Chapter VII The First Lesson

　　Lu Shi walked up and knocked on the table. 　　The gray-robed man woke up, rubbed his glazed eyes, looked at the fact that it was Master Lu, and was very happy, but when he saw the wet mud on his front lapel and shoes, he was shocked. 　　"Master Lu, what happened?" 　　Just like after a child learns to walk, they would never think of crawling again, who would still want to walk for a cultivator who learns to fly with a sword? 　　Master Lu said, "Just want to be more careful, otherwise what if those three sides know the news and come over to rob people?" 　　The gray-robed man said, "They are all fellow disciples, not so much." 　　Lu Shi said, "Then what if another sect comes to snatch someone?" 　　The gray-robed man laughed, "That's a great exaggeration, senior brother, I'd like to see what kind of genius you've foraged for that you're so nervous." 　　Master Lu gestured for Jing Jiu and Liu Shiyou to come forward and said, "This is my sect's South Gate Logging Immortal Master Ming Guoxing, before you enter the inner gate, you shall call yourselves Senior Uncle." 　　Liu Shiyou hurriedly shouted, "Senior Uncle Ming." 　　When Master Lu saw Jing Jiu, he was stunned before he snapped out of it and sighed in admiration, "What a beautiful doll carved out of ice and jade, Senior Brother Lu you really had an extraordinary encounter this day." 　　"Whether it's an empty skin or not is another story, I picked the small one." 　　Master Lu sighed and didn't avoid Jing Jiu when he spoke. 　　After traveling for just three days, his perception of Jing Jiu was getting worse and worse, and he even regretted it a little. 　　He had never seen such a lazy person. 　　Of course, what really upset him was the fact that Liu Shiyou, the genius in his eyes, was being made to feel that way by someone else. 　　That Master Ming looked at Liu Shiyou as he was told, only to see that child's breath was fresh and his eyes were smooth, he couldn't help but nod his head, thinking that it was indeed not bad. 　　When he used his sword sense to take a look, he couldn't help but be shocked, so nervous that his voice trembled. 　　"Natural born dao seed?!" 　　Lu Shi said with a smile, "Not bad." 　　Ming Guoxing shouted anxiously, "Then what are you waiting for, hurry and come in!" 　　Lu Shi led Jing Jiu and Liu Xiu into the stone door. 　　Ming Guoxing lightly stroked his chest and smiled at him, finally relieved. 　　After entering the mountain gate, one was a disciple of the Castle Peak Sect, and no one would be able to snatch them away again. 　　Not to mention those cultivation sects, it was useless for people to come from Chaoge City, even the Fountainhead Forest and the Rolling Curtain Man didn't dare to take a step into this place. 　　For countless years, who dared to act recklessly in the Green Mountain Sect? 　　Ming Guoxing picked up his brush, dipped it in the ink stone, spread out the pages, looked at Liu Shiyou and asked, "Name?" 　　Liu Shishou was a little nervous and answered, "Liu Shishou." 　　Ming Guoxing was slightly stunned and said, "Name, not age." 　　Liu Tenth Age opened his eyes wide and said, "I'll call this name, can't I?" 　　He wasn't satisfied with this name in the beginning, but now he had long gotten used to it and even liked it a little. 　　"Don't say ten years old, you can call it Hail even if you want to." 　　Ming Guoxing said with a smile on his brow. 　　When he finished registering the information of ten-year-old Liu, he looked at Jing Jiu and asked, "What about you?" 　　Although he had been mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but squint his eyes and tsked twice in his heart as he looked at that uncharacteristically beautiful face. 　　"Jing Jiu, a native of Chaoge." 　　The teenager looked at a lonely peak in the distance and casually replied. 　　Ming Guoxing was in the midst of his excitement and didn't care about his rudeness, and even warmly exhorted him for a few moments before turning to look at Liu Shixue, ready to exchange some words with this natural born dao species. 　　Unexpectedly, Liu Shixue didn't even look at him and walked towards the mountain gate, because Jing Jiu had already moved. 　　On the mountain path, the white-clothed teenager was walking first, and the little boy carrying his luggage was walking behind him. 　　Looking at this image, Ming Xingguo was surprised and said, "What is this situation?" 　　"They are master and servant." 　　