"Master, please pass on my way of revenge. Sun Ye said seriously.

Revenge, that's what he needs most.

"You want revenge?"

Sun Ye nodded.

Patriarch Bodhi said, "Then you have to clean the leaves first." ”

With that, he waved his sleeves and walked out of the practice room.

Haitong outside the door didn't wait for Sun Ye to come out, but waited for Bodhi Ancestor.

After bowing, he pointed to his mouth, hoping to break the seal for him.

"Listen to your master say that you are mature and steady?"

Bodhi Ancestor stopped and looked at Haitong.

Haitong didn't know the point now and shook his head.

"I see that what your master said is not true, since you have become a Taoist, you have to cultivate yourself, so I will send you to close your mouth and meditate, I hope you will practice well, and don't ruin your master's name. ”

Haitong could only nod and thank his ancestor.

"It's better to go back to your master earlier. ”

With that, he walked away slowly.

Closing his mouth and thinking that he might not be able to speak in the future, Haitong left tears of remorse.

"Senior nephew, why are you crying? ”

As soon as Sun Ye came out, he saw Haitong's face full of tears, could it be that his master bullied Haitong?

Haitong shook his head and wrote on the ground:

"Uncle Shi, I'm going back to my master, the mountain is high and the road is far away, and I will see you again. And you hurry up and heal. ”

"Ahh Come here for a long time. ”

Sun Ye was not good at retaining, he just sent Haitong outside the cave, looked at his distant back, and muttered in his heart:

"This place is full of opportunities, but it is also full of dangers, look at my injuries. ”

Sun Ye looked down at his waist, there is a penetrating wound here, see if there are any herbs on the mountain behind, give it to me.......

My wound huh?

I remember a wound here.

Sun Ye picked at his hair, the golden monkey hair was as good as new, as if he had not suffered any wounds at all.

Sun Ye looked at the wounds elsewhere on his body, and they all recovered.

Just sent Haitong out, and in such a little time, he recovered?

Could it be that Haitong is his own lucky star?

Sun Ye wanted to rush out and call Haitong back. But when you think about it, it doesn't seem realistic.

"If it's not because of Haitong, then what?"

Sun Ye decided to try another wound, and looked at the Bodhi wood in his hand, his body was trampled on the side by countless weapons, and it was very difficult to leave a scar.

Sun Ye once again set his sights on the practice room.

"Soft sword, it's up to you. ”

It didn't take long for the sound of piercing sandbags to be heard in the practice room again.

Sun Ye held on to the wall with one hand and walked out tremblingly.

This time it was ruthless, and the blood did not stop.

The dark cyan true qi on his waist continued to circulate at the wound, and the wound seemed to be covered with layers of pale green protective film, and it recovered after a while.

"This is the power of that Lingmu Daoist?"

Sun Ye was stunned, how could this kind of life ability be comparable to ordinary spells, but after the wound recovered, the aura in his body was almost exhausted.

"It turns out that it transforms aura into life force? This kind of Dao method doesn't belong to any kind of spell, right?"

After thinking about it, I couldn't find any kind of Taoism in my memory that could be compared.

"Doesn't that mean that as long as I have enough aura, I will be invincible from now on?"

Isn't his greatest ability to absorb all kinds of spiritual energy in heaven and earth anytime and anywhere with half of the origin immortal qi in his abdomen?

"Isn't this terrifying ability to recover my first chapter hole card?"

Think about it, if you lose in the future, you can still rely on this hole card to escape skillfully.

It's exciting to think about.

After the recovery was completed, Sun Ye took out a broom from the side, and the master said that only when all the fallen leaves in the cave were cleaned up would he teach himself the Tao.

"Come on, then. ”

Sun Ye put the Bodhi wood in his bedroom, picked up the broom on the side, and cleaned it desperately.

I don't know how much time no one has cleaned the three-star cave of the oblique moon, and the ground is full of fallen leaves.

Sweeping one by one, the fallen leaves are densely spread on the ground layer by layer. The broom is less like sweeping leaves, but more like piling them aside.

What to do with fallen leaves?

Sun Ye pinched up a flame and sent it towards the pile of leaves.

"Hey, this can't be like this. ”

Out of nowhere, an old man dressed in white, with a long white beard and snow-white hair, casually draped over a fan.

It seems that he looks like Patriarch Bodhi.

"It wasn't ...... just now"

Sun Ye pointed in the direction of the main hall, and he obviously saw that the master was still wearing cyan clothes and went to the main hall.

"No fires are allowed here. ”

The white Bodhi Ancestor single-handedly dispersed the flames that Sun Ye rubbed out, and his expression was a little stern.

"Master, what should we do with these fallen leaves?"

"Won't you figure it out yourself?" Bodhi Ancestor frowned and looked at Sun Ye, although his brows were only slightly furrowed, but there seemed to be a coercive momentum between heaven and earth that locked Sun Ye.

Sun Ye's knees trembled slightly, and he was about to kneel, but a force came from his kidneys, making Sun Ye straighten his waist.

"Clean up. ”

Shizun looked at Sun Ye and walked in one direction.

This time, Sun Ye saw clearly, and the direction he went to was definitely not the main hall.

"What's the matter with the master? You have to change your clothes in such a short time? Is there any habit you have?"

The thought swirled in his head, and then vanished. After burying all the leaves under the tree, Sun Ye looked at his results, and just cleaned up a small area at the door, as well as the roofs of the various pavilions, the front of the house, and the back of the house.

There are also squares, steps, and back hills.

In so many places, Sun Ye covered his forehead.

No wonder the master gave himself a year, but it took a lot of time.

After a moment of rest, a gust of wind blew, making the leaves rustle, and hundreds of yellow leaves whirled and floated down from the treetops. Landing on the clearing, freshly swept away.

I have swept the ground for an hour, and now it is covered with leaves again.

Sun Ye gritted his teeth and grabbed his hair with both hands, eager to cut down these trees.

"Sad, that's what it looks like. ”

I don't know where came an old man, dressed in a blue coat, black hair, no beard, he should be a young monk, but his skeleton is a little big, and his thin figure looks a little thin.

Sun Ye looked at his face, he looked so similar to Shizun, but he was thousands of years younger.

"You monkey, what do you think you are doing as a teacher?"

The young version of the master scolded with a smile.

Sun Ye looked at the person in front of him carefully, threw down the broom in his hand, and pulled the master towards the main hall.

"You monkey, what are you doing as a teacher? ”

Shizun didn't resist, but the younger version of Shizun held his hand more softly.

Walking to the door of the main hall, as expected, Shizun was dressed in green clothes, sitting behind the desk and boiling tea, when he saw Sun Ye coming, he asked, "Apprentice, what's the matter?"

Sun Ye looked back at the young version of the master not far behind him, and asked with a smile: "Apprentice, what do you think is the matter of the teacher?"

Well?

Two masters?