I was selling peach wood swords on a live stream, how did I become a Taoist ancestor?

Inside Qingfeng Temple, Li Jun looked at Jin Hao's expectant eyes and felt extremely flustered.

Guidance? He himself was full of questions and didn't know who to ask!

But seeing Jin Hao's "you are my life mentor" expression, Li Jun knew that he had to continue to maintain his "wise man" image.

He took a deep breath, his mind racing.

I need to say something.

Ideally, it should sound profound but actually be the same as saying nothing at all.

Thinking of this, Li Jun put down the book "Basic Qi Refining Techniques", looked past Jin Hao's shoulder and out the window.

"Golden Horn."

"The path of cultivation is like climbing a mountain."

His tone was slow and deliberate, as if each word had been refined by time and deep thought, carrying a sense of vicissitude.

"Look at those mountains." Li Jun raised his hand and pointed to the faint outline of the distant mountains outside the window. "From afar, they appear majestic and unified, but up close, each step reveals a different scene."

Some people rush headlong into the mountain, only to be out of breath and exhausted before they reach the halfway point. Others proceed cautiously, seemingly slowly, but ultimately manage to enjoy the panoramic views from the summit.

Jin Hao listened intently, his eyes glued to the screen, and his body unconsciously leaned forward, just like a diligent student in class, afraid of missing a single word.

Li Jun turned his gaze back to Jin Hao's face, "You can now light up one-third of the spirit-testing crystal rod. This speed is rare anywhere."

Upon hearing this, Jin Hao's face had just shown a hint of joy when Li Jun changed the subject.

"But you must understand that a tall building rises from the ground; if the foundation is not solid, the earth will shake and the mountains will tremble."

Jin Hao was taken aback. "Brother Taoist, do you mean... my foundation is flawed? Not solid enough?"

"No," Li Jun shook his head. "You have a very good foundation, abundant yang energy, and vigorous blood and qi. These are your advantages."

"But cultivation is not only about progress, but also about state of mind."

He paused, then continued his rambling: "When the mind is calm, the breath flows smoothly; when the breath flows smoothly, success is achieved."

"Your current eagerness for quick success and instant benefits is actually detrimental."

Jin Hao nodded thoughtfully.

"What should I do then?"

"Let nature take its course," Li Jun uttered four words. "Cultivate daily, but don't force progress."

"When things fall into place naturally, that is the right way."

This sounds very abstract, but it doesn't actually offer any concrete advice.

Pure nonsense literature.

But Jin Hao felt enlightened after hearing this.

"I understand!" He slapped his thigh. "Brother Taoist, you mean I can't just focus on how much the crystal rod lights up; I need to focus on the cultivation process itself!"

"Yes, that's exactly what I meant." Li Jun nodded quickly.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

I finally managed to fool everyone.

However, seeing Jin Hao's look of sudden realization, he felt a little guilty.

This fatso really treats him like a brother; he trusts him that much.

But all I could do was try to fool him with nonsense.

Thinking of this, Li Jun's heart stirred.

Now that Jin Hao has joined the Night Watch, he will inevitably have to fight against evil spirits in the future.

Although this kid has strong yang energy and is protected by talismans, he still needs to have some real skills to rely on.

"Golden Horn," Li Jun began, "Now that you're with the Night's Watch, what combat techniques have you learned?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Hao scratched his head.

"Every day, I would learn some fighting skills from the senior members of the branch, practice grappling, and practice knife skills."

"But these are somewhat useful against evil spirits with physical forms. If you encounter something without a physical form, you'll still have to rely on the treasures you gave me, Taoist brother."

"Hmm... how about this?" Li Jun thought for a moment, "I'll teach you some swordsmanship."

Now that he has obtained the Demon-Suppressing Sword, he has gained a lot more swordsmanship experience.

Although he himself was a beginner, he was more than capable of teaching a complete novice like Jin Hao.

"Really?!" Jin Hao's eyes lit up. "Taoist brother, you're willing to teach me swordsmanship?"

