Countless disciples dressed in white were sitting facelessly on the sword pool paved with white jade. Everyone looked at the baby in Uncle Qingyun's arms with envy.
Because he doesn't have to practice drawing the sword a thousand times, stabbing the sword 500 times, and cutting the sword 500 times like a fool every day. He doesn't have to be tortured by the eccentric Uncle Qingyun every day. He only needs to eat quietly.
Just eat after sleeping.
Ye Chao, who was sitting on the steps, finally coaxed the crying Xiao Changqing to sleep, sealed Xiao Changqing's hearing with a seal, then stood up and looked at the listless Shushan disciples.
"Everyone is as good as someone who hasn't woken up. As the future of Shushan, you can't be like this."
Hearing Uncle Qingyun speak, all the disciples hurriedly stood up from the ground, trying their best to stand as straight as their swords, with their hands close to the outside of their thighs, and staring straight ahead.
But I was complaining in my heart, Master Qingyun, what you said is right, but you didn't draw your sword a thousand times within a cup of tea.
But just think about it. If your expression changes because of your thoughts, the consequences will probably be disastrous. If you say it again, the consequences will probably be devastating, and the consequences will be dozens of times worse.
At this moment, Ye Chao's expression suddenly became serious, and he spoke again: "Tell me, are you tired from drawing your sword a thousand times just now?"
The disciples in Shushan shouted in their hearts that they were tired, but they shouted in unison: "Come back to Master, I'm not tired, disciple."
A thick white cloud floated above the sword pool, and the falling shadow just covered Ye Chao's handsome and serious face. But for some unknown reason, the disciples suddenly felt that Master Qingyun's serious expression was a bit chilling in their hearts.
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"Well, you are worthy of being my Shushan disciple."
"But since you said you're not tired, then let's continue practicing sword thrusting three thousand times."
The disciples on the sword pool did not change their expressions. They tremblingly pulled out the long swords from their backs and began to practice stabbing. However, it was not clear what they were thinking in their hearts.
As soon as he changed, Ye Chao looked at the Shushan disciples who were not complaining about their suffering and tiredness. They were leaning on the stone railings beside the steps. While remembering that he was in the night world, he begged the Sixth Senior Brother to build a deck chair for him. He squinted his eyes and started to tremble.
Take a nap.
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Ye Chao knew very well that theory is very important to Taoism, and sometimes it is even more important than diligence.
If you think of monasticism as searching for a treasure in a mysterious realm, the theory of monasticism is the north needle. After confirming the direction, you will definitely get closer to the treasure as long as you walk. If there is no north needle, the direction is wrong.
If so, no matter how hard you work, you will eventually be further and further away from the treasure.
So often when the disciples were exhausted, Ye Chao would ask them to stop and ask themselves questions. The questions could be about Taoism, about sword theory, or about life.
After practicing Three Thousand Sword Swordsmanship, the disciples sat on the ground again after hearing Uncle Qingyun announce a break, and this time they made up their mind that if Uncle Qingyun asked if they were tired, they must tell the truth.
After Ye Chao glanced at Xiao Changqing who was still sleeping soundly on the ground, he looked at the disciples and said: "I am very satisfied with your performance. Now you start asking me questions."
Just as he finished speaking, a serious-looking disciple raised his hand and asked: "Uncle Master, why do you let us practice these most basic sword techniques every day?"
Ye Chaodao: "Because every sword technique in the sect is composed of these most basic sword styles, and in my eyes, you are just children learning to walk on the sword path. If you are not allowed to learn to walk, how can we do it?"
Are you going to run away? You are an idiot for asking this question. I will practice sword-cutting five hundred times in a while."
The expression of the disciple who asked the question darkened, and he sat back with an aggrieved face.
At this time, another disciple stood up. His appearance was relatively handsome, and he looked like a weak scholar in the world.
"May I ask my uncle, are demons born evil?"
Ye Chao gave this disciple a very strange look and said: "Both humans and demons can understand each other. Since humans are not born evil, then the same is naturally true for demons."
The disciple then said: "Uncle Master, when we subjugate demons in the future, in your words, we should act rationally."
Ye Chaodao: "Of course it is, but I suggest you stop reading the book "The Story of Ghost Fox" hidden on your chest. Most of the monsters in the world are evil. If you fantasize about having a wonderful love with a monster, then in the end,
As a result, 90% of them will be drained of their yang energy."
The disciple sat back on the ground with his face flushed.
At this time, another disciple stood up and asked: "May I ask my uncle, how should we deal with the myriad of things that happen to us in this world?"
Ye Chaodao: "Those who know others are wise, and those who know themselves are wise. If you don't see it by yourself, you will be wise. If you don't know it by yourself, you will be clear. If you are cautious as before, you will not fail."
"Uncle Master, why do you observe the righteousness of heaven and earth?"
"Speaking your heart outright and seeing it with great awe, it is the righteousness of heaven and earth."
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In front of the wooden window of Wuji Pavilion, Qingwei and the others looked at the questions and answers on the sword pool, with relaxed expressions on their faces.
Mingjing said: "I can clearly see their growth. It seems that when my uncle said that Shushan would prosper again because of his little junior brother, it was not empty words."
Youxuan said: "I am not worried about the cultivation of these younger disciples. I am just worried that they will be affected by the unfettered character of Junior Brother Qingyun, lest Shushan will change."
Qingwei said: "Junior brother Youxuan, don't you always believe that Tao follows nature? This is nature."
Cang Gu said: "Nature is change."
Youxuan looked at Ye Chao, who was pointing at a certain disciple and lecturing, and shook his head helplessly.
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There was a snowstorm in Yuzhou City at night. Inside Yong'an, a couple and a very fat child were teasing a crying baby in the cradle.
Outside the house, a meteor quietly passed through the night shrouded in clouds. Suddenly, a loud cry of a baby came from outside the Yong'an door.
The couple looked at each other, arranged for the chubby child to take care of the baby, and then opened the door and went out to check the situation.
The gate of Yong'an Dang was pushed open, the snow had already dyed the street white, and outside the threshold, there was a crying baby girl wrapped in swaddling clothes.
The man looked at the snow without footprints, looked at his wife in confusion and said: "The snow on this street has not left any footprints, so who left this child?"
The woman also shook her head in confusion and said: "No matter who stays, since this child has appeared at the door of our Yong'an Dang, we cannot let her freeze to death here. Let's take her back."
The man nodded and watched his wife pick up the baby girl. He looked around again and closed the door tightly after finding no traces.
Back in the house, the woman put the baby girl in the cradle, but something strange happened. The baby boy who had been crying and refused to sleep slowly fell asleep, while the baby girl who was picked up opened her eyes.
He looked at the baby boy beside him with clear eyes.