Chapter 37

Chu Jiao died at the hands of the Huanjian Sect's own people, so it was an internal matter. The academy disciples could not help much after learning about the situation. The drama died down, and the powerful people in the Heavenly Immortal Boat would not pay any more attention to it.

Everyone in the Illusion Sword Sect looked unhappy. Mu Jian and his entourage analyzed the situation, but no one could tell whether Chu Jiao had gone mad because he had been holding it in for too long, or if he had been ambushed.

When a person dies, his soul dies and there is no evidence.

Only Su Baimo was greatly frightened. He had intended to show off his abilities among his fellow disciples, but he had not expected that Chu Jiao would attack him without any explanation. At this moment, his face turned pale, like a poor frightened rabbit, and his fellow disciples were comforting him.

All the recent events have caused Su Baimo's courage to be repeatedly hurt in fear and rupture. Even though he has powerful people protecting him, he still often falls into danger.

Even though he stayed with Dai Zisheng most of the twelve hours a day, there were always times when it was not enough.

Whether it was the gray-clothed demon cultivator or Chu Jiao, they could kill him easily.

When Chu Jiao's sword came in front of him, he could do nothing. If Mu Jian and Dai Zisheng had acted a little later, he would probably have died.

Obviously, he did nothing wrong, but Chu Jiao wanted to kill him. He was wrong and he was a bad guy. But in the middle world, there were many unreasonable bad guys and unknown dangers.

The feeling of having your life completely in the hands of someone else is really unsettling.

Su Baimo bit his nails in fear and anxiety: Was he wrong? Was it impossible to live by relying on others?

If his skills were enough to protect himself, he wouldn't have to be so scared.

There are also various magic weapons, spirit beasts and the like. The more things that can protect himself, the better. If he had everything, he wouldn't have to live so cautiously.

However, he did not have a strong aptitude for cultivation. If he continued to use elixirs and other things to force himself after building his foundation, it would be disadvantageous for his future. As for magic weapons, Dai Zisheng had given him some as a thank-you gift to his savior, but it was far from enough.

What if you want to get more?

If you keep asking for it by claiming to have saved your life, it will definitely cause impatience among the other people in the Illusion Sword Gate. Mu Jian's attitude towards me is a good example.

Su Baimo bit his nails slowly over and over again until a stinging pain in his fingertips brought him back to his senses.

He bit his finger without realizing it.

Su Baimo stared at the finger he had bitten, with blood dripping down. He felt wronged and sad. He just took out a bottle of medicine powder to sprinkle it, but suddenly stopped.

His confused thoughts slowly solidified into a clear line along with the blood, extending forward and pointing him in a new direction.

Su Baimo's eyes gradually brightened: He figured it out.

He clearly still had an extremely good weapon that he hadn't used, and that was his own Lunar Furnace Physique.

As long as he is willing to practice dual cultivation with someone, both he and that person will benefit. Why can't he use this to improve his own cultivation and gain more benefits from the person he is practicing dual cultivation with?

Su Baimo let the blood on his hand drip slowly and his eyes rolled around.

His parents once advised him not to practice dual cultivation with others lightly, including Chu Jinglan.

At that time they said that Chu Jinglan's talent was definitely the best among the upper, middle and lower realms, and he was worthy of being his fiancé, but he was not yet mature. If he failed to protect his identity after going to the middle realm and died on the way, Su Baimo could still find someone else.

He doesn't practice dual cultivation because he's afraid that the next suitable fiancée might mind and reject him.

None of them had expected that Chu Jinglan would fail in the lower world and never get out.

The one who walked into the middle realm was Su Baimo.

When Su Baimo followed Dai Zisheng to the middle realm and saw the splendor of the Illusion Sword Sect, she thought Dai Zisheng would be a good candidate for her next fiancé.

But he came to Lin'an Academy again and saw the immortal boats of the powerful families in the twenty-four prefectures, as well as the real might of the Yunduan Six Sects and the Immortal Alliance.

When the two biggest forces speak out, everyone else becomes a bystander.

Only then will you realize that there are always people better than you, and there are always higher levels than you. The Fantasy Sword Sect is just a drop in the ocean. The middle realm is just like this, and there is an even more vast world in the upper realm.

Chu Jinglan used to be someone who had the potential to dominate the three realms, so he could be his partner. He used to think that all other people were nothing but water and all other people were nothing but clouds on Mount Wushan. But now, the people he meets don't have such abilities and a bright future, so how can they take the position of his partner?

Why should we be so obsessed with the title of Taoist couple? Why must people who practice dual cultivation be Taoist couple?

