This thunderous roar caused the teacher's ears to ring and his heart to beat rapidly. He almost fainted. When Yi Shuihan's father heard the sound of wind and thunder, he immediately rushed in and dragged the teacher, who was already trembling in fear, out.
The first thing the teacher, whose hair and face were disheveled by the strong wind, said after he recovered was, "I won't do this even if you beat me to death. If I continue to do this, I'll lose my life." After he finished speaking, he did not even ask for his payment and scrambled out of the courtyard.
Looking at Yi Shuihan's innocent face, Yi Xin patted Yi Shuihan's head and smiled bitterly.
From then on, no teacher dared to teach Yi Shuihan.
Yi Xin also sighed and shook his head bitterly every day.
Coincidentally, just as Yi Xin decided to teach his son personally, a young wandering Daoist came to visit and claimed that he wanted to be the child's teacher.
Yi Xin was a Daoist. Seeing that the person was dressed in a Daoist robe and had a celestial aura, he immediately invited the Daoist into the house and asked the Daoist's Daoist name and celestial background. The Daoist waved his hand and smiled, saying that he was a wandering Daoist and his Daoist name was Qing Zhu. This time, he specially came to seek a master-disciple relationship.
Yi Xin was puzzled and quickly asked for the reason. The Daoist smiled and said that this was a heavenly secret and could not be revealed. He told Yi Xin that he had a master-disciple relationship with this child and that he would be teaching this child in the future.
Yi Xin saw that although the Daoist was young, he had a celestial aura and decided to give it a try. He agreed to the Daoist's request and decided to give it a try.
From then on, Daoist Qing Zhu officially became Yi Shuihan's teacher.
At first, Yi Shuihan did not take this teacher to heart. He felt that it would not be long before this teacher would be like the previous one and leave. However, he did not expect that this teacher would be completely different from the previous one.
This Daoist Qing Zhu was extremely knowledgeable. He knew everything from astronomy to geography. There was nothing he did not know.
This was secondary. What Yi Shuihan admired the most was this teacher's Dao techniques and his temperament of being as calm as still water.
Yi Shuihan remembered one time when the Daoist was talking about Dong Zhuo's bloodthirsty nature in the Three Kingdoms period and how he massacred tens of thousands of people in a single day. Yi Shuihan's temper flared up. He could not suppress the anger in his heart and slammed the table angrily. In an instant, a strong wind blew in all directions in the courtyard, sending sand and stones flying. In the blink of an eye, the clear sky was immediately covered by dark clouds. Strong winds blew, lightning flashed, and thunder rolled.
He then looked at Daoist Qing Zhu and smiled. He calmly picked up an oilcloth umbrella beside him, opened it, and threw it into the air.
That oilcloth umbrella was specially prepared by Yi Shuihan's father for the Daoist. Yi Shuihan was full of emotions. If there was a storm, it could be used as a temporary shelter.
The oilcloth umbrella was an ordinary oilcloth umbrella, but in Daoist Qing Zhu's hands, it became extraordinary.
The oilcloth umbrella slowly rotated and rose. As it rose, it became bigger and bigger. The umbrella that was three feet in size finally turned into a huge umbrella cover that was more than ten feet in size, covering the entire courtyard!
Yi Shuihan was stunned by the scene in front of him. His anger immediately dissipated. He was completely captivated by Daoist Qing Zhu's Dao techniques.
Once his anger dissipated, the thunder and lightning in the sky disappeared and everything returned to normal.
Daoist Qing Zhu saw that the weather had returned to normal and waved his hand at the huge umbrella in the air. The oilcloth umbrella slowly fell and returned to its original appearance.
Yi Shuihan, who did not think much of Daoist Qing Zhu, was completely convinced.
Not only him, even Yi Xin, who had been secretly observing, was completely stunned by this scene. He did not expect this young Daoist to have such god-like skills.
From then on, the entire Yi family treated Daoist Qing Zhu as an important guest. Yi Shuihan was especially polite to his god-like teacher. He did not dare to be careless. Daoist Qing Zhu was still the same. He would appear punctually at the Yi family residence every morning and leave before sunset, rain or shine.
Time flew by, and five years passed very quickly. The gifted and intelligent Yi Shuihan had also grown from an ignorant child into a knowledgeable, refined and elegant young man.
That night, Yi Shuihan, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt someone calling his name. When he opened his eyes, he found Taoist Enshi Qing Zhu standing beside his bed, looking at him with a smile.
"Master, why are you here?" Yi Shuihan quickly sat up and got off his bed.
"I'm here to bid you farewell," Daoist Qing Zhu looked at Yi Shuihan and said calmly.
"Farewell?" Yi Shuihan asked curiously, "Master, where are you going?" He felt that something was wrong.
"I'm going back," Daoist Qing Zhu said with a smile.
"Go back?" Yi Shuihan was even more confused, "Where are we going?"
Daoist Qing Zhu pointed above him, "Up there."
"Up there?" Yi Shuihan looked up at the ceiling, not understanding what his master meant.
"I've been in the lower realm for five days. It's time to go back," Daoist Qing Zhu said calmly.
"Lower realm? The Lower Realm? "Yi Shuihan suddenly understood what his master meant when he pointed above his head.
"Master, you're a god?" Are you an immortal? "Yi Shuihan stuttered.
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