Time flies, and Yang Le has stayed in Ziyun Temple for twelve years.

Since becoming Qingsong's disciple, Yang Le has followed Qingsong in addition to diligently practicing martial arts and studying Taoist classics. He has also spent more time studying medical skills. Especially after Yang Le invented anesthetics, Qingsong taught Yang Le everything he could.

Speaking of medical skills, Qingsong's medical skills are probably only good in the world of martial arts, but they are incomparable to those of famous murderers. However, the old Taoist is a good old man, and he has treated many people in the world of martial arts in the past few decades, so he has some special skills.

A bit of a reputation for eating well.

As for martial arts, the old Taoist only taught the mental method of Ziyun Qigong, which focuses on health preservation, and a set of Qinglian sword techniques that Yang Lezai seemed to be ordinary. However, Yang Lezai was only thinking about practicing Beiming Shenqong from the beginning, so he didn't

I just don’t care. The old Taoist doesn’t seem to care much about how well Yang Le is practicing martial arts, and he doesn’t even care about it at all. He probably just wants Yang Le to study medicine. But with the teachings of the old Taoist, Yang Le really opens up his martial arts skills.

Gate. Now Yang Le has learned the Lingbo Weibu, and the Beiming Divine Art is just short of the last step to open up the Rendu Meridian and merge the meridians of the whole body. Unfortunately, in the past twelve years, Yang Le has never absorbed other people's internal energy. He is wearing Beiming Zhen.

Qi is all cultivated by oneself.

Since entering Ziyun Temple, every time Lao Tao takes Yang Le to practice, he has basically gone to the mountains to pick medicines and see doctors in the countryside. He rarely interacts with people in the world, let alone fights, and the only few times he encounters bandits are some

They were defeated easily. Especially after Yang Le killed a gangster with one palm in his first attack, Qingsong did not let Yang Le go out to the Taoist temple for a year. Later, the old Taoist got older and older, and also

He travels less and less to practice medicine. So Yang Le has no chance to absorb other people's internal energy. Apart from the old Taoist and the two Taoist boys, the only one in this Taoist temple is the senior brother who only chants sutras and practices elixirs all day long. He can't absorb them. Bai

After living in vain for so many years, Yang Le has long regarded Taoist temple as his home in this world.

As for the Six Meridians Divine Sword, with his current internal strength, although it is purer than others, it cannot be said to be profound, so it is not enough to support his cultivation.

"Senior Brother Lianting, the master asked you to go see him." The Taoist boy in the medicine garden said respectfully to Yang Le, who was lying on the Taishi's chair.

Now Yang Le is twenty-four years old, wearing a white Taoist robe, with his hair tied back casually. There is a smile on the corner of his mouth. His eyes are slightly narrowed. He is holding "Zhuangzi" in his left hand and a wine bottle in his right hand.

Shows laziness.

"Didn't I tell you that you can either call me Senior Brother Yang Le or just Senior Brother? Don't mention those two words again." Yang Le said helplessly to the Taoist boy.

"Senior Brother Lianting, these are all the rules of this temple." The Taoist boy said innocently. Yang Le could only roll his eyes...

"Ting'er, I'm afraid my end as a teacher is coming, and I don't have much time left." As soon as he entered the door, Qingsong said something that shocked Yang Le.

"Haha, master is joking. You have been practicing Ziyun Qigong for decades and your skills are profound. How can you die so easily?" Yang Le felt tight in his heart and said quickly.

"My master is nearly a hundred years old, and I am satisfied that I have lived for such a long time. You come with me as my master." Qingsong turned around and fiddled with the bookshelf for a while, and an entrance appeared on the side of the bookshelf.

Yang Le followed Qingsong into the secret room. Qingsong pointed to the secret room and said to Yang Le, "This is the secret room where the teacher retreats. All the medical skills I have learned throughout my life are here. I know that you have been secretly practicing other martial arts, and

You can also take some martial arts secrets and experiences."