"Hmm." Li Jun nodded. "But whether you can learn it or not depends on yourself."

"I definitely can! I will definitely study hard!" Jin Hao was so excited he almost jumped up.

Li Jun got up and picked up the Demon-Suppressing Sword from his desk.

"Let's go to the back mountain."

The two left the Taoist temple and headed towards the back of the mountain.

On the way, Jin Hao looked curiously at the sword in Li Jun's hand.

"Brother Taoist, is this your new sword? It looks really special."

"Mm." Li Jun nodded.

He didn't say much.

The Demon-Suppressing Sword is somewhat complex and difficult to explain.

The two arrived at an open space on the back of the mountain.

The terrain here is flat, surrounded by a few old trees, and few people usually come here.

"This is fine."

Li Jun stood still, holding the Demon-Suppressing Sword in his hand.

The sword trembled slightly, as if in response to him.

Jin Hao quickly ran to the edge of the open space, his eyes fixed on Li Jun, afraid of missing any detail.

At this moment, Li Jun gripped the sword, feeling a slight tremor from it as if connected to his bloodline, and a sudden urge to try it out surged within him.

Since those sword techniques were imprinted in his mind, he has not yet had the chance to practice them thoroughly.

Those moves and techniques of exerting force are like sealed memories, eagerly awaiting release.

Today is perfect.

"Golden Horn, watch closely."

After saying this, Li Jun said no more, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his breath sank into his dantian.

Starting stance.

It's a very simple movement: hold the sword vertically in front of you with one hand, the tip pointing upwards, and press the hilt of the sword with your left hand and fingers together.

But the instant he struck that pose, Jin Hao vaguely felt that Li Jun, who was standing there, seemed to freeze for a moment for no apparent reason.

The whole person felt an indescribable sense of harmony with the ground beneath their feet, the wind around them, and the sky above them, a feeling of profound stillness and majestic grandeur.

Then, the sword moved.

It started extremely slowly, so slowly that Jin Hao could see every turn and every shift of the center of gravity.

Thrust, tease, hang, point, collapse, intercept...

Each move was clear and distinct, even appearing somewhat rigid.

Li Jun's gaze was focused and calm, as if he were immersed in his own world.

But gradually, the speed increased.

The transitions between moves become smooth and natural, no longer a rigid disassembly, but rather like a continuous stream.

The sword light began to swirl around him, cutting through the air with a deep and pleasant "whoosh" sound.

Li Jun became more and more engrossed in his practice.

The experiences in his mind were rapidly merging with his bodily memories.

He felt as if he were truly wielding this sword, having practiced it hundreds of times in some unknown era, under the moon, on mountain peaks, and in the wilderness.

Every turn, every sword-handling motion, is natural and simple, like breathing, yet it contains a kind of concise and efficient beauty of power.

The sword wind began to howl, stirring up scattered fallen leaves and fine dust on the ground, forming a faint, flowing vortex centered on Li Jun.

Jin Hao was already mesmerized, his mouth unconsciously agape.

He didn't understand swordsmanship, but he could sense that the Taoist's swordsmanship was extraordinary.

It wasn't some fancy performance, but the true art of killing.

Each sword strike was crisp and clean, without any unnecessary movements.

Moreover, there is an indescribable charm to it.

Just then, Li Jun reached a point of great enjoyment in his practice.

His mind was clear and free from distractions; suddenly, the method of applying force for the "Slaying Demons" move flashed through his mind.

The thought had barely formed in my mind, before I even had a chance to think it through.

The warm energy in his dantian seemed to possess its own spirit, responding to his thoughts and splitting into a wisp of pure energy that rapidly traveled along a specific meridian, directly through his right arm, and flowed into the evil-suppressing sword in his hand without any hindrance.

hum!

The ancient sword, which had been silent all along, suddenly emitted a trembling sound like a dragon's roar!

A faint light shimmered on the sword's blade.

Li Junfu, guided by a sudden inspiration, followed the surging power and the sword's guidance, taking a step, spinning, and swinging his arm...

next moment.

A sword strike was unleashed!