Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

What is true transcendence?
It's not you anyway.

Zhuge Qing still clearly remembered that she had been to a place with the old Taoist priest and visited a person. The place was an ordinary wooden house, and in the wooden house was a cultivator with only the third level of cultivation.

The monk's name was Qingjing Taoist. When Zhuge Qing first saw him, he was just an ordinary old man with white hair and beard and aging meridians. It was obvious that this Taoist had no chance of making any further progress.

At that time, Zhuge Qing didn't understand why the master brought her to see this ordinary old man with no reputation. But she didn't ask, nor did she say anything, but just stood beside the old master as usual, watching the old man chatting with the old master.

After watching for a while, Zhuge Qing lost interest. She felt that he was just an ordinary cultivator without any talent or future. She would not despise him or despise him, but she would not take him to heart. At this time, the old Taoist priest also talked to the old man about Zhuge Qing.

In the clean and tidy wooden house, the Taoist Qingjing who was sitting on the bed looked at Zhuge Qing, the genius cultivator whose talent far surpassed his own, and said eight words with a smile.

Without seeing the world, there can be no peace.

At that time, Zhuge Qing didn't know what this meant. She just thought the old man was a little strange, but she didn't think much about it. But a few days ago, just before Zhuge Qing went down the mountain, the old Taoist priest had found her and told her the news of the death of Taoist Qingjing. Taoist Qingjing died at the foot of Longhu Mountain, in an ordinary medical clinic. The old Taoist priest dug a grave for him and buried him in it, and asked Zhuge Qing to watch over the old man with him for the first seven days.

Zhuge Qing still didn't understand why this happened, but she didn't ask. She just quietly accompanied the old Taoist priest to watch over the old man for the first seven days. After the first seven days, the old Taoist priest looked at Zhuge Qing and said something with some regret.

You still didn't ask me.

Zhuge Qing didn't understand, but she still didn't say anything, just said she would listen to the teacher's teachings. She still looked the same, detached from the world, as cold as frost.

"madness."

Zhuge Qing stood in the center of the Eight Diagrams, Qian and Dui held gold, Qian for heaven and Dui for marsh. Thunder and wind floated on both sides, and the wood soul condensed under his feet. The earth and the mountain turned into two Qi entangled between his legs, motionless and unperturbed. Kan water flowed around, warm and clear. Li fire condensed in the heart, burning continuously, making people feel uneasy.

The path of spiritual practice is to cultivate the Tao and also to cultivate the mind.

Zhuge Qing had always believed that she had already concentrated her mind and spirit, and that her edge had faded away. But it was not until today that she realized that she had never cultivated her mind, and that there was only an ordinary heart in her chest that was still restless, but pretended to be extraordinary.

Being called a genius, having no rivals among her peers, receiving the almost doting care of her elders, and having excellent talents and strange gossips. Zhuge Qing thought she had long since taken these things lightly, but she just realized that she had never taken them lightly. In fact, she had long since regarded these praises and talents as a part of herself, as a sparse and ordinary, but indispensable part.

This is not right. This is very wrong.

Zhuge Qing finally understood what the old Taoist meant by "You still haven't asked me."

When did I stop asking other people questions? When did I start to see my talent as the answer to everything? When did I lose my curiosity?
I don’t know. I can’t remember.

She only remembered that, apart from Zhou Li, she had not been curious or confused for a long time.

She felt that her talent would answer everything. Even if she didn't understand, she could understand the reason with a little understanding. She could see the flaws of the technique at a glance, and she had never encountered the so-called bottleneck.

It’s not otherworldly.

Slowly opening his eyes, looking at the shadow in the abyss under the water where the girl was standing under the gossip, Zhuge Qing's mouth curled up into a bitter smile.

How can you talk about transcending the mundane world if you have never been into it?
Mr. Zhou... Fortunately, I have you.

Zhuge Qing felt somewhat fortunate at this moment. If she had not met Zhou Li, this indescribable thing in every sense, she might have been immersed in her own "supernatural" for a long time. In the world of immortal cultivation, there was no one among her peers who gave her pressure. All the unknowns were just "I didn't learn" to her. Even if the elders taught her a lesson, she would accept it lightly because of her long-accustomed mentality. Then she would use her extraordinary talent to make it flawless, but in fact it was all loopholes.

Fortunately, fortunately.

Zhou Li's chaotic thing made Zhuge Qing realize that the world of cultivation is huge, so huge that she, a frog trapped in her own well, could not learn it completely. She also finally realized that some things cannot be easily solved by the word "talent".

For example, why can the giant mushroom shoot out three-dimensional pinballs to prevent the enemy from getting close.

Zhuge Qing leaned down and stretched out her hand, which was as white as jade and had never been stained by dust. She calmly placed her hand in the black sewage, letting the abyss-like water light stain her white arm.

Lose curiosity, lose awe, lose ambition.

The old Taoist priest saw Zhuge Qing's flaws very early on. She was too strong and too successful. So far, she had never encountered a problem that she found difficult or unsolvable. Therefore, Zhuge Qing built a clean world of her own, a world that was spotless but also a world that looked at the world from a narrow perspective.

There are many ways to solve Zhuge Qing's problem, but her talent is too terrifying. Whether it is arranging an invincible opponent or strict teaching, it will be resolved by Zhuge Qing's talent. Therefore, the old master found another way and thought of a permanent solution.

Find an existence beyond Zhuge Qing's imagination.

Zhou Li is this existence.

"Thank you Mr. Zhou."

Grasping the mud-stained hand, Zhuge Qing closed his eyes, feeling the struggle and fear deep in his heart, and whispered softly: "Otherwise, I won't be able to detect..."

"I have such a terrible inner demon that I haven't gotten rid of yet!"

Zhuge Qing raised her hand, and her dark self, who was as dark as the abyss, appeared in front of her. The shadow looked at her, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Go ahead, you are still the unrivaled genius."

Shadow said, "He is just a little bit weird, not even half as good as you."

"In terms of cultivation, Master Zhou is indeed not as good as me."

Zhuge Qing smiled, her smile was very calm, but there was a glimmer of brilliance in the corner of her eyes. She let the teardrop fall on the back of her hand, crushed the dirty water in her hand, and said softly:

"But, in one's lifetime, one's cultivation is only as insignificant as a flower."

The moment the words fell, the Eight Trigrams turned and the Five Elements burst out.

Zhuge Qing swung the sword in her hand towards herself.

Zhou Li tried to break Tang Wan's leg with his crutch.

"As long as I beat you to two-thirds disability, there is a one in ten thousand chance that your father will feel sorry for you and choose to give you a drop of his blood to save your life. Then you won't have to fight with your father. Do you understand?!!!!" (End of this chapter)