Li Changshou understood a truth in his previous life—
[Life, there are always many suddens, and there is also a "baldness" that must be experienced once.]
Therefore, we must learn to thank ourselves, thank our fate for tossing about us, and thank ourselves for everything that has tossed our fate.
For example, at this very moment, Li Changshou is very grateful for the prehistoric stage play that he has created in the past ten years—"Yang Jian Down the Mountain", which made him...
I found a common topic with my teacher, the sage!
On the 21st day after arriving at Taiqing Temple, Li Changshou returned almost all of his mind to his body, so as to ensure that when the teacher spoke, he could give correct, timely, reasonable and in line with the teacher's wishes.
Communicating with saints is really too troublesome.
Among other things, Li Changshou now seriously suspects that his teacher has gone beyond the prehistoric rules, which has caused him to become confused in the 'time rules'.
A timescale of three years, equal to 'coming soon';
The interval between each speech is stable at 'half moon'.
Ordinary people rush through life for dozens of years, in the eyes of the teacher, they are probably like mayflies who live and die at night;
The long years that this world has existed until now, the teacher must have forgotten the time scale that should have been there.
Li Changshou sighed from the bottom of his heart, and suppressed his feelings;
Inexplicably, I have a little more admiration and respect for Teacher Taiqing.
How peaceful and smooth the Dao Heart should be, so that the years can flow by unnoticed, without too many waves.
Is this the top of the living beings
"Yang Jian, not bad."
Hearing the teacher's words suddenly, Li Changshou thought for a moment, smiled for a moment, bowed his head slightly for a moment, and replied in a gentle voice: "He has a good character, is resolute and calm, and he is indeed an excellent rising star in the Taoist sect."
The Taiqing sage said: "You have arranged well."
Li Changshou smiled awkwardly, and just as he was about to continue answering, two wisps of yin and yang qi flew out from the sleeve of the Taiqing sage, and condensed into a faint Taiji diagram, in which an extremely clear picture appeared.
True billion pixels.
What shocked Li Changshou the most was that the Tai Chi Tu, which was a three-piece set of the innate treasure and the opening of the sky, was so docile and extremely smooth at this time, and the majesty of the boss of Tu disappeared.
Li Changshou had imagined the scene in the picture many times before, and it felt quite familiar.
That handsome young Taoist and future Heavenly Court God General Yang Jian, holding a sword, faced more than a dozen monsters in front of him who were wrapped in black air and were frantically about to attack the distant villages. The divine light is revealed.
He suddenly raised his sword, and the blade slashed across his palm, and drops of golden blood dripped out!
"come!"
Yang Jian shouted angrily, and the dozen or so monsters were stimulated by the precious blood of his mysterious body, and rushed towards him like crazy.
Yang Jian's feet slammed on the ground, leaving cracked gullies on the ground, like arrows flying from the string, like falling comets!
The sword light flashed, and his body pierced through a bat-like monster, rushed into the monster's encirclement, and then tore off his robe with one hand, revealing a pale golden body, roaring with his head down, and slashing with his sword!
That sword, at this moment, looks so thin, like a piece of paper or a wooden sword!
Eighty-nine profound arts
No, this is obviously the Eighty-Nine Tearing Clothes Mysterious Art!
The law of the battlefield [the less you wear, the higher your defense], which is usually only available to fairies, has been extended to the group of male fairies, making male fairies more confident, holding their heads high and becoming real men!
This is the true meaning of the eighty-nine profound arts that Li Changshou has comprehended for many years!
Because of Yang Jian's outstanding performance, Li Changshou finally took the initiative to find something to talk about, and whispered beside him: "Teacher, what do you think of this Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art?"
"Fair."
A faint smile appeared on the corner of the Taiqing saint's mouth, "Although it is a physical training, it protects the soul."
Li Changshou said: "This disciple of Xuan Gong also practiced a little bit, see, teacher."
While speaking, Li Changshou rolled up his sleeves, and his hands gradually changed from palm to wrist. The originally fair skin gradually turned into pale gold, and the gold gradually became brighter and darker, and finally changed from dark gold to the original yellow of the human race.
The palm of the hand is like a strong spiritual treasure, which seems to be able to penetrate the sky and crush the earth.
The Taiqing sage nodded slowly, and said again: "If there is no blood essence of the ancestor witch, this mystery is only in the middle."
"Teacher, you can see the disadvantages of this profound art at a glance, but the disciple has comprehended it for decades."
