"Okay! OK! It's my fault! It's my fault! I shouldn't be like this! I shouldn't be like this!" Yang Sanyang hurriedly stepped forward to hold Daoyuan's shoulders, and held the other party in his arms with distress: "I'm just a little angry that Tao Yi is so crazy that he almost fell to death their brother and sister. By then, my sins will be great."

Men are always the most shameful woman's tears, especially Daoyuan, which is even more important to him.

Yang Sanyang could only surrender and admit defeat, and hugged Daoyuan in his arms and gently coaxed the other party. Even if he cursed himself in his heart, he would admit it!

Daoyuan is the light in his despair! That light of hope.

"Then give me a jar of wine!" Daoyuan pouted and said pitifully.

"But the wine has really been finished!" Yang Sanyang said helplessly.

"Oh...really?" Daoyuan raised his chin, his eyes rolled around, and a scrutiny flashed in his black and white eyes, as if he was judging whether Yang Sanyang was telling a lie.

"Can I still lie to you?" Yang Sanyang rolled his eyes: "But there is a jar of the newly brewed wine, but you can only drink it yourself and cannot take it back to Daoyi's evil deed."

"Okay! OK!" Daoyuan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice when he heard this.

Yang Sanyang let go of Daoyuan, took a jar of newly brewed wine, and then watched Daoyuan drink all the jar of wine with his own eyes, and then left with great strides.

"There is really no way, I actually raised a female drunkard!" Yang Sanyang sighed in his heart and returned to the cave to continue his missionary cause.

Time is long, and half a year has passed. Yang Sanyang leisurely brewed fine wine in the back mountain alone. He practiced to such an extent that he had infinite magical powers and boundless magic powers, and he was already unable to practice. If he wanted to break through his cultivation, he could only refine the innate chaotic primordial fetus and then proceed to the next step. But is the innate chaotic primordial fetus so easy to refine?

Moreover, every sacrifice and every breath consumes Yang Sanyang's energy and spirit. If he seeks a quick journey, he will probably die very quickly, not ordinary.

The way of cultivation is to reconcile the priorities and urgency. Now his practice has reached the key point, but he is not impatient. The more urgent he is, the more troubles there will be. As long as he suppresses his anxiety in his heart, he will finally achieve the right result.

He has obtained countless spiritual medicines to prolong his life, and what he lacks the most now is life span. He has time. It is actually quite good to understand the great way and deduce magical powers every day.

Although his cultivation level is still in place, his understanding of heaven and earth, and his deduction and evolution of the laws of heaven and earth are endless, and he continues to accumulate foundation. When one day his cultivation level breaks through, the foundation will naturally burst out, and then he will soar into the sky and break through faster.

"Clang~"

"Clang~"

"Clang~"

Another bell sounded, Yang Sanyang suddenly raised his head, looked at the peak of Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai, looked at the palace where the ancestors practiced, and thought in his mind that the energy flowed around his body, and his whole person turned into rainbow light, flew to the gateway of the mountain, and then walked into the ancestors' hall to sit up and wait for the lecture.

"Haha, this little monkey is here again!" In the backyard, the ancestor smiled and looked at the boy. The next moment, the energy around his body flowed, and the two had already appeared in Yang Sanyang's Taohua Mountain.

Looking at the Yaoyao peach blossom, the ancestor touched his beard: "Although the ban is mysterious, it is a dead thing after all. Do you think that if the ban is placed in the wine, I will not be able to do anything to you? It would be too much to underestimate the ancestor's methods. Since this little man found that someone stole the stolen and had already alarmed the snake, he took action to transport all the fine wine away today. Otherwise, the little monkey would find that the wine was stolen again and would definitely be thinking about the means."

The ancestor used his magical powers and looked at the wine jar in the soil. The next moment, the Taoist Dharma was activated. He saw that the qi flowed in the wine jar and items were taken out.

"How strange, why can't you see the wine, but instead a skin appeared!" Seeing the items appearing in the wine jar, Tonger was stunned.

On the top of the mountain, in the Ancestor Lecture Hall, Yang Sanyang suddenly opened his eyes and showed a treacherous smile. The next moment, his figure turned into a fire and disappeared into the hall.

The ancestor was surprised and took the animal skin, and the next moment it changed color. A face turned into purple and purple. Then it turned purple and purple. His angry fingers kept trembling, and he couldn't help but scold: "This bastard!"

I saw a line of divine words clearly written on the animal skin: "Can't you steal it? You've been trapped? Hahaha! Hahaha! If you have the ability, you can beat me!"

The handwriting is ordinary, but the line haha ​​reveals infinite contempt, arrogance and pride. The ancestor even saw the monkey's smug smile in a trance, looking at himself with a sarcastic face, as if saying, "You have fallen into a trap!"

Tonger's expression changed: "This kid is actually cheating. How did he know that the one we should do first must be this wine jar?"

The question has not been resolved yet, and a burst of crazy laughter sounded from the cave, accompanied by a golden rainbow rushing out: "Hahaha! Hahaha! Catch..."

Ka…!

The light of escape converged, Yang Sanyang seemed to be a little chicken strangled, staring at the ancestor and the boy blankly, and his words came to an abrupt end.

Looking at the two figures in front of him, he seemed to have known something!

