"Of course not." The old Taoist priest said casually, took a bite of the snake fruit, raised his goatee, and asked again: "Is there a place with strong spiritual energy in the secular world? Did you find this snake fruit nearby?
"
"There is a sea snake cave here, under the seabed's spiritual veins. I will take you there for a tour tomorrow."
Now, except for Xiaobao's matters, Yin Dong was not interested in talking about it. Soon, he changed the topic back and talked about Xiaobao's situation in detail. Then, he asked again: "Can Xiaobao practice now?"
"Xiaobao is born with a Taoist body and can practice at any time. However, because he is too young and his body is not fully developed yet, the amount of spiritual energy in his body must be strictly controlled. It must be an appropriate amount and must not accumulate."
As he said this, the old Taoist priest looked at Xiaobao, his eyebrows elated again. Even in the heyday of the sect, it was difficult for such a peerless genius to be born with a Taoist body. No, these were all peerless evildoers.
Xiaobao didn't understand what adults said very well, but he also understood the sentence "You won't grow taller". His little mouth was so pouted that it could hang a bottle of oil, and tears welled up in his eyes.
The old Taoist priest quickly comforted him and said, "Xiaobao, if you don't cry, tell Master, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Suddenly, the tears that had been held back for a long time rolled out. Xiaobao dropped the golden beans and said aggrievedly: "Baby, grow taller, grow taller!"
"It will definitely grow taller. My little treasure can be taller than your father." The old Taoist priest said dotingly. Seeing the little guy's face bleed with cuteness, he couldn't help but kiss his little face.
Xiaobao actually wiped his mouth with his little paw and said disgustedly: "Master, you are dirty, you need to take a bath!"
This little kid's thinking jumped so much that the old Taoist priest didn't even react. After being stunned for a moment, the fat Wang Yan burst into laughter: "Old liar, look, you are disliked by your disciple, go and take a shower!"
Yin Dong and Gu Wen were both in no mood to laugh. They looked at each other, each feeling regretful.
At this moment, a burst of footsteps came, and Ling Fan's loud voice rang outside the yard: "Dongzi, are you alive? I R, you bastard, you won't die until you die."
Send me a message?"
Soon, Ling Fan rushed in like a gust of wind. He suddenly realized that the atmosphere in the yard was unusual, and stopped suddenly.
The old Taoist priest, who was disliked by Xiaobao, was performing a water ball technique on himself. A water ball as big as a basin appeared and hit the old and the young on the head, washing both of them.
Clean.
Ling Fan witnessed this wretched old Taoist priest perform a spell with his own eyes. He was stunned and murmured: "Is this a spell?"
Xiaobao found it strange and cried out: "I want it, Master, I want it!"
Yin Dong felt his master's figure shaking slightly, and quickly pulled Xiaobao off and said, "Go and play with the little golden retriever so that he and Dajin don't fight."
Xiaobao's attention was immediately diverted. His little paws roughly pulled the little golden retriever squatting next to him, and walked towards Daijin who was lying at the door.
Yin Dong looked at Ling Fan and asked calmly: "Does your military want to kill me and silence me?"
Ling Fan said angrily: "What's the benefit of killing you? Don't talk nonsense. I am more anxious to chop off the mastermind than you. I suspect that the secret of Haidao base has been discovered by the cultivation world. You
When the plane we were traveling on crashed, forces from the cultivation world intervened."
"Didn't you find something? Being able to hit the plane I was riding in so accurately, and then chase him to Wuyi Mountain and blow up the Taoist temple where my master is located, is not something ordinary people can do. Your goal
The scope shouldn’t be that big either.”
The anger in Yin Dong's heart soared, almost uncontrollably. Dragon Yuan came out of his body, naturally exuding a kind of tyrannical majesty, which was intimidating. Except for the old Taoist priest, the other three people were trembling and almost gave out.
Kneel down.
Xiaobao, on the other hand, acted like a normal person. He pulled the frightened little golden retriever to the door and said to the equally frightened Dajin: "Dajin, don't bite. Little golden retriever, be good."
The old Taoist priest's eyes were always following the little treasure, as if looking at a rare treasure, as if he was afraid that if he blinked, the treasure would fly away. As for Ling Fan, he simply ignored it.
"Dongzi, don't..." Ling Fan shouted, sweating profusely.
Yin Dong restrained his breath and looked at Ling Fan walking over. He was a little exhausted, so he said venomously: "You are getting old before you get old, Brother Ling. You are not even thirty yet, and your body is already so weak."
Ling Fan directly ignored Yin Dong and said quietly: "This is master, why don't you introduce him to me?"
Yin Dong asked back: "What are you introducing?"
Ling Fan was so blessed that he immediately kowtowed and paid homage to his master, saying: "Disciple Ling Fan, pay homage to the master."
The old Taoist priest finally turned his eyes back to Xiaobao, glanced at Ling Fan, frowned, and shouted at Yin Dong: "What are you causing trouble, you brat? If you accept a disciple on behalf of a master, why don't you accept it?"
One after another, collecting rags?"
Yin Dong smiled coquettishly and said: "This is a registered disciple. Only Wenzi is a direct disciple, and there is a fat man who is also a registered disciple. Well, the others are the soldiers who have passed on the Blood Tempering Chapter to me. Do you want to include them?
That’s it. That’s it.”
Xiaobao actually understood. He hurriedly raised his little paws and interjected: "Brother, three, um, sister, too."
For Xiaobao, the old Taoist priest was extremely fond of him with his pleasant look. He immediately smiled and said: "Oh, our Xiaobao also wants a companion. Okay, let's take the three brothers and sister in, and the master will teach them together."
OK?"
"Okay, hello, Master!" Xiaobao smiled happily and sent a good person card to Master.
The difference in treatment was so obvious that Yin Dong couldn't help but grit his teeth and said angrily: "Old liar, after all, I saw that they have good qualifications, so they accepted apprentices as teachers. This kid just wants a few playmates, and you don't say anything.
If you take it in, doesn’t it count as a rag collector?”
Xiaobao was angry: "The rake is broken, I want to beat it!"
The old Taoist priest simply slapped his palm, and a shadow of his palm flew into the air, knocking Yin Dong to the ground, and then asked: "Do you want to hit him again?"
Yin Dong got up in embarrassment, patted the dust on his body, and couldn't help complaining depressedly: "You weren't so violent before. Master, did you take the wrong medicine?"
"You've never been such a bastard before!" the old Taoist priest said angrily, and then said: "The disciples who have taught the blood-quenching technique can be regarded as outer disciples, and they are not allowed to accept any more disciples in the future!"
Yin Dong suddenly thought that Luo Ping and the others had passed on the Blood Tempering Chapter, and quickly said: "Where is the art master? I also passed on three disciples from the monk family. They all cultivated the power of blood, and I want to try it.
To see if there would be any conflict between dragon power and bloodline power, I passed on the technique to them."
Gu Wen was still a little surprised: "I heard from Brother Ling's eldest brother that in today's world of cultivation, families that can cultivate the power of bloodline all have some background. How did you deceive the children of these families?"
Chapter completed!