This year, Qiu, who was already 34 years old, came here again to visit the Master.

He spent seventeen years traveling through various countries, completing his own attempts and great ways, and finally gained some understanding. Then he came back again to question the old man and inquire about his great way. In this era, everyone has their own requirements for accepting disciples, but Qiu, who is now in his prime, has accepted disciples of different backgrounds and personalities.

Some are children of noble families, some are from aristocratic families, some are from poor families, and some are talented wealthy businessmen.

Some of them are hooligans who deliberately try to scare people and use some violence.

Qiu accepted everyone as his disciple, and employed them according to their abilities, teaching them the skills and the spirit of the Dao based on their individual abilities.

This time they discussed the Dao in the storage room.

They are 51-year-old Qi Wuhuo and 34-year-old Qiu.

Even Mingxin didn't come in. However, when the white-haired master stepped in, he looked at Zhuang Zhou who was basking in the sun with his hands lazily resting on the back of his head. Then he waved at him and said, "Come."

Zhou, who was slacking off, was stunned. He subconsciously looked around and then pointed his finger at himself.

Only after the teacher on the other side nodded did he sigh helplessly and walk over with a bulge in his throat.

Why me?

Can't I just find one?!

Zhuang Zhou cursed in his heart, feeling very unhappy that he was caught out by his uncle-master.

Those who discussed Tao were Confucius and Qiu.

The recorder is Zhuang Zhou, who was still very casual and young at that time.

The door was closed, and this discussion lasted for a full month. Apart from these three, no one knew the specific content of the discussion, what kind of magnificent and broad Taoism they talked about, and no one knew who would win or lose in the end.

Just one month later, when the door opened, Qiu, who had previously traveled around the world and was already famous and sharp, looked calm and walked with firm steps.

Zhuang Zhou's face was exhausted. The feeling of such a large amount of knowledge flowing smoothly through the brain of a young man like him who only liked to slack off was actually not a good feeling.

The fact that he was recognized by Mingxin must mean that he had natural talent.

He has a casual personality and is free and easy.

This young man, who was free and easy and lazy and carefree, did not seem to like Qiu, who was determined to move forward. He refuted his ideas in writing more than once. However, he had a high opinion of this person, and believed that Qiu was the kind of person who had clearly seen the highest way, but still chose to take a step back in order to save the people.

However, Qiu never responded to Zhuang Zhou.

His disciples asked their teacher about the results of the discussion.

Qiu said the sentence that was praised by later generations: "Is it like a dragon?"

Birds, I know they can fly; fish, I know they can swim; beasts, I know they can run. The running ones can be used as nets, the swimming ones can be used as lines, and the flying ones can be used as arrows. As for the dragon, I don't know, it rides on the wind and clouds to the sky. The Master I saw today, is he like a dragon?

Qiu turned to look at the Taoist with gray hair and said with a bow:

"Master, what do you think of the way I follow?"

The Taoist looked into the distance, the luck of humanity was rising, and the words on the nine tablets appeared, and he replied:

"Teaching is for all, opening the door of convenience, and teaching the way of cultivation to the world."

“It is the highest good.”

Qiu understood the meaning of this sentence and asked, "How can we improve ourselves?"

The Taoist smiled, pointed to the nine stone tablets over there, and said, "You are here today. The practitioners under the nine tablets have been waiting for a long time. Why don't you go over and discuss Taoism with them?"

Qiu Ming understood what the teacher in front of him meant and readily agreed.

Under the nine stone tablets, from beginning to end, during these nearly thirty years, they had been talking to each other and exchanging their insights. Although they had accumulated a very rich wealth, the [Yuqing Tree] and the practitioners under Jimen were like flowers in a greenhouse. This time, they faced an enemy like a fierce storm.

Zhuang Zhou smacked his lips.

He finally understood that one can use stones from other mountains to polish jade.

It means that external force is needed to break this balance.

However, this external force was too fierce, too overbearing and powerful.

People's thinking and potential often exceed their own expectations. In many cases, if you don't push yourself to the limit, you will not know how strong your abilities are.

And now, this 34-year-old Qiu is traveling around the world for the first time and is showing his talent.

It’s this terrifying oppressive force!

After being beaten once, Qiu Tangtang came to the bottom of the Nine Monuments and began to beat the rest of the people.

As for those who talked about the Dao, they experienced such a miserable defeat in front of these practitioners.

That is a level that even someone as casual as Zhuang Zhou finds it hard to bear to mention.

Another month later, Qiu left Jiubei and bid farewell to the Master. He looked at the Master's graying temples and couldn't help but say, "Master, you are also getting old."

