A light spot was on the mountainside, where the bluestone was. A spot of light on the road from Xiayan Village to Mengcheng is Benma Stone. A spot of light in the ancestral hall is the statue of the ancestor of the Yan family. A light spot in Zi Baifeng's study should be the abacus that Zi Baifeng had used the Demon Raising Technique. These four light spots have different brightness and sizes, but they are indeed bright. Near these four light spots, the shrouded death aura became weaker, especially near the bluestone, where the death aura was almost completely dispelled. Although among these four light spots, only Qingshi has truly become a demon, and the others have only inherited Zi Baifeng's aura, this is the aura of the Demon Raising Technique after all, and it has its own special features, which are completely different from other auras. Against the background of these four light spots, the dead energy of the entire Xiayan Village seemed to have been driven away and became full of vitality. Looking down, you can see that there are many more green plants around the village than before. . The turn of spring and summer is the season when all things begin to flourish. The dead energy is eliminated, and the number of living creatures immediately increases. In addition to these four light spots, there are also black spots that are moving. The black spots vary in shades, some are faint and cannot be seen clearly, and some are thick and thick. There are many black spots among them, all concentrated in private schools. These are people? There are four extremely strong ones, one is at Zi Baifeng's house, that is the father; one is not far across the way, that is the Yan Wu family, one is in the private school, that is Xiao Shitou, and the third one is moving out of the private school. , turned out to be Yan Laowu! Zi Baifeng's heart moved, and he immediately understood that this must be a kind of belief, trust in himself, or closeness to him. The three fathers absolutely trust him, and Yan Laowu actually trusts him so much? There is also a black spot, which is only slightly weaker than these four black spots. Looking at the position, it turns out to be a four-dog. This guy was really frightened by Zi Baifeng and surrendered. Looking carefully, Zi Baifeng found that he could still see what these people were doing. The father was sawing wood, Yan Wu was cooking, the four dogs were sleeping in, Yan Laowu was running fast, and the small stone was rushing. Make faces to yourself. He wanted to continue reading, but his head suddenly fainted. Zi Baifeng staggered and quickly grabbed the door frame. Only then did he realize that his spiritual power had been exhausted. When he got up in the morning recently, he had not had time to replenish his spiritual power. After thinking for a moment, Zi Baifeng understood why this was the case. As the saying goes, appearances come from the heart. If this piece of porcelain falls into the hands of others, it may be the legendary art of seeing and hearing, or it may produce a bronze mirror that reflects all things in the world, or it may turn into a picture scroll, drawing There are all living things, but for Zi Baifeng, these are not intuitive enough. The most intuitive thing is the satellite map from the overlooking perspective when playing games in his previous life. He is high above and has insight into everything. ?????????????? Just transforming all living beings into visible images is not wasteful. What it consumes is spiritual power, Zi Baifeng¡¯s spiritual power. This is another benefit brought by the porcelain tiles. At present, it seems that it should have a certain relationship with the magic of raising monsters, but the specific relationship is unknown. Zi Baifeng is a person with a strong thirst for knowledge. He has just encountered a new toy and is really unhappy if he does not understand it. However, there are a large group of naughty children behind him waiting for him to train him. What should he do? Zi Baifeng rolled his eyes and had an idea. He returned to the private school and said: "Today is the first day. Let's change the format of class. Come on, everyone brings their belongings and follow me to the mountain!" Go to the mountain! ? Both the big and the small were inexplicably surprised. Only Xiao Shitou laughed. He knew that Zi Baifeng must have taken these people to Dashi on the mountain. A group of people left the private school and walked toward the mountain in a long and winding procession. The older ones pulled the younger ones, and the younger ones followed the older ones. There were also a few older children carrying their younger brothers on their backs, which was quite friendly. Arriving in front of the big bluestone, Zi Baifeng asked the children to sit down on the floor - although it was far less comfortable than the tables and chairs in the private school, the children were obviously much more relaxed, especially those who had never been to a private school. Resisted like just now. Zi Baifeng leaned his back on the big bluestone and said: "You guys sit down first and I will tell you a story. Well, let's just tell you a story about a fox fairy" These children like the most about gods and monsters. After hearing this, everyone immediately pricked up their ears. "It is said that the Tongpan of Fenzhou Prefecture is a man named Zhu" "Where is Fenzhou Prefecture?" "What is Tongpan Prefecture?" A curious baby immediately interrupted him and asked. ¡°Fenzhou Prefecture is a very far away place, and you wouldn¡¯t know it even if I told you.