In his previous life, Li Changshou had understood a principle —
There are always many unexpected things in life. There is also a certain experience of being "bald".
Therefore, he had to learn to thank himself. He had to thank fate for tormenting him and thank himself for tormenting fate.
For example, at that moment, Li Changshou was very grateful that he had created the Primordial World stage play in the past decade — "Yang Jian Descends the Mountain".
It allowed him to find a common topic with his teacher, the Saint!
On the twenty-first day after arriving at the Taiqing Temple, Li Changshou returned almost all of his attention to his main body to ensure that when his teacher spoke, he could give a correct, timely, reasonable, and in line with his teacher's wishes.
It was too troublesome to communicate with the Saint.
Putting everything else aside, Li Changshou now seriously suspected that his teacher had already transcended the rules of the Primordial World, causing his "time laws" to be messed up.
The time scale of three years was equivalent to "soon".
The interval between each conversation was stable at half a month.
Mortals lived for decades. In his teacher's eyes, they were probably like mayflies.
The long years that this world had existed had probably made his teacher forget the time scale that should have existed.
Li Changshou sighed in his heart and suppressed the layers of enlightenment.
For some reason, he felt more admiration and respect for his teacher in Taiqing.
Just how peaceful and smooth must one's dao heart be in order to allow time to flow by without one noticing it and not cause any ripples?
Is this the peak of living beings?
"Yang Jian, not bad."
When he suddenly heard his teacher speak, Li Changshou pondered for a moment and smiled. In the next moment, he lowered his head slightly and answered warmly, "He has a good character and is determined and calm. He is indeed an outstanding rising star of the Dao Sect."
The Saint of Taiqing sent a voice transmission. "Your arrangements are not bad."
Li Changshou smiled awkwardly. Just as he was about to continue answering, two wisps of Yin-Yang Qi flew out of the Saint's sleeve and condensed into a faint Taiqing Painting. An extremely clear image appeared on it.
Hundreds of millions of pixels.
What shocked Li Changshou the most was that the Taiji Diagram, a Connate Cardinal Treasure and the three-piece Heaven Opening Set, was actually so docile and smooth at this moment. The majesty of the Taiji Diagram was nowhere to be found.
Li Changshou had imagined the scene in the image many times before, and it felt quite familiar.
The handsome young Daoist priest, the future Divine General of the Celestial Court, Yang Jian, held a sword and faced more than ten demons in front of him, who were wrapped in black gas and were about to attack the village in the distance. A faint golden light surged from his body, and his eyes shone brightly.
He suddenly raised his sword and slashed it across his palm. Drops of golden blood flowed out!
"Come on!"
Yang Jian shouted angrily. The dozen or so demons were stimulated by his Xuan body and precious blood, and pounced towards him crazily.
Yang Jian's feet stomped on the ground, leaving cracks on the ground. He was like an arrow that had left the bow and a comet that had fallen!
Sword light flashed, and his body pierced through a bat-shaped demon. He took the initiative to rush into the encirclement of the demons. Then, he tore his robe with one hand, revealing his pale golden and muscular Dao Body. He lowered his head and roared angrily. He held his sword and slashed!
That sword looked so thin at that moment, like a piece of paper and a wooden sword!
Eight-Nine Arcane Art?
No, this is clearly the Eight-Nine Clothes-Tearing Mysterious Art!
It extended the battlefield law that was usually used by fairies — the less one wears, the higher one's defense — to the male immortals. It made the male immortals more confident and puffed out their chests to be real men!
That was the true essence of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art that Li Changshou had comprehended for many years!
Due to Yang Jian's outstanding performance, Li Changshou could finally take the initiative to find a topic. He whispered, "Teacher, what do you think of this Eight-Nine Arcane Art?"
"It's not bad."
The corners of the Taiqing Saint's mouth curled into a faint smile. "Although it's a body cultivator, it protects the essence soul."
Li Changshou said, "I've also cultivated this mystic technique a little. Teacher, take a look."
As he spoke, Li Changshou rolled up his sleeves and gradually changed from his palm to his wrist. His originally fair skin gradually turned into a faint golden color. The golden color gradually became brighter and dimmer. Finally, it turned from a dark golden color to the original yellow of the human race.
His palm was like a sturdy numinous treasure. It seemed to be able to pierce through the sky and collapse the earth.
The Taiqing Saint nodded slowly and said, "Without the essence blood of the Ancestral Magi, this mystic technique is only average."
"Teacher, you can tell the drawbacks of this mystic technique at a glance. I have comprehended it for decades."
