I don’t know how long I slept. When Yang Chenyu woke up, he felt extremely hungry. The damage to his soul was compensated, but he was a little weak. It seemed that after a little adjustment, there should be nothing serious.

Yang Chenyu couldn't help but feel relieved, then stood up, but felt a numbness in his body. He knew that it was the sensation caused by the damage to his soul, but he didn't care. He waved his right hand and removed the flag that blocked the alchemy cave and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Unexpectedly, before I could reach the entrance of the cave, a group of people rushed in from outside the cave.

Yang Chenyu looked closely and couldn't help but feel a big difference. All the apprentices from An Ziyu to Yang Xiaoming were present, but An Ziyu and others seemed to be much more mature, but Yang Xiaoming was already seven or eight years old.

"Have you met Master!"

Seeing the master appear, the disciples immediately greeted each other. Yang Chenyu waved his hand to prepare to let them retreat. I don’t know what was going on. His body was so hungry that Yang Chenyu wanted to go to the cafeteria to have a big meal.

However, An Ziyu hurriedly greeted: "Master has been in seclusion for three years, I wonder if there is any serious injury?"

Three years? Yang Chenyu was stunned. He had slept for three years. No wonder Yang Xiaoming looked seven or eight years old. So that's it.

Seeing the disciples seem a little worried, Yang Chenyu laughed: "If you have something to do, you're hungry for your teacher."

Leaving this sentence, Yang Chenyu attracted a cloud of mist and flew towards Qinglong Temple.

The disciples couldn't help but see each other. What does Master mean?

However, after the disciples returned to Qinglong Temple, they understood the meaning of Master's words. Master returned to Qinglong Temple and entered the canteen. He was like a giant python. He actually ate all the lunch prepared in the canteen, which made the registered disciples in charge of the kitchen have to ask the chefs to speed up the cooking again, otherwise the entire Taoist temple would be hungry.

After eating a full meal, Yang Chenyu felt her whole body was unobstructed and her mind was clear. Even the weakness of her soul disappeared completely, and she couldn't help but feel much happier.

However, he had eaten up all the lunch in the Taoist temple by himself. Seeing the stunned expressions of the disciples following him, Yang Chenyu was a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but laugh and changed the topic: "I will stay in the temple today. If you have any problems in your homework, you can ask."

As soon as Yang Chenyu said this, he really pulled everyone's attention away.

During the three years of Master's retreat, the disciples have also made great efforts in Taoism, but more problems follow, and it would be better to have these problems with Master's advice.

So the disciples followed the master to the wing room. Even An Ziyu, who was the eldest disciple, had many questions and wanted to ask the teacher.

For three consecutive days, Yang Chenyu spent the advice of his disciples, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He still had to study the Taoist practice by himself. If he asked the teacher for everything, then what kind of Taoist practice would he become? Then he educated his disciples and then he was relieved.

Next, Yang Chenyu called Yang Xiaoming alone, after taking some homework, he showed some smile on his face and praised An Ziyu. After all, when he was in seclusion, Yang Xiaoming's homework was taught by An Ziyu on behalf of his teacher. Now Yang Xiaoming is familiar with the classics of Guanyin, and has absorbed the purple qi from the east with his senior brothers. Seeing that his qi and blood are abundant, his bloodline has also been activated by 30%. This is naturally the contribution of An Ziyu, the eldest senior brother.

After hearing the master's praise, An Ziyu showed a smile on his face. He was extremely happy to be able to share some of his responsibilities for his master.

Taking advantage of the rise, Yang Chenyu checked the homework of the eldest disciple An Ziyu, and the result was quite satisfactory. Just from the perspective of Taoism, An Ziyu was the first among the many disciples.

You should know that An Ziyu also serves as the head of Qinglong Temple. He has many common things, so it is indeed not easy to be able to calm down and practice.

After thinking about it, Yang Chenyu smiled and said, "Ziyu, then the yam medicine garden will be handed over to you. You should manage it well. You can use all the ordinary medicinal materials in it. Immortals can only take their stems and leaves, and they cannot break their roots. Do you understand?"

An Ziyu hurriedly agreed, without the need for Master's explanation, and he also knew that in this Dharma-Ending Age, it was impossible to collect those immortal things, so he naturally had to keep this foundation for our sect.

As for the other disciples, Yang Chenyu did not test it at all. He just told him not to forget his original intention, etc., and drove the disciples out.

After the disciples said goodbye, Yang Chenyu sat cross-legged on the bed, took a few pills, conditioned his soul, and felt that his soul was fine, so he cast a spell to block the wing room. Then the soul left his body, and turned around in the wing room for a few times, and when he felt a little tired, he returned to his body.

After the last time the soul was damaged, Yang Chenyu no longer dared to be so reckless.

After his soul returned to his body, Yang Chenyu opened his eyes and couldn't help but reveal a little surprise.

It was not entirely unhealthy to be damaged last time. At least it was much easier for the soul to leave the body this time. It was obvious that the soul had become much stronger. According to the previous analysis, it may not be possible to achieve this in twenty or thirty years, let alone three years.

This practice of Taoism was originally a relatively boring thing. It was able to save this time, so Yang Chenyu was naturally filled with joy.

After relocating the Taoist techniques around the wing room, Yang Chenyu pushed open the door and walked around the temple. When he saw Yang Chenyu's Taoist priests and children all came forward to greet him, they all knew that this young Taoist priest was the master of the temple, and was called the real person by the Taoist sacred temple. He possessed immortal skills. If he could make Zhenren Yang like him and teach him a little, he would probably not be able to enjoy it all.

Yang Chenyu knew the thoughts of these Taoist priests and children, but he did not plan to accept disciples anymore. Even if Li Daoan's son Li Guanshui is his closed disciple, no matter how many disciples there are, it is useless if he doesn't have time to teach.

The next continuation of this sect depends on An Ziyu and the others.

When he walked to the gate, he saw Li Daoan holding his son and playing. Li Daoan could be called a child in old age. There was a son in front of him, but he was killed by a monster. He was in his forties and was nearly fifty years old and gave birth to another son. Naturally, he loved him. In addition, Yang Chenyu accepted him as a true disciple, and Li Daoan even regarded his son as a treasure. He felt anxious when he didn't see him for a day.

However, Li Daoan was telling a story to his son at this time, but when Yang Chenyu stopped, he felt funny.

Li Daoan was telling the story of Yang Chenyu taking him to find the ancient tomb. Of course, in order to establish his tall and mighty heroic image in front of his son, Li Daoan naturally modified his experiences. In addition to fighting against the evil ghosts with Yang Chenyu, he also used his own hands to kill hungry wolf and other fabricated words.

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