¡± "Then how do you know?" someone asked, and suddenly there was a mess of questions. Zi Baifeng suddenly realized that he had underestimated the difficulty of being a private school teacher. Fortunately, Zi Baifeng now had some authority. He put on a straight face and said, "Just listen to me!" The chaotic voices of the crowd were suppressed. In fact, the story told by Zi Baifeng is a very small story in Liaozhai, but Zi Baifeng added some spice to it. It is a short and concise story about Fenzhou Fox, but it also has ups and downs. I heard that Zhu Gong and the fox had a long-lasting relationship. These guys are all yearning for love, and they can't wait for a fox fairy to come to them immediately and solve the problem of getting a wife. When they heard that the two were about to separate, they couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy. When they heard that the two were separated in the end, they remained silent for a long time. Seeing that both the older and younger children could understand and listen with gusto, Zi Baifeng nodded secretly in his heart. This was certainly related to the fascinating nature of Zi Baifeng's words, but it was also because the aura next to the big bluestone was particularly abundant. , attention is also particularly easy to concentrate, and understanding is also enhanced. This is a treasured place for Zi Baifeng to learn Feng Shui. Now that more people are coming, it seems that instead of affecting Uncle Qingshi¡¯s absorption of spiritual energy, he feels that Uncle Qingshi is happier. It seems that more people are thinking and speaking. So that he can get more spirituality. What made Zi Baifeng even more surprised was that he found that he had unknowingly used the Demon Raising Technique during the lecture. A few days ago, the secret to raising demons could only be written with a pen, and the target could only be directed at one person. But now, things have changed, and it can actually be "preached". Could it be that the Demon Raising Technique has been upgraded to the second level of "Yin Yang Sheng"? After thinking about it carefully for a moment, he shook his head. The first level of the Demon Raising Technique was only "over half". This "preaching" was just a change that occurred after the first level of the Demon Raising Technique was over half, although it can cover more. People, but it's more like being subtle, rather than the almost finishing touch of writing. Looking up, the students were attentive; looking back, Uncle Qingshi was also listening carefully. Spiritual energy and spiritual wisdom formed a perfect cycle. With Zibaifeng as the center and the Demon Raising Art as the support, a self-circulating world was built here. New world. Zi Baifeng was inexplicably surprised. If humans and monsters can coexist in this way, where did the previous legends about monsters causing trouble come from? Perhaps, this is actually the special effect of the Demon Raising Art? Zi Baifeng was puzzled, but no one could explain it to him. He leaned against the bluestone and told stories, and the spiritual energy entered his body spontaneously. Now the bluestone no longer needs a pen to write, it can already listen. , you can sense everything around you. Because writing was always written on the bluestone in the past, the bluestone can communicate with Zi Baifeng by using spiritual energy to transform the writing. And if we tell stories here every day from now on, maybe Uncle Qingshi will be able to talk after a while? It¡¯s very possible! "Brother, brother!" After Zi Baifeng finished speaking, Xiao Shitou immediately raised his little hands high, for fear that Zi Baifeng wouldn't be able to see him. "You want to call me husband now, what's your problem?" Zi Baifeng found it funny. "Sir" Xiao Shitou asked awkwardly: "Why isn't the fox with that pig boy? Don't they like each other?" "Why?" Zi Baifeng raised his head and looked at Xiaoxi's Direction, while thinking, answered: "Maybe this is the nature of the fox. When it sees you, it wants to get close to you, but if you want to catch up, it will leave" The fox fairy in the story, It seems that everyone will choose to leave in the end. If they are reluctant to leave and don't want to be bound, maybe this is a fox. After Zi Baifeng finished speaking, he was suddenly startled and let out a sigh. In a patch of grass beside the creek, a snow-white fox was looking at him with its two pointed ears raised and its head tilted. The white fox realized that Zi Baifeng had discovered it, and immediately turned around and ran away. "Ah, fox!" "Chase!" A group of cubs, big and small, saw the fox, and immediately yelled like hounds and rushed forward. They chased across the creek and found that the fox had long disappeared. "Don't hit it, maybe it's a fox fairy!" "Come back, it's just a little fox." Zi Baifeng said, and the students came back disappointed. "The story is over, let's go to class." Zi Baifeng turned around, covered with thick ink, and wrote the story "Fenzhou Fox" on the bluestone stroke by stroke, and asked the older children to recite it. Let the half-grown children recite it, and then gather a group of children such as Xiao Shitou and teach them how to read and write. Not being in a private school allows these children to feel less pressure and their learning results are pretty good. When??, they don¡¯t know that this is because of the magical effect of bluestone. Even a small stone can sit on it. Although he tried to sneak away several times, he was reported by Xiao Tuozi and was caught by Zi Baifeng. It¡¯s strange that this situation can slip away now. This little guy probably feels that he is teaching so many people at the same time and does not pay attention to him, so he deliberately does some extraordinary things to attract his attention. Zi Baifeng had some understanding of Xiao Shitou's psychology, so Zi Baifeng deliberately praised Xiao Shitou for learning well and quickly, which immediately turned Xiao Shitou's interest to learning. Thinking of myself in the past, I only knew how to scold Xiao Shitou instead of taking advantage of the situation, which made Xiao Shitou afraid of me and full of resistance to learning. But now, when Xiao Shitou learns something, his eyes are bright. Staring closely at Zi Baifeng. Zi Baifeng would never hesitate to give him appropriate rewards. To Zi Baifeng, Xiao Shitou was his biological brother. Treating everyone equally was false. If he was not good to his own brother, who could he be good to? Zi Baifeng doesn¡¯t care whether Xiao Shitou takes the exam or not, but he hopes that Xiao Shitou can have more knowledge. One morning passed, and when Zi Baifeng announced that school was over, everyone still seemed to be reluctant to leave. The private schools in the village only open for half a day, and during the remaining half day, these children have to help with household chores. "Sir, will we still have class here tomorrow?" The speaker was Yan Laowu's grandson Yan Xiaoliu. Today he has been convinced and even likes the feeling of class.