Chapter 11: Practicing Martial Arts Is Really Simple
One incense stick later.
Taoist Longshan left with a complicated mood.
It was both joy and defeat.
The joy was that his disciple was indeed a born Martial Body; no matter what he said, Ning Qi could quickly comprehend, infer, and even grasp insights that even he hadn’t thought of.
Such a prodigy joining the sect was surely a delight.
Yet, the defeat was also due to this.
When a disciple is too gifted, the master feels twice the pressure; in just a brief moment, there was a sense of being drained.
If this continues, and he is asked questions he can’t solve, wouldn’t that be a total loss of dignity?
A thought came to mind.
Taoist Longshan immediately found a pretext to leave.
"Master, you haven’t taught me the other Stance Skills yet!" Ning Qi evidently still wanted more, unaware that he had already restrained himself quite a bit; otherwise, it would be even more shocking.
If someone else said this, Taoist Longshan would have surely rebuked, ’biting off more than one can chew’.