Why can't there be many people practicing dual cultivation?

Su Baimo's eyes brightened a little.

He is weak, so he still has to rely on others, but unlike before, he can't just wait for others to rescue him. He has to take from others, take power and treasures and make them his own.

Now Dai Zisheng and others are helpful to him, so he takes from them. He wants to cling to one individual, absorb their value, and move up step by step until no one can kill him or bully him at will. He does not want to be in the position of a prey anymore, he also wants to have the power of life and death and hold the power.

The fairy boat in the sky is so big, I really want to get on it and take a look.

Su Baimo took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his fingers.

The anxiety on his face disappeared, and was replaced by the relief and joy after enlightenment. Su Baimo thought lightly and a little shyly: So who should I practice dual cultivation with first? It turns out to be Dai Zisheng again?

But Mu Jian seemed to be not bad either. He was a gentleman at heart, and his cultivation was higher than Dai Zisheng's. After practicing both together, it would surely help his cultivation more.

These two people feel that no matter who practices dual cultivation with him, they will definitely be completely devoted to him.

But Mu Jian doesn't like him, if only there was some way to do it...

In a place where no one could see, it seemed as if something around Su Baimo was changing invisibly according to his thoughts.

If the system is asked to make the judgment, it will give the answer: luck.

*

Above the Lin'an Academy, the immortal boat that had been gathering and shrouding it slowly retreated. Without the huge object covering the sky, the people with low cultivation below couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Some people opened the Qiankun bag very quickly and hid it quickly to prevent anyone from finding anything. Others opened it more slowly and cherished it very much.

Xiao Mo and his team were neither fast nor slow, but there were too many of them, so they opened one batch after another.

Chu Jiao is dead, and Xiao Mo is in a good mood. If he can take something good out of the bag, it will be a double surprise.

They took out a lot of storage containers from their bags. Chu Jinglan gave one to Mo Zhi. Yan Chun and Chu Xia were very envious, but not dissatisfied.

The storage container can only be used by people with spiritual powers, and they haven't even entered the door.

But soon, Xiao Mo gave one to Yanchun and Chuxia respectively.

There were storage containers lying in the palms of both of them, and they looked at Xiao Mo blankly.

Xiao Mo said: "It's okay, you two will definitely be able to embark on the path of cultivation. I prepared it for you in advance, keep it well."

Yanchun tightly grasped the storage container, deeply moved, but because he was a boy, he could only hold back tears. Chuxia was directly moved to tears, and said, "Brother, thank you."

They must work harder!

Among all the people, Chu Jinglan had the best luck, as he opened another nice gold crystal stone, so Xiao Mo simply gave all the bags in his hand to Chu Jinglan.

Chu Jinglan:?

He just saw Xiao Mo taking apart the paper happily, why didn’t he do that anymore?

Xiao Mo received his gaze and said confidently: "This is called proxy drawing, it's to improve your luck. If you have a little red hand, why not use it? Quickly open it."

Chu Jinglan:.

Anyway, Xiao Mo always has his own ideas, so Chu Jinglan quietly helps him to open them... and helps to draw them on his behalf.

Among the five bags, the best thing is a Xuanjie Spirit Sword.

The swords that Chu Jinglan brought up from the lower realm were mostly yellow grade. Xiao Mo took them and drew the sword out of its sheath. The sword was silver and shining, with a cold light flashing. He knocked on the sheath and the sword. Xiao Mo didn't know much about swords, but spiritual swords were also magical tools, and he could get a general idea of ​​it by injecting spiritual power into them.

"Not bad." Xiao Mo put the sword back and threw it to Chu Jinglan, "It's just right for you to change the sword."

Chu Jinglan raised his hand and caught it steadily. The weight and feel of the sword were quite suitable for him. He said, "Isn't it a substitute draw?"

Since there is the word "代", which means to help or replace, the thing that came out should belong to Xiao Mo.

Their things were not so clearly divided now, they just put things on whoever had empty space. Xiao Mo thought to himself that it was not bad, Chu Jinglan could actually talk nonsense now, although his tone was flat and no one could tell except him.

Xiao Mo responded generously: "Thank you."

They finally unpacked the Qiankun bag. Chu Jinglan replaced it with a large storage container, and Xiao Mo also replaced the small storage container in his backpack. They repacked all the things, putting some in Chu Jinglan's portable storage container, some in the grid of Xiao Mo's backpack, and also put some things in the storage containers of the little guys.

