Master is too ambitious

When practicing, it seems that as soon as I close my eyes, and when I open them again, time has passed silently.

There is no time in the cultivation of Taoism, probably this is what it means.

One day five years later, Ji Qian woke up from his retreat. He cleansed himself with magic and walked out of the cave. At this time, there was light snow falling from the sky. From afar, it looked quite cold and lonely.

When the gatekeeper disciple saw him coming out, he bowed and said, "Congratulations, uncle master, for coming out of seclusion."

Although Ji Qian didn't know the disciple guarding the gate, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The system poked its head out and asked happily, "Host is in a good mood. Is there any new progress this time?"

Ji Qian turned into a breeze and flew towards Youguan, saying, "I have indeed gained something. After discussing with my master, I want to travel and look for opportunities."

The quiet pavilion is still full of flowers as always, and the flying white snow accompanied by the faint fragrance has a quite sonorous meaning.

Jiang Qingyue saw Ji Qian and said with a smile: "I guess you will be out of confinement soon, so I am waiting for you here."

Ji Qian bowed and asked, "Master, are you going to travel?"

"Indeed, I'm afraid if you come a few days later, I'll have already left." Jiang Qingyue straightened his sleeves and reminded him, "I won't come back until I become a soul during this trip. When I'm away, first, take care of yourself, second, don't slack off, and third, if you have any problems with your cultivation, you can go and ask the head brother for advice."

"Disciple remembers." Ji Qian listened to Jiang Qingyue's instructions, and estimated in his heart that he might not be able to see Jiang Qingyue for decades or even hundreds of years. Jiang Qingyue might even die in the search for an opportunity. He felt melancholy in his heart, but then he thought, it was because of this that he had to practice harder so that they could meet again in Luofu Immortal Sword Sect in the future.

Jiang Qingyue saw Ji Qian's face suddenly look melancholy and then calm down, and nodded with satisfaction in her heart. People who practice cultivation should not be melancholy because of these trivial matters.

After Ji Qian figured it out, he decided to ask questions about his cultivation. He took out the jade slip that he had recorded his questions during his retreat, handed it to Jiang Qingyue, and said, "Disciple has some questions for you, Master."

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After the question was answered, Ji Qian asked rather awkwardly: "Master, if I want to travel, how do I apply?" It really wasn't his fault that he didn't know, it was just that he had never been out since he entered the Luofu Fairy Sword Sect, so it was rather embarrassing to ask now.

Hearing this, Jiang Qingyue chuckled and said, "Just go to the Steward's Hall to register." After she finished laughing, she continued, "You want to go out and travel. In addition to the two minor magical powers you chose in the sect before, your master will also teach you a Taoist technique that may save your life in an emergency."

"Thank you, Master." Ji Qian was still a little surprised. After all, Taoist magic was rare, let alone a Taoist magic that could save a life. It required a great opportunity to obtain it.

This Taoist art is called the Small Art of Destiny, and it is Jiang Qingyue's family art. The ancestor of the family cared about his disciples and was afraid that they would not be able to learn the real art of destiny, so he broke down the art of destiny into ten small Taoist arts, one of which is the Small Art of Destiny, which can predict events and give a glimpse of the results at a certain point in the future.

Ji Qian was really surprised after reading the small destiny technique. If this technique was released to the outside world, it would really cause a bloody storm. What's more, it was a family technique that could only be accessed by core family disciples. Jiang Qingyue passed it to him right away.

Jiang Qingyue smiled and said, "You are my only disciple. Besides, there is a saying in ancient times that a teacher is a father for life." She added, "Taoism can be reborn, but when a person is gone, he is gone forever."

Ji Qian's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. It was true that the person was gone. He really was gone. He couldn't help but think of his parents. He wondered how they were doing now. They must be missing him all the time. So he said solemnly, "Thank you, Master."

Jiang Qingyue nodded and said, "I have already asked the head brother to calculate for you. Going west is your chance." She paused and said, "Go, say goodbye to your friends, and then travel."

Ji Qian left Youguan and went to Lifa Hall to say goodbye to Zhou Cheng. He then went to the outer gate and chatted with Hua Zi about gossip. Hua Zi answered some of his questions about cultivation, and then went to the Deacon Hall to apply for permission to travel.

Ji Qian landed in front of the mountain gate of Luofu Immortal Sword Sect, turned around and looked at the mountains inside. He made up his mind that he would come back when he achieved the best golden elixir!

The two disciples guarding the mountain gate bowed and said, "Master Jiqian, may your martial arts be prosperous!"

Ji Qian nodded and said, "Thank you!" Then he turned into a wisp of breeze and flew westward.

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The spring is getting stronger and stronger. Green branches emerge from the withered yellow, swaying sparsely in the wind.

Under two unknown white flower trees, two old men were playing chess.