Li Changshou said with a smile: "The Empress Houtu created this profound art by combining the warfare methods of the witch clan. She originally wanted to create a perfect art, but she took everything into consideration, and instead the word 'extreme' was missing.
If you can't reach the extreme, you can't break through the limit. Although the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu can be developed quickly for hundreds of years, it is still impossible to create a master like Senior Brother Gongming.
Although the original essence and blood of the ancestral witch can make up for it, the original essence and blood are really too little. "
"good."
Lao Tzu's smile was tainted with a bit of comfort, and he responded with this sentence, and then fell into a long silence.
Is the teacher happy, or do you think he talks too much
Li Changshou thought about it for a while, and found that the word 'good', teacher, should mean an expression of approval and comfort, and he didn't say too much before.
Hey, communicating with a sage is really the most difficult technical job in the prehistoric world.
I don't know if the Taiqing sage forgot to put it away, or he intentionally left it for Li Changshou to watch, but the Taiji diagram still locked on Yang Jian's figure, showing a clear picture.
After a fierce battle, he was injured, he protected the mortal village, and received the gratitude of the mortals, and was given a broken Lingbao spear handed down by the ancestors here.
This was naturally a small gift arranged by Li Changshou.
After all, Yang Jian was still young, so he was very happy to get a treasure at this time. He galloped thousands of miles around the village for two days to remove hidden dangers everywhere, and then headed towards the "evil place" according to the news he heard.
If Li Changshou remembers correctly, there are also small tender theaters on this road, such as [Little Fairy Selling Stars] and [Old Man by the River Waiting for the Return of His Dead Soul].
The primary experience can only make the experiencer feel that his life is threatened, and he will continue to fight in order to survive and strive to break through his own limit.
For advanced training, it is necessary to add some thinking about human nature and concern for the kindness of people on the basis of the basic level, in the interval between fierce battles, so that even if the trainee guesses that this is a pre-arranged drama, he can still produce A little touch of the soul.
Not to mention, Li Changshou gradually felt a subtle sense of joy as he collected his mind at this time, broadcast it through the Taiji diagram, and became a simple "spectator" enjoying the drama he arranged.
It's like admiring the artwork that I have worked so hard to make.
After thirteen or fourteen days and nights, the Taiqing sage spoke slowly:
"The dragon clan is rotten, and it should be rectified with care."
Li Changshou was stunned for a moment, not sure what the teacher thought of, but he thought quickly, grasped the train of thought, and replied beside him:
"Teacher, the corruption of the Dragon Clan has been accumulated for many years. When the Hai Clan rebelled and the Western religion plotted against the Dragon Clan, many Dragon Clans have been awakened. Generally speaking, the effect is limited.
Teacher, are you worried that with the rise of Heaven, many dragons will sink into ancient dreams, and even take the rise of Heaven as their own credit, thus disrupting the order of heaven and earth? "
The Taiqing sage... laughed again.
"good."
Li Changshou thought for a while again, and said: "Teacher, don't worry, in this catastrophe, the disciples will try their best to arrange some conflicts, beat and beat the dragon clan, so that the dragon clan can recognize their position."
The Taiqing sage nodded slowly, said "good" again, closed his eyes with a smile, and entered...
next dialogue cycle.
'What will the teacher ask later? '
Li Changshou couldn't help but have such doubts in his heart, sat by the side and began to predict wildly.
However, after half a month, Li Changshou deeply realized the fundamental gap in life between himself and his teacher...
This time it was not the sage who took the initiative to speak, but the sage of Taiqing slowly raised his hand and tapped lightly on the Taiji diagram. The picture on the Taiji diagram began to jump and change continuously, and the beating speed became faster and faster!
Li Changshou's eyes originally swayed from side to side following the pictures, but after two breaths, the frequency of his pupils trembling could no longer keep up with the changing speed of the pictures!
The scene presented by the Taiji Diagram has become a blur of light and shadow.
Massive information came rushing in, Li Changshou's eyes ached, his Dao heart was filled with images, his brain buzzed, and he almost lost consciousness!
Fortunately, the Taiqing sage discovered that Li Changshou was just an 'ant' in time, so he raised his palm and pressed it on Li Changshou's back.
Li Changshou exhaled softly, and sat there with a pale face, trying to digest the information he just received.
Teacher Taiqing, who has just monitored the entire Three Realms, seems to be looking for a trace of 'disturbance'.
In these pictures, there are mortal cities everywhere, there is a kingdom of heaven and man in the triple heaven under the nine-fold sky tower, and there is a nether world where countless souls reincarnate and reincarnate.
