"You... don't worry, even if your disciple dies, he will definitely cure you!"

Lin Daoren's body trembled and his eyes were red:

"The imperial treasury has the peerless spiritual medicine 'Diyuan Dadan', and the disciples will take it even if they fight to the death!"

"I'm so old, how can I do this little daughter's form? Not to mention that the Earth Yuan Dadan may not be able to save me. Even if it is feasible, with your seriously injured body, how can you enter the palace?"

The old Taoist waved his hand and interrupted his disciple:

"If you dare to go, the old Taoist will immediately stop himself, so as to avoid the white-haired person sending black-haired person..."

Speaking of this, the old Taoist's eyes were also a little red.

Even if he acted calmly, the news of his disciples' death would be enough to make him feel heartbroken.

“Master…”

Yang Yu did not interfere in the conversation between the two masters and apprentices.

In fact, he had already urged Tongyou at the first time, but this old Taoist did not know whether he was possessing a strange treasure or his spiritual practice was too high that he could not see his fate.

And he wanted to urge the rest of the book of the Ming Book to make it possible, and he could only use the magical powers that span three categories of the sect of Tongyou.

Seeing that the disciple who was almost crying after a few words of chat, the old Taoist felt sad, but pretended to be impatient and sent:

"Go and wait aside. My teacher wants to chat with Xiaoyou Yang alone, and don't think about eavesdropping."

Daoren Lin said silently, bowed his hands and retreated, and stood by the rising bonfire.

Not far away, Zhao Kun was busy.

"My friend Yang, don't blame him. Because of the old Taoist, my disciple has been too extreme in recent years and is not bad in nature..."

Looking at Dao Ren Lin who was silent by the bonfire, Taoist Zhenyan sighed slightly.

"You're over-thinking."

Yu Yang answered.

Overnight, the sect fell over, and the master who was both a master and a father, all his disciples and brothers who regarded relatives and friends were slaughtered. Lin Daoren was in a perverse mood, and Qin Si also mentioned it.

However, understanding is understanding, but good feelings are naturally not worth mentioning.

"well……"

Zhenyan saw his perfunctory behavior, sighed slightly in his heart, but didn't say much, and said:

"When it comes to the fusion casting of hundreds of classics, the old Taoist also has some experiences, and perhaps some uselessness, but this is a long story, so I'd better find a pen and ink later and then put it on the paper..."

"Thank you, Master."

Yu Yang bowed and thanked him.

As soon as the topic changed, the old Taoist looked serious: "However, I wish my Taoist bluntly said that compared to the smelting of the hundred classics, Yang Xiaoyou's top priority at this time is to keep the precepts."

"Keep the precepts."

Yu Yang pondered for a while, took out a letter raft and handed it to the old Taoist:

"As for keeping precepts, I'm also prepared. I wonder if I'll teach me?"

During the twenty days after leaving the illusion of Wanxiang Mountain, he made the most preparations in addition to healing his wounds and digesting the martial arts essence of the sloppy Taoist.

With the sloppy Taoist's tips, he had some clues, but he didn't have any clues in his mind whether there was any lack or whether it was feasible.

"Although various schools have different methods of keeping precepts, they are mostly inseparable from the 'six desires and seven emotions' and cannot escape from this world of worldly world, because keeping precepts is not a slogan.

We must also put it into words and deeds, and achieve the unity of knowledge and action..."

While speaking, the old Taoist opened the letter raft. He didn't care much at first, but when he glanced over, his eyes flashed with surprise:
Chapter completed!