Because there was a rain of spiritual treasures from the Great Immortal Sect today, the excitement of the people outside the academy lasted the whole day, and they all felt that the trip was worthwhile. However, everyone went to bed early at night, because tomorrow was the day for the sermon, and the disciples of the academy had already spread the word that it would begin at the hour of the morning.

For the independent cultivators, even though they have protective shields, they still have to keep watch all night, not to mention that there is a rain of spiritual treasures today. The harder it is to get resources, the more they will cherish them. Some people will even be too nervous, holding on to their things and not daring to rest at all.

Xiao Mo, relying on his own cultivation and racial superiority, has not rested for many days. Although sleeping is not necessary for his survival now, he will still feel mentally tired after a long time.

The campfire made their small place warm. There was a protective cover to block the wind, so there was no need for a tent. The three children were already lying down and sleeping, wrapped in thin blankets.

Chu Jinglan used a branch to stir the fire: "You rest tonight, and I'll keep watch."

Xiao Mo was leaning against a tree, and was so lazy that he almost merged with the tree. When he heard Chu Jinglan's words, he bent his knees, hugged his arms, and slowly buried half of his face in his arms. His fair and delicate chin was blocked, leaving only the silver mask exposed, which was coated with a warm orange tone by the campfire.

Xiao Mo's voice came out muffled from the crook of his arm: "I'll sleep in the first half of the night. I don't need sleep anyway. I just need to rest for a while. Call me in the second half of the night and I'll take over."

Chu Jinglan: "Okay."

When Chu Jinglan turned his head away, Xiao Mo had already closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Because of the change of posture he had just taken, only a little of his lower back was rubbing against the tree trunk, and he was curled up with his knees hugged. It was an insecure posture, but he was stubbornly supporting himself and would not easily open the clam shell that was protecting him.

Chu Jinglan stopped fiddling with the campfire, and after a moment, sat closer to Xiao Mo.

The moon in the sky gradually shifted away, and it was the second half of the night, but Chu Jinglan was still slow to wake up the person who was supposed to take over the shift.

Xiao Mo stayed in a curled-up position without moving at all, while Mo Zhi was sleeping on the ground with his legs spread out. Chu Jinglan had covered him with the quilt many times, which formed a sharp contrast with Xiao Mo.

After a while, Xiao Mo's body finally shook slightly.

Originally, this slight shaking would not have caused any impact, but Chu Jinglan had been sitting too close to him. Xiao Mo didn't know whether he was attracted by the human scent or by the instinct to be close to the heat source, but he couldn't help but lean towards Chu Jinglan.

He remained curled up and leaned against Chu Jinglan's shoulder. His head moved unconsciously, and although it arched in his arms, it also rubbed against Chu Jinglan's shoulder.

Chu Jinglan was so nervous about his little move that she suddenly felt that it might not be a wise decision for her to come closer.

[Ding, mental attack successful, points +50! ]

Xiao Mo was woken up by the reminder sound while he was drowsy: "...Huh?"

He said vaguely: "What can I do to you if I'm not sleepwalking? How can this be possible..."

His voice was unclear, and it got lower and lower. Chu was trembling with fear, and his voice was low and hoarse in the night: "...What?"

"Ah, nothing..."

Xiao Mo opened his eyes lazily and found himself leaning on Chu Jinglan. He didn't react at all and yawned sleepily before naturally rising from Chu Jinglan's shoulder and stretching his waist, with his arms and waist forming soft lines.

"Hmm, it seems like time has passed. Why didn't you wake me up?"

The weight on his shoulders disappeared, and Chu Jinglan's tense body relaxed as he left. He subconsciously picked up another branch, as if he needed to hold something in his hands, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable.

The tree branch stretched towards the bonfire, and Chu Jinglan replied: "You seem to be sleeping soundly."

Xiao Mo was now fully awake. He raised his hand and snatched the branch from Chu Jinglan's hand: "I just need to rest for a while and recuperate. Okay, go to sleep. You have to lay a good foundation for your body."

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan had taken Xiao Qingmenzi Jiao's storage container before, and picked out the medicines inside that could nourish the body and meridians. Chu Jinglan had been taking medicine every day recently, and he had almost become a medicine jar.

He inevitably had the bitter smell of elixir on him, which was not unpleasant, with a woody aftertaste, like the old trees in a Zen temple, and it was quite attentive and concentrating to smell.

Only by laying a good foundation for the body can you repair the Dantian and regain your cultivation.

Chu Jinglan firmly believed that he would not always be a useless person. It was not so much a belief as it was a persistence. He had to think this way and push himself forward forcefully, not allowing any cowardice or giving up.