Li Changshou smiled and said, "The Lady of Earth created this mystic technique by combining the battle techniques of the Magi. She originally wanted to create a perfect cultivation technique, but she took into account all aspects and lacked the word 'extreme'.
If he could not reach the extreme, he would not be able to break through the limit. Although the Eight-Nine Arcane Art could be mastered in hundreds of years, it could not create an expert like Senior Brother Gongming.
Although the essence blood of the Ancestral Magi can make up for it, there is too little essence blood. "
"Okay."
Laozi's smile was tinged with a hint of comfort as he replied. Then, he fell into a long silence.
Is Teacher happy or does he think that I'm too talkative?
Li Changshou pondered for a while and realized that his teacher's word "good" should be to express his approval and gratification. He had not spoken much previously.
Hiss, communicating with Saints was really the most difficult skill in the Primordial World.
It was unknown if the Taiqing Saint had forgotten to put it away or if he had deliberately left it for Li Changshou to see, but the Taiji Painting still locked onto Yang Jian's figure and presented a clear image.
After a fierce battle, he was injured, and he protected the mortal village. He received the gratitude of the mortals and was given a damaged numinous treasure spear that had been passed down from his ancestors.
That was naturally a small gift that Li Changshou had arranged.
After all, Yang Jian was still young. At that moment, he was quite happy that he had obtained a treasure. He sped for two days within a 500-kilometer radius of the village and eliminated all the hidden dangers. Only then did he follow the information he had obtained and head towards the "ferocious land".
If Li Changshou did not remember wrongly, there were also warm little dramas like "The Little Fairy Who Sells Stars" and "The Old Man by the River Waiting for the Return of the Dead" on this path.
The beginner-level experience could only make the cultivator feel that his life was threatened. In order to survive, he had to keep fighting and work hard to break through his limits.
The high-level experience had to be built on the foundation of the beginner-level. During the intense battle, he had to add some thoughts about human nature and pay attention to the kindness of people. Even if the cultivator guessed that this was a show that had been arranged in advance, he could still feel some emotions.
Li Changshou gradually felt a subtle sense of joy when he calmed his mind and watched the Taiji Painting broadcast. He became a pure "spectator" and admired the show that he had arranged.
It was as if he was admiring the artwork that he had painstakingly created.
After thirteen days and nights, the Taiqing Saint slowly said,
"The Dragons are rotten. We should deal with them carefully."
Li Changshou was stunned. He did not know what his teacher was thinking about. However, he quickly thought about it and grasped his train of thought.
"Teacher, the Dragons have been rotting for many years. Previously, when the Sea Clan rebelled and the Western Sect schemed against the Dragons, they had already woken up many Dragons. Overall, the effect was limited.
Teacher, are you worried that with the rise of the Celestial Court, many Dragons will sink into ancient dreams and even treat the rise of the Celestial Court as their own credit and disrupt the order of the world? "
The Taiqing Saint … smiled again.
"That's right."
Li Changshou pondered for a while again and said, "Teacher, don't worry. I will try my best to arrange some conflicts in this Great Tribulation. I will teach the Dragons a lesson and let the Dragons recognize their position."
The Taiqing Saint nodded slowly and said the word "good" again. He closed his eyes with a smile and entered …
The next conversation cycle.
What will Teacher ask later?
Li Changshou could not help but feel puzzled. He sat at the side and began to predict crazily.
However, after another half a month, Li Changshou deeply realized the fundamental difference between him and his teacher in life … This time, the Saint did not take the initiative to speak.
Instead, the Saint of Taiqing slowly raised his hand and tapped the Taiji Painting gently. The image on the Taiji Painting began to jump and change continuously. The speed at which it jumped became faster and faster!
Li Changshou's eyes were originally swaying left and right with the images. However, in just two breaths, the frequency at which his pupils trembled could not keep up with the speed at which the images changed!
The scene presented by the Taiji Painting turned into a blurry shadow.
A huge amount of information surged over. Li Changshou's eyes hurt. His Dao heart was filled with images. His mind buzzed and he almost lost consciousness!
Fortunately, the Taiqing Saint realized that Li Changshou was still an "ant" in time. He raised his hand and pressed it on Li Changshou's back.
Li Changshou took a deep breath and sat there with a pale face. He tried his best to digest the information he had just received.
The Taiqing Teacher had just monitored the entire Three Realms and seemed to be looking for a "disturbance".
In those images, there were various cities in the mortal world, the kingdoms of the Heavenly Beings in the lower three heavens of the Nine Heavens Imperial Court, and the places where countless souls reincarnated in the Netherworld.
Li Changshou saw it …
Ling'E, who was dressed in a floral short skirt, was holding a fishing rod by the lake. She sat on a small stool and rested her chin on her hand as she stared at the lake in a daze.
