Chapter Forty-Five: Taking A Detour To Attend A Small Class

  Dean Ku stepped down from the podium, and his previous stern expression was gone, restored to his usual smiling face. Liang Shan hurriedly walked forward in big strides, not daring to block the way, and bowed sideways, saying: "Disciple Liang Shanbo pays respects to the Dean."

  "Oh, what's up?"

  "The disciple has not heard his own name."

  "You still don't get it, didn't you hear that means no master has chosen you."

  Liáng Shān's head "buzzed" for a moment, originally thought that taking out the "daughter-in-law signboard" in the Holy Sword Hall could "borrow the prestige of the tiger", but unexpectedly it still didn't work.

  "Why?" Liang Shan's face turned pale.

  The Dean's face fell and he turned away with a flick of his sleeve.

  Someone behind Liangshan couldn't help but laugh and say "he deserved it!"

  Taotao Qiurong walked up to Liangshan and said: "Brother Liang, don't be discouraged, I'll ask for you."

  Although there was no master to lead him, Liangshan still enjoyed the basic treatment of an outer door disciple, and he received a set of Fowu Boxing and a set of Zixia Secret in the Cangjing Pavilion.

  The quadrangle of Liangshan, Ma Wencai lived in the wing room near the gate.

  Every day at dawn, Ma Wencai gets up to sweep the courtyard. At this time, Liangshan is practicing Fowuquan under the Osmanthus tree in the yard.

  Liáng Shān practiced for only one hour in the morning and evening, far less diligent than others. The Purple Mist Technique Liáng Shān had also cultivated, but it only added some purple energy to his body, most of the time he was still cultivating the "White Bone Classic", and most of his daytime was spent on miscellaneous studies.

  Ma Wenzai secretly recorded these every day and regularly reported to Jin Lao.

  What is called miscellaneous learning is not a regular course of study, but rather a small class set up by each teacher. In Liangshan's view, it has a flavor similar to that of university elective courses.

  Cultivation emphasizes one door and profound entry, with no distractions in the mind. However, such people are rare, with only one appearing among millions. Therefore, taking a break midway through cultivation and using minor skills can also bring joy and comfort to the emotions.

  Quzi Cai, the president of the academy, taught a course on "Chu Ci". He was particularly fond of "Shan Gui" from "Jiu Ge", and would recite it every time he lectured. When he was in high spirits, he would even call upon two or three beautiful and elegant female servants to dance beside him.

  "If someone is on the mountain's slope, wearing a creeper vine as a girdle and a lady's purse as a pendant. With a subtle glance and a gentle smile, you yearn for me with a lovely demeanor..."

  The upper school was in a small room, the door opened and about ten people sat down. It was just a wooden floor with bamboo mats, everyone had one, no higher or lower than others. It was like a lecture but more like a discussion, similar to literary salons of later generations.

  Sometimes, Director Qu would get annoyed at the temporary "artistic" performances of the female extras and interrupt in a huff: "What's the point of just looking sideways? The flavor is all gone! You need to have body, hands, eyes, and intention all together!" As he spoke, Director Qu demonstrated corrections, his speech still slightly effeminate, with a lot of charm and flair.

  "Confucians should die! Confucians should die!" Principal Qu often made such shocking and unconventional remarks, "A good Book of Songs has to be turned into a moral article, humph! 'The modest and virtuous maiden, the gentleman delights in her' is just about the young master liking the spring maiden, what nonsense about the king delighting in virtuous scholars!"

  Liáng Shān then gave a big round of applause.

  A chess doctor teaches a lesson on "The Art of Chess", starting with the words: "Although the way of chess is a small way, yet this small way can also lead to a great way."

  Those who attend miscellaneous classes are all old students of the outer sect. Some of them have been practicing hard for a period of time and then take a short break to listen to miscellaneous classes, while most of them have no hope of advancing and indulge in the pleasure of the moment. Among this batch of new students, there is not one who does not work hard to practice, and Liangshan is the only exception.

  It's inevitable to be pointed out by seniors while teaching on Liangshan, but he doesn't mind at all.