However, Xiao Mo did not give any resounding encouragement or make any solemn announcements. His trust in Chu Jinglan's ability to recover was always evident in his casual conversations and every detail.

It moistened everything silently, as if to Xiao Mo, Chu Jinglan would definitely recover his cultivation. This was a very natural and trivial thing, not at all difficult.

To Chu Jinglan, pity or sympathy would not stir any waves in his heart, because he did not need them at all. Instead, it was Xiao Mo's relaxed attitude that could slowly soften his frozen heart.

The branch was taken away by Xiao Mo. Chu Jinglan pressed his finger bones, leaned his back against the tree trunk, faced the fire, and slowly closed his eyes.

Xiao Mo was fiddling with firewood, with a panel in front of him that only he could see, showing that the points had reached fifteen thousand.

Not only did he get back all the points he had redeemed for the elixir, but he also got back a lot more.

Xiao Mo scanned the mall again. If he had enough points, he would have bought a new flute. Low-level instruments had limited capabilities and could not be used forever.

But since Chu Jinglan had opened a piece of good jade and was going to make him a flute, the points were saved.

Xiao Mo, who had been poor since he traveled through time, finally felt wealthy. This is the confidence that savings can bring to everyone.

There are many good things in the mall that cannot be exchanged yet, so save points as much as you can, they will definitely come in handy in the future.

As Xiao Mo was thinking, he suddenly seemed to sense some sight. He turned his head sharply, his eyes sharp as a torch, but found that it was the direction where Chu Jinglan was sleeping.

Chu Jinglan leaned against the tree trunk, bent one knee, and placed one hand on the knee, ready to stand up at any time.

His eyes were closed under the mask, his breathing was steady, and he had fallen asleep.

But there was no one else in this direction. Could there be someone hiding in the dark, and he didn't notice because his cultivation was not good enough?

Xiao Mo used his omnipotent system to scan it.

He is an expert at hiding his aura, but when it comes to detection, the system is the best aid.

The system has been scanned and confirmed to be normal.

Xiao Mo had no choice but to look away, wondering: Illusion?

*

As the glow of the sky slowly rose and the golden morning sun overlooked the earth, everyone's bonfires in the protective screen went out one by one, until the rising sun broke through the sea of ​​clouds and leaped up. From the Lin'an Academy, an ancient bell sound broke the tranquility of the early morning, and the sound waves were surging layer by layer.

Outside the stone steps and in the forest, no matter whether they were humans or birds and animals, they all felt refreshed by the breeze, and the turbid air was swept away, and they felt full of energy.

After the bell sound died down, the gate of Lin'an Academy slowly opened, and a group of disciples in green robes walked out. They were like bamboos or pine trees, with tall bodies and graceful manners like the wind.

After a moment, a man in simple clothes walked out slowly. He only had a middle shirt, no outer robe. He had regular features and a pair of eyes that were deep and thoughtful. He didn't even have his hair tied up, and his black hair was casually draped behind his head.

If it were someone else, it would have looked unruly and unrestrained, but on him it was natural and unrestrained, and every move he made seemed to be one with the world.

The long gown flutters in the wind, following the way of nature.

The spiritual power enveloped his voice, covering the area within a radius of three miles, allowing everyone to hear it clearly: "I am the headmaster of the academy, and I am the wind."

The more powerful disciples from the sects away from the academy saluted him, while the independent practitioners in the distance were already excited.

"Feng Qiexing! A powerful being at the peak of the Spirit Severing Realm would actually preach in person? I thought it was just a rumor!"

"Damn it, it's too far away to see. The sword is not allowed to fly after the opening ceremony. Why is this tree so short? I also want to see the master!"

Xiao Mo's consciousness could "see" it. He said to Chu Jinglan and the three children, "He looks like a gentleman, but he doesn't follow the rules."

After all, he didn't even put on his clothes properly.

Feng Qie Xing said loudly: "You all came here to ask about the Dao. It is a blessing for me, Lin'an Academy, and also a blessing for the Dao of the world. As monks, we should establish our destiny in heaven and earth, follow the Dao without regrets, and live up to our own integrity and have a clear conscience."

This opening remark is different from other righteous ways that first talk about "righteousness" or "responsibility". It only focuses on one's own path. Xiao Mo thinks that it may be Feng Qiexing's personality. Of course, it may also be that there are too many people coming, and it is meaningless to talk about empty principles.

"This lecture will last for ten days, mainly on Qi, Shen, and Xing," Feng Qiexing brushed aside his skirt and sat casually on the high platform, "I will start with Qi."

