The fairy father

A moment ago, on Caiyun Peak.

"Senior Sister Qingsu, for a disciple like Ping An, it would be extremely difficult for our master to teach him personally."

"Yes, Senior Nephew Qingsu, Ping'an himself is too perceptive and has learned a lot. I have heard from several elders in the sect many times that Ping'an's talent in formations and weapon refining is unparalleled. The current disciples of the sect are number one, and you are not good at these two things."

"Qingsu, you are worried about not being able to teach peace, we all understand that."

"Especially, Senior Sister Qingsu, Master Dazhi values ​​​​his only son very much. Master Dazhi is now the Wealth Immortal of our Wan Yun Sect. All the peak masters have to give him a little favor, not to mention that he has great luck. This person is our sect’s future opportunity.”

"So, after careful consideration, we have jointly prepared this book for you, which is dedicated to the affairs of believers..."

In his own cave.

Qing Su looked at the jade slip in her hand, and her heart was slightly touched.

She just returned to Caiyun Peak, wasn't it because her apprentice often injured himself and knocked him unconscious, so she wanted to go to the master to ask how to improve the apprentice's soul power...?

Is it so difficult to teach your own apprentice?

Qingsu carefully recalled every detail of her time with Li Pingan in the past two years.

With a little advice from her, Li Ping'an could figure it out on his own;

A few reminders from her can make Li Ping'an realize and retreat on his own;

What she can teach is "The Art of Ten Thousand Clouds" and various fighting magic techniques. With her guidance and the apprentice's own efforts, there has never been such a thing as "not being able to teach" or "not being able to learn".

Qingsu held her chin and thought for a moment.

Could it be that she was really not the material to be a master, so that several senior uncles and junior sisters on the peak specifically reminded her like this?

‘My teaching method should be correct. ’

Qing Su thought like this.

Qingsu checked Li Ping'an's condition again.

Li Pingan was still unconscious in the recliner at this moment.

This kind of coma is due to the failure of the released spiritual consciousness to be recovered in time. The impact on the spiritual consciousness causes the soul to vibrate; just like a mortal being hit with a sap, there is no big problem and he will wake up soon.

The apprentice explained to her that he had been thinking about a set of fairy magic weapons for the past six months, which could exert fixed power without spending too much mana.

Qing Su didn't know much about these, and she didn't know how to discipline her own disciples.

Li Pingan has as many weird ideas as the stars at night.

Although Li Ping'an would spend a lot of time on refining elixirs and refining weapons, his own cultivation had never fallen behind. As time went by, Qing Su would let him do those weird weapon refining things.

Qing Su sat down on the recliner nearby, but her clear eyes couldn't hide anything on her mind, and she turned to look at Li Ping'an.

In fact, there are also some strange things about apprentices.

For example, in the past two years, Li Pingan's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds twice.

One time, just after Li Ping'an completed the foundation building, he suddenly stepped from the first level of the Void Refining Realm to the third level of the Void Refining Realm;

One time was not long ago, when Li Ping'an stepped directly into the gate of the sixth level of the Void Refining Realm from the fourth level.

Qingsu asked Li Ping'an why his cultivation level had improved abnormally. Li Ping'an was vague and did not explain clearly. He even talked about him.

This actually made Qing Su a little disappointed. She felt that her apprentice was not close to her and he was unwilling to talk to her about some things.

‘Could it be that I’m really not good at teaching? ’

She was shaken.

Qing Su pursed her lips slightly, held "The Way of a Good Teacher" in her hand, tapped her fingertips lightly, and the jade slips slowly spread out in front of her, and the words on them caught her eyes.

‘The way of a teacher lies not in the form but in the heart. The teacher preaches, imparts knowledge, and resolves doubts; the disciple inherits the way, establishes a career, and spreads branches. This is where all the things of a master and a disciple lie. ’

‘Although the master is ahead of the Tao, the path to immortality is long and it is not uncommon for the disciple to be higher than the master. Therefore, there is only a distinction between the two, and there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority. ’

'The human race's qigong masters have established themselves in the world by passing on from master to disciple. Since ancient times, the hundreds of races have been fierce and the human race has been weak. The sages followed the teachings of the Tao ancestors, founded sects, and passed on the Taoist fruits, so that the practice method was widely spread. The human race was This thrives. ’

'The sages have said that disciples should respect their master as the guideline of heaven and earth...'

