In the spring of March, the grass grows and orioles fly.
The courtyard of Yunshui Residence in Guangping is full of lush bamboos and green grass.
Junior brother He Tong set up the Dharma altar, stepped on the agang and fought step by step, and stored the sacred writings and talismans, every stroke with meticulous care.
"Edict!"
Following He Tong's low groan, the tip of the ink pen in his hand produced a flash of light, and the last stroke of the word "mountain" was outlined on the yellow talisman paper, and the talisman was completed in an instant.
The ordinary yellow talisman paper quietly had an indescribable charm, and the word "Tai Shan" in the talisman's orifice had a faint flash of inspiration.
Done!
He Tong could not help but be overjoyed and came to the master holding the Taishan Talisman:
"Master, the talisman book is finished."
Taoist priest Xu Ping glanced at it casually and nodded absently:
"It's not bad, it's just that the heat is a bit off, I have to keep working hard."
"yes!"
He Tong responded, then immersed himself in writing talismans again, feeling a little depressed.
He followed his master to practice in the Taoist monastery and met many fellow Taoists. Compared with his peers, he was considered very good. He was in the ninth level of Taoism and had mastered several magical powers. He was somewhat successful.
Although Master praised him from time to time, he could see that Master mostly encouraged him and was not really satisfied or proud of him.
He Tong was always smart and understood the reason for Master's strict requirements.
There is no other reason, it all comes from my senior brother.
Before he entered the world of cultivation, he was ignorant. However, after truly entering the world of cultivation, he realized how amazing his senior brother's talents and achievements were.
"Eh, it's so difficult."
Junior Brother He Tong couldn't help but sigh in his heart, gritted his teeth, and started writing furiously again.
Taoist Master Xu Ping didn't know what his young apprentice was thinking. Although his eyes fell on He Tong, his eyes were wandering, his mind was wandering, and he was absent-minded.
Faintly, there is still a bit of worry.
It has been almost two months since the East China Sea Feast, and the eldest disciple Chu Chen has not returned yet.
Xu Ping is currently in the sixth rank of Immortal and fifth rank of Taoism. He is not a small player in the Immortal Palace of Ghosts and Gods Department. After asking around, he already knows that something has happened at the East China Sea Feast. His disciple Chu Chen is trapped in the Demon Abyss and is surrounded by an army of demons. He is in danger. , there is a risk of death at any time.
Taoist Xu Ping was worried, upset and uncomfortable.
Disciple Chu Chen is not just a disciple, but to him, he is also a Taoist companion on the path of cultivation. Whether he is deducing [Hunyuan Xuan Gong] or reviving Lingshan, his disciple is always by his side.
The one he truly walks with.
With someone by his side, even if the road ahead is bumpy and full of thorns, he can still enjoy the hardships and regard difficulties and obstacles as nothing.
When he thought that his apprentice Chu Chen was in danger and might not survive, he felt lonely and desolate in his heart.
"Zhenyi, nothing can happen to you kid. Grandmaster will bless you!"
Taoist priest Xu Ping, who has always had a strong temper, prayed secretly.
However, a strange look soon appeared on his face and he looked outside the courtyard.
Did the Patriarch appear so quickly?
"Master~ Senior brother and I are back!"
The little devil's shouting broke the tranquility of the small courtyard.
Chu Chen's body swayed and he came to the courtyard.
"Senior brother~"
Junior brother He Tong saw Chu Chen coming back and bowed respectfully.
"Junior brother, you are good at Taoism and cultivation, not bad."
Chu Chen smiled and praised his diligent junior brother, then his eyes fell on his master, Taoist Master Xu Ping, and he made a disciple salute:
"Master, something unexpected happened at this East China Sea feast, which has made you worried."
"Why do you have to worry about being a teacher? You have a lot of blessings, so there is no need to worry about being a teacher."
Taoist Xu Ping's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't care at all. He was completely different from his mother-in-law who was just worried.
The little junior brother He Tong on the side had his lips pursed. He could clearly see that his master was deeply worried, and the sadness lingered in his eyes.
