Saint Immortal Way

"Dangdangdang..."

The loud bell rang, and the chaotic study hall suddenly fell silent. The schoolboys who were still in the study hall trotted out of the study hall one after another, and the students sat down in their seats one after another. Lu Yang stood at the back of the study hall.

Some students turned their heads to look at Lu Yang curiously, and started whispering, because they only found out that Lu Yang was a new student at this time.

"Silence, silence!" A Confucian teacher walked in from the door. He was in his sixties, with a hale face, his temples and beard were already gray, and he was dressed in a simple Ruyi suit, with moire shoes on his feet, and a high crown on his head.

The Confucian master walked to the podium, looked around the hall with a pair of clear eyes, and finally fell on Lu Yang: "That student, what's going on?"

"Sir, that's a freshman who passed the exam. Today, he was assigned to our Dingke subclass by the inspector. This is the assignment letter from the supervisor!" Li Mingyue handed an assignment letter to the Confucian teacher.

The Confucian master glanced at the assignment document, raised his head in surprise and said, "Are you that Lu Yang who composes poetry in seven steps?"

"Student is right!" Lu Yang saluted.

"Wow..." There was a commotion in the school hall, more than 50 students, as well as the book boys outside the school hall who were leaning against the window to eavesdrop, all started to stir up, everyone ignored the Confucian masters in the hall, and started discussing...

"This is Lu Yang who ran into Her Royal Highness?"

"It's not as sharp as in the legend. Does such a person have the guts to contradict the princess?"

"Seven steps into a poem, it's amazing, if it was me at that time, I must have been shocked!"

"I heard that the seven-step poem satirizes Her Highness the Princess, but Her Highness is generous. Not only did she not blame him, but she acquiesced in allowing him to enter the academy. I didn't expect that he would be assigned to our class!"

"..."

There was a commotion in the study hall, and there were many discussions inside and outside. Lu Yang was surprised, thinking what was going on, it happened only yesterday, why did it spread so much today?

It is indeed an uproar, not to mention the Bailongtan Academy, even the entire Moling Mansion has been known to everyone, everyone knows about it, especially the Moling Mansion, from the traffickers to the rich and powerful, all of them respect Princess Shouyang. The story of being bumped into by people in the Taidao Holy Temple is talked about with great interest.

After dinner, almost everyone was talking about seven steps into poetry, and Lu Yang became famous overnight!Only Lu Yang realized later that he had become famous until now.

As the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong, let alone Lu Yang who has no background?

"Quiet, quiet, what's the proper way to make noise?!" The Confucian master took out a jade ruler as white as suet and white jade from his wide sleeve, and beat it hard on the podium. The jade ruler was very strong and he was not afraid of being beaten. Bad, because there are countless sacred articles as small as rice grains floating on the jade ruler, protecting the jade ruler.

The Confucian teacher went into a rage, and the hall was suddenly silent.

"Lu Yang, you can just sit at the desk next to Mingyue. It just so happens that the student at the desk has been promoted to Department C a few days ago!" the Confucian master said.

Lu Yang quickly found a seat, and there was a futon just right there. He sat down cross-legged, and grinned to Li Mingyue who was beside him, showing a mouth full of snow-white teeth.

"Clap clap clap..."

Just as Lu Yang sat down, suddenly, three names condensed with meaningful energy flew over from left and right, hanging in front of Lu Yang's desk.

Guo Cheng, Gu Feng, Yu Ming, and Lu Yang were slightly surprised when they looked at the three ruddy, white and airy names. When they turned around, they found that Guo Cheng was a handsome boy, seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was wearing a crown. A high crown of white jade that is popular on the street, very handsome and unrestrained.

Gu Feng and Yu Ming are half-grown teenagers, estimated to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. They are blinking and casting envious glances at this time, obviously admiring Lu Yang very much.

Lu Yang immediately raised his hand and bowed slightly to show his friendliness.Guo Cheng, Gu Feng and Yu Ming also smiled and returned the salute with flat bows.

"Niu Liangyu, stand up!" Master Confucianism suddenly shouted.

The frail young man who looked like a sick man immediately stood up tremblingly, bowed and said, "Sir, what are your orders?"