Yang Sanyang's movements froze, and the ancestor and Tonger also stared at each other with big eyes. The ancestor turned his sleeves and quickly put away the animal skin with a gentle smile: "So it's Dao Fruit! Didn't you see you listening to the sermon before? Why are you still here?"

Yang Sanyang's mouth was a little bitter. Even a fool at this time knew what stupid things he had done. The ancestor stole wine and was caught by himself. If someone caught such a ugly thing, it would be strange if he could have his own good fruit in the future.

"Disciple...Disciple..." At this time, Yang Sanyang's mind was circling, and hesitating and couldn't think of any excuses.

"Your Peach Blossom Forest is a good scenery. I and the ancestors come here to enjoy the peach blossoms and relieve their mood!" Tong'er spoke at this time, breaking the embarrassment in the field: "The ancestors are here, but you are boundless fortunate. Seeing that you have good qualifications, the ancestors originally wanted to pass on your supernatural powers, but who knew that they didn't find you before."

While talking, Tonger blinked at Yang Sanyang secretly and kept signaling him.

Yang Sanyang was so clever. When he heard this, he felt a little moved and the gossip was silently running. The opportunity he noticed a few days ago was probably due to the ancestor.

Hearing this, he hurriedly fell to the ground and kowtowed, "Disciple, thank you for your favor. Please ask the teacher to give you supernatural powers, and I dare not forget it in the future."

Looking at Yang Sanyang who was kowtowing on the ground, the ancestor glared at the boy, as if saying, "You are troublesome, I have not tested it yet. How can you easily give me the true magical power?"

The child's eyes were full of innocence, and he spread his hands: "You have been caught and made a move. How can you get out if you don't do this? We can't afford to lose that person!"

"Get up!" The ancestor glared at the boy and said to Yang Sanyang.

Yang Sanyang did not dare to get up, but still knelt down on the ground: "Disciple asks the ancestor to give his disciples supernatural powers and great techniques."

When the ancestor heard this, he touched his beard: "You are destined to be. Since this is the case, I will give you the supreme Dharma today and I can revive my spiritual power in the future."

The ancestor touched his beard: "Let me listen to the good formula."

The ancestor whispered in detail, and the air machine around his body was reversed to prevent being heard by outsiders. Countless mysteries of mantras were all introduced into Yang Sanyang's ears.

At this time, Yang Sanyang knelt on the ground, supported his ears and listened carefully, the inner Dharma flowed through the soul, constantly deducing various mysteries, and using the help of the earthly water, wind and fire that created the world, the master's supernatural powers evolved.

Half a quarter of an hour, the ancestor stopped talking, looked at Yang Sanyang, who was like a wood carving, and asked, "Have you ever recorded it?"

Without responding to the words of the ancestor, Yang Sanyang still closed his eyes and his forehead did not move.

When the ancestor saw this, he looked surprised and said to the boy: "You are here to wait for him to wake up and go to the backyard to look for me. I will go to preach to the disciples in the sect first."

When the ancestor heard this, he turned into a breeze and dissipated, leaving the boy looking at Yang Sanyang with surprise: "What a wise understanding! What a wise understanding! That is the ancestor's skill. The first time he passed the Dharma, he fell into a state of concentration. This little monkey's qualification is still above what I and the ancestor expected."

"But he is a sculptural seedling!" the boy said secretly.

It took a full half month to see Yang Sanyang wake up from his own state. He looked at the boy in front of him and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, senior brother, I don't know where the ancestor is?"

"You have been in the country for more than half a month, and the ancestor has gone to the forum to preach the Dharma. You little monkey have good luck. After you have obtained the true teachings of the ancestor, your future will be limitless!" The boy patted Yang Sanyang's shoulder.

"I also have to thank my senior brother for taking care of me. If it weren't for my senior brother's care, the ancestor would probably not have passed on my supernatural powers immediately." Yang Sanyang gave a smile.

"Yes!" the boy nodded: "You are sensible, so follow me. The ancestor ordered you to wake up and go to the backyard to wait."

"Senior brother, later, the disciple brewed some good things a few years ago, and happened to share them with the ancestor and senior brother!" Yang Sanyang turned around and ran into the cave, and soon walked out with a few wine jars: "This jar is for senior brother."

"You know how to do things!" The boy smiled when he heard this, and took the wine jar without refusing: "Let's go."

The two walked towards the back mountain, and Tonger looked at Yang Sanyang: "I can't tell the mystery of the magical powers and prohibitions you used on the wine jar before, even if I can't tell the slightest, but I don't know what kind of means it is?"

"I accidentally comprehend the Qiankun Mo wedge, got a little yin and yang fortune, and understood a little truth. It seemed like it was born instinct in a trance, but I didn't know why!" Yang Sanyang would never tell the story of holding the talisman. That was an innate spiritual treasure, and even the gods could not bear the thoughts in their hearts.

"So that's the case, but it's a natural magical power!" The boy smiled and stopped talking. The two of them came to the backyard. Yang Sanyang put down the wine jar and waited for the ancestor to return.

Another month and a half, accompanied by the sound of bells and chimes in front of the hall, a series of footsteps slowly came from the front yard. Yang Sanyang quickly stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Greetings to the ancestor!"
Chapter completed!