"That's not possible, it all depends on fate."

The old Taoist priest looked at Wang Xiaohu, who had regained his sunshine, and said lightly: "Everything is possible."

"Grandpa Immortal, can we continue walking?" Wang Xiaohu, who had had enough fun, jumped over and pulled the old Taoist priest's sleeve and asked with a smile.

Li Xiuyuan took a deep breath, stood up from the ground, took Wang Xiaohu's hand and walked to the carriage on the roadside.

As he walked, he said: "Xiaohu, you are now able to practice cultivation, so you have to work hard in the future!"

Wang Xiaohu chuckled when he heard this and asked: "Brother, can you teach Xiaohu? Or should I let grandpa teach me?"

Li Xiuyuan looked at him and said: "I am very stupid. If Xiaohu wants to learn his skills, he will naturally follow my master."

In his opinion, since the old Taoist priest had no objection, he had to add fire to the dry wood.

Upon hearing this, the old Taoist priest who was following behind gradually relaxed his frown, looked at Wang Xiaohu and consoled him: "It's okay, I can teach you."

He looked at the dumbfounded Li Xiuyuan like an idiot and said, "Besides, in the future, when this guy is free, let him practice with Xiaohu."
Chapter completed!