"Sir, I keep sneezing in the Demon Abyss. It must be because I am worried about us. I am a fairy boy with ears and my intuition is very accurate. You can't lie to me."
The little devil swears steadfastly and resolutely.
At this moment, it has the confidence of a foreboding misfortune,
Taoist Xu Ping: "."
Damn it, you're the only one who can handle it.
Xu Pingdao's face turned green and white for a while when he was poked into his thoughts by the little devil. He was so stunned by the little devil that he didn't know how to speak.
In the end, he had no choice but to cough repeatedly to cover up his embarrassment, and ignored the little devil, his eyes falling on Chu Chen.
Just seeing this, Taoist Xu Ping looked strange.
He was so happy to see his apprentice back safely that he didn't pay attention to anything else at all, but now that he looked carefully, he could get a clue.
"Innate Mother Qi! Disciple, have you broken through to the fifth level of Taoism?"
Although Taoist Xu Ping's tone was inquiring, he was confident that he had not made any mistakes.
[Hunyuan Sword Casting Mysterious Technique] is derived from [Hunyuan Mysterious Technique] and has the same origin. He was definitely not wrong about the truth.
Thinking back to the beginning, he also practiced step by step. He clearly understood the changes in the realms of Xuan Gong. At the beginning, he also practiced step by step.
only
His journey was very bumpy at the beginning, he was crossing the river by feeling the stones, stumbling all the way, and it took him more than three years of cultivation to advance from the sixth level to the fifth level.
This was despite the fact that he had not encountered any major bottlenecks, his overall practice was going quite smoothly, and his elders had given him countless precious medicines and spiritual materials.
As for the disciple, he broke through from the sixth level to the fifth level in less than two years.
The speed of practice is really astonishing.
Chu Chen was very satisfied when he saw that his master was quite surprised. He rushed back in a hurry, for no other reason than to see his master's surprised and surprised expression.
"Master, I have a good opportunity for this East China Sea feast."
Chu Chen told the whole story about his trip to the Demon Abyss.
"That's right~ You can make a breakthrough. The cultivation resources are secondary. The most important thing is that you have spiritual roots, a deep understanding of Taoism, and an understanding of yin and yang. There are not many bottlenecks for you in the sixth-grade Taoism. If Huang Laojun says you can enlighten me, you can enlighten me."
Taoist priest Xu Ping smiled and nodded, his expression full of approval.
However, deep down in his heart, Taoist Xu Ping felt a sense of urgency.
Originally, he was quite satisfied with his cultivation, but now it is all gone. If he doesn't work hard, within a few days, his apprentice estimates that his Taoist cultivation will surpass his own.
When the time comes, the apprentice Chu Chen will in turn give guidance to the master.
For the strong-tempered Taoist priest Xu Ping, it was really difficult to change this role for a while.
It is true that Taoist Master Xu Ping does not want his disciples to surpass himself in Taoist practice and wants to retain the majesty of "teacher", but he has no intention of hiding his secrets.
He doesn't want his apprentice to catch up with him in cultivation. That's because of his pride and being too strong to admit defeat, but it doesn't mean that he is jealous of talents or his apprentice's talent.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die!
As a teacher, as long as his Taoist realm is higher than that of his disciples and he can guide his disciples, he will not "hide his hands" and truly teach with all he has, burning the last glory and imparting the last remaining knowledge.
Thinking of this, Taoist Master Xu Ping took Chu Chen to the practice clean room and said in a rather formal manner:
"Disciple, you have broken through to the fifth level. From now on, you and I will both be on the same path. I will teach you for the last time as your teacher."
Chu Chen shuddered and bowed respectfully:
"Master, you will always be my teacher."
"Hahaha~ A master is better than a master. I am very happy to be my teacher."
Taoist priest Xu Ping smiled from the bottom of his heart, then cleared his throat and said:
"Disciple, do you know the difference between the fifth-grade Taoist conduct and the sixth-grade Taoist conduct?"
(End of chapter)