For some reason, she had tied her long hair into two buns and wrapped it with the same fabric as her short skirt.
She should be trying out different styles of dressing.
He saw it too …
On the Three-Immortal Island, Yun Xiao, who was standing by the window with her eyes closed and focused, was surrounded by wisps of mysterious Dao runes.
She seemed to have comprehended something, but it was not a deep one. The window was facing the direction of the Duxian Gate.
I shouldn't be overthinking.
He could also see …
Three thousand generations of troubles, the mortal world is like a dream, like falling into a jar.
The Immortal Kingdom is endless. It's really difficult for Qi Refinement to seek longevity.
In a short period of time, the Taiqing Saint looked at countless mortal worlds and searched for the source of the "disturbance".
The information that Li Changshou had just received was just a little bit displayed through the Taiji Painting.
When he closed his eyes and focused on digesting the information, he could feel the light flickering outside his eyelids. His teacher, the Saint, was still searching the Three Realms.
At that moment, the heavenly secrets were blinded. Teacher was only relying on his own methods and did not use the power of the Heavenly Dao. Could he do that?
The part of Li Changshou's mind that had been freed up was only shock …
He could only say that he was indeed the strongest Saint.
He did not dare to let his teacher wait for long. Li Changshou focused on accepting the information. It was as if he was scooping sand out of the water. He forgot the useless information and stored the images that he cared about in his memories.
When Li Changshou's Dao heart stabilized, he felt a sense of weakness from the inside out.
If it were an expert from the Dao Sect other than the Eldest Senior Brother of the three sects, 90% of them would have fainted from the impact of the information just now. Li Changshou could only grit his teeth and endure it because he had been consciously tempering his mind.
In order to detonate more Earthly Fiend Heavenly Constellation Paper Effigies at the same time, the Spirit Explosion Array.
When Li Changshou opened his eyes, the Taiqing Saint's sigh sounded from the side. There were actually some emotional fluctuations.
He was a little disappointed.
What's going on?
Li Changshou looked up and saw his teacher closing his eyes. His haggard face revealed a hint of helplessness. The strongest Saint, who should have been calm and emotionless, was now …
"Teacher," Li Changshou asked softly, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
The Taiqing Saint shook his head slightly and opened most of his eyes. His gaze landed on Li Changshou's face and he tapped the Taiji Painting again.
The Yin-Yang Twin Fish slowly rotated. The image on it was a little blurry, but Li Changshou recognized where it was at a glance. He sensed two obscure Dao runes that seemed familiar.
Kunlun Mountain, the Three Friends Courtyard behind the Jade Void Palace!
The Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning of the Dao Sect and the Saint of the Western Sect, Daoist Guide!
This!
Li Changshou was 60% shocked. The rest was "cold". Then, he understood why his teacher was so helpless.
The only ones who could make Teacher worried were these two brothers of the Saint.
"Teacher," Li Changshou said, "Perhaps the Great Saint of the Western Sect is just trying to convince …"
Li Changshou did not believe it.
If the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning did not intend to join forces with the Western Sect, it would be difficult for him to enter the Three Friends Courtyard.
The Taiqing Saint sighed slowly again. The image in the Taiji Painting dissipated.
"Changshou."
"I'm here!"
Li Changshou hurriedly agreed.
"In the Purple Cloud Palace, stand in the Celestial Court."
"Yes." Li Changshou lowered his head and agreed. He already understood his teacher's decision.
Ren School decided not to help Jie School and Chan School.
The scene in the Three Pure Ones' courtyard just now made Li Changshou feel the difficulties and dangers of the Great Tribulation ahead. He experienced the uncontrollable nature of the game between Saints.
That scene was enough to make the Taiqing Saint sad and the Grandmaster of Heaven angry.
If there was an internal strife in the Dao Sect, it would be their own matter …
Li Changshou still did not want to believe it. He wondered if the Saint of Jie Yin was deliberately trying to divide the three Saints of the Dao Sect.
However, Li Changshou noticed two details.
Firstly, the reason why he could sense the Dao runes of the two Saints through the Taiji Painting was because the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning and the Saint of Jie Yin had attacked together to conceal the heavenly secrets and isolate detection …
Secondly, Saint Jie Yin and the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning were sitting.
"Don't worry."
The Saint of Taiqing said warmly.
Li Changshou endured the fatigue in his Dao heart and asked, "Teacher, can you take a look at where the two Saints of the Western Sect are?"
"Okay."
Lao Tzu of Taiqing pointed again. This time, the Taiji Painting did not take much effort and revealed a clear image.