Whether in modern times or here, after the opening speech, there is usually applause before moving on to the next part. This is a custom and etiquette, but Feng Qiexing didn't care. As soon as someone's hand touched him and the sound of the applause could be heard, Feng Qiexing's voice slowly floated out: "Qi is the breath of all living things. Its form does not exist, but the formless also has form..."

The people who were clapping let go of their hands awkwardly. Xiao Mo couldn't help but smile. He thought this headmaster was quite interesting. He wasn't mentioned much in the original book. He had thought he would be a respected senior, but he didn't expect him to be so casual.

He was just about to share his thoughts with others, but when he turned around, he found that Chu Jinglan, Yan Chun and Chu Xia were already sitting attentively, listening attentively.

Xiao Mo: Sure, sure. He can enter the learning state so quickly, he can’t lose.

From the self-cultivation of the King of Volume.

Feng Qiexing's explanation progressed from the shallow to the deep. People with no cultivation could understand it, and people with some cultivation could also comprehend the meaning from it. The crowded place outside the academy suddenly became quiet. There was no whispering or noise, only Feng Qiexing's fascinating voice.

Even the birds on the branches were nodding their heads, as if they were learning along with the crowd.

Once one is lost in meditation, time always passes very quickly, like a flash of wind passing by without realizing it. When the sound of the wind stops, one slowly comes back to realize that it is already dusk.

Feng Qiexing slowly took a deep breath and said with a smile: "That's all for today, we'll continue tomorrow."

No matter how far away the people were standing, or whether they could see Feng Qiexing or not, they all expressed their gratitude. The forest and stone steps became lively again, but Feng Qiexing just floated away, regarding the compliments as floating clouds.

Xiao Mo felt that his consciousness had become much more stable. He turned his head and saw Yan Chun and Chu Xia still sitting upright, slowly closing their eyes. A faint flow of energy began to flow around their bodies.

Xiao Mo's eyes moved slightly: This is a sign of drawing qi into the body.

In sharp contrast to the other two was Mo Zhi. When Feng Qiexing's voice stopped, Mo Zhi fell directly to the ground, his limbs spread out, his eyes blank, the confusion in his heart seemed to be entangled in a mosquito coil. He murmured in pain: "What kind of nonsense is this..."

I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all!

Xiao Mo put his hand on his wrist and felt his aura. There was some progress, but not much. But it was still a gain in the end.

Xiao Mo advised: "There are more than one teacher who preaches Taoism. If you are not used to listening to this one, you can listen to the others to see if they are suitable for you."

Mo Zhi covered his ears and snored twice, feeling desperate: "But he will still give the lecture tomorrow. The sound is buzzing directly into my ears. I can't help but listen. Ah, it hurts!"

Xiao Mo patted his head and said, "Just bear with it."

Mo Zhisheng had nothing to love: "Ah——"

Chu Jinglan slowly opened his eyes. His dark eyes were deep and no expression could be seen. Everything was suppressed under the cold pond, which was bottomless.

He has always had an excellent sense of perception and comprehension. Feng Qiexing described the "Qi" in depth from his own perspective, and Chu Jinglan also gained new insights from it. The surrounding spiritual power quickly surged towards him and merged into his body.

The spiritual energy rushed through his meridians, which had not yet fully healed, and the pain was like a knife cutting, but Chu Jinglan endured it. Pain represented stagnation, and the process of clearing the meridians was extremely unbearable. The spiritual energy that was gentle to others was like an iron comb to him, combing through his meridians and flesh, inch by inch.

But he has to endure it, this is also a process of healing.

The spiritual power flowed through his meridians and reached his spiritual roots. After briefly filling his broken dantian, it quickly flowed out.

If someone else had that kind of helplessness and reluctance of watching the power slip away, unable to grasp it or recover it no matter what, they would have probably gotten a stitch in the side, become so angry that they would have fallen to the ground or vomited three liters of blood, and would have been unable to listen to the entire sermon.

But Chu Jinglan seemed to be watching what happened to someone else. He felt neither sad nor happy. He watched coldly as the spiritual power flowed out of his body, leaving only a broken dantian. After it was completely lost, he absorbed the spiritual power again, flushed his meridians with pain, and then watched them all disappear.

Round after round.

But he was not torturing himself. Instead, he used the pain to mold his meridians and train his perception in the fleeting spiritual energy.

No effort will be in vain, even if he can only grasp a little, he will not slack off.

Chu Jinglan had endured a sermon, his lips were bruised and bloodless, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, as if they had been washed out of the water.

A cleansing spell fell on him.

Then, two porcelain-white fingers pinched the medicine bottle and slowly placed the bottle on his knees, holding it firmly in place so that it would not fall.

