Suddenly, Xuan Qing's eyes lit up.
The aristocratic family has no place to learn scriptures, but it is there in my memory!
I am also a person who has experienced nine years of compulsory education. When it comes to sharpening one's mind, what can be more sharpening than the sound of reading aloud?
Xuan Qing had a plan in mind and his eyes sparkled.
Queen Mother Xi shivered unconsciously when she saw Master's eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Master, what evil are you holding back?"
Xuanqing knocked a chestnut on the head of the Queen Mother of the West.
Then he laughed happily again.
Queen Mother Xi rubbed the top of her head, feeling that her junior brothers and sisters were going to suffer.
Her severe beatings were all vetoed by the master, so the method the master came up with would definitely be harsher and more severe.
Moreover, the master's shining eyes were something he had never seen in a hundred thousand years.
The Queen Mother of the West occasionally returns secretly, and her subordinates once said a rude saying from the Nanfangbu continent people, telling an honest person to get mad is a rare occurrence in a hundred years, but once you get mad, you won't even have a chance to kneel down.
Queen Mother Xi thought this sentence made sense.
Master is an honest man.
Moreover, he has been a teacher for more than 100,000 years.
Is the evil that has been suppressed finally coming out?
Queen Mother Xi held the tea cup and began to think about it, waiting to see what happened.
Xuan Qing smiled and said, "You read it."
"Ah?!" Queen Mother Xi opened her mouth, but the master had already stood up and left.
Read? What's the meaning?
Queen Mother Xi didn't know what it meant, but she knew that she had also been tricked by her master.
No, I was tricked by my junior brothers and sisters.
Master's violent outburst happened once in a hundred thousand years, and even she was not immune.
The Queen Mother of the West held the tea cup, with a heavy shadow in her heart.
The next day, Xuanqing sat under the willow tree, holding a teapot and a teacup, looking at his disciples with burning eyes.
The second and third generation disciples, as well as three little foxes, each holding a book, were shaking their heads: "In the beginning, human nature is inherently good..."
Xuanqing was very satisfied.
The book paper was made from medicinal leaves last night.
The words in the book can be directly engraved using Taoism.
It is said that when Daluo Jinxian begins to attain Taoism and enlightenment, as long as he does not want others to know about the things he has enhanced with his own Taoism, even if others see it, they will turn around and forget about it.
It's a pity that Xuanqing has not yet reached the cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian, and his disciples are all immortals. He can memorize it completely as long as he recites it once.
In that case, how can it serve the purpose of sharpening one's xinxing?
The solution is, Xuan Qing stares.
Read it once and read it a million times again...
Until this habit is driven into the hearts of disciples, patience must be cultivated first.
Keep a good temper so that you won't go out and cause any trouble in the future.
All day long, from morning to night, I read the Three Character Classic over and over again.
Even the Queen Mother of the West felt her throat burning when she read it.
The three little foxes with the lowest cultivation level were already trembling.
As dusk approached, Xuan Qing stood up with a teapot and said with a smile: "I read well today, let's continue tomorrow."
"ah?!"
The disciples all exclaimed.
Are you going to continue tomorrow?
Xuan Qing turned and walked away, and all the disciples collapsed on the ground.
Lingzhi didn't even have the strength to beat his apprentice.
Immortal Yangmei, Qinglong and Kunpeng appeared respectively, sat under the willow tree, and laughed happily.
Qingluan said angrily: "Kunpeng, do you believe that I will beat you to death, and then let the master resurrect you, so that you will read such a crappy book for the rest of your life?"
Lingzhi shouted: "Yes, there is still an old boy, just set it on fire and burn it!"
Kunpeng smiled and nodded: "I believe it, I don't believe it either."
Qingluan stood up suddenly and said angrily: "Then let's go outside and practice!"
Kunpeng smiled and shook his head: "I believe the girl said she would beat me to death, but I don't believe this is a broken book."
Qingluan snorted and threw the "Three Character Classic" directly to Kunpeng: "It's not a broken book, can you still read the great way?"
Kunpeng waved his hand casually, and the "Three Character Classic" flew towards Qingluan. Kunpeng smiled and shook his head: "No."
Qingluan grabbed the "Three Character Classic" and was about to speak when Kunpeng continued: "But I believe that the girl might be able to read the Great Dao."
Can this read the avenue?
Qinglong and Immortal Yangmei also looked at Kunpeng in surprise.
Xihe smiled and said, "If the Demon Master has anything to say, please say it directly."
Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi Demon Court and the Second Heavenly Emperor, Di Jiang, Gonggong and other eleven ancestral witches also all looked at Kunpeng.
Kunpeng turned around and ran away when the Demon Court was in disaster.
The witch-killing sword does the most damage to the witch clan.
Neither Di Jun nor Di Jiang had a good impression of Kunpeng.
But I really admire this person's IQ.
The witch-killing sword, the immortal-killing flying knife... Not to mention the superb weapon refining methods, the key point is that this kind of imagination is not comparable to Di Jun.
Not to mention Di Jiang, Ancestral Witch is good at fighting, and in terms of planning, he is really not as good as Demon Court.
Otherwise, if the ancestral witches were stronger than the Demon Court, or they attacked suddenly, wouldn't they and the Demon Court both be defeated?
If Kunpeng was from the Wu clan, he probably wouldn't have given Di Jun, Donghuang Taiyi and others a chance to self-destruct.
Kunpeng smiled and said: "Pindao just has a guess, based on the fact that the senior will not make it out of nothing."
Queen Mother Xi smiled and said: "If you have any guesses, fellow Taoist, just tell me. Master always does things unexpectedly, but he does not come up with nothing."
Kunpeng nodded slowly and said: "You fellow Taoists are the direct disciples of the master, and now they are all quasi-sages. Fellow Taoist Queen Mother Xi is at the pinnacle of quasi-sages. The next step is to become saints, right?"
Queen Mother Xi smiled bitterly and said: "To become a saint, you need to be in harmony with the Tao. If you want to be in harmony with the Tao, you must have the Hongmeng Purple Qi as a guide to join the Heavenly Way. I saw with my own eyes that Master took seven rays of Hongmeng Purple Qi from the jade dish of creation. They are still there today. How can you become a saint?"
The combination of heavenly saints can only be combined with one law of heaven.
Taoist ancestor Hongjun's Hedao is the unification of the entire Heavenly Dao and the three thousand Daolin laws.
This was understood by everyone present except Ganoderma lucidum and the three little foxes.
Ganoderma was simply chirping with the three little foxes, each showing off the treasures they got from the East China Sea, and didn't care about the conversation at all.
The others all looked solemn. It was obvious that the saint's step not only blocked them, but also was an obstacle that they could never overcome.
Although there was nothing in the world that could pose a threat to them.
Those who pose a threat do not dare to take action against them.
But, who doesn’t want to go one step further?
The saint is blocked and his road is cut off. Who is willing to leave?
Kunpeng smiled and said: "Friend Taoist made this point very clear. Apart from that, Pindao doesn't have any ideas on how to join the Tao. But since this senior has given you this book, then maybe we can learn from another Start with the direction.”
Queen Mother Xi frowned and said, "Another direction? Fellow Taoist, do you mean that the direction is on the book, in the Three Character Classic?"
Kunpeng nodded: "Pindao thinks this is a direction, involving a saint's magical power."
Qingluan quickly asked: "What magical power?"
