"Everything is enough, Xiao Meng'er, leave two of these fish, let's put the rest."

A small fishing boat was blocked in the dry lotus bushes. A petite figure on the small fishing boat was lying on the boat, clapping his hands and looking happy. Hearing this, he raised his head and saw Zhang Daoran standing on the pier.

Zhang Daoran lost his former dusty temperament, like the eldest brother next door. The warm smile on his face made Chu Yimeng feel in a moment: "The master looks so handsome like this..."

In the past, Zhang Daoran always had a kind of outstripping temperament. This temperament gave people a kind of coldness that people should not be approached by strangers. In front of Zhang Daoran, there was always a sense of pressure and a fear of not daring to get close to him.

Just like ordinary people who see the gods in the Nine Heavens can only be respectful, but not treat each other equally.

Like now, it gives people the feeling of a big brother next door. This is the first time Chu Yimeng feels this kind of breath from his master.

"There are sacrifices and gains and losses. If you don't have enough greed, everything will be difficult to achieve. Xiao Meng'er, why not give these fish a way out?"

Zhang Daoran walked in the air like a feather rising with the wind, floating and falling on the bow of the boat.

"Master...Master..."

Although he had become a disciple of Zhang Daoran, Chu Yimeng had a sense of awe for Zhang Daoran from the bottom of his heart. This awe was obviously reflected on his face, which made Chu Yimeng's face a little unnatural. He quickly got up and tidied up his clothes to salute.

"Why......"

Seeing Chu Yimeng reverence for him so much, Zhang Daoran sighed: "Xiao Meng'er, is it really so terrible to be a teacher?"

Chu Yimeng nodded and shook her head again: "The former master is terrible...well...the current master is close to you."

When he was young, Chu Yimeng was a child after all. He spoke the truth in his heart as soon as he opened his mouth. Knowing that he had said something wrong, Chu Yimeng quickly remedy it. Chu Yimeng said what he said later.

Now Zhang Daoran is considered a normal ordinary person, without the fearful aura of the past.

Zhang Daoran smiled indifferently, looked into the distance, was slightly silent, and then turned around and smiled: "Before, I was immersed in Taoism, and the breath of my master's body is the embodiment of Tao. Now, all Taos are integrated into the heart of being a teacher, and I have returned to myself. Therefore, what you saw before is Tao, and what you saw now is the teacher."

Chu Yimeng's face was confused, she didn't understand such profound words.

Zhang Daoran stood on the boat, and the small fishing boat slowly rowed.

Chu Yimeng looked at Zhang Daoran curiously. The oars of the boat did not move, but were able to slide on its own, which was quite interesting.

"This is the embodiment of the law, and Xiao Meng'er can also do it with the use of spiritual energy."

He stretched out his fingers, and a purple light emerged from his fingertips. Zhang Daoran pointed it gently and tapped Chu Yimeng's forehead: "I realized carefully that you can also let the boat slide by itself like a teacher."

"Yes...master!"

Chu Yimeng sat cross-legged, her eyes closed, and began to comprehend some of the Taoist techniques that Zhang Daoran had just taught.

"well......"

Zhang Daoran drove the boat slowly out of the lotus bushes and rowed towards the east bank.

Chu Yimeng was unable to reflect his nature in front of him. This was an illusion that Zhang Daoran was immersed in the Tao in the past, which made the people of the Lake Island people have. Zhang Daoran was like a god, and everyone in the Lake Island people did not dare to approach.

"One day and night, it is impossible to let Xiao Menger return to her nature in front of me, which is supposed to be in this age."

The boat moved forward slowly, and Zhang Daoran also sat cross-legged at the bow of the boat. Lang Yining hesitated and climbed onto the boat. He shook the water droplets on his body and lay in front of Zhang Daoran.

"Your stuff..."

He reached out and patted Lang Yining's head. Lang Yining swung the water droplets on his body, threw them on Zhang Daoran, and on Chu Yimeng's face. Chu Yimeng, who was comprehending the Taoist Dharma, couldn't help but frown.