...Even three-year-olds wouldn’t play like this.

Chu Jinglan raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Mo, who was much taller than the three-year-old child.

Xiao Mo obviously knew his physical condition, but he couldn't tell how he felt: "How is it?"

When Chu Jinglan spoke, his voice was a little hoarse: "It's okay."

His expression was not convincing, but Xiao Mo did not expose him: "Don't force yourself. If you can't bear it, take medicine. Now that you have money, you don't need to save money on this."

He had never saved money when he was short of money in the past. The elixirs he exchanged for points, Chu Jinglan still thought were secretly hidden by Xiao Mo from the Chu family.

Chu Jinglan took the small medicine bottle standing on his knees and drank up the medicine inside. At the same time, Yanchun and Chuxia held their breath and opened their eyes almost at the same time.

Introduction to Qi, the initial stage of Qi training.

The two children had pure eyes, they were extremely surprised and excited and didn't know what to say: "Master, Senior Brother, we did it--"

Mo Zhiwa cheered: "You succeeded!"

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Congratulations."

And give them pats on the head.

The children's faces flushed with excitement, and the pain in Chu Jinglan's meridians gradually subsided. He nodded to Yan Chun and Chu Xia as an affirmation.

Yanchun and Chuxia were more and more happy after receiving recognition from Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan.

I didn't expect that after studying for so long and listening to lectures by Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan, neither of them could get the hang of it. However, Feng Qiexing just gave me some inspiration and I was able to get into the Dao. Xiao Mo was deeply moved. It shows that the path of Daoism is indeed a matter of chance.

Neither Xiao Mo nor Chu Jinglan thought that there was anything wrong with their teaching level.

They explained it in such detail, how could there be any problem?

No one is perfect. The reason why those academic geniuses who can't teach lack self-awareness is that they lack a lot of self-awareness in this aspect.

*

Feng Qiexing talked about "Qi" for three days, and for the remaining seven days there was a different teacher each day. All of them were the best monks in the academy. Each of them had a different style of lecturing, and everyone gained something different.

Yanchun and Chuxia studied eagerly and enjoyed their studies very much. Finally, they didn't have to study on their own!

Mo Zhi only listened to one or two teachers talking, and felt dizzy for the rest of the time, as if he had returned to the days when he first learned calligraphy. The main thing was that he was hit on the head with a pen, and his head was no longer filled with ink, but only water.

In a learning environment, some people are eager to learn, while others are eager to compete for space.

The tenth day of lectures ended at noon. Yanchun and Chuxia were reluctant to leave, still immersed in the ocean of knowledge and savoring the experience. Mozhi was resurrected with blood and danced with excitement.

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan also had their own insights.

After the sermon, the teachers returned to the academy, and the disciples set up several stone tables on the stone steps and began to accept new disciples for the academy.

The requirements of the academy were not too harsh, but they were definitely not easy. Most of the independent practitioners were not suitable in terms of age. They packed up their things, went home, and walked down the mountain one after another.

The grand ceremony of preaching in the academy may bring great help to the spiritual practice of some people, or it may become a thing buried in the dust in their ordinary lives, leaving only the emotion when they recall it many years later.

The bustling forest began to return to its normal state.

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan brought their three children to line up at the place where students registered as disciples. All three were under ten years old and had their own special team. There were also other different registration places. For example, disciples of the Illusion Sword Sect only planned to practice for two years, so they had to be recorded separately.

Dai Zisheng entered the academy. Originally, Su Baimo's age and cultivation level also met the requirements, but Mu Jian said, "He has just established his foundation. It is better for him to consolidate his cultivation in the Huanjian Sect. It will be more convenient for him to use any resources."

Everyone thought that Su Baimo would be reluctant to part with Dai Zisheng and would hesitate for a while, but unexpectedly, this time, although his eyes still showed full reluctance, he opened his mouth directly and said obediently: "Okay, Brother Zisheng, I will wait for you to return after you finish your studies."

Not to mention Mu Jian, the other disciples were also stunned. Only Dai Zisheng felt that Su Baimo seemed to have returned to the time when they first met in the lower realm. At that time, Chu Jinglan was still there, and Su Baimo's behavior was smooth but reasonable.

To put it simply, she was a normal, comfortable person. After all, she was the white moonlight that had touched him briefly.

Instead, after entering the middle realm, Dai Zisheng would occasionally feel that something was uneasy and wrong.

Dai Zisheng was very happy that his savior finally recovered: "Okay, if you need anything, tell Senior Brother Mu, or use the communication jade token to contact me."

Su Baimo smiled: "Okay."

