The tone of the Lord of Black Clothes seemed to be asking questions, but first it was Xuandu, then Qingniu, and now Taishang is also here. Apart from Taishang Xuanwei, is there any other possibility? Therefore, the tone of this question was actually very firm, and it was already forcing the question.

The old man with white hair and beard thought for a moment, then smiled and said:

"What do you want to ask?"

The Black-robed Great Daoist Master asked impatiently, "Is he your disciple?!"

If it was Tai Shang Xuan Wei, he would not have been able to teach this person, let alone forge a sword for him... The sword was entrusted by Hou Tu, so even if he was not happy about it, it still had to be forged. However, it was absolutely impossible for him to help forge the sword personally in this courtyard on earth as agreed before.

It was not that he took his anger and resentment out on Qi Wuhuo.

A person as unrestrained as Shangqing would never have such a petty character.

He was just feeling annoyed and unhappy, thinking that he had not noticed the background of this young Taoist for such a long time, and was teased by the Taoist Yuqing in vain. He felt ashamed, angry and annoyed, and he was unwilling to appear in front of this young Taoist again. How could he personally help forge the sword?

The old man with white beard and white hair looked at the Taoist friend who was coming aggressively and said slowly:

"No."

The sword in the black-clothed Taoist's hand suddenly stopped.

Full of suspicion: "??? No?"

The old man stroked his beard and said with emotion: "He is my future Taoist friend."

"So I came here just like you and Yuqing did."

Tai Shang knew this unruly yet calm Taoist friend too well, so he explained with a smile.

The black-robed Daoist Lord looked the Great Supreme Celestial Lord up and down and said, "Daoyou are deceiving me."

Tai Shang said with a smile: "Hahaha, Daoist friend, you look like this, I think you have been watching this kid for a long time. Have you ever seen me help him when he was in trouble, or have you seen him use any of my top skills? Just now, I saw that he knew several of Daoist friend's Tai Chi Lingwen, and when he used the swordsmanship, he also had some of Daoist friend's skills."

The black-robed Daoist Master's expression eased slightly, and he said, "This is just because he has a good understanding, and I just gave him some pointers."

"So it seems that you are the same?"

Tai Shang said: “Yes.”

He stroked his beard with his palm and sighed, "I only gave a few pointers, but they always did things beyond my expectations, doing things that even if I were to do them myself, I might not be able to do. It always amazed me, and I was surprised and happy. But I also felt that I am not alone in my path, and I am not alone in my generation."

Shangqing Daojun, who also felt the same, gradually calmed down and said, "I feel the same way."

"Qi Wuhuo's understanding is extraordinary, and he has the style of my generation."

Both of them became depressed, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.

Wei Taishang stroked his beard and asked with a smile: "I haven't asked you yet, what do you want to do here today?"

"But do you want to accept him as your disciple?"

Shangqing Daojun still maintained a dignified expression, sneered and said, "How is that possible!"

"What is my status?"

"How could you possibly come down to the mortal world just for a mere disciple?"

He paused for a moment, and then said naturally with a hint of arrogance, "It's just that Taoist friend Hou Tu Huang Di Zhi had done me a favor before. He defeated Gou Chen and left behind some fragments of weapons. And because this little Taoist had helped Hou Tu before, she took advantage of that favor and specially invited me here to forge a sword for this little Taoist."

"That's all, don't think too much about it."

The Supreme stroked his beard and smiled, "I see. This is hard to say."

Shang Qingwei raised his eyes and said, "What's there to be ashamed of?!"

Tai Shang smiled and said, "I have an agreement with this child. This time I come here to teach him for a period of time, three months, so I have to take up the morning time. After that, he has to go down the mountain to teach some children and treat people. He needs to be here after sunset to have time."

Shangqing Daojun said, "Oh? Are you telling me that I have to come and teach him at night?"

The Supreme smiled and waved his hand, saying: "I am only mentioning it. How you think and how you act is your own choice."

The black-robed Daoist Master said coldly, "Of course it is so."

"I am only going to forge swords, please don't misunderstand me."

"It will take another half a month for the sword embryo to be tempered. Should I come here in person or hand over the sword to you? We'll talk about it when the time comes." After he finished speaking, he disappeared into thin air. In an instant he was wandering around, and no one knew where he was. Tai Shang couldn't help but stroke his beard, thinking of the fact that this Taoist friend had the sword in his hand just now. It was obvious that he was furious and anxious.

I don't know why this is so?