The opening chapter is filled with hundreds of words, but it still fails to get to the point.

Qingsu was used to this. Whether it was the master passing down the skills, or the elders on Caiyun Peak passing down the treasures and techniques, everyone liked to talk about a principle first.

Qingsu finished reading the first chapter and finally found the real guidance.

She read it carefully and felt something deep in her heart.

This book "The Way of a Good Teacher" explains how to be a master who is loved and respected by his disciples. It not only contains various methods and many details, but also includes the personal experiences of senior uncles, senior sisters, and junior sisters.

For example, the first article [a teacher should always care for his disciples] is followed by Qingxu’s memories.

'When I first entered the mountain to become a master when I was young, I felt both expectations and uneasiness in my heart. One drizzly afternoon, I read the scriptures and fell asleep lying on the mat by the window. When the master passed by, he covered me with a thin quilt. After tucking in the quilt, I immediately felt at ease. From then on, there was no barrier between me and Master, and my spiritual practice progressed smoothly all the way to the Immortal Realm. ’

Qing Su clasped the jade slip on her lap and turned to look at Li Ping'an, her bright eyes a little brighter.

Tuck in corners.

This is not difficult.

Can it really make a disciple’s mind more stable?

Qingsu got up and floated to the back bedroom. When she floated back, she had a thin quilt embroidered with orchids in her hand, and walked to the recliner where Li Ping'an was sleeping.

She groaned slightly, holding the thin quilt over Li Ping'an's body to measure it.

At Li Ping'an's memorial platform, the little Yuanhun figure slowly got up. Just as he was about to take stock of his surroundings, he suddenly saw... his master spreading his hands beside him and spreading out a quilt.

Um?

What is Master doing?

Just as Li Ping'an was about to speak out, his soul felt dizzy again. His weak spiritual consciousness dispersed outside his body, and he happened to see his master leaning over slightly and covering the couch with a thin quilt.

Li Ping'an was startled.

Master... is afraid that he will catch a cold...

The tip of Li Ping'an's nose felt sour, and he sighed longly in his heart.

Although his master has advanced cultivation, mysterious Taoism, simple mind, and poor words, he absolutely cannot say that to his disciple.

He is already a Qi Refiner at the sixth or seventh level of the Void Realm, how could he catch a cold?

‘If I can succeed in cultivating Taoism from now on, I should respect my master, um, and also support my master in his old age. ’

Li Ping'an was sighing, and then he felt a cold little hand poking and touching his arm through the quilt.

Although it was itchy, I didn't dare to move.

Li Ping'an was afraid that if he suddenly spoke out, his master would lose face, so he pretended to be unconscious.

The little hand quickly began to move, from Li Pingan's arm to the back of his hand, from the outside of his thigh to the sole of his foot. He gently and quickly tucked the edge of the thin quilt under Li Pingan's body.

After a while, Qing Su looked at the apprentice who was wrapped up in a cicada on the recliner, with only one head exposed. She nodded with satisfaction, picked up her copy of "The Way of a Good Teacher", and went back to the back hall to continue reading carefully.

On the lounge chair.

Three black lines appeared on Li Ping'an's forehead, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. After thinking about it, he decided to just take a nap.

We can't let Master's work go to waste.

…

Li Pingan fell asleep lightly, and gradually fell asleep.

A faint scent penetrated his nostrils, as if two peach blossoms had fallen on his face.

This breath was so familiar that Li Ping'an failed to be alert in time and was approached by the other party.

"Senior brother, are you sealed?"

Li Ping'an opened his eyes drowsily, and suddenly saw a fair and lovely hibiscus face, with a light blush on the cheeks, a slight ripple in the peach blossom eyes, a smile on the corner of the mouth, and stretched eyebrows.