Xiao Mo, who had divided his spiritual consciousness to the Illusion Sword Sect and wanted to listen to whether there were any follow-up events related to the Chu family, blinked and turned his head, a little surprised: Has Su Baimo changed his personality?

No, not really.

Before he could observe Su Baimo's expression from a distance, Chu Jinglan's voice rang out: "What are you looking at?"

Xiao Mo immediately retracted his gaze: "Nothing."

Chu Jinglan didn't ask any further questions.

He just pretended to be casual and looked in the direction of Xiao Mo's sight.

There were a lot of people there, two teams, and coincidentally, the Phantom Sword Gate was also there.

Illusion Sword Gate... Could it be that Xiao Mo is watching Su Baimo again?

There was no evidence, but Chu Jinglan intuitively felt that he was probably right.

Once Su Baimo appeared nearby, Xiao Mo's attention would be easily diverted, and this concern was already quite significant.

So he became more careful.

After a while, it was their turn in the queue. The disciples of the academy tested the bone age, cultivation and spiritual roots of the three children and were somewhat surprised: "They have good qualifications."

The disciples asked as they wrote down their names and other information one by one. The last item was: "Are you a casual cultivator or a sect disciple?"

The three children had been the ones to answer the previous questions. They were about to answer the last question, but they heard Chu Jinglan say calmly, "Self-guided cultivator."

The three children were all stunned.

Yanchun opened his mouth, then closed it after observing the other party's expression; Chuxia turned her head quietly, with confusion in her eyes; Mozhi straightened his back and wanted to proudly introduce his family background, but when he heard the words, he rolled his eyes and was smart enough not to say a word.

The academy disciple didn't even raise his head, not noticing their different looks, and wrote down: "Casual cultivator, OK."

After registering the information, he handed the badges to the three people and said: "You will officially enter the academy in five days. Go back and rest up, say goodbye to your family, and then I will wait for you to report. Welcome, fellow junior brothers and sisters."

The three children took the wooden plaque. It was made of black wood with pine and cypress patterns carved on it, as well as simple self-defense runes. They didn't know how many times better it was than the small, broken wooden plaque at the Du'e Gate. However, none of the three children showed any joy. Instead, they were all worried.

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan took them back to Lin'an City. Along the way, the atmosphere was very strange.

To Yan Chun and the other two, they already understood that a casual cultivator was one who had no sect or school, whereas they three clearly belonged to a sect, and they even carefully kept the badges of the Du'e Sect.

Having a sect is like having a home. For those who originally had no home to return to, it was Chu Jinglan and Xiao Mo who gave them a home.

However, Chu Jinglan lied in front of the academy, saying that they were independent practitioners, and... only the three of them were going to enter the academy, and Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan were not registered.

The three children began to feel uneasy and did not dare to speak during the whole journey.

The group of five of them arrived in Lin'an City. Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan brought their three children to the rented courtyard. This was the first time for the three of them to be here.

The yard was not as big as the one in the lower world, but there were still rooms belonging to them. When they realized this, they relaxed a little.

Then in the hall, Chu Jinglan glanced at their uneasy expressions and said calmly, "It seems you have guessed something."

"That's right, Xiao Mo and I will not be entering the academy to practice, so you will have to work hard on your own in the academy."

Although I was prepared, when the facts came out of Chu Jinglan's mouth and became a foregone conclusion, the impact was very different.

Yanchun and Chuxia actually bent their knees and were about to kneel on the ground!

Xiao Mo immediately lifted them up with the black mist and stopped them from kneeling: "What are you doing?"

Yan Chun's eyes were red, and she trembled as she said, "I don't want to leave my master and my brothers. Please let us stay!"

Chu Xia couldn't hold back and burst into tears: "I want to stay, too. I won't leave!"

Mo Zhi was jumping up and down, his eyes were red, and he choked up and yelled, "That's right, I'm not leaving. Why are you forcing me to leave?"

"Hey, who said I'll take you away?" Xiao Mo pinched a small mist ball with a cleaning spell and floated it to Chu Xia's face to wipe away her tears. "Be good, don't cry, listen to what your master has to say, okay? You two don't rush to cry. Chu Jinglan——"

Chu Jinglan spoke slowly amidst Xiao Mo's coaxing words. His tone was not affected by the atmosphere at all. It was just what it was supposed to be.

"I told you when I chose you in the lower world that I wanted people who could help me in the future. Now, letting you enroll in Lin'an Academy is the first thing I will do."

Don't mention it, even though it sounds cold-hearted, but at this time, the calm tone can make people listen to it immediately.