"Qiu, I will walk the world for the second time. When I was seventeen, I saw the standards and constraints of the Tao; this time, I saw benevolence, righteousness and the common people. Next time, after Qiu has measured the world with his feet, can I come here to pay my respects to you?"

The Master spoke gently, and the words he said were exactly the same as when they parted seventeen years ago.

The Master was still a young man at that time, handsome and handsome.

Now he looked a little older, and said, "I will come here again in seventeen years."

Qiu looked deeply at the teacher in front of him, bowed deeply, and said, "Yes!"

He turned around and continued to practice his inner way with his disciples, teaching everyone along the way and imparting the charm of the great way. He called the period and era when he was thirty years old and at the peak of his talent "Ershi".

Being independent at the age of thirty does not mean establishing wealth and foundation, but establishing one's own path and direction.

Know how you perceive the world.

He was forty years old when he finally gained a glimpse of the great way of nature after traveling around the world.

He saw crows and magpies hatching in their nests, fish giving birth with the help of bubbles in the water, and bees being born by themselves. He clapped his hands and laughed, knowing that he was naturally in harmony with the Tao. He stretched his body in the nature of heaven and earth. He smiled and called the state of mind he reached at the age of forty "no doubts."

Later, because of the taboo of that teacher, he was even more——

【Not confused】.

…

“Ah, just left like that.”

Zhuang Zhou held the back of his head with both hands, staring at the man named "Qiu" who was walking away, and clicked his lips. He was a free and easy-going person, and really didn't like this guy who had to follow rules for everything he said and did. But for some reason, he had a vague feeling that he probably couldn't beat this guy.

Qiu can understand Zhuang Zhou's path, but will take a step back for other reasons.

Do you want to take a step back?

Zhuang Zhou was thinking.

Then I gave up decisively——

No way!

In the warm sunshine, I lay on the bluestone shaded by the trees, closed my eyes, felt the wind, and slept for two hours. Then I woke up to the sound of people talking and laughing, watching the sun slowly setting and the clouds spreading across the sky. This is the path I want to take.

At this moment, Zhuang Zhou saw the teacher with white hair turning around and walking towards the nine stone tablets. Zhuang Zhou, who had always been casual, seemed to have noticed something. He was no longer as casual as before, but tidied his appearance. Then his expression became solemn like Qiu, whom he disliked, and followed the teacher step by step.

The Master walked up to the Nine Stele and looked at the guys whose Taoism hearts had been shattered by the Supreme Sage during his most powerful period. Qi Wuhuo did not comfort these people who had been greatly shocked, but sat cross-legged, opened his mouth, and began to preach again.

The body needs constant exercise and breaking its current limits again and again, only then can it grow.

The same is true for the spirit.

There are people who have experienced the tremendous pressure brought by Qiu but are still able to persist in their own thinking and practice. In such a state, when they hear the sermons again, they will gradually find their own direction based on their unwillingness and constant recollection and thinking about Qiu's teachings.

These heroes in the world gradually sorted out their shattered spiritual hearts and gradually integrated their own ideas.

Then I was surprised to find that -

The Master started by telling about the updated content!

Zhuang Zhou lazily watched these people getting excited. He didn't care much about it. At first he stood very solemnly, then he felt that sitting was worse than standing, so he sat cross-legged behind the teacher. Then he felt that lying down was worse than sitting, so he just lay down behind the teacher, watching the clouds rising and falling in the sky, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

In his dream, he seemed to have turned into a butterfly, dancing in the sunshine.

Free and easy, how casual and beautiful.

But finally he woke up.

So regretful.

"If only I were a butterfly, I wouldn't have to listen to these guys' discussions, which ruin my ears. If only I were a butterfly, I wouldn't have to get up early every day to do homework, recite Taoist scriptures every day, and practice swordsmanship under the guidance of my great-grandmaster."

"Hey, tell me, maybe I am actually a butterfly."

Zhuang Zhou thought seriously.

"I am doing morning lessons now, and the hard days of sword training are just a dream I had when I was hovering on the petals?"

"This is really a nightmare!"

The young Zhuang Zhou began to escape from reality and just gave up.

As expected, he was hit on the back of his head by a whisk. The once naturally calm Xi Zhenren Mingxin had to face the unpleasant reality that he had chosen a most difficult disciple to deal with. The young Taoist looked lazily into the distance and saw the fortune soaring to the sky.

In a distant place, a large amount of content began to appear on the nine stone tablets.

The originally warm discussion scene had to be forced to respond because of the existence of the undisputed sharp sword in the heyday of the past sixty years. Under such huge and incomparable pressure, people began to constantly explore their own limits.

