"Master, Master!"

I am a little Taoist, six and a half years old, I am shouting is the master who is about to become critically ill, the master has cultivated all his life, has reached the realm of the god transformation period, but one day Tanbao came back and said that he was beaten by the demon beast Dragon King Tiger, and was seriously injured, the limit is approaching, and there is only one herb to keep him alive, and the dog ignores the grass.

I'm just a little stinky fart kid in the aura period, and the quality of the spiritual root is very inferior, only a first-level spiritual root. I'm still quite stupid, and I don't know what Master has taken a fancy to me, and he had to take me as an apprentice a year ago.

"The dog on the cliff down the mountain ignores the grass, go and find some for the teacher, and if you don't eat some more, I'll hang up." ”

"I'll go now, Master, bear with me. ”

Looking at the undulating red and blue light in Master's abdomen, I knew that it was his spiritual root that was being devoured by an inexplicable force.

"Wait, Qiangzi, I don't know when the teacher will die and whimper, the teacher only teaches you how to cultivate immortals, but does not tell you how to mix in the world of cultivating immortals. If you want to survive in the world of cultivating immortals, just one sentence: talk less and use your brain more, open your mouth slowly and think diligently. ”

When I heard this, I nodded and didn't speak, because Master had just said it, so I didn't talk much.

There was a wind under my feet, and I went straight to the cliff behind the Taoist temple.

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