Chu Xia turned her loud crying into soft sobs, fearing that she couldn't hear clearly what Jinglan said; Mo Zhi rubbed his eyes, sat down on the ground, waiting for him to speak; Yan Chun clenched her hands and stood up, looking at Chu Jinglan with hope.

"There is a teacher in Lin'an Academy named Liu Shao. He is the best medical practitioner in the Central Realm. It would be best if you could learn medicine from him. If not, you should also try your best to win his favor."

Chu Lan said in shock: "I need him to treat my injuries."

It is said that Liu Shao was a kind-hearted man in his early years, but later his temperament became strange and he was no longer willing to treat people easily. Although he is known as the best doctor in the middle world, it is difficult to ask him to treat you again unless someone close to him goes to find him.

Hearing that their master was injured, the three children were shocked. Chuxia could no longer care about crying and became flustered. Yanchun hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?"

Mo Zhi jumped up from the ground: "Where are you hurt? Who hurt you?!"

Good, it seems they are listening to what they say.

Chu Jinglan said calmly: "Nothing, but I want you to win his favor within two years. This is not an easy task. If..."

"Master." Yan Chun raised his hand to return the greeting and bowed deeply: "I will do my best to complete the task entrusted by the master."

Chu Xia wiped away her tears, imitated her brother's salute, and said crisply: "Me too!"

Mo Zhi: "And me, and me!"

Chu Jinglan looked at them and brushed away the unfinished words.

The three children standing in front of him demonstrated their determination through their actions, so he didn't need to say any more.

There is no need for any threats or intimidation, they will also be loyal to him. After all, they have the blood pact they planted, and... the warmth given by Xiao Mo.

Life, death and love are the things that can most bind people's hearts.

Xiao Mo wiped their tears and waved his hand for them to go to the room to rest first. He tilted his head to look at Chu Jinglan. Although Chu Jinglan didn't finish her words, Xiao Mo basically knew what they meant.

There's no way, who made him know Chu Jinglan so well.

Xiao Mo stood in front of him and tilted his head to look at him: "The kids will help. They are a lot less of a worry, right?"

Chu Jinglan: "Because you are very nice to them."

After returning to the house, the two took off their masks. Their expressions could be seen clearly. Xiao Mo raised his eyebrows: "You don't think you have no place in our interactions these days, do you?"

Chu Jinglan looked at him quietly.

"You can lie to others, but don't lie to yourself." Xiao Mo raised his hand and tapped Chu Jinglan's chest with his slender fingers. "Chu Jinglan, you are a person with seven emotions and six desires."

Xiao Mo said: "They not only think I'm good, but they also like you very much."

Chu Jinglan was calm and said, "I don't need any extra thoughts."

Xiao Mo withdrew his hand and took two steps slowly: "It's up to you, just keep talking tough, Senior Brother Chu."

However, Xiao Mo also understood why Yan Chun, Chu Xia and Mo Zhi only had the title of Lin'an Academy in the original novel.

Chu Jinglan allowed them to join the sect as casual cultivators, and later Chu Jinglan joined the Six Sects of Yunduan. He never really established a sect for Du'e Sect. As long as they didn't say anything, no one would know that they had a sect.

The Du'e Sect, which was founded in the lower realm, had only five members at the beginning. No one would care about it as it was drowned in the vast list. Originally, Chu Jinglan just came to the middle realm with a disciple card. The sect identity was just a tool. He had no intention of running a formal sect. Later, the Du'e Sect probably never recruited any disciples again.

Compared with such huge buildings as Lin'an Academy and the Six Sects of Yunduan, Du'e Gate is just an empty shell and means nothing.

But at least it gave the three children some warm dreams.

I wonder if the original novel had the same feeling of "home" as it does now.

"What a pity." Xiao Mo looked at his clothes fluttering down, "I quite like the name 'Du'e'."

Chu Jinglan came up with the name without thinking, and it seemed random, but Xiao Mo felt that the more he pronounced it, the better it sounded, and the meaning was good, too, and it had the style of a great sect.

Chu Jinglan's eyes moved slowly but he didn't answer.

But forget it, Chu Jinglan created a name for himself and established a sect, so the decision-making power is naturally in his hands. Xiao Mo doesn't need to worry about it. He turned around and said, "So if they enter the academy, what should we do?"

Chu Jinglan was a man of action. It was impossible for him to let only the three children go out to work while he and his wife waited for two years.

Sure enough, Chu Jinglan had planned everything in advance.

Chu Jinglan spoke without hesitation: "Go to Yushan Sect."

"We both want to join the Yushan Sect."