Fairyland, big problem

Mujia, the conference hall.

In Wen Jiu's view, the spatial layout is a bit like an ancient martial arts gym.

Entering the door, there is an empty area the size of a badminton court in front of you, and then leaning forward against the opposite wall, there is a grand master chair with an all-wood table.

There are only a few tables and chairs on both sides of the vacated area for the clansmen to sit.

The higher the status in the front row, the most senior are brothers and sisters of the same age as the old Patriarch, so-called elders.

In the future, some of Mu Yi'an's peers, that is, Mu Fengshuang's parents' generation.

Then there is the younger generation, the clan is at the front, and the clan is at the back.

Submissive people like Wen Jiu stood in a row by the door...

stand!

standing!

It was completely different from the imagined school where everyone attended classes together. Wen Jiu played a role similar to that of a high-end hotel waiter, standing against the wall with other entourage.

Quite enough, 3 hours in the morning and 3 hours in the afternoon, standing for 3 days in a row.

Those who don't know think it's freshmen's military training.

However, thinking of the fee of 20,000b a day, Wen Jiu felt that he could stand until Mu's house went bankrupt.

Turn on the pumice stone, the body weight is halved, and the burden is greatly relieved.

Standing in a row with Wen Jiu are all cronies of the Mu family, all of them are so dark-stricken, their eyes are full of desire to gain spiritual experience, and they don't even consider the problem of standing for too long and numb legs.

A muffled music sounded, a bit like a trumpet.

The long horn that was blown before the war had no rhythm, so he held his breath and blew it to the end boldly and boldly.

The wooden door of the back hall was opened, and the old man with a red face was dressed plainly, and his gestures and gestures were full of vigor, making people unable to move away from looking up.

The majesty of the day-level dark fighter does not have the suffocating feeling of black clouds overwhelming, but deep and vast, ethereal at first glance, but heavy in detail.

"Welcome to the master."

The clansmen who had been sitting quietly stood up, bowed their hands, and Wen Jiu bowed along with the other followers around him.

"Hahaha, don't be too polite."

The old Patriarch's voice was calm and resonant, somewhat similar to the previous horn's timbre.

"Today, the old man is here to explain the experience and insights of the eight-month retreat. I hope that the clansmen can understand it and go further on the road of practice."

"yes!"

Without a lot of long empty words, without too much common etiquette, the old Patriarch greeted everyone, sat on the chair of the Grand Master, and cut straight to the point.

The old Patriarch doesn't have a beautiful dream image... After all, it's not so easy to see the pure heart.

Even if one really likes something, it is still difficult for people with deep city background to see through it.

It was a pain for Wen Jiu. The practice method mentioned by the old Patriarch has long been out of the basics, and the first day of class is to look at how star ranks and how to condense spiritual power from the perspective of other ranks.

Can't understand at all, drowsy, and can't reach a dream business with the old owner.

Fortunately, there is also Dream Paradise, where I play games secretly.

The steel armored crow brought the young blue jay to visit, the blue jay is a female...

"Are you in love?"

[Really, the director, I haven't reached that point yet. 】

The steel armored crow put on a serious look, and the female blue jay beside her blushed, and put an orange fruit on the ticket counter.

A large group of mountain rats lined up to enter Dreamland with their round bodies. They feel like rattan beds, and they can curl up into a ball in an instant when they are in danger.

[Hey——]

With Qiqi's scream, many little carrot-shaped elves fell from the sky.

They are shuttlecock grass.

It is analogous to a kind of fruit radish in reality, also called cherry radish, which is round and covered with jagged radish leaves.

Shuttlecock grass is very light and will be blown away by the wind, so it works hard to take root in the ground.

When encountering windy weather, the Shunzicao stay together in groups to avoid being blown away.

If there is really a strong wind, it will be like what Wen Jiu saw now, with twenty or thirty shuttlecock grasses blowing together,

Crackling and rolling all over the ground.

"Quick, help me pick it up!"

Mobilize the rats all over the ground, everyone got busy, a lot of round jumbo balls outside the gate of Dream Paradise tried to catch the round red balls, and they rolled around.

Those who didn't know thought that the welfare lottery was opened today.

For the whole morning, Wen Jiu was only focused on chatting with the rolling squirrels and scorpion grasses in Dreamland, completely ignorant of what the old Patriarch was talking about.

After trying to listen to it for five minutes, the hypnotic effect is too strong, comparable to Xiangwei's singing.

It is expected to end at 11 o'clock, and the old master did not delay the class.

"Today's forum has come to an end."

Wen Jiu's mentality is like a college student who is full of classes and can't wait to go straight to the cafeteria to cook.

But the others were fascinated, and it was only after Jiu Jiu realized that the applause was followed by neat etiquette.

After teaching for a whole morning, the old Patriarch was still in high spirits, and his figure disappeared in the back hall as if there was a storm at the start.

At this point, the clansmen evacuated in an orderly manner according to their status.

Before going out, feeling Mu Fengshuang's expectant gaze, Wen Jiu shook his head in response, expressing his helplessness.

Mu Fengshuang knew in his heart that his grandfather could be called the top expert in the world, how could it be so easy for outsiders to comprehend the samadhi.

The situation in the afternoon was similar. The old Patriarch spoke turbulently on the stage, and the audience in the audience were mesmerized.

The only difference is that some low-ranking dark fighters can't understand or keep up, and their eyes are full of confusion and regret for being too weak.

The next morning, at least half of the members could not understand.

Mu Fengshuang, who was taking notes in the front row, paused with her hands, thinking about how to write. You know, she wrote notes yesterday with ease.

When "get out of class is over", Mu Fengshuang outside specially stopped, and she could see the tiredness in her eyes.

It was really embarrassing for her to convert the content of the old Patriarch's narration into written records on the spot with a low level of practice.

Wen Jiu was a little puzzled. Mu Fengshuang was the granddaughter of the head of the old family, and the family atmosphere was okay. It was not a problem to listen to an in-depth explanation. Why did he force himself to record it on the spot?

However, being entrusted by someone now, she must first hear the reason why she stopped and waited.

"Mr. Wen."

In the small garden outside the conference hall, Mu Fengshuang, who felt the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor, tightened his fluffy vest.

"No progress?"

"It's hard."

To be honest, everyone could understand what the old Patriarch said on the morning of the first day, and Wen Jiu could occasionally hear a few words, but by the afternoon it was clouded.

To this day, I can only understand every word, but I can't understand sentences.

For example, in English, you only memorize words and do not look at grammar and reading. During the test, you can see all the words you know, and you can't understand the meaning when you put them together.

It’s also like a layman reading a paper. There is a truth, he knows all the words, and he is confused after reading it.

Mu Fengshuang's eyes were gloomy, "Understood, in this state, it is impossible to conduct psychological analysis."

Outsiders understand Wen Jiu as a disciple who knows how to look at each other, but it's a pity that the old Patriarch is too far away from ordinary people. As the course progresses, the gap with everyone gradually widens. It is really difficult to see through the level of metaphysics.

"Fengshuang."

Saying who will come, Mu Fengshuang's thick and vicissitudes of voice cheered up, and the old Patriarch, who was dressed in plain clothes, walked over with a kind face...