Chapter 9 Penglai’s training policy is to cultivate all-round talents
There is nothing bad to say to a senior brother like this.
So Ruan Wei put down his bowl and chopsticks, and carefully explained to Xiao Xuantong the reason why he fainted, the purpose of the mark on his forehead, etc.
After a moment, Xiao Xuantong listened and only hummed, adding, "Then you can't go down the mountain."
"Neither can you."
His chopsticks trembled suspiciously, and then he added, "If that person really finds you, remember to send me a message."
"OK."
Ruan Wei generously accepted his senior brother's kindness.
After a while, she added, "Maybe I can enlighten him myself by then."
"Okay," Xiao Xuantong raised his eyelids to look at her and instructed, "Use the pink spirit sword."
“…”
"After I beat the pink one, I'll beat it again with the raven."
Ruan Wei thought for a moment and asked, "Should I ask the master to hit me again with the wooden sword?"
Xiao Xuantong did not respond to her.
Instead, he continued to concentrate on eating.
Ruan Wei thought that the topic had passed and she didn't think it was a big deal.
moment.
Xiao Xuantong's cold voice sounded, "I still have hope."
"Don't run into him."
"Not in this life."
He had a pair of phoenix eyes that everyone in the world thought were cold, and his pupils were light in color. When he looked at people with these eyes, it seemed as if no one in the world was in his sight. He also learned some of the tolerance of the world from his master.
Xiao Xuantong looked at Ruan Wei very seriously. He was just imagining what Ruan Wei would look like when he met that man. No matter whether he won or lost in the end, it would always be unpleasant.
These words came out of the mouth of this expressionless senior brother very plainly.
It's so peaceful.
Ruan Wei couldn't help but think of Xiao Xuantong's ending again.
"You shouldn't run into it either."
Ruan Wei said.
That bird.
She just hoped that she would never meet Xiao Xuantong again or save him in this life.
The girl's voice was too soft and floated by so softly that it was hard to hear clearly.
Xiao Xuantong didn't hear clearly, but he responded, "Okay."
When he first saw this junior sister yesterday, he felt strange.
Ruan Wei is so outstanding in appearance and so talented that she learned the opening moves without any teacher this morning when she first learned sword skills. Her master also praised her for having the appearance of a Penglai swordsman.
But why.
When he first saw her eyes flashing with mist, Xiao Xuantong felt his heart palpitating.
And then.
Xiao Xuantong only felt that she was fragile.
It seemed as if he was small and weak, unable to hold the sword. During his morning exercises, he was blown away by the wind, like a girl under the immortal's seat, who would be blown away by the wind at any time.
Think of this red mole again.
It's not that he doesn't know how smart his junior sister is, but he still feels inexplicably distressed.
It seemed as if he had seen Ruan Wei's miserable appearance in his past life or present life, which made his senior brother feel pity for him.
…
In the afternoon, Ruan Wei was dragged by the eldest brother to pay homage to him again.
"Poetry, geography, logic, music theory, numerology, herbal medicine, talismans..."
The library was enormous, with a room that stretched as far as the eye could see once you entered, filled with row after row of bookshelves. This was the first floor, filled with all the fundamental knowledge of the world's great ways.
Ruan Wei looked at Chao Jian, a look of bewilderment in his eyes, "Second Uncle-Master... do I have to learn all of it?"
In the distance, Xiao Xuantong, who was sitting on the floor in front of a bookshelf, had already opened his last progress. The end-of-year test was not far away, and he had been in seclusion this year to build his foundation, so he had less time to review his studies.
"Of course," Chao Jian pulled out the first book from the first bookshelf and said gently, "It never hurts to learn more."
"Set a small goal and strive to reach the second level in three years."
Oh my God!
It almost makes people feel dizzy.
I thought sword cultivators didn’t need to study, but who knew Penglai’s training policy was to cultivate all-round talents.
After hesitating for a while, Ruan Wei finally took the book.
Tears streamed down my face.
It seems like I'm back to the dreaded final exam week in school.
When meeting him, he asked, "Have you ever been enlightened at home?"
"My father once hired a famous teacher to teach my brother and me." Ruan Wei replied.
Upon hearing this, Chao Jian was quite satisfied. It was okay as long as the child was a little small and could read.
Like Xiao Xuantong, he also started learning from the age of three and has been teaching him until now.