The Confucian master came over, stood in front of Niu Liangyu, stared at him fiercely, and said solemnly: "Stretch out your hand!"

"Yes..." Niu Liangyu shivered, as if he was very scared.The other students were gloating, and most of them were laughing, while some whispered that Niu Liangyu was a fool.

"Pa, pa, pa..." The Confucian master raised a ruler and hit Niu Liangyu's palm, causing Niu Liangyu to cry out in pain.

While beating, the Confucian teacher gave a lesson: "What I said a few days ago, why did you forget it completely? I said clearly, don't over-exhaust your energy, destroy your spirit and body. How many levels can the Eternal Qi be used for? As I said, it is not because the Eternal Qi is huge that it can be sublimated into the Splendid Qi, so now that you have hurt your roots, how can you practice in the future?"

"Oh, student... the student knows his mistake!" Niu Liangyu exclaimed in pain.

"I don't think you can remember. I hurt you today, so I can remember it!" The Confucian master hit twenty big boards, and Niu Liangyu's palms were swollen before the board stopped.

"Next time if I find out that you are in a bad mood early in the morning, I will expel you from the school, you know!" the Confucian master sternly shouted.

"Got it!" Niu Liangyu nodded aggrievedly.

"Well, everyone should also take warning. Don't think that you can use as much as you want with endless timeless ink sticks. That thing is just a supplement. I have said it many times. Keep your spirit and meditate and grow stronger." Only with spiritual consciousness can you condense your literary spirit more, if your spiritual consciousness is not strong, no matter how many ink sticks you have, you will be putting the cart before the horse!"

The Confucian master glanced at the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the students' desks, especially when he saw the many middle-grade and top-grade timeless ink sticks, he couldn't help snorting coldly, and some timid students hurriedly hid the ink sticks in their wide sleeves middle.

"Okay, the Qi Cultivation class starts now!" Master Confucianism seemed to stand tall and feel better, and he couldn't help nodding with satisfaction, announcing the start of the Qi Cultivation class.

Many students spread out the paper in a hurry, and then began to grind it. Some students who had already studied the ink began to dip the ink and pick up the brush, and write words. After a while, each word was written, and then suspended in mid-air, and some flew directly into the student's mouth. above their heads.

Lu Yang turned his head and saw that Li Mingyue wrote a poem in the Little Book of Poems on the white paper smoothly. After the poem was finished, he picked up the brush, and the poems condensed with meaningful energy immediately flew up, one by one, burrowing into the top of his head, as if the top of his head Baihui Point has an invisible portal that can receive Wen Qi.

Lu Yang immediately understood the meaning of this class on nourishing qi. As the saying goes, the plan for a day lies in the morning, when people’s energy is most abundant in the morning, so the first class in the morning is about nourishing qi, and the next class is probably the class of spiritual meditation, and then there is The so-called six arts class lasted until the end of school in the afternoon.

Lu Yang didn't dare to be negligent, the effect of nourishing qi in the morning is the best, but when Lu Yang took the exam just now, he had already consumed a lot of timeless qi, and it is estimated that he will not be able to accumulate too much timeless qi.

Looking up at the other students, most of the students wrote some big and small poems, because it was simple, and some who lacked qualifications wrote single characters, including big, small, light, heavy, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, sweetness, bitterness, etc. Character……

In an instant, poems and words condensed by meaningful energy were suspended everywhere in the entire study hall, either suspended or wandering around, and finally fell into the top of the writer's head and disappeared.

When Lu Yang saw the poems or words written by these classmates, he shook his head, thinking that students are students, and this insight is not very great. Some of the things written are too petty. You must know that the first thing in the practice of the holy way is to cultivate the heart, and the heart is upright. Cultivating Qi is cultivating the mind, which is the first step in cultivating Qi, so now that Lu Yang condenses meaningful Qi, he can not only cultivate Qi, but also straighten his heart.

"It's a pity that today is the first day of morning class, and I didn't arrange for my sister to come, otherwise I wouldn't have to grind the ink myself!" Lu Yang had to do it himself, grinding the top-grade timeless ink sticks, and a strong white timeless spirit dissipated It opened and turned into a liquid with the same quality as water, and stored it in the inkstone. Lu Yang was full of the timeless spirit, calmed down, took a deep breath, and wrote four words on the white paper "Zheng, Da, Guang, Ming!"

