This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Li Daoxuan gently patted Wang Jingshu's back and said softly:

"Okay, okay, cry it out. If you're upset, just cry..."

Hearing him say that, Wang Jingshu felt embarrassed and started to cry.

She sobbed a few times, then pulled away from Li Daoxuan's embrace, and said shyly:

"I'm sorry, Master, I...I...I got your clothes dirty."

Li Daoxuan waved his hand.

"It's just a piece of clothing, it's fine. How are you? Feeling more comfortable?"

Wang Jingshu nodded.

Li Daoxuan turned to the side and pointed ahead, saying:

"Come on, your master will take you home."

Wang Jingshu stepped forward and followed beside Li Daoxuan, walking silently with her head down.

Li Daoxuan smiled and sighed softly:

"Jing Shu, are you upset with your master?"

Wang Jingshu was taken aback, then hurriedly waved her hand and said:

"This disciple wouldn't dare, this disciple... how could I blame Master..."

Li Daoxuan gazed ahead, hands behind his back, and said calmly:

"Your eldest brother Qingfeng, second sister Mingyue, and your brother have all made some progress in the past year or so of following Master, whether in cultivation, reading, or martial arts."

"It seems that your master hasn't taught you anything yet, only you. Don't blame your master?"

Wang Jingshu shook her head vigorously, her eyes serious, and said:

"No, Master taught me the methods of cultivation more than a year ago. It's just that I'm slow-witted and haven't even grasped the basics in over a year. It's not Master's fault..."

As she spoke, Wang Jingshu lowered her head deeply, her hands twitching as she clutched the hem of her dress, murmuring:

"I just... I just feel useless and always causing trouble."

"It was like this last time at Fuyang Mountain, and it's like this again this time."

"Every time, my senior brothers and sisters have to stand up for me, but I can't do anything myself..."

"I've been practicing swordsmanship for over a year, but today I ran into that bad guy who made me lose my grip on the sword in just one move..."

"Master, am I really that useless?"

At this point, Wang Jingshu's tears, which she had managed to hold back, welled up again.

Li Daoxuan stopped and turned to look at her. He neither comforted nor advised her, but simply watched Wang Jingshu cry quietly.

Only after Wang Jingshu stopped crying, feeling embarrassed, did he smile and say:

"It seems our junior sister has grown up and is starting to reflect on herself..."

Wang Jingshu smiled through her tears, her face flushed with shyness.

"Master, you're laughing at me..."

Li Daoxuan laughed and patted her head again.

"Although what you said is incorrect, the fact that you can think this way shows that you have indeed grown up a lot."

"However, Jing Shu... there's one thing you need to understand: the key to maintaining a close and harmonious relationship between people lies in the mutual favors and favors we all do for each other."

"If you owe nothing to anyone, you're not far from becoming a lonely person."

"Of course, if you feel useless because of this, then you are really making a big mistake."

Wang Jingshu's lips turned down, and she looked as if she was about to cry:

"But...but I'm always the one being protected..."

Li Daoxuan gently grasped Wang Jingshu's shoulder, a warm smile on his face, and said:

"But today, I saw a very brave Jing Shu."

Wang Jingshu was taken aback, somewhat bewildered.

Li Daoxuan continued:

"When Qingfeng was being threatened, you didn't hesitate for a moment when you drew your sword to help him, even though you knew the other party was stronger than you, you weren't afraid at all."

"Such courage and attitude are far more valuable than temporary skill."

"Because a person's attitude towards the strong when they are weak is the foundation that determines whether they can become strong in the future."

"Attitude is far more important than one's own ability."

Wang Jingshu stood there, her eyes sparkling, as if something was quietly taking root and sprouting in her heart.

Li Daoxuan knew that Wang Jingshu might not fully understand these words, but as her master, he still had to say them.

Just as Wang Jingshu was lost in thought, Li Daoxuan walked to the riverbank, casually plucked a green bamboo stalk, removed the branches and leaves, and said to Wang Jingshu:

"Come, Jing Shu, practice your sword with your master. Listen carefully, remember carefully, the key is to pay attention..."

After saying that, Li Daoxuan began practicing his swordsmanship on his own.

Wang Jingshu didn't even know that her master was also skilled in swordsmanship. She clearly remembered that when she first became his disciple, her master said that he was not good at martial arts.

Wang Jingshu didn't have time to think much. She quickly drew her sword and began practicing with Li Daoxuan, move by move.

Gradually, she discovered that her master's sword moves were very casual, and could even be said to have no rules at all.

It's like a child holding a bamboo pole, dancing around wherever he wants, waving it here and there.

Sometimes it's as slow as a snail, and sometimes it's as fast as lightning.

Wang Jingshu tried her best to practice, but as she practiced, she felt extremely awkward, as if she couldn't feel her strength, or as if she couldn't keep up no matter how hard she tried...

This awkward feeling made Wang Jingshu feel so miserable she wanted to vomit blood...

"Don't focus too much on the moves. Watch my breathing and feel the spirit in my swordsmanship."

Just then, Li Daoxuan's voice rang in her ears.

Wang Jingshu's heart skipped a beat, her attention immediately diverted, and her eyes involuntarily turned to Li Daoxuan's mouth, nose, chest, and abdomen.

The five senses are amplified to their maximum in an instant.

In a daze, she felt her mind being drawn in, and Li Daoxuan's aura became clearer in her eyes.

Unconsciously, Wang Jingshu's chest began to rise and fall in rhythm with Li Daoxuan's breathing.

The sword in his hand also seemed to have no rules, and although it looked like the same style as Li Daoxuan's sword technique, it gave people a very different feeling.

If an outsider were to observe, they would notice that although Wang Jingshu and Li Daoxuan's swordsmanship is exactly the same, it is as if they are two different sets of swordsmanship.

Gradually, Li Daoxuan and Wang Jingshu entered a state of profound mystery.

Guided by Li Daoxuan's mental power, Wang Jingshu lost herself in the moment, her eyes fixed only on Li Daoxuan's figure and the bamboo branch in his hand.

The breath she took, each inhale and exhale, seemed to materialize in her mind, and she copied it down.

The sword techniques gradually began to contain a strange divine intent.

If Qingfeng and Mingyue were here, they would immediately see that this set of sword moves clearly incorporates the methods of talismanic seals. The feet are treading on the Dipper and the breathing is naturally in harmony with the sword technique, containing the ability to mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

As Wang Jingshu became more and more engrossed, her swordplay became increasingly fluid, and it seemed as if another wisp of energy from heaven and earth was being guided by her and attached to each of her swords.

Then it was transmitted through the sword into her body, flowing continuously along her meridians and collaterals.

Finally, it returned to the sword, transforming into wisps of faint, flickering sword light.

Li Daoxuan's figure came to an abrupt halt.

Standing there, watching Wang Jingshu still engrossed in her story, I was filled with joy.

"It seems... this method of sword immortal cultivation has at least achieved its first step..."