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 several elders in the sect talk about it many times. 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 that you cannot teach peace, we can understand this."

"Especially, Senior Sister Qingsu, Master Dazhi values ​​his only son very highly. Master Dazhi is now the Wealth Immortal of our Wan Yun Sect. All the peak masters have to give him a bit of a thumbs-down, 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 my 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 all kinds of fighting magic. With her guidance and the apprentice's own efforts, there has never been such a thing as "cannot teach" or "cannot learn".

Qingsu held her chin and thought about it.

Could it be that she really wasn't qualified 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 this way.

Qingsu checked Li Pingan'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, and 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.

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

Li Ping'an's weird ideas are as numerous as the stars at night.

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

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

In fact, the apprentice also has some strange things.

For example, Li Ping'an has made rapid progress twice in the past two years.

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 from the fourth level of the Void Refining Realm to the sixth level of the Void Refining Realm.

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

This actually made Qing Su a little disappointed. She felt that her apprentice was not close to her and she 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 gently, 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 teaching, establishes a career, and spreads branches. This is where all the things of a master and a disciple lie."

"Although the teacher precedes the Tao, the path to immortality is long and it is not uncommon for the disciple to be higher than the teacher. Therefore, there is only a priority between the two, and there is no debate about superiority or inferiority."

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

This is how it prospers.'

'The sages have said that disciples respect their masters 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.

After Qingsu read the first chapter, she 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 practice progress went 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 Taoist 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 the master doing?

Just as Li Ping'an was about to speak out, his soul felt dizzy again, and his weak spiritual consciousness dispersed outside his body. 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 let out a long sigh in his heart.

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

He is already a Qi Master 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 be filial to Master, and, um, I should also provide for Master in his old age.'

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

Although it hurts, I dare not 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 disciple 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 a 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 petals of 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 tinkering with something."

Li Ping'an 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 brighter than usual.

There are two more storage magic weapons.
To be continued...