  One day, Liangshan proudly presented his "invention" of a chess set to the Chess Master, but the master angrily said: "Chess is only about black and white! Get out!" Liangshan was so scared that he peed in his pants. This little incident quickly became a joke among the new disciples.

  The old man only opened a "Music" class, but there was no course outline at all. The number of disciples had nothing to do with him, and even if none came, he would be content.

  The first day Liangshan went there was just him. The old man looked at him coldly, like a sharp string slicing across Liangshan's body, "Why have you come?"

  Liangshan opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but Yun Changlao ignored him and began playing the guqin. Liangshan immediately understood what Yun Changlao was asking.

  Music is the beauty of harmony, melody, rhythm, and dynamics, but without these, it's like being in a silent horror movie, to put it bluntly, it scares you to death.

  Piercing, frantic, no one wants to listen. At first, Liangshan's five senses were all shifted, his throat was smoking, and he was about to float away. Later, he slowly adapted, suddenly feeling that the most chaotic place is also the most harmonious, and couldn't help but sigh, "The old man is indeed a music master."

  With the lesson of Chess Doctor, Liangshan also dared not to show off, every time he came to listen honestly and left honestly. Master Yun didn't ask or question anything.

  These horses are all in sight.

  Ma Wencai, apart from monitoring Liangshan every day, did not forget to practice the kung fu taught by his master. Although he couldn't compare with authentic outer door disciples, tempering his muscles and bones was a must.

  Every year, there is a competition among the miscellaneous disciples. The first place winner advances to become an outer door disciple. It's very difficult, but Ma Wencai must achieve it. In the future, being able to trample Liangshan under his feet is Ma Wencai's greatest motivation. For this, no matter how much suffering he has to endure, it's worth it.

  Although Liangshan is an outer door disciple, he was also one of the earliest to advance to the foundation period, but that's all, no master led him in, a lifetime wandering outside the door, and I believe he will be surpassed by others soon.

  The Holy Son comes out to suppress Liangshan, this is where Ma Wencai can make his move.

  However, no one knows that this seemingly abandoned and self-abandoned life is actually a great love of Liangshan's. It's elegant, artistic, with tea but no coffee, making body and mind happy. More importantly, the progress of Liangshan's nighttime "Baigu Jing" cultivation is surprisingly rapid, as if it won't take long to reach the foundation stage. Everyone thinks Liangshan's future is dark, but in fact, it's bright. So Liangshan is secretly pleased with himself.

  Liáng Shān isn't Liáng Shān Bó, in his past life he was a self-aware faction, doing whatever feels comfortable, thinking that the path of cultivation is always awkward and must be wrong. If the high-level intelligent people of Shèng Jiàn Táng knew about Liáng Shān's thoughts, they would definitely be shocked, this is a naturally wise person.

  The cultivation of "Baigu Jing" is extremely difficult to encounter, with a strong and fierce aura. The greatest advantage of "Baigu Jing" compared to any other method in this world is that it has the least amount of heart demons. However, having the least does not mean completely none, and such prolonged practice can lead to physical and mental exhaustion, making one easily want to abandon the world. In simpler terms, it's very easy to lose the will to live, seeing a river makes you want to jump in, and seeing a crooked tree makes you want to hang yourself...

  In this world, whether it's ordinary people or golden elixirs and even higher cultivators, they can't live as long as heaven and earth, and will eventually die and become corpses. The difference is just the shelf life, but in the end, they will rot and be infested with maggots, unbearable to look at.

  At night, Liangshan cultivates his mind, abandoning the false and seeking the true, gradually entering a state of stillness; during the day, he listens to miscellaneous studies, encompassing poetry, literature, music, and chess. His heart is once again lively and vigorous, as if his body has been abandoned but his spirit remains alive. In a daze, he unknowingly harmonizes with the Tao, thus although it seems like he is not diligent, he makes rapid progress.

  Liáng Shān saw his own rapid progress and solid foundation, although without a master's guidance, he thought to himself that this way of doing things probably wouldn't be wrong.

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