The first teaching of the new disciple of Izunagu was in Guanyun Pavilion, which is a pavilion located at the height of the cumulus clouds. It is famous for its ability to see the vast sea of ​​clouds.

At this time, nearly twenty disciples had sat in Guanyun Pavilion, all of whom were looking forward to the elders on the stage speaking.

This class is not a martial arts or a lecture on Taoism, but a knowledge class. Therefore, in addition to inner disciples, new outer disciples of the sect can also come to listen to the class.

The first time the new disciple taught the new disciple was an old man with a very handsome surname, Yuan. He had already become an elder in Izunagu.

Elder Yuan looked at the three empty cushions in front of him, with some confusion in his turbid eyes.

Usually, he would not postpone the start of his teaching because some disciples were late, but this time, three of them were late for only five inner disciples, which made him a little confused.

"Forget it, wait a little longer."

Elder Yuan said to himself in his heart, the next second, the bead curtain in the attic was blown up by a strong wind, and two figures rushed in.

To be precise, it was three, because there was still someone being held in his arms.

Liu Bo supported his knees and kept vomiting thick air, looking like he was kidney deficiency, while Ji Hu was covered in spring breeze and shouted: "Elder, I'm sorry I'm late, hahaha!"

Song Zhi struggled to break free from Ji Hu's arms and came to the ground. Looking back, he punched Ji Hu's waist, his face was blue and red.

But when she turned around and saw the disciples looking in this direction, Song Zhi didn't dare to do anything randomly. She glared at Ji Hu fiercely, turned her head away, wrapped her hands around her chest, and felt bitter in her heart.

I'm so annoying! I'm all late anyway, so it's better to walk up by yourself.

What do others think of me now!

Liu Bo hurriedly stood up straight and made a play on the stage, showing a look of fear and fear: "Disciple Liu Bo was late for no reason, please punish the elder!"

Elder Yuan glanced at the three of them, his eyes stopped on Song Zhi, and waved casually:

"Since you're here, just sit down and the teaching has begun."

Liu Bo quickly bowed and walked in front, while Song Zhi and Ji Hu followed honestly.

The disciples also looked at the eyes of Song Zhi, who was so beautiful as an exiled immortal, walked past them nakedly, leaving a faint fragrance.

Some male disciples even enviously when they looked at Ji Hu's back.

Song Zhi sat down by the window. The morning breeze blew his hair. He turned his head and looked out the distance. The sea of ​​clouds was everywhere. When he turned around, he saw the pavilion full of books.

At this moment, he finally began to accept this world, and the unreality of time travel gradually disappeared from his heart.

Elder Yuan sat upright, his eyes became majestic, and he spoke.

"What I am talking about today is the division of monks."

"It's the same whether you choose to become a demon-slaying master or join a large army to guard the national border."

Elder Yuan snapped his fingers and began to distribute wooden slips to the disciples present. Song Zhi took them with both hands and held them in the palm of his hand to observe.

The material on this wooden slip is a bit rotten and damaged, but it still emits a mellow wood fragrance. The material used must be the best wood, which shows that the wooden slip has been very old.

Opening the wooden slip, Elder Yuan's voice continued to come: "As Mu slip said, the level of monks is divided into as follows"

"Tianhu, the demon, the gods, the jade skeleton, the king of Ren, Chongyu."

"I believe that after baptism, you already know that when my disciples of my sect reach the realm of God Transformation, they must leave the sect to choose their own direction."

"Does anyone know why? Can you only get out of the mountain when you reach the realm of Transformation of God?"

Speaking of this, Elder Yuan suddenly asked a question.

A disciple immediately returned and said, "Is it because the realm of God Transformation will produce qualitative changes?"

Elder Yuan rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, which realm will not cause qualitative changes."

Seeing that no disciple dared to answer again, Elder Yuan sighed:

"Maybe it is because the inland of China has been protected too peacefully over the past century. Many people have never even seen monsters, so how can they talk about fighting monsters?"

"You are the first lesson for you to become a monk. I need to warn you: the monsters are cruel and cunning, which is far more terrifying than you think. For example, a little demon in the Demon Realm often needs several Demon Realm cultivators to deal with it."

"You will even be destroyed by the group. Do you understand? The reason why you are requesting the God Transformation Realm is because the God Transformation Realm is too weak! When fighting against high-level monsters, cannon fodder is not considered a waste of food."

After stopping, Elder Yuan looked at the solemn young girls in the audience and continued to speak: "The realm of God Transformation is only a level of help, so if you choose to practice, you must work harder because..."

"This is about whether you can save your life when a crisis comes, do you understand?"

There was silence, and Song Zhi quietly looked at everyone. Even the outer disciples who were unlikely to face the monster in the future would tremble all over at this time.

The inner disciples looked at each other with unpredictable nervousness on their faces.

When Elder Yuan saw everyone's reaction, he suddenly burst into laughter:

"But it's not all. Although monsters are terrible, our human cultivators naturally have extraordinary features. Many people who kill monsters in the same realm are there, and even the ones who kill ones beyond the level have not happened."

Elder Yuan touched his chin: "When you reach the realm of God Transformation, you can be enthroned by the first-grade Tianzi and second-grade Earth masters who are enthroned by the imperial court. Cultivators at this level are already able to perform the mission of killing demons alone."

"The first-rate masters are the targets that the court and major forces are competing to win over."

"So, you must practice well. Of course, what is more important than practice," Elder Yuan said earnestly.

"It's to live."

Song Zhi stretched out when he heard this. How dangerous is this world? Elder Li was shocked in front of him. Now he is an old man who is threatening a group of young boys.

Song Zhi touched his chest and smiled with relief.

Fortunately, I have a system, so I must see what this tattoo looks like when I go back today.

He didn't know that the Yuan Elder in the stands had been quietly observing his reaction, and was nodding in his heart at this moment.

"Is this kid the priest who is not surprised when it comes to changes? If he can cultivate it, he will be a good seedling."

"Okay, let's go to the next side and let's talk about 'fu'."

Swish, there was another sound of flipping books. Song Zhi also followed suit, but he was a little confused.

Isn’t there another state of mind that I haven’t mentioned? This old man is not confused, right?

"'Fu' is a power given to all things by God and the origin of disaster. Human beings' "Fu" is divided into two types."

"There are Yuanfus, which are mainly composed of earth, wind, water, fire, light, darkness and their branches."

"And the natural transformation of the priest, solidified in the realm of demon integration."

"The Zun Fu relies on blood inheritance and usually has higher potential than the Yuan Fu, but some branches of the Yuan Fu are also powerful, no less than the top Zun Fu."

"This kind of 'fu' is called a fu of gods."

When Elder Yuan thought of this, he raised his head and added:

"Half of the ten hunts today are gods. Taking Lord Yanshou as an example, his fu is the fire-type - Taishang Shenyan."

"One move can kill the demon."
Chapter completed!