements Jue and recite them desperately, trying to force the contents into their minds.

Mu Ziqing's task is to promote the Yin-Yang and Five Elements Jue, and the task she suppressed for everyone in the sect is to let the Yang materials learn every word in the Yin-Yang and Five Elements Jue within three months.

Layer by layer, the Qi Refining cultivators of the Yin Yang Sect are suffering unspeakably.

They are not professional literacy teachers. It is no problem for them to understand Taoism scriptures and formulas, but asking them to teach a bunch of illiterates is really beyond the scope of their abilities.

Therefore, most of the new "teachers" of the Yin Yang sect really can't think of any tricks other than corporal punishment, humiliation and persecution to force students.

As for corporal punishment, this is their forte...

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"Is this what magic feels like?"

Mo Fengwu, who stood in an open space without moving for a while, suddenly stretched out a slender finger.

At the half-inch height of her raised fingertips, a few faint sparks appeared out of thin air.

As soon as the spark appeared, there was a "beep" immediately, and it swelled above her fingertips into a red fireball the size of a walnut.

This fireball is not too big, but it also warms the surroundings.

Time passed by, and the fireball remained at Mo Fengwu's fingertips. Even though it was constantly swaying in the breeze, it still kept burning vigorously, without any sign of wanting to extinguish it.

She looked at the little fireball excitedly, tears rolling in her eyes.

"go with!"

The small burning fireball continuously drew her mana, and Mo Fengwu's right hand began to tremble a little. She hurriedly followed the formula in her memory, and shot the fireball at the target prepared in advance.

The target instantly caught fire.

The moment the fireball left, she felt as if her body had been hollowed out, and it took her a while to recover.

"At the first level of Qi refining, I can only fire this kind of fire bomb three times at most."

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Different from the Yin-Yang sect who was confused by the literacy problem, the daughters of Mo Fengwu and Mo Caihuan are all from wealthy families, they are knowledgeable about books and rituals, as long as they are willing to sacrifice the 20-year Yangshou Blood Sacrifice and practice Yin-Yang and Five Elements Jue There is no pressure.

Mo Tianxie provided the underlying concept, and Bai Mo optimized and modified the exercises. If you have a certain level of writing skills, it is not difficult to understand the whole text.

"Father, our family has spiritual roots!"

Mo Fengwu picked up the red fire wine that Mo Tianxie loved to drink when he was alive, sprinkled it on the ground bit by bit, then bowed heavily in the direction of Qixuanmen three times.

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"I didn't expect that there would be a Qi-refining disciple in my Yin-Yang Sect who would surpass a thousand." Looking at the data reported by the elders, Mu Ziqing felt a rare sense of pride in his heart.

After several months of tossing, almost one-fifth of the first batch of mortals who received training had already started the Yin-Yang Art and became a monk at the first level of Qi Refining.

Including the members of the Yin Yang Sect itself, the number of qi refining monks in the sect exceeded 1000 at once, which is a grand event that has never happened in hundreds of years.

"Sect Master...the finances of the sect...are about to be overwhelmed." The elder in charge of the financial expenditure of the sect whispered to her.

"During this period of time, all the disciples were recalled to the mountain gate in order to complete the task, and the industry in the gate was almost completely stagnant. Then, for the cultivation of these thousands of sun materials, each of them had to eat some spirit stones... Zongli, can't raise There are so many unproductive monks."

"I also know the difficulties of the sect, how about this, I will take out another 15 spirit stones and give them to you to dispatch."

Mu Ziqing gritted his teeth, and took out a sum of Lingshi from his private money.

I don't want the child to be unable to trap the wolf. The task given by the senior Huashen must be completed no matter what. It's just a spirit stone. If you give it up, you will give it up.

"The 15 spirit stones are probably only enough to cover the expenses of the sect for three months, and the suzerain should make plans early."

"Don't worry, there will be no shortage of spirit stones, but I must complete the tasks of the seniors."

"My subordinate understands."

"Facing this dilemma of Lingshi, Mu Ziqing began to have some different ideas."

"Ex...Senior?!" She just turned around and was about to leave, when she happened to meet Bai Mo who was about to enter the door.

"Are you short of spirit stones?"

"No, everything is normal... Indeed... there are indeed some gaps." Mu Ziqing originally wanted to evade it, but then he thought about it, with the great power of the cultivator, the sound transmission just now could have been heard. So he changed his mouth and told the truth.

"There are 300 million low-grade spirit stones in this storage ring." Bai Mo casually threw a storage ring over.

"Thank you senior!" Mu Ziqing quickly saluted.

"300 million low-grade spirit stones, many Jindan sects may not have this number in their treasury..."

She asked herself that if she sold everything on her body, she probably wouldn't be able to gather 300 million low-grade spirit stones, which would amount to 200 million spirit stones.

However, she is not considered a wealthy existence among Golden Core cultivators. The 15 spirits she just gave to the financial elders are already almost all the spirit stones in her hands.

If he wanted any more spirit stones, Mu Ziqing would have to start thinking about selling his elixir and magic weapon...

(End of this chapter)