He counted with his fingers and suddenly realized, "Oh? Did you make a bet with Yuqing?"

Tai Shang knew that there was a bet and battle, but since it involved two other fellow Taoists of the same realm, it was difficult to deduce the specific content of the bet. However, considering Shang Qing's angry and embarrassed look at the moment, it was not difficult to guess the reason. He had no choice but to stroke his beard and smile.

Qingniu vaguely knew that Shangqing had arrived, but he said nothing about it and didn't even dare to breathe.

After all, he was still an old cow who had followed Tai Shang for many years, so he still asked a little, in case he didn't know the reason and accidentally caused trouble. Tai Shang just shook his head and patted his head, smiling and said: "It's okay, you just need to know that you should always pretend that your eyes are closed and nothing has happened."

The old blue ox seemed to understand but not quite.

But what the Supreme said must have a reason, and I just need to be quiet and obedient.

There is no benefit in acting recklessly and trying to be clever.

The old man smiled as he looked at the young Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged in meditation in front of him. With just a little deduction in his mind, he guessed Shangqing Yuqing's plan. He shook his head helplessly. Shangqing Yuqing probably had never thought that they would choose the same person by such a coincidence. Shangqing must have got some clues from somewhere before, and he was both ashamed and angry, even angry out of shame, so he brought the sword of robbery down to the mortal world to find trouble with him.

However, the Supreme One knows the nature of Shangqing.

If he told Shangqing directly, he would probably leave immediately and would not even forge the sword properly. In the future, Shangqing would just avoid him until Wuhuo could achieve something. He was a lazy and unruly person. He would not speak properly and would just do what he wanted. He was also thin-skinned. So he had to do this as a delaying tactic, hoping that within a few months, he could let go of some of his worries.

As for the disciples...

The old man stroked his beard, looked at the young Taoist in front of him, smiled in his heart, and said silently to himself:

"Even if I suffer a little loss, I can benefit my disciples greatly. How can I not do it?"

"Besides that, it can also help fellow Taoists resolve their worries."

"Isn't it a matter of killing two birds with one stone?"

"Besides..."

Besides, it is not an empty statement.

I only hope that this disciple can grow up gradually, and one day, become a friend of the same path, only then will it satisfy my heart.

It's just a matter of being a master and a disciple, so I'll have to bear some losses for now.

What can I do?

Why bother fighting over this and that?

The old man smiled with a hint of joking in his heart and said:

"It's mine anyway."

The young Taoist sat cross-legged, breathing in and out, with a blue Taoist robe over his white clothes. When he breathed, there was a sense of continuity, as if the world rose and fell with him. He had a sense of freedom and tranquility. The three flowers gathered at the top of the head and circulated behind him. When his soul reached the last step, he would face the thunder tribulation among the three disasters.

For those cultivators who take unorthodox paths and only know how to advance their cultivation but not how to cultivate their mind and character, this thunder tribulation can be said to be a fatal hurdle. For the orthodox sects of Buddhism and Taoism, the thunder tribulation is just an ordinary one. With the depth of Qi Wuhuo's foundation, this thunder tribulation may not be able to hinder him at all.

You can take advantage of the moment of thunder and lightning to cultivate a magical power.

The old man stroked his beard and thought.

When a wisp of purple air in the sky gradually dissipated, the young Taoist opened his eyes. His eyes were as warm as jade, and his breathing was continuous, as if the clouds in the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles all came from him. His forehead was smooth and his temperament was elegant. After truly experiencing the catastrophe, he had returned to practice Taoism in peace and meditation.

The young man stood up, bowed and said, "Teacher."

The old man nodded with a smile, thinking for a moment, if the Shangqing Zhen came, wouldn't the young Taoist have revealed his trap as soon as he opened his mouth? The old man asked, "How is Wuhuo's practice today?"

"The foundation is solid, and breathing doesn't seem to have much effect anymore."

Qi Wuhuo thought about it and told all the problems he encountered.

The old man did not change the general direction, but only corrected the details and lack of experience.

Just like the young Taoist still walking his own path.

There was an extremely experienced old man walking next to him.

Thus, many problems that Qi Wuhuo could not solve before due to his age and experience were solved, as if they were supposed to be so perfect. The young Taoist closed his eyes and pondered. After thinking and understanding the teacher's teachings, he felt a sense of sudden enlightenment and said, "Thank you, teacher."

"It's okay. You are my disciple, so this is what you should do."

"However, the teacher does have something to discuss with you."

"Hmm? Discuss?"

