In March, the grass grows and the birds fly.

Guangping Yunshui lives in the courtyard, with lush bamboos and green grass.

The junior brother He Tong set up an altar, stepped on the turtle and made a living, and wrote the talismans with every stroke and stroke, meticulously.

"Edict!"

With He Tong's low moan, the ink pen tip in his hand gave birth to a ray of inspiration, and the last stroke of the word "shan" was outlined on the yellow talisman paper, and the talisman was written in an instant.

The ordinary yellow talisman paper quietly added a touch of indescribable charm, and the word "Taishan" in the talisman was faintly flashing.

It's done!

He Tong couldn't help but feel happy and came to the master with the Taishan Talisman:

"Master, the talisman book has been completed."

Master Xu Ping glanced casually and nodded absent-mindedly:

"It's not bad, but the heat is a little bit bad, so I have to keep working hard."

"yes!"

He Tong responded, then buried his head in writing the talisman again, feeling a little depressed.

He followed his master to practice in the Taoist cemetery and met many fellow practitioners. Compared with his peers, he was very good. He practiced the ninth level of Taoism and achieved some achievements.

Although the master praised it from time to time, he could see that the master was mostly encouraged, and he was not really satisfied and proud.

He Tongxiang Lai Conghui understands why Master’s strict requirements arise.

The reason is nothing else, the source is all in my senior brother.

He had not entered the world of cultivation before and was confused. After he truly entered the world of cultivation, he realized how amazing his senior brother's talent and achievements were.

"Hey, it's too difficult."

The junior brother He Tong couldn't help but sigh in his heart, gritted his teeth, and began to write quickly again.

Master Xu Ping didn't know his little disciple's thoughts. Although his eyes fell on He Tong, his eyes were erratic, wandering outside the sky, and his mind was absent-minded.

There was a little bit of worry.

The East China Sea feast has been almost two months old, and the eldest disciple Chu Chen has not returned yet.

Xu Ping is currently a sixth-grade immortal vocation and a fifth-grade Taoist vocation. He is not a small role in the Immortal Court Ghost and Gods Department. After inquiring from many sources, he already knows that the East China Sea feast has changed. His disciple Chu Chen is trapped in the Demon Abyss and is surrounded by a large army of demons. He is as dangerous as he is at risk of his life at any time.

Master Xu Ping was worried, upset, and was uncomfortable.

The disciple Chu Chen is not just an apprentice, but to him, he is also a Taoist companion on the road of cultivation. Whether it is deducing the [Hunyuan Xuan Gong] or revitalizing Lingshan, his disciples are all by his side.

It's the one he really walks with.

If someone is with you, even if the road ahead is bumpy and thorns are full of thorns, he can still make fun of hardships and obstacles as if he is easy to see.

When he thought that his disciple Chu Chen might not survive in danger, he felt lonely and desolate.

"Zhenyi, you can't have any trouble, the ancestors bless you!"

Master Xu Ping, who has always been a strong man, prayed secretly.

However, soon, a strange look appeared on his face and he looked outside the courtyard.

The ancestor appeared so soon?

"Master~ My senior brother and I are back!"

The little ghost's shouts broke the tranquility of the courtyard.

Chu Chen shook his body and came to the courtyard.

"Senior Brother~"

When the junior brother He Tong saw Chu Chen back, he saluted respectfully.

"Junior brother, you are good at practicing Taoism, it's not bad."

Chu Chen smiled and praised the hardworking junior brother, then his eyes fell on his master, Master Xu Ping, and gave a disciple's gift:

"Master, this East China Sea feast has some surprise, which makes you always worried."

"What are you going to worry about as a teacher? You have a deep blessing, so you still have to worry about as a teacher."

Master Xu Ping's expression was calm and looked indifferent. He looked completely different from his mother-in-law and mother just now.

The junior brother He Tong, who was beside him, pursed his lips. He could clearly see that the master was worried and the sorrow in his eyes could not be gone.