"Master, did you always know that I practiced other martial arts secretly?" Yang Le looked at Qing Song in shock.

"Do you think I didn't notice when you pretended to fall from the tree?" Qingsong looked at Yang Le jokingly and said, "I am also an orphan. The previous temple master, my master, adopted me. When I first met

When I see you, I think of myself back then, and my teacher is even more delighted to see that although you are weird and out of character, your nature is not bad. Especially when I see that you are quite talented in the medical arts."

Yang Le knew that the little trick he was playing back then had been seen through, and he couldn't help but blush a little. "Later I saw that you killed the bandit with one blow at a young age. As a teacher, I found out that you actually practiced other advanced martial arts. Because Ziyun Qigong

Focusing on health maintenance and focusing on nourishing people with Qi, it is impossible for you to have such skill and kill a strong man with one palm in less than a few years of practice. At first, my teacher was worried that you would become a murderous person, so I didn't want to waste your martial arts skills. Later I met you.

After the murder, I felt uneasy and frightened. I also felt guilty and silently recited the Sutra to Save People for a year when no one was around. I knew that you also had no intention of killing, so I gave up." Qingsong said seriously.

"Fucking guilt, if I hadn't dreamed about the death of the bandit every night, it would have scared me so much that I recited the Sutra of Saviors every night. But it was so dangerous, I was almost crippled by the old guy." Thinking of how I was almost crippled by Qingsong.

Drop it, Yang Le thought in a cold sweat.

"I don't know what hardships you suffered back then, and what opportunities you had to learn advanced martial arts. People who practice Taoism pay attention to the order of body and mind. I have been with you for twelve years, and it is enough to know that you have a kind heart. But that's enough. But

You are born free and easy, and your heart is in the world of mortals. You think that the master has never given you a crown, and you are not considered a Taoist priest. When I was here, you could bear to stay in this Taoist temple. Now, my time is coming, and this Taoist temple will no longer exist.

I can't trap you anymore." Qingsong sighed. "

Master...me." After being together for twelve years, Yang Le had already developed a family-like feeling for Qingsong, not to mention that the master treated him very well. Now listening to Qingsong's last words, his voice was a little choked.

"If my ancestor hadn't adopted me as my teacher, I would have starved to death. Now that I have lived 80 more years, I would have been satisfied. Why do you have to act like a daughter?" Qingsong waved his hand and faced Yang Le.

Ci Ai said.

"Master, actually I was..." Yang Le thought of how caring Qingsong was to him, and felt guilty for a moment when he thought of secretly practicing other martial arts without telling him. He concealed his identity as a time traveler and told Qingsong that he had no intention of doing so.

Obtaining martial arts secrets.

"Then I met the master. Then I..." Qingsong listened quietly to Yang Le's story. When he heard that Beiming's magical power can absorb people's inner energy, a trace of shock and worry flashed in his eyes.

"Master, I have never absorbed other people's internal energy." Of course, Yang Le saw Qingsong's reaction and explained.

"Hey..." After listening to what Yang Le said, Qingsong sighed. He looked at Yang Le again, and suddenly thought of something, and said seriously to Yang Le, "Kneel down and swear to God, unless you are destined to have sex in this life,

Otherwise, you will never be allowed to use Beiming Magic to absorb people’s internal energy."

"Master...I..."

"You don't agree?... Ahem..." Qingsong said angrily. He didn't want to but coughed a few times. Yang Le saw Qingsong getting angry, and saw that his face was pale, and he was stroking his chest and coughing. He had no choice but to kneel down and swear, "Disciple to God

I swear, unless I encounter a very powerful and evil person, or when my disciple's life is at stake, I will never absorb people's internal energy in this life. If you break this oath, you will not die a good death." Of course, Yang Le had to be careful and added a sentence

In order to eliminate the most evil person, Qingsong also thought of Yang Le's thoughts, but when he saw Yang Le swearing, Qingsong's face suddenly became much better.
Chapter completed!