Du Shi bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior."
There is no such thing as etiquette in ancient times. Whatever you get is yours. But there is etiquette in the immortal way. No matter what Qiu Wuji's original intention was, it is unquestionable that he taught himself to be closer to the path of Wuxiang.
"They are just some superficial thoughts, far from the formless." Qiu Wuji lowered his eyes and glanced at the Immortal Sword in his hand, which contained several forms of the Way of Formlessness.
Endless and boundless, moving like the sea and still like an abyss.
"It's a long way off. Very far away."
Such strength is still far from Wuxiang?
An ordinary Taoist priest appeared in Du Shi's mind. He always looked nonchalant, as if nothing could bring him down.
In the past, he and Qingxuan had both become gods and went to compete with Li Changsheng. They thought they could at least arm wrestle with this elder who had watched them grow up, not to win, but just to compete a little, but in the end, they were both slapped into the ground.
It's like planting sweet potatoes, you can't pull them out.
But the immortals are formless, so the gap is indeed huge.
At least Du Shi could feel the pressure from Qiu Wuji, but could not feel any fluctuations from Li Changsheng.
"Thank you for your answer, senior."
Du Shi bowed, then walked away into the air.
But there was no need for him to return to Buddhism. Instead, he went to the Hanshui Forest Garden and stood respectfully beside Li Yi.
The forest here is beautiful, small and exquisite, with spring-like weather all year round. It is a great place for retirement life.
And the immortal has been lying here for almost 7 years.
Du Shi asked, "Master, this person has a bit of your aura, and it seems he can use thunder magic, and he is coming for you."
"I know."
Li Yi, lying on a bamboo chair, said leisurely: "At the end of the long river of time, is the long-broken cultivation world, which is also the nutrient of this new world. Panhu and Qiu Wuji went there and should have gained something."
"If he were my student, he would probably be the best one."
Du Shi asked, "You mean he has completely mastered the Thunder Method?"
Li Yi shook his head and said, "No, the thunder method I taught you is just the appearance."
Having said this, he did not continue to explain, because this was not something that Du Shi had realized, nor was it something that the people present had realized, but it came from Qiu Wuji.
Telling them is just giving them a predetermined answer, but it is only an answer and can never become the result of practice.
It may even cause mental disorders.
This is also why the true Dharma cannot be expressed in words.
Li Yi can teach most of his true skills through words, but when it comes to his own thunder skills, he can only let them experience it with extreme caution.
On the contrary, he also wanted to pass on his skills to others.
Du Shi also understood, so he did not delve into it further. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to digest what he had just learned.
Outside, a fierce fight broke out again.
Another hour passed, and Qingxuan, covered in wounds, fell from the sky. He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood. Although he was seriously injured, his face was full of smiles.
"Master, there is hope for my path. There is hope for my path."
He also went to ask for the sword, and also gained a lot, which can be said to be a promising Saint King.
Du Shi opened his eyes and said, "Liang Jian, what about you?"
"I don't have much." Qingxuan raised his head slightly, his face no longer showing the shrewdness of the past. Facing the bald donkey, there was only naked ridicule and showing off.
He held up four fingers.
"Four swords, and only some minor injuries."
"impossible."
Du Shi’s first reaction was disbelief.
He could only withstand two strikes against that peerless sword light. There was no way that Ox Nose could withstand four strikes and still be alive and kicking like that.
He cheated!
"Times are not as good as they used to be. You are lagging behind, bald donkey."
Qingxuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking mysterious.
A ball of golden auspicious cloud flew out from Qingxuan's sleeves and dived into Li Yi's arms. Its plump body was covered with sword marks.
Its round head kept rubbing against Li Yi's chest, as if venting its dissatisfaction.
Everything is self-evident.
"Amitabha." Du Shi smiled, "Relying on external things is not as good as this poor monk."
It seems that the bull's nose is not bigger than me.
Qingxuan was slightly embarrassed.
His strength was slightly lower than Du Shi's, but he had basically reached the threshold of the Saint King. Whether he could break through depended on his luck. This time, asking the sword for the world was his luck. Qing Xuan decisively rushed forward with the Merit Cloud, and then used the Merit Cloud to resist four swords.
"You guys."
Li Yi, who was lying on a bamboo chair, sighed helplessly and said, "As the saying goes, it is impossible to teach a person of extraordinary talent. You are the best example. Not to mention that the disciple is better than the master, even if you are taught by me every day, you can only barely be a Saint King."
I can only, barely...
Qingxuan and Du Shi looked at each other and wanted to refute that throughout history, those who could attain enlightenment were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
There have been only about a hundred people throughout the ages.
If both of them become Holy Kings in the end, it would be an event worthy of being recorded in the history books, as two people of the same era achieved enlightenment together.
The immortal is simply ignorant of the hardships of life, and he has never seen the child of the richest man have the ability to become the richest man.
But the two did not dare to refute, after all, they respected their teacher very much.
Tu'er raised his hand and said, "Master, I also want to ask the sword for help. Please give me some means to protect myself."
She also wants to be a Holy King so that she can live longer.
"This move won't work just by carrying it over. It's useless if you go there."
Li Yi shook his head, and Tu'er obediently gave up the idea: "Yeah, yeah, Tu'er won't go."
Hearing this, Wei Xi also gave up the idea.
Dong Yunshu was the only one left at the scene, and at this moment, she was staring at Tianwai, and everything was self-evident.
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