Lu Shi frowned as he thought about what Father Liu had said to him that night. 　　"A natural born Dao Seed is actually with a human servant?" Ming Xingguo was incomparably shocked, looking at Lu Shi, he said, "No matter what kind of relationship they used to have, but once they enter the mountain gate, mortal matters will no longer have any significance, could it be that you didn't say that to them?" 　　Lu Shi was a little helpless, on the first day he made this matter clear, Jing Jiu didn't say anything, but Liu Xiu couldn't listen to what he said. 　　...... 　　...... 　　The clouds dispersed early, but the wind carried enough humidity, the mountain path is also very gentle, walking between them, quite pleasant. 　　Liu Shixue surveyed the surrounding cliff peaks, his little face was full of curiosity, his mood was nervous and excited. 　　Perhaps influenced by him, or invoking memories from even longer ago, Jing Jiu's eyes lingered on the surrounding scenery for a little longer. 　　With such emotions, he soon walked out of the mountain road for more than ten miles, and came to a piece of cliff padding halfway up the mountain. 　　The cliffs were filled with large trees, and dozens of grass huts were scattered in between. 　　Clouds and mist rise again, the grass huts are hidden, look carefully, you can see that each grass hut is separated by a courtyard wall. 　　Came to the cliff apron between, divided into more and more, Liu Shixue do not know how to walk, looked at the well nine. 　　Behind the cliff there is the sound of water, clear ringing pleasant to the ear, should be the road spring, and there is a musical sound gradually rise, and the sound of water, more ethereal. 　　Jing Jiu lifted his steps toward that place, Liu Shixue hurriedly followed. 　　Transporting the sound, the two of them walked through the green trees and saw a building vaguely in the fog. 　　The sunlight suddenly fell, dispersing the fog, the real appearance of the building was revealed, it was a black eaves and green walls of the building, rather solemn. 　　This was the Sword Hall of the Green Mountain Sect's Southern Pine Pavilion, where new disciples of the sect had to live and study for a long time. 　　Dozens of teenagers and young girls stood on the flat ground in front of the Sword Hall, all wearing the same style of green clothing. 　　Master Lu stood on the stone steps and said, "Just waiting for the two of you, hurry up and enter the ranks." 　　Ten Liu was surprised and asked Jing Jiu, "My lord, how did the Immortal Master get here? We didn't see him overtake us on the road." 　　After entering the mountain gate, no longer worrying about other sects coming to snatch disciples after exposing their traces, Master Lu only needed to harness his flying sword, and he could come here in a moment's time. 　　While Jing Jiu understood this, Ten Liu was completely unable to think of it. 　　Listening to Master Lu's words, dozens of disciples turned to look towards the two of them in Jing Jiu, their faces filled with curiosity. 　　An atmosphere of "finally here" filled the front of the Sword Hall. 　　These disciples had come from all over the continent and had been at the Southern Pine Pavilion for quite some time, but had not been allowed to be taught Immortal Laws and Sword Techniques, so they had been waiting with some anxiety for a long time. 　　It was heard that the reason for this was that the Teaching Immortal Master was waiting for a disciple. 　　For a disciple to have so many people waiting and wasting time, it is natural to know that the Immortal Master holds him in very high regard. 　　All of these disciples were chosen by the Green Mountain Sect Immortal Master himself, confident that they would be able to step onto the Heavenly Path, and faced with this situation, they were naturally very curious about that new disciple, while inevitably having some resistance to the mentality. 　　All of them were outer disciples who had just entered Castle Peak, they were unable to detect Liu Ten's talent through their sword sense, and their sights naturally fell on Jing Jiu in front of them. 　　A low, uncontrolled exclamation of surprise rang out in the crowd before turning into excited murmurs that buzzed like the sound of a swarm of bees. 　　"Why is this person so good looking?" 　　"How was that face born?" 　　"The aura is also self-evident, it can't be said that he's a noble son from Chaoge." 　　