Anyone who sees her will feel a little more happy.

Mu Ningning is here.

She is the only one who has the jade talisman to enter and exit this cave.

"Well, I fell asleep while tinkering."

Li Pingan responded vaguely, broke away from the shackles of the thin quilt, stretched and then slumped back.

He looked at Mu Ningning beside him;

Today she was wearing a blue disciple's skirt, her long hair was combed into a double-ringed bun, her waist was tied up with a jade belt, her little feet were wrapped in cloth boots, and she was holding a sheathed dagger in her hand. Her white wrists were whiter than usual. There are two more storage magic weapons.

He looked like he was about to travel far away.

Li Ping'an wondered: "Junior sister, are you going out?"

"That's right," Mu Ningning blinked, "Didn't the deacon of Fanshi Palace say you want to go too? The disciples of the six sects are going through training, and we will set off in half an hour!"

Li Ping'an had already checked his spiritual consciousness at this time and found that he had slept for eight or nine hours.

Although most of the day's practice time was wasted, his soul was full of energy and his body was comfortable.

In fact, he hadn't rested like this for a long time.

Li Ping'an stood up, folded Master's quilt, and suddenly reacted.

"You want to go too?" Li Ping'an raised his head and asked, "Didn't I say that each peak has a disciple, and Caiyun Peak is a senior sister who is in the Hezhen Realm?"

"I do not know."

Mu Ningning looked away and pursed her lips slightly. The hair on her forehead was disturbed by the blowing spiritual energy, and her voice became lower:

"Anyway, Fanshi Palace gave me the jade talisman and asked me to practice together. Probably, half-step practice can be regarded as practice... I'm afraid I have to ask my uncle..."

"It may indeed be arranged by my father."

Li Pingan thought for a moment and whispered:

"Junior sister, this kind of training for disciples is actually just pulling out disciples from each sect to compare them, which is of little use.

"And the host this time is Guanhaimen. Guanhaimen tried to steal the magic weapon business from us before, and ended up losing a lot of spiritual stones. I guess they want to take this opportunity to regain their face.

"If we go there, we're afraid we'll just sit on the bench and be looked down upon by others. We might as well practice freely in the mountains."

Mu Ningning blinked: "But Fanshi Palace has already issued an order."

"We are pretending to be injured," Li Ping'an said with a smile, "We went crazy in our practice and were seriously injured together. What else can they do to us? My father, Li Dazhi, the master of Zhuyun Hall."

She burst out laughing and moved to the lounge chair next to Li Ping'an.

"Then I listened to my senior brother and something went wrong while practicing!"

Suddenly a clear voice came from the inner hall: "There is an order at the door, why don't you go? Peace, Ningning?"

Li Ping'an and Mu Ningning quickly stood up and saluted the inner cave.

"The disciple is here."

"Master, please give me your orders!"

Qing Su said: "Since you have been selected by the six sects for this six-sect training, you should add glory to the sect. Don't neglect it."

Li Pingan and Mu Ningning looked at each other.

The former accepted his fate calmly, while the latter smiled and bowed his head in tacit understanding.

Li Ping'an raised his head and sighed: "I'm going to collect some treasures for self-defense."

"Senior brother," Mu Ningning said with a smile, "let's not go too late!"

"It'll be fine in a moment."

Li Ping'an cheered up and turned into a wisp of cloud smoke, floating around the cave. He went to several secret rooms, changed into a blue disciple's robe, and simply cleaned himself up.

Then he said goodbye to his master, drove a small boat, and rushed to the Fanshi Hall with Mu Ningning.

Due to the fact that she is about to complete the foundation construction, Mu Ningning's appearance and figure were determined last year. From now on, unless her life span is about to run out and her Tao body begins to dry up, as long as she is willing to maintain it, she can remain so young and beautiful. appearance.

Really, forever eighteen.

On the boat, Li Ping'an thought carefully and kept turning his head to look at Mu Ningning.

Mu Ningning has now lost her childishness, has a pretty face, and has a good figure;

Since she was a child, she practiced swordsmanship. When she suppresses her smile in front of outsiders, she still has a sharp temperament with a sharp sword hiding its edge.

