Lu Qingshan personally escorted them down the mountain.

"Respectfully seeing off Daoist Qin!"

"Respectfully seeing off Daoist Qin!"

A deafening sound rang out from Qingyang Temple.

Qin Luo walked to the foot of the mountain and clasped his hands in return to the direction of Qingyang Temple. Shi Tou looked at him with respect and bowed back in the same manner as Qin Luo.

Qin Luo looked at the stone and smiled slightly. He was serious, unlike the little dumpling, who was just playing around when bowing.

Lu Qingshan watched Qin Luo and the others disappear into the night. He thought for a long time and finally decided to go down the mountain to travel.

early morning.

Deep in the woods.

Qin Luo took out the golden gourd and collected the dew around him. Shi Tou climbed a tall tree to pick fruit, and Xiao Tuanzi roasted insects by the campfire.

A woodcutter in his prime walked into the deep mountains. When he saw Qin Luo, who had an otherworldly air about him, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaimed, "Greetings, Immortal Master!"

A gentle breeze lifted the woodcutter up, and Qin Luo said with a smile, "No need for formalities, may I ask where this place is?"

The woodcutter quickly replied, "This is Nanxi Mountain."

Qin Luo smiled and nodded, "Are there any demons or monsters nearby?"

The woodcutter shook his head. "There are plenty of wild beasts, but no demons or monsters."

Qin Luo nodded slightly. Shi Tou jumped down from the tree and picked a lot of fruit. "Sister Tuanzi, these are all good fruits."

Is it sweet?

"I haven't tried it yet."

The little dumpling handed the stone a skewer of roasted insects in exchange for a fruit that it considered quite good.

Qin Luo said softly, "Let's go."

"Here I am!"

The little dumpling flew onto my shoulder.

After extinguishing the nearly dead campfire, Shi Tou ran to catch up with Qin Luo.

The woodcutter watched them leave, chuckling to himself, "I never expected to meet a deity in the mountains. My luck should turn around this year."

Qin Luo didn't walk very fast, but one of his steps was equivalent to many of Shi Tou's steps. Shi Tou could only catch up by running all the way. In addition, he was carrying a heavy black pot on his back, and he was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

The little dumpling is still reciting the Thousand Character Classic.

Qin Luo would explain the meaning of these words to her.

The little dumpling suddenly asked, "Big brother, are the stories in the Thousand Character Classic true? I've never heard of them."

Qin Luo smiled and said, "This is the history of other civilizations. You don't need to worry about whether it's true or false, because history always repeats itself in surprising ways."

The little dumpling nodded as if it understood but not quite.

It was almost noon.

Qin Luo arrived at the foot of a towering tree.

Shi Tou squatted on the ground, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Although he was very tired, it was much better than when he first had no shoes.

Qin Luo picked up a twig, squatted down in front of the stone, drew a circle on the ground, then drew a Tai Chi diagram, and then drew the Eight Trigrams outside it.

Stone looked at it intently.

Qin Luo said softly, "This is Taiji. Taiji gives rise to Yin and Yang, and Yin and Yang are the two polarities. All things in the world are created by the interplay of Yin and Yang."

"Three horizontal lines represent the Qian trigram, which symbolizes Heaven. Three horizontal lines separated represent the Kun trigram, which symbolizes Earth..."

Qin Luo explained Yin and Yang and the Eight Trigrams to Shi Tou. He did not choose to teach Shi Tou to read or teach him principles, but directly taught him cultivation.

Stone listened very attentively.

The little dumpling was dozing off; she had heard about these things at the Dragon Tiger Temple.

After a midday of instruction, Shi Tou had learned a lot. He muttered to himself, "Qian has three horizontal lines, Kun has six broken lines, Li is empty in the middle, Kan is full in the middle..."

Shi Tou sat cross-legged under the tree, meditating. The Bagua diagram appeared in his mind, but he didn't know how to use it.

Qin Luo's voice rang in his ears, "The wind is picking up. Try to sense its presence."

"The wind is Xun."

Stone muttered to himself, the Xun hexagram appearing in his mind. He sensed the presence of the wind, not the feeling of the wind blowing on his face, but the clear feeling of the wind playing around him.

The stone reached out to try and catch a wisp of wind, but the wind slipped through its fingers.

"Don't try to manipulate them, but call upon them with your heart and treat them as friends." Qin Luo maintained reverence for all things in heaven and earth.

Stone lowered his hand and sat cross-legged quietly. Leaves fell from the tree, and just as they were about to hit the ground, a gust of wind lifted them up.

Seeing this, Qin Luo smiled and nodded. Shi Tou was exceptionally talented, no less so than his junior brother.