This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Li Daoxuan, forgetting about eating, immediately began to calm down and copy the text.

Since it is about cultivating the Tao, the first choice must be Taoist classics.

Lao Tzu said: "The Great Dao is formless, yet it gives birth to Heaven and Earth; the Great Dao is without emotion, yet it governs the sun and moon; the Great Dao is nameless, yet it nurtures all things; I do not know its name, so I call it Dao..."

The "Taishang Laojun Shuo Chang Qingjing Jing" can be considered an essential classic for beginners in Taoist cultivation.

Li Daoxuan had read this scripture at his father's request.

But he got stuck when he hadn't even finished copying half of it.

Li Daoxuan frowned, scratched his head, and muttered:

"Hiss... what's next?"

No matter how hard he racked his brains, the rest of the content remained vague. He dared not write it down accurately, writing a few words and then erasing them, erasing and writing again, going through this cycle repeatedly.

In the end, Li Daoxuan had no choice but to stop writing, feeling annoyed. Why hadn't he been more focused in his past life and memorized these scriptures more thoroughly?

This can't be blamed on him, after all, living in the previous era, as a student, he had a very heavy academic workload to complete.

There was simply no extra energy to memorize these difficult scriptures.

Now, the opportunity to become an immortal is right in front of him, but he can't grasp it no matter what he does, so he has no choice but to give up.

Fortunately, the system will reward him with these classic texts when he completes a certain milestone, so that he won't be left without a path to enlightenment.

Moreover, he remembered some of these classic texts, so they were somewhat useful.

After finishing breakfast, Li Daoxuan gave Qingfeng the copy of the Thousand Character Classic he had made.

Qingfeng looked at the densely packed characters on the few sheets of Xuan paper in his hand, completely bewildered.

"Sir, this is..."

Li Daoxuan pointed to these words and said gently:

"Consider this an introductory text. Since you've come with me, it won't do for you to be illiterate. Starting today, I'll teach you to read whenever I have free time. Are you willing?"

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng's body trembled slightly. An incredulous look flashed in his eyes, which then turned into intense excitement and surprise.

His eyes quickly welled up with tears, and his knees slowly bent, on the verge of kneeling down.

Li Daoxuan gently raised his hand, and a wisp of magical power blocked Qingfeng's knees, preventing him from kneeling.

"I've already said, don't kneel so easily. A fine man kneels to his ancestors for sacrifices, to his parents for filial piety, and to his teachers for education. He doesn't have to kneel for anything else."

Qingfeng forced back her tears and nodded emphatically.

"Yes, I understand."

Li Daoxuan smiled gently and said:

"Just remember that. Come on, today we'll learn the first sentence. Repeat after me, 'In the beginning, heaven and earth were vast...'"

Qingfeng wiped away her tears and recited with a resounding voice: "In the primordial chaos of heaven and earth..."

"Very good, the first character is pronounced 'tian' (天). What is 'tian'? Legend has it that long, long ago, in the chaos of creation, nothing was visible. After countless years, a giant was born from that chaos..."

Li Daoxuan not only taught how to pronounce the character "Qingfeng," but also patiently explained its meaning, its historical allusions, and so on.

Qingfeng listened very attentively, not daring to miss a single word. He felt that if he missed a sentence because he wasn't paying attention, it would be the greatest disrespect to his teacher.

And so, with teaching and learning going on, time quietly slipped away.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Qingfeng has basically memorized the entire Thousand Character Classic, but he is not yet proficient enough.

That evening, Qingfeng was pacing back and forth in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, reciting the Thousand Character Classic.

When he recited, "The fundamental solution lies in agriculture, and we must focus on farming," he suddenly got stuck.

He immediately frowned and pondered deeply, muttering to himself:

"Chu...Chu...what was it again?"

Just as Qingfeng thought he was about to remember, a voice suddenly came from outside the east courtyard wall.

"Initially, I planted millet and sorghum in the southern fields."

Qingfeng's eyes lit up, and he struck with his fist and palm:

"Yes, yes, that's right, it's Chuzai Nanmu, where I cultivate millet and sorghum..."

But then Qingfeng paused, abruptly turning his head to look outside the courtyard wall.

On the branches of the ancient, verdant camphor tree outside the wall, a little girl was sitting, seemingly out of nowhere.

The little girl was about ten years old. She was quite pretty and cute, but her eyes had a dull look to them. Her pupils, which should have been clear and bright, were instead a deathly gray.

"It's you again?"

Qingfeng frowned.

The little girl is blind, and for the past ten days or so, she has often climbed up that ancient camphor tree to listen to him read.

Qingfeng was secretly surprised. The little girl had memorized the Thousand Character Classic just by hearing it, and even knew exactly where she had left off.

This memory and talent are clearly far beyond my own.

Hearing the sound of the breeze, the little girl tilted her head and smiled, her laughter lively and full of childlike innocence.

"Hehehe... Big brother, if you can't memorize this, your husband is going to spank your hands!"

Qingfeng paused, looking somewhat helpless.

The teacher is usually very gentle, but he is extremely strict when it comes to studying.

This morning, the master gave a strict order: after he finishes his practice, he will be checked before dinner. If he can't recite it, he will really get a slap on the palm of his hand, and that will hurt terribly.

Qingfeng ignored the little girl and continued to bury himself in his studies.

Although the little girl sitting on the tree branch couldn't see, she could imagine Qingfeng's troubled look and couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

This made Qingfeng quite unhappy.

"What are you laughing at? I can't concentrate on my studies anymore."

The little girl covered her mouth and said:

"It's very difficult to memorize something by rote like this."

Qingfeng was taken aback and was about to retort when he remembered that the little girl had memorized the text completely after only listening to him read it for about ten days. He couldn't help but wonder if she had a better method.

So he patiently asked:

"Then how do you suggest we carry it?"

The little girl nimbly stood up on the tree branch, looked down at the gentle breeze, and said in a clear voice:

"Every sentence in this book you are reading actually has a specific meaning. For example, the sea is salty and the river is fresh. When you read this sentence, you should imagine yourself flowing eastward along the great river to the sea, scooping up a handful of water to taste. The river water is fresh, and the sea water is salty."

"When you read about scaled creatures diving into the abyss and feathered birds soaring in the heavens..."

"In any case, you can't just memorize them by rote. You should create mental images of the sentences so that you can naturally recite them just by looking at those images..."

Qingfeng was taken aback by what she said, realizing that the little girl's words made perfect sense.

He closed his eyes and carefully contemplated the scene, and sure enough, images appeared in his mind.

Not only did he memorize the sentences in the Thousand Character Classic more firmly, but he also gained a deeper understanding of the profound meaning of each sentence.

When he opened his eyes again, Qingfeng looked at the little girl with a noticeable increase in respect.

I couldn't help but admire her in my heart, what a clever little girl.

He straightened his clothes and bowed respectfully to the little girl.

"Thank you for your guidance, young lady."

The little girl waved her hand casually and said:

"You're welcome. It's just that you're progressing too slowly. Your husband hasn't taught you anything new in half a month..."

Qingfeng immediately looked embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.

At this moment, Li Daoxuan, who was meditating in his room, slowly opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the little girl, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"What a bright and clever little girl..."