It's really eye-catching.

Mu Ningning was a little happy in her heart. She also said that she had been applying "transparent" makeup carefully for an hour today, and her senior brother saw it, but she was... embarrassed.

"Junior sister," Li Ping'an frowned and said, "How about we make a three-part agreement?"

Mu Ningning didn't know why: "What's wrong? Senior brother?"

Li Ping'an said sternly: "Although everyone in the sect knows that you and I are good friends, there are other disciples of the sect when we go out this time. You and I cannot be too close to each other, as it will not be good for your reputation."

"Well," Mu Ningning nodded lightly, "I'm taking care of myself, senior brother, don't worry."

Li Ping'an asked again: "Also, can you wear a veil and go out?"

Although Mu Ningning didn't know why, she obediently took out a white gauze and covered her face.

This veil is a magic weapon that every disciple of Caiyun Peak has, and it has the effect of blocking the detection of others.

She asked softly: "Is this okay?"

"Yes," Li Pingan said with a smile, "There are always many disciples in the mortal world, especially some young disciples who are mentally unstable. This can avoid some minor troubles."

Mu Ningning pursed her lips and chuckled, and said in a low voice: "If you say this, senior brother, you should cover it up. Disciples are not just men."

"I have a technique found in Daozang Palace."

Li Ping'an squinted and smiled, and he made a magic trick casually. His face seemed to have an extra layer of mist, and his sense of presence plummeted.

Just now he was handsome and fair-faced, but now he gives people a feeling of being 'just like that'.

Mu Ningning marveled at it, and Li Ping'an handed over a jade talisman: "This is my improved technique, the Gui Chen Jue."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Although Mu Ningning said this, she just put the jade talisman into the storage magic weapon and had no intention of practicing.

If she were too ordinary, she might not be able to control the three feet around her senior brother.

The Palace of Everything is already in front of you.

Mu Ningning stopped her smile, adjusted her breath, and stood quietly beside Li Ping'an.

Perhaps his soul had been blown up too many times, and Li Ping'an's spiritual consciousness was far more powerful than ordinary disciples in the late stage of the Void Refining Realm.

His spiritual consciousness spread out and saw the disciples gathered in Fanshi Hall, as well as the elders and deacons he was most familiar with.

Li Pingan groaned a few times in his heart.

The master asked him to come over, and he had to obey the master's order to avoid making the master unhappy.

But comparing himself with disciples from other sects has no practical significance in his opinion.

This time I went to the coast of the East China Sea just to accompany the priest sister on a sightseeing trip. I have been practicing in the mountains for five years, so it was quite good to go out to relax and travel this time.

However, what Li Ping'an didn't expect was;

Because he stepped into the Fanshi Hall with his left foot, he was appointed by several outer sect elders as the leader of the Wan Yun Sect disciples for this six sect disciple training.

And because the timing of stepping into the Hall of Everything with his right foot was too good, he was entrusted with the temporary authority to supervise the disciples by the elders of the outer sect.

And the disciples...

They recalled the sight of the ‘Ten Thousand Weapons and Spiritual Explosion’ they had seen, and no one objected.

Li Pingan was still a little confused, but Deacon Wang Xinhui had already greeted him:

"Disciples, please wait a moment. The disciple leader will follow me. The elder has a message."

Li Ping'an moved forward honestly and followed Deacon Wang Xinhui to the inner hall of Fanshi Hall.

Thirty-seven disciples from various peaks stayed in place and waited. Most of them were just chatting quietly with the people around them. There were also some who were cheerful by nature, laughing and talking interesting things together in the corner.

Wanyun Sect does not have many restrictions on its disciples, and everyone is used to it casually, and they will not be scolded by the immortal for laughing too loudly.

Li Ping'an followed Deacon Wang Xinhui into a barrier and bypassed several screens to avoid the sight of the disciples.

Behind the screen, several elders drank tea with the slightly fat Yuan Xian.

Li Ping'an immediately stepped forward to salute: "I have met the elders...Father, why are you here?"