"Let's begin. Let's start with poetry and books. I'll lecture and you'll listen."
Chao Jian put the whisk in his hand aside and did not use the book.
Ruan Wei held the book and read along.
"The Tao can be spoken of, but it is not the constant Tao. The name can be named, but it is not the constant name. The nameless is the beginning of all things; the named is the mother of all things... You can understand this as the Tao that can be spoken of is no longer an ordinary path..."
Ruan Wei is a smart person.
Smart people never find learning too difficult.
Some of the mnemonics used in the modern world seem to be more applicable in the world of cultivation.
After listening to the first book, Ruan Wei didn't even need to spend any energy to remember it. In addition to her proper learning method, it was also due to the vastness of her sea of knowledge.
Although I couldn't memorize it as completely as I did during the audience, I had already mastered it.
Of course, the audience speech was also very good.
He is knowledgeable and has a good memory. Ruan Wei's thoughts often jump around and he has certain opinions of his own. Therefore, the questions he asks are not as conventional as Xiao Xuantong's. He often asks divergent questions based on his own situation.
But Chao Jian was still able to quickly answer her by referring to the classics.
Ruan Wei is good at studying.
She is more calm than Xiao Xuantong.
When Xiao Xuantong was her age, he would spend half an hour distracted.
Chao Jian nodded in satisfaction.
It is easy to teach such students.
Suddenly, the bell rang.
"Let's stop here, Ruan Wei, and submit your insights tomorrow. Xuantong, draw three low-grade talismans."
When Chao Jian stood up, the whisk automatically returned to his arm.
"call--"
Ruan Wei let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, they were clear. Listening to the sutra seemed easier than she had imagined, especially now. She didn't even need to memorize it. She just closed her eyes and recalled the sutra she had just learned.
"Let's go, there's also Third Uncle."
Xiao Xuantong came over to see Ruan Wei, carrying two books as thick as bricks.
The girl sat in the middle of the pile of books, her face as beautiful as a peach or plum. When she turned sideways and looked over at me, her eyes were clear and imbued with knowledge.
"Okay, let's go." Ruan Wei also followed Xiao Xuantong's example to organize the books. He stacked up all the books that had just been explained to him in the court and put them into a mustard bag.
Seeing how many books she had packed at once, Xiao Xuantong's face finally twitched twice, "Second Uncle-Master has told you so much in this afternoon?"
"Well," Ruan Wei nodded, "Master said that you can't chew too much, so that's all I have to say today."
"Have you remembered everything?"
Xiao Xuantong held the two books tightly in his hands.
What's so difficult about this?
"I've got it, it's not much." Ruan Wei said, and then urged, "Brother, hurry up, let's go."
Xiao Xuantong took a deep breath and didn't speak for a long time.
hateful.
I hate you smart people.
His audiences were never aimless. After each lecture, he would ask questions, confirming that his students had thoroughly grasped the material before moving on to the next. He had lectured Ruan Wei on a whole heap of material in one afternoon. Did that mean Ruan Wei had truly memorized all of it in one afternoon?!
I recalled the painful memories of being constantly reworked.
Xiao Xuantong rarely showed an expression that looked like he was crying but not crying.
Ruan Wei, who wanted to turn back and urge him, was facing the resentment of his senior brother.
Forehead……
Ruan Wei turned his head quickly.
I didn’t see anything, I didn’t see anything, Daozu, I didn’t see anything, please bless me, bless me, bless me…
The two of them walked to Cui Yanjun's courtyard.
Following Cui Yanjun to sort herbs, he learned some medical knowledge and also followed his senior brother to the spring in the back mountain to fill up the spiritual spring water for Cui Yanjun.
I don’t know if it was Feng Wuya’s bad taste, but the bucket that Ruan Wei used to fetch water was a small bucket similar to the ones children use to dig sand in the real world.
Pink.
Cui Yanjun looked at the pink bucket and shook his head.
——
When he returned to his own courtyard, Ruan Wei finally relaxed for a moment after being tense all day.
She rubbed the purple bruises on her knees from falling during morning exercises, as well as the various abrasions on her knuckles. Ruan Wei applied medicine herself with a hissing sound, and after applying the medicine, she took out a stack of books and started writing furiously.
A fulfilling day.
Suddenly remembering something, Ruan Wei, who was meditating, suddenly flipped through the mustard seed bag.
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