Lang Yining stuck out his tongue, looking aggrieved.

Zhang Daoran felt speechless. Lang Yining was still like a wolf at this time, and more like a dog.

"Master...where are you going?"

Chu Yimeng, who had comprehended the Taoist Dharma, opened her eyes, looked at the direction the boat was heading, and asked curiously.

"You are the seniors and sisters in Huxin Island, you are in seclusion. The Sanqing Temple is deserted. I will take you to the east coast for a walk..."

In the entire island of the lake, all the monks, except Chu Yimeng and Tao Yiming, did not go into seclusion, and the rest chose to go into seclusion. Zhang Daoran also suddenly had a whim and wanted to take a walk to the east coast.

"The understanding of all the Taos will not enter the world and enter the Tao..." Zhang Daoran smiled slightly: "Xiao Meng'er, try the Taoist method I just comprehended..."

Chu Yimeng nodded, Zhang Daoran took back the laws and spiritual energy, sat at the bow of the boat, with expectation on his face.

The Dantian reversed, and a trace of spiritual energy swam out of the Dantian and wandered in the meridians. Chu Yimeng's body was pushing towards the stern of the boat, and his palms pushed out, and a trace of spiritual energy was indefinitely swallowing and spitting. The boat was already slowly sliding, and slowly stopped.

Chu Yimeng looked depressed: "Master, I..."

"The condensation of spiritual energy is controlled by the soul. It takes the soul to maintain the soul before it can gather without dispersing. Xiao Meng'er, try again..."

Zhang Daoran was patient and helped Chu Yimeng find the problem. The spiritual energy was originally able to condense and form with the magical soul urged technique. The spiritual energy left the body and lost the control of the soul, and it would naturally dissipate. The spiritual energy dissipated and it was difficult to reflect its power. Chu Yimeng stretched out his hand to push the boat, making it difficult to succeed.

Chu Yimeng has excellent qualifications, and few people can match it in the island in the middle of the lake. Zhang Daoran said the mystery, Chu Yimeng tried again, and the boat really rowed forward gently.

"Master...I succeeded!"

Chu Yimeng's little face was full of excitement, just talking with her mouth, and the spiritual energy in her body paused. The boat was moving forward slowly, but suddenly it became even slower and was about to stop.

Zhang Daoran nodded with an encouragement on his face: "Okay, give it a try..."

The boat slowly stopped, and Chu Yimeng did not feel frustrated. Hearing Zhang Daoran's encouragement, Chu Yimeng tried to push the boat again. This time, he succeeded again, and he mastered the use of spiritual energy more skillfully.

......

"left......"

A long time later, the voice of Zhang Daoran commander came from the lake: "If there are too many, go to the right."

Chu Yimeng faces the stern with his back to the bow and faces the stern. He urges the boat to slide forward, but the direction is difficult to grasp.

"So tired, master..."

Chu Yimeng had exhausted on her face, but the speed of the boat was much faster than before.

"Okay... I won't command anymore. This is a Qi-replenishing pill. Eat it and you can instantly restore your spiritual energy."

The pill slowly fell in front of Chu Yimeng, as if holding it with a hand, stopping at Chu Yimeng's mouth. Chu Yimeng opened her mouth and swallowed the pill. Her originally tired little face became energetic in the blink of an eye.

"Master, where are we going?"

Chu Yimeng felt a sense of relief as the spiritual energy recovered.

"I was originally a teacher, and I wanted to go to Dong'an... Now..." Zhang Daoran looked at the lake shore that was getting closer and closer: "You drove the fishing boat and have arrived at the west shore of the lake..."

Chu Yimeng couldn't grasp the direction, Zhang Daoran was aimless, and if he was wrong, he would be wrong, and he didn't care: "The east and west banks are the same. The shore seems to be a temple fair. Let's go and have a look..."

Chu Yimeng, who had a little depressed face, had his eyes lit up instantly.
Chapter completed!