"The purity of your muscles is too poor."
That day.
An old man with a muscular body put his hands together, took a deep breath, and said to another old man who also had a muscular body but was shivering.
"Master Zhu, have you ever felt the cells in your body trembling?"
Laojun put his hands together and asked with full energy.
The current Laojun.
Doesn't look like a Taoist priest.
He looks more like a muscular old man from a hot-blooded anime from some island country.
I can’t tell exactly which muscular old man he is.
All in all, it's just very weird.
Deng Ru didn't know which old man's memories he had obtained for him.
It's a bit strange and very abnormal.
But, surprisingly reasonable.
The painting style is unique.
Nuclei: krypton and hydrogen.
"...Hiss, I understand, Tianzun."
Taoist Zhu felt the changes in his body and knew that Laojun was not going to kill him.
My body is getting stronger.
This feeling cannot be deceived.
"It's good that you've realized it. Refining your body still requires some external help. I'll mark some areas for you. You need to hone these areas every day. Just treat them as the training grounds of the Heavenly Court, where the Heavenly Soldiers can hone their skills."
As Laojun spoke, the soft sword behind him shot out of its sheath and drew several cuts on the body of the Taoist priest Zhu.
Taoist Zhu bared his teeth, not knowing whether to curse or what else to say.
After all, if you curse, the person in front of you is Taiqing Daode Da Tianzun.
Stop swearing.
Dare to say no.
The whole family will evaporate in the next second.
However, he, Zhu Daoren, does not have a complete family.
"Little demon, thank you, Tianzun, for the Dharma!"
Taoist Zhu naturally felt that those were the places he usually neglected.
Those places, to be honest, really need those little guys to enter the gaps drawn by Laojun to be tempered.
"I will stay in this world for a while, so you don't have to panic."
Laojun said to Zhu Taoist.
"It is our honor that Tianzun can stay in our world."
Taoist Zhu said respectfully.
If there was only fear before.
Taoist Zhu now has a deep respect for Laojun.
I came all the way here just to beat him up.
wrong.
It is to teach him.
How can this be called a dignified elder?
This is clearly the old man next door who gave me candy when I was a child...what a good grandpa.
That’s it, this candy.
He might have a bit of a violent streak in him.
It hurts a lot, the kind that makes me feel like I’m dying.
Laojun ignored Zhu Daoren's flattery.
After all, that's the way of a teacher.
The Master of All Worlds does not accept payment.
I don’t ask for any filial piety from my disciples or any desire to repay my master.
If a disciple is filial, that is the disciple’s business.
That's good.
Be it flattery or reward.
All of this can be attributed to filial piety.
But as a master, there is no need to force filial piety on disciples.
At least, the realm of the Master of All Realms.
That's right.
Laojun left after teaching his disciples.
As long as you teach, you will be a teacher for a day.
They are all counted among the three thousand disciples.
Just teach the three thousand Dao rhymes.
Laojun was able to achieve the status of a Taoist god and become a saint instantly.
.......
"Wow~ What beautiful flowers."
In a city in Daxia.
A young child sighed as he looked at a delicate flower.
Without him noticing, a middle-aged man was rushing over angrily with a middle-aged woman.
The woman seemed to want to stop the man, but she was just a woman, how could she stop a strong middle-aged man?
"Practice hard, don't be lazy!"
The middle-aged man slapped the child on the head.
The man was wearing the clothes of a constable and seemed to be a member of the imperial court.
But his cultivation is not high.
He looks to be in his forties.
At over forty years old, he still hasn't even reached the threshold of refining essence into qi.
Obviously, his qualifications in this life have been limited to this.
"Dad! I don't want to practice martial arts..."
The child looked to be about four or five years old, with a look of grievance on his face.
"Shut up! Daxia is a nation founded on martial arts and we respect warriors."
"Your father suffered a loss at the hands of your grandfather. He didn't lay a solid foundation for martial arts training, so now he hasn't even touched the path of martial arts and can only work as a minor official in this county government."
The middle-aged man scolded with a stern face.
"But I don't have the talent for martial arts! I want to learn painting!"
The child seemed to finally muster up the courage and retorted.
"You!!! Why don't you understand your father's good intentions? I'm going to smash all of your paintbrushes today!"
The middle-aged man looked at the rebellious child, and a nameless anger surged in his heart.
He strode into his house and took out the paintbrush that his child usually used to paint.
There are also paintings made by Zhizi these days.
The scrolls of paintings depict mountains, birds, fish, insects, and a family of three.
Although very immature.
But the child was only four or five years old.
Being able to draw like this obviously requires some talent.
"I let you draw! I let you draw!"
The middle-aged man broke the paintbrush and threw the sheets of drawing paper to the ground.
The pair of black boots trampled on the child's painting.
The painting at the top shows three stick figures, two of them large, smiling as they watch the small figure sitting in the courtyard painting.
But, ironically, the adults in the painting are smiling.
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