It should be in a corner of the spiritual mountain. Saint Zhun Ti was sitting in front of a golden cauldron. His hands were maintaining the lotus flower seal, and his eyes were fixed on the flames in the golden cauldron.
"Psht."
The corners of the Taiqing Saint's mouth revealed a wisp of breath.
Is it disdain?
Are you expressing your disdain?
That's right. In the field of alchemy, Teacher's incarnation, the Grand Supreme Elder, is already standing at the peak. He can indeed mock Saint Zhun Ti.
Let's get down to business.
Zhun Ti and Jie Yin were not together, which proved that the scene in the Three Pure Ones' courtyard was not directed by the Western Sect.
Although the possibility was very low, he could not rule out such a situation previously.
"Teacher, can you take a look at where Third Uncle-Master is?"
"Okay."
Lao Tzu of Taiqing gently slid his fingers. The Yin-Yang Twin Fish on the Taiji Painting rotated for a while before revealing a barely clear image. The image was filled with clouds.
Whoosh, whoosh …
The sound of water could be heard. He slowly zoomed in and saw the Grandmaster of Heaven Hierarch sitting upright in the familiar hot spring pool. Daoist Duobao was sitting behind the Grandmaster of Heaven Hierarch, and Zhao Gongming was sitting behind Daoist Duobao …
They each held a snow-white towel and helped the Saint and senior brother in front of them scrub their backs. At the same time, they chatted about men.
"Gongming, when do you plan to marry Jin Ling?
I'll help you arrange it properly. Then, I'll ask Changgeng to preside over the wedding for you. I'll bring Second Senior Brother's disciples over to take a look.
If he only accepts male disciples, they will all be dumbfounded, right? "
"Master, don't be anxious. Jin Ling still doesn't want me to tell anyone. She's shy …"
"Master," Daoist Duobao said, "I think we should do this after the Great Tribulation ends. It's just nice."
"Ah, I wonder how many little fellows will not be able to survive this Great Tribulation." The Grandmaster of Heaven Hierarch sighed. "Bribe Changgeng more and ask him to help arrange for a few remnant souls to go to the Celestial Court.
When I go to the Purple Cloud Palace this time, I will help you fight for it. At most, I'll fight with Teacher. Anyway, I'm the youngest … "
The Grandmaster of Heaven Hierarch's voice gradually faded along with the sound of water. The image on the Taiji Painting dissipated again.
Third Uncle-Master was clearly going to be tricked by Second Uncle-Master. He had already started to contact external help, and he was still discussing how thick-skinned the Goddess of Golden Spirit was.
This!
Sleepiness attacked Li Changshou and he could not help but yawn. He hurriedly raised his hand to cover the corner of his mouth.
"Don't sleep for too long. Recover your mind."
The Saint of Taiqing said warmly. Li Changshou could not hold on any longer. He looked ashamed and lowered his head to thank him. However, before he raised his head, his mind gradually closed.
The indescribable sense of security beside his teacher made Li Changshou's mind, which had been supporting for hundreds of years, completely relax.
At that moment, the Cosmic Ruler flew out on its own and turned into a hard pillow that landed behind Li Changshou.
The Mysterious Yellow Pagoda emitted wisps of Mysterious Yellow aura that covered Li Changshou's body like a thin blanket, pushing him to lie down slowly.
The meditation cushion under Li Changshou opened up and turned into a long and narrow "mattress", allowing Li Changshou to lie down comfortably.
The Saint of Taiqing pointed out a wisp of Dao runes and wrapped it around Li Changshou's cheek, helping him enter a deep sleep. Then, he continued to stare at the Taiji Painting.
Li Changshou had a dream.
He dreamed that Saint Jie Yin and the Heavenly Lord of Primordial Beginning had parted on bad terms. He dreamed that Saint Zhun Ti's Pill Furnace had exploded and a charred golden cicada had jumped out.
He dreamed that when the Grandmaster of Heaven Hierarch was scrubbing Daoist Duobao's back, he reminded Daoist Duobao to lose weight in order to avoid the three highs.
The scene in the dream changed and turned into a white world. The Goddess of Mercy, who was lying beside the pool and had a human body and a snake tail, was drinking immortal wine with her head raised. She looked at the comic book in front of her with tears streaming down her face and gritted her teeth as she cursed, "Why are you here?
She gritted her teeth and cursed, "This bastard Li Changgeng dared to draw such a cute sister away! Do you believe that I'll give you a sword!?! "
Li Changshou, who was sleeping, trembled a few times.
He dreamed that the Primordial Saint had sent a blade. What a nightmare.
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