As one of the four famous Taoist mountains, Qiyun Mountain has countless Taoist temples in the mountains. Some have been abandoned, while others are still Taoist priests who are devoted to practicing. After worshiping their mothers, Zou Yi went straight to the deepest part of Qiyun Mountain.

After Zou's mother passed away, the villagers initially saw that Zou Yi was pitiful and would provide some food from time to time. Of course, this was mostly due to Mr. Liu's face. However, not long after, Mr. Liu fell seriously ill and went to the mountains to seek medical treatment. At this time, the villagers' thoughts became active. Mr. Liu was nearly 80 years old, so he might not be able to come back here. As Mr. Liu's prestige disappeared, fewer people were able to provide assistance.

Although Zou Yi was young, he was very sensible. With his natural pride, he simply refused everyone's help and went to the mountains alone. At first, he planned to go into the mountains to find a Taoist temple to be a small Taoist boy. But after walking through several Taoist temples, he realized that a Taoist temple as old as him was not accepted. No Taoist temple is willing to find a child who cannot take care of himself as a Taoist boy. He didn't have much time to practice and had to waste time taking care of a child.

After wandering in the mountains for three days, he became deeper and deeper. When he was hungry, he ate some wild vegetables. When he was thirsty, he would naturally quench his thirst. He encountered beasts several times and asked him to hide. It was a lucky star. But every day, wild vegetables filled his hunger. Not to mention a half-aged child, even adults could not bear it. Until the fourth day, Zou Yi fainted in the deep mountains. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the bamboo bed and walked out of the bamboo house. Not far away, an old Taoist with white hair and beard was busy watering a small vegetable garden.

Zou Yi didn't rest, and picked up a gourd to help sprinkle water. The movements were a bit like that. No wonder Zou's mother pulled him up alone. Although she was young, she helped a lot of work at home.

"Little baby, the adults at home, it's very dangerous to walk alone in the mountains." The old man asked in a low voice, but the work on his hands did not stop.

"Xiao Yi only has her mother, but her mother has left too. The village chief said that her mother has gone far away and it will take a long time to come back." Zou Yi said with a sob.

"Little baby, where did you come from?"

The old Taoist put down the gourd and sat on the rattan chair next to him. He watched Zou Yi carefully water each seedling with interest. His movements could be said to be meticulous.

"The immortal master, Yi'er lives in Liu Village at the foot of the mountain. The village chief there is called Liulin. I call him Grandpa Liu." For fear that the old Taoist would not believe it, Zou Yi even moved out the old man Liu.

By the way, when Zou Yi was unconscious, the old Taoist checked his body and came up with four words, "Extraordinary talent", and he was moved to the desire to accept disciples at that time. But he didn't know if the elders in the little kid's family could agree. After the above exchange, the only concern was also eliminated. The old and the young can be said to be "Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai, one is willing to beat, and the other is willing to be beaten." In this way, Zou Yi had an extra master.

According to Lao Dao himself, his surname was Jia and Songtang. He was born in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. He studied family-born medical skills and was famous for acupuncture. He said that he had seen a doctor for Emperor Qianlong. After the founding of New China, the great leader also saw him. Of course, Zou Yi came to listen to these things as stories, and he was not able to distinguish the authenticity of the false at such a young age.

After walking for almost five or six hours, Zou Yi came to a dense bamboo forest, but saw him pulling up a bamboo pole inserted on the ground. A path that was only one person wide suddenly appeared in front of him, extending inwardly. When Zou Yi walked into the bamboo forest, the path disappeared strangely.

"Master, Master, I'm here..." Zou Yi headed straight for a bamboo house in an open area deep in the bamboo forest.

"Stupid brat, why are I here in the middle of the night?" As he spoke, an old Taoist with white hair and beard walked out of the bamboo house. His long hair was tied into a Taoist bun and topped on his head. His gray Taoist robe further highlighted his fairy-like temperament. If he put aside these, he saw that his face was rosy and there was no wrinkle, which was comparable to those young men in their twenties and thirties.

"I knew you were not resting yet, Master," Zou Yi said with a smile. After three years of getting along, the old and the young have less respect between the master and the disciple, but more affection for each other.

"No matter how familiar I feel, I was awakened by your voice," the old Taoist cursed with a smile.

"Hehe, this isn't this an old ginseng dug in the mountains a few days ago. I'm afraid it's been two hundred years. Let your master quickly." Zou Yi took out a long wooden box from his backpack and handed it to the old Taoist.

"Two hundred years of ginseng is a good thing. Not to mention two hundred years of this year, I'm afraid it's hard to find even fifty years of ginseng." The old Taoist turned around and walked into the bamboo house, turning on the oil lamp in the house a lot.

"Well, I haven't taught you in vain in the past few years. You've stopped this participation in the market very accurately."

"That's what Master, you taught me well," Zou Yi said shamelessly.

He glared at him fiercely, and the old Taoist smiled and scolded, "I will be proud of you if you praise you for a few words. This ginseng is right. Look at the ginseng again. I broke two of them. If I put them outside, the value will be different. OK, I will accept this ginseng. Let me sleep here tonight. Tomorrow, let me see how your acupuncture and pulse are learned."

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Early the next morning, the sky was slightly bright, and two figures appeared outside the bamboo house, one old and one young, and the same movements had different scenes. Zou Yi was fighting a health-preserving boxing passed down from the old Taoist. The sound of cracking the air from time to time seemed a bit artificial than the old Taoist. The same movements were placed on the old Taoist, but the surrounding plants and trees were flying with each other.

After a set of health punches, Zou Yi was sweating profusely, but the old Taoist was calm and gentle. However, the two of them did not rest and sat on the spot, facing the rising sun, gradually rising, and slivering the white air. Of course, the scene on the old Taoist side was naturally much more spectacular. The white air as thick as a baby's arm was directly sucked into his abdomen as soon as he swallowed it.

"Sher..."

As a sound of turbid air was discharged, two figures, one old and one young, stood up one after another.

"Master, are there anyone in this world who is better than you?"

The old Taoist put away his momentum, shook his head and smiled, "There are people outside of people, and there are heavens outside of heaven. Not to mention other places, there are many people in Qiyun Mountain who are better than your master. Don't underestimate the people of the world. Besides, Master, I am not a real practitioner. These are just gadgets passed down from ancestors to strengthen the body, so I dare not call myself big."

"That's because of your humility, Master. Just now, no one in the surrounding villages can beat me," Zou Yi said proudly.

The old Taoist changed his previous kindness and said seriously: "Strive for being competitive is a taboo for those who study medicine."

Zou Yi stuck out his tongue and whispered: "I know Master, I will brag."

"Okay, go and sort it out and take your acupuncture test later to see if you have neglected your studies recently."
Chapter completed!