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The next day, when Yang Zimei heard that his grandmother and mother got up, she also got up and prepared to go up the mountain to find the Taoist priest.

The rural children in the 1990s were very independent. As long as they could walk and eat, they would not care about their range of activities because adults were too busy to get along.

When she arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was still early and it was less than six o'clock, and the Taoist priest was not seen, so she went up the mountain alone.

The mountain road is quiet, fog is entangled, shadows are vast, cold and cold, insects and birds are singing, and strange and terrifying sounds are heard from time to time.

If it is an ordinary five-year-old girl, it would be strange if she is not scared to death.

But Yang Zimei is not afraid. She has been a human being for two lifetimes, and she has been displaced in her previous life and has experienced a lot. Now, except for fear of the hand that cannot change her destiny, she is not afraid of anything else.

But her legs are too short and too small, and her physical fitness is not good, so it is really difficult to climb this mountain road.

About halfway up the mountain, I saw the old Taoist priest's blue figure standing in front, holding a whisk in his hand, looking at her with his glass eyes that seemed to be a cave in the world.

"Master...father...got...go...got...I'm here..."

She was so tired that she was out of breath, but she still bent down to the Taoist priest with respect.

The old Taoist priest was slightly moved.

Just now, he wanted to go down the mountain to pick her up, but he saw her small figure appearing at the foot of the mountain early and starting to go up the mountain, so he stood here without moving. He watched her step by step with her legs, and even climbed up step by step, and was very happy.

He was so lucky that he was able to receive such a disciple with strong will at such a young age in his later years. He really made the ancestor appear.

"Why don't you wait for the master to come down to pick you up? Aren't you afraid?" The old Taoist priest bent over and pulled her over to ask, but saw that the place where she was hit by the clay Buddha jade bottle yesterday turned into a drop of cinnabar. He was surprised for a while.

Yang Zimei shook her head, "No, I just want to learn more quickly."

She looked at the old Taoist priest with expectation, and suddenly, she found that a line of words began to appear on his head gradually from blurred to clear: Li Yuqing, whose original name was Li Junjie, was born in 1880, participated in the Xinhai Revolution in 1911, participated in the May Fourth Movement in 1919, participated in the Anti-Japanese War in 1937, and began to learn Taoism in 1945...

Born in 1880?

Doesn’t that mean that the Taoist Master is 112 years old? Judging from his face, he is much younger than his sixty-year-old grandfather, and his face has no wrinkles, except that his hair and beard are all white.

Moreover, judging from his spirit, he did not mean any decline. Was it done by practicing Taoism?

Thinking of this, she was even more sure to learn from him.

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Seeing her staring at her head and exposing her god, Taoist Yuqing was a little surprised and asked: "Niu Niu, what are you looking at?"

"Master, how old are you?"

"You are 112 years old, do you believe it?"

It turns out that he is 112 years old. It seems that what he is seeing is real.

Why can I see these? Although I didn’t see much, it was really strange. Moreover, after every time I saw it, she was a little dizzy.

"Master, you look younger than my grandfather and have no wrinkles at all. Is it made by practicing Taoism? Will it be as immortal as my grandmother said?" Yang Zimei raised her innocent and innocent face and asked.

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Chapter completed!