"The girl is ambitious in all directions, and the poor road is very envious, I hope that the girl will eventually achieve her wishes and live her life at will. ”

Lao Daopan sat in the dining hall, next to the one and two cylinders full of envy, just why Miao Miao put wine and practiced.

He never asked He Miaomiao's surname, where she came from, and where she was going, nor did he ask why she understood the Tao Sutra so well at such a young age. In his heart, meeting and acquaintance are already fate, and parting is a matter of time, so why bother to get to the bottom of it.

He Miaomiao knew his thoughts, and he never took the initiative to talk about his identity. The person who left the "Yuan Shi Tao Sutra" was originally a monk, and the old Taoist would not be unaware and not ask, not because he didn't care, but because he had another tacit understanding.

"Thank you for your hospitality, and may the Lord realize the Tao in his heart as soon as possible. ”

He Miaomiao picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, and when she saw that the first and second cylinders were quite reluctant, she couldn't help but smile and touch the little heads of the two.

She didn't shy away from a few people, and her divine sense went straight into the storage bag, from which she sacrificed a fist-sized transparent cobblestone.

In the eyes of several people, it appeared out of thin air, and even floated on the table and kept turning, so startled that one or two cylinders opened their mouths widely, but they couldn't speak for a long time.

Lao Dao's face was still calm, but a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, and he chuckled a few times and saluted He Miaomiao with his fists again.

"It turns out that the girl is really a master of the fairy family. ”

He Miao pursed her lips and chuckled silently, beckoning to the first and second tubes, asking them to stand next to the spirit beads floating in the air.

"One, you put your hand on it first, this stone can test whether you have immortal fate. ”

A usually lively and innocent, but at this time he was stunned, looked back at the old road, and put his right hand up when he agreed.

Five extremely faint rays of light lit up, so frightened that he immediately withdrew his hand and pushed the second cylinder for him to try too.

The second cylinder does not talk more than him, he is quite shy, he is quite old-fashioned and self-controlled, he is sensitive, knowing that He Miaomiao will not hurt them, he is very relieved to put his hand on the spirit bead.

The golden red rose to the sky, almost catching up with the dazzling light when He Miao Miao was measuring the spiritual root.

One silently withdrew his hand, stood beside him obediently, and pulled the one who wanted to twitter without speaking.

"One, you all have spiritual roots, you can cultivate like me, of course, you can also ignore it, it depends on how you choose. ”

Seeing that no one was talking to them, Lao Dao couldn't help but lean forward slightly, and asked for them: "Girl, can they really cultivate?

He was very concerned about the future of the two children.

Now he is more than sixty years old, no matter how good his health is, he will not live for a few years, one and two tubes have been lost since childhood, and they have grown up with him in the mountains until they are seven years old, but they are naïve and ignorant of the world.

If one day he leaves, he does not know where these two men will go.

He Miaomiao talked about the general connection between the spiritual root and cultivation, and explained the pros and cons of the spiritual root of the two, and let the old Taoist and the two children analyze and decide by themselves.

The old Tao wanted to speak and stopped, the second cylinder pondered silently, but one refused to practice with a big grin.

"Hehe, big sister, I don't want to cultivate! I just want to learn Master's skills, and when Master is ancient, I will travel around the world and measure words and see Feng Shui for people!"

Lao Dao was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, stomped his feet and looked at one, looking like he hated iron but not steel. "You... You are a nonsense! You can cultivate, you can seek the Great Dao, what a good thing this is!"

Yi Heehaha was not afraid at all, and hid behind the second tube and said: "I don't want to cultivate! My spiritual root is not good, and I have no mind, and cultivation is also in vain! Master, don't force me!"

Lao Dao opened his mouth, and when he saw his hippie smile but firm look, he shook his head and stopped persuading.

The second cylinder standing in front of him suddenly spoke: "Master, I want to cultivate!"

Lao Dao's eyes lit up, he didn't worry about anything for many years, but the future of these two people made him unable to let go. Hearing that the second cylinder is willing to cultivate, and the spiritual root is good, he is completely relieved at this moment.

He Miaomiao nodded towards the old way, stretched out her divine sense and rummaged in the storage bag for a while, and finally found a piece of the Immortal Cultivation Realm's popular loose cultivation method "Pure Heart Decision".

She couldn't remember which unlucky monk she had gotten from the anti-killing, and she had kept it in her storage bag and forgotten it after seeing it once, which came in handy.

The level of the lower grade of the Yellow Order is a little worse, but a large number of loose cultivators in Lingnan are practicing this exercise, which is peaceful and has the effect of purifying the heart, and it is extremely safe to cultivate on your own without guidance.

In the future, when the cultivation is high, she can also go to the high-level exercises on the side, she can lead them into the Dao, and the later cultivation will not be able to worry about it.

He Miaomiao asked Lao Dao to take out the pen and paper, write out the exercises on the jade slip, keep the first and second cylinders firmly in mind, and completely destroy the paper.

"One, if you don't want to cultivate, you can also recite it from time to time, it is also beneficial to your body and mind, if you envy the second cylinder in the future and regret it, you can also cultivate on your own. ”

One touched his head, grinned at He Miaomiao, and couldn't help but agree to thank him after being knocked on the head by Lao Dao.

The second cylinder also stood up and bowed to He Miaomiao, but was dragged up by a gentle force.

"Second Tube, you are the Golden Fire Spirit Root, your qualifications are excellent, since you have made up your mind, you must cultivate hard. However, you must remember that before leaving the mortal world in the future, you must practice spells well, and the immortal cultivation world is full of dangers, so you must be more careful in everything. ”

He Miaomiao also told some of her experiences one by one, as well as the common sense of the immortal cultivation world and the taboos among monks, all of which were handed over to the two without reservation.

The experience she gained in Yunshuiguan was far from being a panacea that could be repaid, she knew that the old Taoist idle clouds and wild cranes, only these two little apprentices made him worry, so he decided to help.

One listens to it with relish, but it is just like a mythical story, but the second cylinder is meticulous and serious, and from time to time he will ask some questions, he can remember everything He Miaomiao said, and he can draw inferences from one another, which is very smart.

Lao Dao was pleased, he and He Miaomiao fell in love at first sight, and entertaining and discussing the Tao was just a casual move, who knew that she would let the two boys have a way back, and completely solved his worries.

He Miaomiao said everything that could be said and everything that should be said, and felt that there was nothing to teach, so she took the conversation and did not continue.

A practice of drinking wine to the branches of the moon, one and two cylinders have long returned to the backyard to rest, and the old Tao is rarely a little drunk.

He staggered side by side with He Miaomiao, chanting poems and singing songs, and sent her to the path down the mountain.

The two knew that they would never have the opportunity to meet again in the future, but they did not say much about parting. He Miaomiao smiled and saluted him, turned around and galloped down the mountain.

Lao Dao watched the cyan back go away in the moonlight, until he disappeared into the mountains, and then returned to the cloud and water view with a hearty laugh.