"Boy, you have a rare great wisdom and perseverance!" Looking at the only Taoist Guo Yongbai, who was still sitting cross-legged without leaving, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, and exclaimed: "Now, you can still be a young man with a firm will and a unique vision, so God is really fond of me to the immortal gate!"

"Senior, I'm sorry..." At this point, Guo Yong was naturally embarrassed to say that he was unable to get up and leave because of his leg paralysis, so he was forced to stay. He had to smile and said, "I wonder what do you want me to stay? "

"What other words do you teach? First, it depends on whether you have that spiritual root!" Taoist Bai Ao said that, and walked around Guo Yong a few times, and praised from time to time: "Tsk tsk, it's really good. A good seedling that is rare in a century. It's empty and a piece of white paper. You can do whatever you want. God really treats me well!"

This made Guo Yong feel a little nervous. After all, only Frankenstein can say such words, and this old man's appearance is not much different from Frankenstein. No matter how you look at it, it is not very normal. In addition, this guy's tone is extremely ambiguous, so Guo Yong doesn't listen very steadily anyway.

Fortunately, Taoist Bai Ao became much more normal next time. He first ordered Guo Yong to go to the front yard to chop firewood, and then he sat in the hall honestly, closed his eyes to calm down. Although Guo Yong said that his magic power was empty, he was still strong. He also knew that the old Taoist had a noble status and was not young, so he was not opposed to helping others work. He came to the front yard with an axe, picked up a few thick logs and started chopping firewood, and he drank very vigorously.

I thought I would participate in labor, but Taoist Bai Ao was testing whether he was sincere. After all, I heard too many stories about this. For example, the old man who taught Zhang Liang's military strategy would use the method of picking up shoes to test it. As long as he continued to work, he would be able to achieve his goal sooner or later.

But what Guo Yong didn't expect was that this old guy seemed to have no intention, but he really treated him as a long-term worker. After chopping wood, he boiled water, and after boiling water, he cleaned the house. It was already late. The old Taoist stood up and looked at Guo Yong with a smile. In the latter's expectant gaze, he said: "I want to eat roasted wild boars tonight. You can go to the mountain to get three heads."

Your sister! It’s wrong for you monk to instruct me to go out and kill animals. You are a cultivator and not a Taoist in the mundane world. I won’t care about you anymore, but you still have to kill three more people? When did the wild boar eat the “head”?

He observed calmly, and the old Taoist seemed not to be joking. Guo Yong had to sigh and prepare to set off to fight the wild boar. Anyway, he had magic weapons on his body, so it would be no problem to clean up a few wild boars. But before he could reach the door, the storage bag on his body suddenly flew out. When he looked back, he had already reached the hand of Taoist Bai Ao. The old Taoist pointed to the weapon stand in the corner and said, "A iron spear, a short knife, a horn bow, and a pot of wolf-toothed arrows. Take these, I wish you success!"

At least you have to give it to a horse when you succeed, right? Besides, the legendary mountain is not very close to it. Guo Yong sighed and took the weapon, walked out of the Taoist temple in shame, and found that the old Taoist was not ruthless. He actually prepared a small donkey for him, which should be for traveling, and finally he could comfort him.

It is difficult to walk on the mountain road, but fortunately he is now considered a Taoist temple. No senior brother who flew to the Immortal Sect to chase him again. Occasionally, he saw familiar candidates being chased by him. Guo Yong still had some situations in his mind. Anyway, he was just dealing with wild boars. It was much simpler than dealing with those senior brothers. Besides, he had practiced riding and shooting. Although he only had a donkey, he could use it at least just a little while. I just don't know what skills the old senior could teach him, and whether it was worth it to work so hard.

There were a lot of wild boars on the mountain, which surprised Guo Yong very much, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt relieved. To put it bluntly, this is also a small task, but it is just a task of killing monsters. When he received the task of killing monsters in his previous life when he was fighting online games, the little monsters were all together in a pile, and there was no psychological burden.

Moreover, although these wild boars are arranged in a dense manner, they are somewhat far away in the middle and do not have the good habit of helping each other. Guo Yong shot one of them from afar. The wild boar fell to the ground, and the rest did not mean to go forward to watch. They still did what they should do. Finally, he felt relieved and calculated the distance. After killing the three wild boars, Guo Yong was originally proud, but in the end he realized that the biggest difficulty was not how to kill the wild boars, but how to move the three wild boars with a total weight of more than 600 kilograms back.

After thinking about it, he put two of them on the back of the donkey, and the remaining one was carried on his shoulders. The originally arrogant donkey suddenly became weak. Guo Yong was so tired that he stuck out his tongue and returned to the Taoist temple. He happened to see the old Taoist sitting at the door smoking a dry cigarette. He couldn't help but ask: "I said, senior, I can get here, and I am an elite at least. You just let me do this. If you delay the serious business, then wouldn't you waste your time and suffer a lot!"

Taoist Bai Ao shook his head and said, "Not a loss. Now the disciples in the sect are too lazy and always have to talk about what conditions they have to say. Hiring a chef also requires money. If you can have someone to serve me for free, how can you lose money?"

Guo Yong immediately made a diligent worker and said with a bitter face: "Then what do you think of the younger generation?"

"You kid is quite diligent. You can teach you, but rules are rules. I will give you a question later. If I can answer it, I will naturally teach you some skills." After Dao Ren Bai Ao said that, he wiped the corner of his mouth with a greasy stain, turned around and pointed to the small door behind him, and said, "The so-called question is also very simple. It's this door. As long as you can pass this door, I will teach you some skills. It's very simple, right?"

It was simple, but Guo Yong had no chance of luck. He walked over a few steps and pushed the door. Sure enough, he didn't move at all. There seemed to be no magical blessings inside. It was just a huge force to hold it back. He, a hero with two swords, obviously does not have the same level of strength.

"This..." Guo Yong suddenly felt that it was not easy. He was not afraid of using his brain, but was most afraid of such things that were solved purely by strength. It was mainly because his own strength was too weak. There was almost no solution to this kind of super gate. He looked at Taoist Bai Ao with a headache.
Chapter completed!