Li Changshou saw it...
Ling'e, who was wearing a floral short skirt, was holding a fishing rod in a dignified manner by the lake, sitting on a ponytail, staring at the lake with her chin in a daze.
For some reason today, she tied her long hair into two balls and wrapped it with the same fabric as the short skirt.
It should be trying different dressing styles.
He also saw...
On Sanxian Island, he was standing by the window with his eyes closed, his body surrounded by strands of mysterious Taoist clouds.
She seems to have some insights, but the insights are not deep, and the position facing the window is the direction of Duxianmen.
It should be, not to think too much.
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Three thousand generations have been disturbed one after another, and the world of mortals is like a dream entering an urn.
There are endless calculations in the fairyland, and it is difficult to refine Qi and find the truth to live forever.
The Taiqing sage has seen countless worlds at a glance in a short period of time, searching for the source of that 'disturbance'.
The message that Li Changshou just accepted is just the slightest bit shown through the Taiji diagram.
When he closed his eyes and concentrated on digesting the information, he could feel the lights flickering outside his eyelids, and his sage teacher was still searching the Three Realms.
At this time, the secret of heaven was deceived, and the teacher was able to achieve such a level only by his own means, without the help of the power of heaven
The part of Li Changshou's mind that was freed up was only shocked at this moment...
It can only be said that he deserves to be the strongest saint.
Not daring to keep the teacher waiting for a long time, Li Changshou concentrated on accepting these messages, like catching sand in the water, forgetting the useless messages by himself, and letting those images he cared about be stored in memory.
When Li Changshou's Taoist heart regained its stability, he only felt a sense of weakness emanating from the inside out.
To the extent of the impact of those messages on the mind and spirit just now, 90% of Taoist masters other than the senior brothers of the Three Sects would faint directly. Li Changshou was able to grit his teeth and survive because he had been consciously sharpening his mind.
—In order to detonate more evil spirits at the same time.
When Li Changshou opened his eyes, the sigh of the Taiqing sage came from the side, and it was... a little emotional.
Slightly lost.
What's going on here
When Li Changshou looked up, he saw that his teacher had his eyes closed, and his haggard face revealed a touch of helplessness. The strongest saint who should have been calm and without any fluctuations at this moment...
"Teacher," Li Changshou asked in a low voice, "is there any disciple who can share your worries?"
The Taiqing sage shook his head slightly, his eyelids were half opened, his eyes fell on Li Changshou's face, and he clicked on the Taiji diagram again.
The Yin-Yang Pisces rotated slowly, but the picture presented on it was a bit blurry, but Li Changshou recognized where it was at a glance, and felt the two obscure dao rhymes that seemed familiar.
Kunlun Mountain, Sanyou Courtyard behind Yuxu Palace!
Yuanshi Tianzun, a Taoist sage, and a Western sage to guide Taoists!
this!
Li Changshou was 60% shocked in his heart, and everything else was "cold", and then he understood why the teacher was so helpless.
The only thing that can bother the teacher are these two holy brothers.
"Teacher," Li Changshou said, "maybe it's just that the great sage of the Western religion is trying to persuade..."
Half of what he said, Li Changshou himself didn't believe it.
If Yuanshi Tianzun had no intention of joining forces with Western religions, it would be difficult for Jieyin to enter the Sanyou courtyard.
The Taiqing sage sighed slowly again, and the picture in the Taiji diagram dissipated.
"longevity."
"The disciple is here!"
Li Changshou quickly agreed.
"In Zixiao Palace, you stand in the heavenly court."
"Yes," Li Changshou agreed with a bow, already understanding the teacher's decision in his heart.
Between intercepting education and explaining education, Renjiao decided not to help each other.
The scene in the Sanqing small courtyard just now made Li Changshou feel the difficulties and obstacles of the catastrophe ahead, and the uncontrollable nature of the sage's game.
But this scene was enough to make the Taiqing Saint sad and make the Master Tongtian angry.
If the Taoist sect is in conflict, it's just a matter of one's own family...
Li Changshou still didn't want to believe it in his heart, and he wondered to himself, did the leading saint intend to divide the three saints of the Taoist sect
But then, Li Changshou noticed two details.
First, the reason why he could feel the Dao rhyme of the two saints through the Taiji diagram was that the Yuanshi Tianzun and the receiving saints worked together to cover up the secrets and isolate the investigation...
Second, the guiding sage and Yuanshi Tianzun are both sitting.
"no need to worry."
The Taiqing sage said in a gentle voice.