"Master, I'm sneezing in the Demon Abyss. It must be that the master is worried about us. I'm a fairy boy with my intuition. I have a clear intuition. You can't deceive me."

The little ghost swears with confidence.

At this moment, it has the confidence of omens and bad luck.

Master Xu Ping: "."

You are the ones who are bastards.

After being stabbed by the little ghost, Master Xu Ping's face turned blue and white. He was so stupid that he didn't know how to speak.

In the end, he had to cough repeatedly to cover up his embarrassment, and directly ignored the little ghost, and his eyes fell on Chu Chen.

With this view, Master Xu Ping looked strange.

When he saw his disciple coming back safely, he was happy and didn't pay attention to anything else, but after looking carefully, he could see the clues.

"Innate Mother Qi! Disciple, have you been able to break through the fifth level of Tao?"

Although Master Xu Ping was inquiring tone, he was confident that he was not mistaken.

[Hunyuan Sword Forging Mysterious Art] comes from [Hunyuan Sword Forging Mysterious Art], with the same root and origin, and he definitely has no reason to read it wrong.

Thinking about it, he also practiced step by step, and he knew the changes in the realms of various mystical practices. At that time, he also practiced step by step.

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He had a very bumpy journey at the beginning, and he crossed the river with a stone feeling, stumbling all the way. He practiced for more than three years before he was promoted from the sixth grade to the fifth grade Taoist practice.

This is because he did not encounter any major bottleneck, his overall practice was quite smooth, and there were countless precious medicines and spiritual materials given to his elders.

As for the disciple, he broke through from the sixth-grade Taoist practice to the fifth-grade level in less than two years.

The speed of practice is really shocking.

When Chu Chen saw that his master was quite surprised, he was very satisfied. He rushed back in a hurry, not for anything else, just like seeing his master's surprised and surprised expression.

"Master, I have a good opportunity for this East China Feast."

Chu Chen revealed this trip to the Demon Abyss.

"Yes~ You can break through, and the resources of cultivation are second. The most important thing is that you have spiritual roots, have a deep understanding of Taoism, comprehend with Yin and Yang, and the sixth-grade Taoism does not have many bottlenecks for you. Huang Laojun said it to enlighten me."

Master Xu Ping smiled and nodded, his expression full of praise.

However, deep down, Master Xu Ping felt a sense of urgency again.

Originally, he was quite satisfied with his practice, but now he is gone. If he doesn't work hard, it will probably take a few days for his disciple to think that his cultivation of Taoism will surpass him.

At that time, his disciple Chu Chen will turn around and give guidance to the master.

For Master Xu Ping, who is strong in character, it is really difficult to change this role for a while.

It is true that Master Xu Ping does not want his disciple to practice Taoism beyond his own cultivation, and wants to retain the majesty of "a teacher", but he does not mean to hide his skills.

He is unwilling to have his disciple's Taoist cultivation and cultivation catch up with him, because it is caused by self-esteem. He is so strong that he refuses to give up, but it does not mean that he is jealous of the virtuous and capable, and is jealous of his disciple's talent.

The silkworm will not end until it dies!

As a teacher, as long as the Taoist level is higher than that of his disciples and can guide his disciples, he will not "hide his hands" and will truly teach them all, burn the last glory, and teach the only remaining knowledge in the end.

Thinking of this, Master Xu Ping brought Chu Chen to the practice room, which was quite formal:

"Disciple, you have broken through the fifth grade. In the future, you and I will be the same. I will teach you for the last time."

Chu Chen was shocked and respectfully delivered a disciple's greeting:

"Master, you will always be my teacher."

"Hahaha~ Youth is better than you, and I am very happy to be a teacher."

Master Xu Ping smiled from the bottom of his heart, then cleared his throat and said:

"Disciple, do you know how the fifth-grade Taoist practice is different from the sixth-grade Taoist practice?"

(End of this chapter)

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