The old man holding the white piece has white hair and beard, and is wearing a starched white cloth. He is smiling at the chessboard, as if victory is in sight.

The old man holding the black pieces was plump and white, with a kind face. He put down the chess piece with confidence, as if he was sure of winning.

Next to them, a young man in white clothes, a layer of white gauze, and a snow-white fur on his shoulders was looking at the chessboard with a frown.

This young man was Ji Qian. More than thirty years had passed, and he had already entered the Spiritual Soul Stage for ten years. At first, he could still understand the chess game, but now, he felt dizzy and frowned subconsciously just by looking at the chess game.

Ji Qian calmed his mind and looked at the chessboard again. After a dizzying moment, he found himself standing on a busy street.

The sky was grey, and snow and ice beads fell together, making a rustling sound. Ji Qian was a cultivator and did not feel the cold, but the pedestrians around him were walking quickly with their necks hunched and their bodies hunched. Only the shop assistants on both sides were still shouting hard to attract business.

"Pears! Big, juicy pears! Sir, please buy a pear!"

The sound of a child hawking his goods could be heard in the distance. Ji Qian looked in the direction of the sound and saw a boy of about six years old standing on the bridge hawking his goods. He was shouting at the top of his lungs, trying to attract the attention of passers-by, but unfortunately, no one stopped to buy a pear.

Ji Qian walked over slowly. The child was wearing a tattered singlet and a pair of ill-fitting wooden clogs. His exposed calves were frozen purple. He looked at passers-by with eager yet numb eyes. He thought, maybe he was more than six years old, but was just thin and small because of poverty.

"How are your pears selling?" Ji Qian bent down and asked the child.

The child quickly handed over a large pear, his voice full of joy as he said earnestly, "One penny each! Sir, buy one! I promise it's really sweet!"

Ji Qian pointed to the basket of pears that was handed to him and said, "What if I take all of them?"

The child lowered his head in joy to count the pears in the basket, but he couldn't get the number right. He could only say flatteringly, "Sir, can I give you ten cents for these? No, nine cents!"

Ji Qian smiled, took out his purse, counted out nine coins and handed them to the child, saying, "Here is the money for your pears." Then he handed the child two more coins and asked, "Can you please help me carry these two coins to the inn?"

"Thank you, sir!" The child took the money and smiled. He picked up the basket nimbly and stood behind Ji Qian, being careful not to touch the hanging hem of Ji Qian's clothes.

Seeing him like this, Ji Qian said, "There's no need to do this."

The child shook his head and said, "You are a noble man, and you bought my pears out of kindness. I am just a refugee, a speck of mud on the ground, and I dare not overstep my bounds."

Ji Qian was speechless, he just slowed down his pace and walked ahead silently, his chest seemed to be filled with cotton, he was very depressed. He stopped in front of a mutton noodle soup stall and asked, "Can you eat noodles with me?"

The child looked up at Ji Qian in surprise, and finally shook his head and said, "I can go in with you, but I don't eat noodles."

Ji Qian led him in, ordered two bowls of noodle soup and four pancakes, smiled, and said, "You came in with me, so I'll treat you to noodles, okay?"

The child seemed to be in a dilemma. He stood there hesitating for a long time before asking, "Are you giving these to me?"

Ji Qian smiled and said, "Yes, I'll treat you."

Joy appeared in the child's eyes, and he asked, "Can I take some back for my mother and sister to eat?"

"Of course you can." Ji Qian pushed the bowl and cake in front of him and said, "These are your things, you can take them away."

The child carefully hid the pancake in his arms and looked at the noodle soup with hesitation. Finally, he sat down and started eating the noodles. He must have been hungry for a long time, and a bowl of noodle soup went into his stomach in the blink of an eye.

After the child finished eating, he finally smiled and said, "You are so kind. In the future I will work like a cow and a horse to repay you!" He often heard other refugees say these words to the gentlemen who gave out porridge. Every time he heard these, the gentlemen smiled. He knew that the gentlemen loved to hear these words.

Ji Qian sighed and said, "No need for this."

The child looked at Ji Qian somewhat bewilderedly. He didn’t know why the young man in front of him didn’t like him. Was it because he didn’t say anything else nice?

"If you want to repay me," Ji Qian looked into the child's eyes and said seriously, "then when you grow up, help other children occasionally."

The child probably heard such words for the first time. He lowered his head and stopped talking, as if he was thinking about something.

The two walked in silence to the door of the inn. The child handed the basket to Ji Qian and seemed to have made up his mind before he asked cautiously, "Can I come to you when I grow up?"

Ji Qian smiled and said, "If you want to come and see me, then go to Luofuxian......."

Before he could finish his words, he felt dizzy and opened his eyes suddenly. He was still under the flower tree, and the two old men were still playing chess.

At some point in the future, Su Feng wakes up from his dream. This is his second life. Can he meet you here?