"Just give me your orders, teacher."

"Heh - this matter is different. I need to let you know."

The old man smiled and said, "You don't have to call me teacher in the future. For the next three months, this title will be temporarily hidden."

Qi Wuhuo was puzzled, but he agreed: "Disciple understands..."

"But why?"

The Supreme said with a hint of pleasure, "You will know it naturally in the future."

With a sweep of his sleeves, Qi Wuhuo's hairpin lost its original charm. It was originally a magic weapon used to conceal the breath and to a certain extent to fix the secrets of heaven. But now that the Supreme is here in person, there is naturally no need for such an object. The old man smiled and said:

"Wuhuo, you must encourage yourself to practice. My magical power requires you to return to your original state and return to your roots."

"Only after you obtain that [One Qi] can you cultivate it."

"Speaking of which, I am very much looking forward to seeing what your transformed form will look like."

…

The sea of ​​blood was surging and the river in the sky was rushing. When the two collided, the sound was so huge that it was like thunder.

Shangqing Daojun stood with his hands behind his back, watching the turbulent waves and recalling what Taishang had said. Although Taishang's character was like Tao, the flow of Tao was not black or white. This person's temperament was like Tao, and Tao had yin and yang, and this person's actions were also like this. Action and inaction were all natural. What he just said might not be true.

But if it was fake, I'm afraid it could also show my previous anger.

I just deliberately gave myself a way out.

Shangqing Daojun couldn't help but say, "He is really an old man whose true nature is unknown."

He paced back and forth, his expression gradually calming down. No matter what, since the Supreme Master had said that he was not his disciple but a fellow Taoist, and since Hou Tu had personally invited him, if he did not go to forge the sword as he had done in his previous angry reaction, wouldn't he be losing face? !

No way...

But even if this person is not a disciple of the Supreme, he has at least received some of the true teachings. It is impossible for me to teach him.

I have no interest in adding soil or watering the Supreme's seedlings.

Even so, when Lord Dao recalled the actions of the young Taoist along the way, they were all in line with his own heart, which made him unable to help but clap his hands and praise him several times. Now, was he really going to give up on him? In fact, he was quite pleased and admired such a Taoist disciple, and was willing to give him some advice and guidance, but he just couldn't get away with it.

Lord Shangqing looked at the remnants of the Gou Chen army floating at the junction of the two innate water veins.

After a long time, he finally made a decision and said to himself, "Forget it, let's go and see what he can do."

"If he really isn't the disciple of the Supreme, then isn't it normal for me to teach him?"

"Well, let's go and take a look."

The Great Dao Lord looked down at the scenes in the human world, and when it was getting dark, he felt a slight movement in his heart, and left the heaven, and came to the human world. He saw the lights of the world from afar, and the young Taoist priest was walking up the mountain road. The Great Dao Lord Shangqing praised him in his heart, saying, "What a great style! Just like me!"

Then he deliberately leaked out a trace of his energy.

A fierce aura rushed towards Qi Wuhuo. The young Taoist's eyes narrowed, and he changed his body movement to avoid the fierce sword energy. Then he clenched his five fingers together, and as he spun around, the Blood River Sword appeared. He held the sword in his right hand and the medicine basket in his left hand, and the sword slashed horizontally. His own Qi, body movement, earth veins, and even his essence, energy and spirit, reached the most perfect extreme at the moment he drew the sword.

This is what is meant by [one].

This sword has reached the level of a sword immortal.

Shangqing Da Dao Jun gave a good praise.

A branch in his palm instantly split into light and shadow, blocking Qi Wuhuo's sword. His body skills, as well as his greatness, allowed him to appear behind Qi Wuhuo in an instant. The young Taoist moved his wrist, and the scabbard turned into Huangquan. The Blood River Sword also burst out with unprecedented sharpness and enthusiasm, and counterattacked towards the Great Dao Lord behind him.

Da Daojun sighed softly, he never thought that this little guy would allow him to use a second move.

I didn't feel any dissatisfaction, but rather felt happy.

He plucked up his courage again and decided to use the Blood River Sword for the only time in his life to strike back.

He pressed his fingers on Qi Wuhuo's shoulders and felt the power in an instant.

Let me see if your body skills are really that high...

See if that old man is deceiving me!

The Qi in Qi Wuhuo's body naturally rebounded.

The smile on Da Daojun's face froze.

"Um???"

"What the hell?!!"

Da Daojun's smile froze, his eyes widened:

"A body full of primordial ancestral qi?!!"