Theory of human nature being good, theory of human nature being evil.

If one abandons laws and sorcery and relies solely on one's own heart to rule, even Yao and Shun would not be able to bring order to a country.

Yin and Yang rotate, the avenue is disassembled, the five elements begin and end, and nature and man are one!

With the accumulation of more than thirty years of discussions under the Yuqing Tree and under tremendous oppression, new schools of thought naturally burst into flames, and the countless people under the nine monuments are the best accumulation, and the schools are multiplying and changing.

Qi Wuhuo said: "As you said, Fuxi, people will naturally find their own way."

He used Fuxi's sarcasm from the past to refute him.

The scholar in green snorted coldly and stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the nine steles in front of him. The aura was soaring to the sky, and the Yuqing tree was multiplying. Every new school of thought would make this huge tree spread a new branch, and this school of thought would develop new offshoots, that is, branches. Every person who practiced this way was a leaf on this tree.

The Yuqing tree is already extremely luxuriant, majestic and huge, and can almost shelter common people!

The fortune is overwhelming and the energy is flowing.

The blue-shirted scholar's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he said: "The world will be unified, and the philosophers will be born."

"Qi Wuhuo, you and I can be born now."

"With your current strength, you are much more courageous than when you tried to intercept Nanji Changsheng!"

He raised his head and looked at the sky. There was a hint of cruelty in his vertical pupils. It was obvious that the Emperor Xihuang was already prepared.

When I said I would shrink from sixty to three hundred years on the ground, but after only half a century I slapped you in the face and made you fall down from the thirty-sixth heaven, this thing is also a surprise weapon!

This is the gift!

Fuxi was already eager to try.

After confirming that the presence of Queen Nuwa on earth was equivalent to having a defense-level thug following her around, Fuxi had been liberated to a certain extent, and his character of liking to watch the fun, liking to make things bigger, and dragging everyone into the water began to gradually develop.

Boring!

I want to see chaos in the six realms!

I want to see rivers of blood!

Qi Wuhuo stretched out his hand; his palm was still slender and strong, a wisp of Yuqing aura wrapped around his hand, a gentle smile appeared on the master's face. He loosened his hand, and the wisp of Yuqing aura circulated in his body before flowing out naturally.

Xi Huang's pupils shrank slightly.

? !!!!!!

Qi Wuhuo replied: "Not enough."

The scholar in green shirt suppressed the turmoil in his heart, raised his eyebrows, looked at Qi Wuhuo beside him, and said:

"Now, the various schools of thought have already taken shape, and that Qiu has indeed gained sufficient foundation. I was not wrong in my judgment back then. I felt that although this boy was a little ugly, he was stubborn and would definitely succeed!"

"The energy of humanity is rising to the sky, and the tree of imperial power has also flourished to its fullest, and is about to grow luxuriantly."

"If you explode at this moment, even Nanji Changsheng will be frightened by you."

"Now you say, it's not enough?"

Fuxi looked at Qi Wuhuo.

In fact, he already had a feeling that it was outrageous that this matter had exploded now. The noise was loud enough, loud enough to shock the entire six realms of the world.

Now this kid says—

If it’s not enough, you can accumulate some strength and press on.

What do you want to do?

Would a punch to the Heavenly Palace's stomach cause unrest in all the six realms?

Although this was a bit outrageous, the man in green shirt actually felt a sense of absurdity in his heart. After thinking about it, he actually wanted to persuade the boy in front of him.

Don't be so shameless.

Xi Huang thinks you are a bit too extreme.

"What are you waiting for?"

The master in charge of the treasury room paused and replied, "Qiu has not come back yet. Seventeen years ago, the golden cicada that roamed the world has not come to give me his answer. Li Zhai has not come back yet, and Wei Feng has not reached his end. Our era in this world has not ended yet."

Qi Wuhuo from Jinzhou looked at the scholar in blue clothes in front of him and said softly:

"I want to witness the end of our era."

"Then go up to the sky."

"Why, Emperor Xihuang, you have waited for so long, can't you wait even for these last few years?"

The black-robed master walked past Xihuang.

The white hair at his temples was slightly raised, his tone was calm and composed, but his realm seemed to collapse and decline again!

"Only half a decade remains."

"Wait a minute, why not?"

…

At this time, the final materials used to cast the Nine Cauldrons, the final instrument of humanity's destiny, were delivered here, waiting for Qi Wuhuo to personally cast these instruments of humanity's destiny into the final cauldron.

The Nine Cauldrons is the most magnificent part of the humanistic ritual, and it is also the ninth cauldron that truly unleashes the power of this ritual.

It’s finally going to be made up!