Especially those female disciples, looking at that handsome face, for some reason felt some facial heat, turned away, raised their hands and gently fanned on their cheeks. 　　A male disciple suddenly said, "Don't you guys think his ears are weird?" 　　The crowd sniffed and looked, only to realize that the white clothed teenager actually had a pair of beckoning ears, and looked at ...... 　　"So cute." 　　A young girl said as she looked at Jing Jiu infatuatedly. 　　Lu Shi coughed twice. 　　The teenagers who were willing to enter the mountain to cultivate the Dao were naturally bent on the Dao, and when they were reminded by their master, they quietly kept their minds on the Dao, no longer sizing up Jing Jiu or talking about it. 　　It became very quiet in front of the sword hall. 　　Under the reminder of Master Lu's gaze, Jing Jiu and Liu Shiyou walked to the back of the group and stood. 　　"Here is the introductory mantra, you should study it." 　　Master Lu lightly waved his sleeve, and dozens of thin books flew out from the sword hall, spreading out like falling leaves and landing very accurately in each disciple's hand. 　　This image was truly amazing, and both Liu Xiu and those young disciples were well and truly in awe. 　　"There are many cultivators in the world, each sect has different techniques, the realms are divided differently, and there is no difference in essence, what you are going to learn now is the Beginning Realm Dharma." 　　Master Lu signaled the disciples to turn over the thin book and said, "My Green Mountain Sect's Way is as simple as it gets, and the Beginning Realm is only divided into two stages, one for having a ritual." 　　Finally hearing the real cultivation method, the young disciples' expressions became incredibly serious, their sights looking at the written notations on the thin book, and they would not miss the master teacher's every word. 　　"What is the meaning of having rituals? The South China Taoist Collection has a cloud: the form and body protects the spirit, and each has its own etiquette, which is called nature." 　　"What you need to do is to become skilled in the introductory gong methods, strengthen your body, refine your will, and correct your posture, so that you can achieve the two, and have your own always." 　　"From the outside and back to the inside, when the Yi realm is complete, only then will the Dao Seed in your bodies be stable enough to survive the chaos of the Big Dipper, thrive and grow, and enter the second realm of Holding God." 　　When they heard this, some of the disciples raised their heads, a look of hope and yearning on their faces. 　　"What is Clasping God? The Soprano Chronicle has a saying: if you hold God in order to be quiet, your form will be self-correcting." 　　"This stage can be said to be an extension of the Arigatou realm, and can also be said to be the first leap of the cultivator, because at this stage, the cultivator's will will become incredibly strong, naturally sensing the aura in the heavens and earth, the dao seed grows, the meridians grow and grow, and can draw in the aura of the heavens and earth and transform it into true essence, which is to use the spirit of the heavens to nourish the spirit of the people until the spirit sea fills, and then it can be said that the realm is is initially complete, as for how to count it as complete, that depends on your sword guts ......" 　　Master Lu's voice wasn't loud, but it fell clearly in every disciple's ears. 　　The sun had already risen to the middle of the sky, the clouds had long since cleared, the light was blazing, and it was quite hot. 　　However, none of the disciples cried out about the heat, listening to the Immortal Master's teaching with incomparable concentration, even as if they couldn't feel it. 　　A young disciple from Le Long County, while being mesmerized by the realms that the Immortal Master was talking about, suddenly heard some murmurs around him. 　　He turned his head to look and couldn't help but freeze when he saw a scene. 　　Ten Liu was pouring tea for Jing Jiu to drink. 　　The tea poured from the pot had long since cooled down, not spilling any hot mist. 　　But the sound of the tea falling into the cup was still as clear as spring water. 　　Jing Jiu took the cup of tea and drank it, handing it back. 　　Liu Shishou put away the teapot and the cup, and took out a round fan from the package, and began to fan Jing Jiu. 　　The sound of the wind brought up by the round fan was very clear in front of the quiet sword hall.