Li Changshou endured the exhaustion of his Taoism and asked, "Teacher, can you take a look at where the two saints of the Western religion are?"
"good."
Taiqing Lao Tzu pointed out his finger again, this time the Taiji Diagram showed a clear picture without much effort.
It should be in a corner of Lingshan, the saint Zhunti was sitting in front of a golden cauldron, holding the lotus seal with both hands, staring at the beating flames in the golden cauldron.
"laugh."
There was a breath of breath from the corner of Taiqing Saint's mouth.
Are you disdainful
Are you always expressing disdain
That's right, in the field of alchemy, the teacher's incarnation, Taishang Laojun, has already stood at the pinnacle, and he can indeed laugh at Zhunti Saint.
Say business, say business.
This quasi-mention and introduction are not together, which proves that the scene in the Sanqing Courtyard was not directed and performed by Western teachers.
Although the possibility is very low, it cannot be ruled out before.
"Teacher, can you take a look at where the Third Martial Uncle is?"
"good."
Lao Tzu Taiqing slid his fingers lightly, and the yin and yang Pisces on the Taiji diagram rotated for a while, before revealing a barely clear picture, which was filled with clouds and mist.
Whoa, whoa—
The sound of water came, and the angle of view slowly narrowed, but in the familiar hot spring pool on that side, Master Tongtian was sitting upright, Taoist Duobao was sitting behind Master Tongtian, and Taoist Zhao Gongming was sitting behind Taoist Duobao...
Each held a snow-white towel, rubbed the backs of the saints and brothers in front of them vigorously, and chatted about some men's topics by the way.
"Gongming, when do you plan to marry Jin Ling
As a teacher, I will help you make arrangements, and then let Chang Geng come over to preside over your marriage, and bring all the disciples of the second senior brother over to have a look.
Let him only love to accept male disciples, will everyone be dumbfounded by then? "
"Master, don't worry, Jin Ling won't let her disciple speak to the outside world, she has a thin face..."
"Master," Daoist Duobao also said, "I feel that it will be a joy to deal with this matter after the catastrophe is over."
"Oh, I don't know how many little guys can't survive this catastrophe," Tongtian Sect Master sighed, "Bribe Chang Geng more, let him help arrange a few more remnant souls to go to heaven.
This time I will go to Zixiao Palace as a teacher, and I will help you fight for it. If you are a teacher, you will have a fight with the teacher. Anyway, the teacher is the youngest... "
The voice of Master Tongtian gradually faded along with the sound of rushing water, and the picture on the Taiji diagram disappeared again.
The third uncle is clearly going to be tricked by the second uncle, and they have started to contact foreign aid over there, and they are still discussing the thick skin of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit.
this!
Drowsiness hit, Li Changshou couldn't help yawning, and quickly raised his hand to cover the corner of his mouth.
"Don't sleep for too long, recover your mind."
The Taiqing sage said softly, Li Changshou really couldn't hold it anymore, he looked ashamed, bowed his head to thank him, but before he raised his head, his mind gradually closed.
The indescribable sense of security next to the teacher made Li Changshou feel completely relaxed after hundreds of years of support.
At that moment, the Qiankun Ruler flew out by itself, turned into a hard pillow, and landed behind Li Changshou.
Xuanhuang Pagoda released strands of Xuanhuang breath, covering Li Changshou like a thin blanket, pushing him to lie down slowly.
The futon under Li Changshou opened up and turned into a long and narrow 'mattress', allowing Li Changshou to lie down comfortably.
The Taiqing sage tapped out a dao rhyme, which wrapped around Li Changshou's cheeks, helping him fall into a deep sleep, and then continued to stare at the Taiji diagram.
Li Changshou had a dream.
He dreamed that the sage who received and led the sage and Yuanshi Tianzun broke up unhappy, and dreamed that the alchemy furnace of the sage Zhunti exploded, and a burnt golden cicada popped out of it;
I dreamed that when Master Tongtian was rubbing Taoist Duobao's back, he told Taoist Duobao to lose weight in order to avoid the three highs.
The scene in the dream changed, and it turned into a white world, lying on the side of the pool, the Virgin Mary with a snake's tail, was drinking fairy wine with her head up, looking at the comic book in front of her with tears streaming down her face , and gritted his teeth and cursed:
'This bastard Li Changgeng, dare to paint such a cute little sister! Believe it or not, I will give you a sword! '
Li Changshou trembled a few times in his sleep.
In the dream, I dreamed that the prehistoric sage sent blades, it was a nightmare.