It is not easy to be impartial and centered.

There is nothing outside of the greatest, all-encompassing is called great.

Majestic, dazzling light that never goes out.

Insight into the subtleties, everything is known.

The four big characters condense Lu Yang's timeless spirit, and each character exudes a faint aura of ruddy color.This is the Jun character, the holy word of the first stage of Lixin Daoye's practice.

The generation of this kind of literary energy is very strange. At first, a stream of spiritual energy emanated from the body, rushing into the timeless air on the nib of the pen. The two are originally from the same source, and they immediately melted together and quickly interacted with each other. Penetrating, it will be transformed into a timeless aura that Lu Yang can control.

This is a refining process, very delicate, the process is like a drop of clear water being washed by a wisp of black ink, and the clear water immediately turns into light ink.

Lu Yang picked up the pen, his consciousness moved slightly, and the words upright and bright immediately flew up, circled around Lu Yang's head, entered Lu Yang's mind one after another, entered the divine court, and surrounded the meaningful air mass.Lu Yang suddenly discovered that the timeless air mass in the divine court had grown a bit stronger.

"It really has an immediate effect!" Lu Yang was slightly taken aback, and immediately became inexplicably happy, thinking that the timeless ink sticks are really good things, and the auxiliary cultivation is not just for bragging, no wonder this thing is so expensive!If there are enough ink sticks, it is enough to ensure that a practitioner of the holy way is not lacking in literary spirit.

It seems that the children of the rich and powerful have better conditions for practice. No matter what the world is, this kind of talent is an essential element for practice. If there is no money, the practice can only be endured slowly. If the financial resources are sufficient, Cultivation can get twice the result with half the effort.

Lu Yang thought to himself, and it took him a while to gather his composure. He wrote [-] upright and meaningful characters and entered the court of God. The whole court of God immediately became more upright. There is such a scene.

Since Lu Yang was reborn, he has been full of energy, and the blood in his body has been transformed into life energy. This energy is entwined with his own heart light, and it will be derived into literary energy.

As for the heart light, it is the spiritual core of a literati, and when combined with various spirits, all kinds of literary spirits will be self-generated, whether meaningful, beautiful, or majestic.

Therefore, Lu Yang's timeless aura is growing every moment, and the rate of growth is higher than that of many classmates.

Lu Yang didn't stop until the Confucian master tapped the podium three times with a jade ruler. At this time, he already felt a little tired and drowsy mentally, as if he had used his brain too much, groggy, and very uncomfortable.

"It turns out that this is due to excessive depletion of energy. A person's energy is limited after all. Within a certain period of time, it is impossible to condense literary energy without limit. It must be relaxed!" Lu Yang quickly collected his mind.

"Okay, everyone stop. People in the holy way, raise your breath every morning and evening, and then meditate or rest in bed. The next day repeats like this. This is already the best routine. Everyone must keep it in mind. There is only half an hour to meditate now, half an hour later, I will start the etiquette class!"

After meditating, Lu Yang naturally understood that this is the holy way of cultivating spiritual consciousness. This method is the foundation of the holy way, and the private schools in the counties below will teach it to the students.

Lu Yang learned it by stealing it. Since then, he has comprehended the light of the heart, born the spirit of eternity, and stepped into the holy way.

Consciousness sinks into the Divine Court, looking at the Divine Court Consciousness Sea, all the information from the outside world seems to be cut off and shielded, and everything in the Divine Court Consciousness Sea is presented before the eyes.

Contemplating the divine court, the divine consciousness is self-generated.

Lu Yang's divine court was brighter than ever, and the timeless air gathered into a ball, which accumulated thicker and thicker, exuding a white aura, and the air ball kept rolling, as if it was changing and growing every moment.

In the timeless air mass, countless words rolled around, and even around the periphery of the timeless air mass, there were many timeless words surrounding them, many of which were written just now, shining brightly one by one.

"Fair and fair..."

"Eileen said..."

Lu Yang saw the meaningless words in red and white, and each word was full of meaningful meaning, containing Lu Yang's understanding of these words and articles, giving these words and articles their own ray of spiritual consciousness.

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