Wild beasts eat the people, and birds of prey prey on the old and the weak.

…………….”

Someone was teaching above, and the Taoist disciples below were reading in unison.

A solemn and solemn scene.

When Xu Zimo walked off the Yuqiao, the reading suddenly stopped.

All the disciples stopped and looked at the people coming from outside.

Under everyone's gaze, Xu Zimo walked into the hall.

This hall is no different from an ordinary hall.

Disciples stood on both sides, and at the head sat an old Taoist wearing a spacious Taoist robe and holding a fly whisk.

The old Taoist spirit has a strong Taoist spirit and a noble Taoist charm.

He has a tall and straight figure and a long white beard.

"You're here," before Xu Zimo could say anything, the old Taoist said first.

"Do you know me?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Of course we know each other, otherwise how would you have entered my gym," the old Taoist said with a smile.

"Are you sure you didn't identify the wrong person?" Xu Zimo asked.

"Why do I have no impression of you at all?"

"If you think about it again, you have been here before," the old Taoist said.

"Have I been here?" Xu Zimo was stunned for a moment.

He frowned slightly, but he didn't have the slightest impression.

"It doesn't matter, if you come back to this life again, you won't have many memories," the old Taoist sighed.

All I saw was a wave of the fly whisk in his hand.

The artistic conception of Tao dispersed, and he said calmly: "Today's class is over, you all can leave."
Chapter completed!