A post-apocalyptic female soul travels back to the War of Resistance against Japan

The old man smiled slightly, not minding at all. "May I ask, sir, do you have any children? Judging from your appearance, I have a master-disciple relationship with your child. If you are interested, you can call him over so that I can meet him."

When everyone heard what the old Taoist said, they thought he might actually have some skill. He only asked Lin Zeyang, not the others, so perhaps he really saw something, especially since only Lin Zeyang's daughter had come along.

In this Lin Yue Kingdom, because of the presence of the national advisor, everyone held Taoists in a strange respect. Although this Taoist looked somewhat disheveled, he seemed like a highly skilled master.

His imposing presence alone is enough to make him impossible to ignore, and after getting to know him better, he's definitely not a con artist.

At this moment, no one spoke, and they all looked at Lin Zeyang, while the old Taoist priest also stared at him with a firm gaze, as if waiting for his answer.

Lin Zeyang felt a strange impulse rising in his heart, but he still thought it best to tell the truth and make things clear to the other party, after all, he knew his own family's affairs.

"To be honest, Daoist Master, my daughter already has a master and cannot become your disciple!"

The old Taoist was stunned. "Impossible! His divination showed that this eldest disciple had not taken anyone as his master!"

There must be some unspeakable reason behind this. Just as the group was talking, Cheng Ying, who was in the carriage, also saw the current situation on her personal computer.

In Cheng Ying's opinion, this person who claimed to be a Taoist priest should have some Taoist skills, and he also looked very kind and she didn't dislike him. After thinking about it, she decided to go out and meet this person.

After all, the master she told her parents and family about was something she made up. If this person were sensible, it wouldn't be impossible for her to become his disciple.

So she told Luo Wanyin that she was going to find her father and then she came out.

Ever since the Imperial Preceptor Mo Yu learned that Lin Zeyang's daughter had become his disciple, he had been somewhat distracted.

He now has some doubts about whether there was a mistake in the divination he performed back then.

Just then, a clever little girl called out in her childish voice, "Daddy!"

Lin Zeyang immediately recognized his daughter's voice, so he turned his head to look in the direction from which she was speaking and saw her small figure running towards him.

Cheng Ying ran up to Lin Zeyang. The Imperial Preceptor Mo Yu saw a petite and exquisite little girl with bright eyes and white teeth standing there.

The Imperial Preceptor Mo Yu's eyes lit up. There was a special aura about this little girl, and she was also very poised and well-mannered. She was not at all coy and made people like her at first glance!

The Imperial Preceptor Mo Yu was secretly amazed. Yes, that was the feeling. He felt it in the little girl. It was her feeling, and it was very strong.

His intuition has always been very accurate, and this advantage is twofold: if he were to take this young girl as his apprentice, it would be a great fortune for him as well!

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "Young friend Lin, this young lady must be your daughter!"

Lin Zeyang nodded, pulled Cheng Ying in front of the Taoist priest, and said, "Yes, Tong'er greeted the Taoist priest!"

Cheng Ying opened her big, watery eyes and looked at the Taoist priest. Suddenly, she heard an old voice in her mind, "Little girl, would you like to become my disciple?"

Cheng Ying was startled. She looked away and then back at the old Taoist priest in front of her. Could it be that he was the one who had spoken in her mind just now?

The Imperial Preceptor Moyu then transmitted his voice into Cheng Ying's mind, "Are you willing to become my disciple? I know that the master your father mentioned does not exist. Am I right?"

Cheng Ying was even more surprised. It seemed that this old Taoist priest had some ability. She bowed to the old Taoist priest in front of her and said, "Greetings, Grandpa Lin Tong'er."

Unexpectedly, he saw through it. Cheng Ying looked surprised, but she stood up confidently and asked, "How did you see through it, Daoist Master?"

Grand Preceptor Mo Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he had been shrewd enough to trick the young girl first, otherwise he might have missed the opportunity!

Regardless of why this little girl lied to her parents, she must have her own secrets.

Cheng Ying smiled mischievously and said, "But I think you have real skills. If you are willing to teach me something interesting, I can consider becoming your apprentice."

Hearing his daughter speak like that, Lin Zeyang, though unsure of the riddle they were playing, couldn't help but scold her, "Tong'er, don't be rude!"

The Taoist priest laughed heartily: "Hahaha, it's alright. What a clever girl! I like your personality—unrestrained and free from worldly etiquette. Very good, very good!"

He then took out a worn-out book that seemed to exude a mysterious power. "This book records some lost techniques. If you become my disciple, it will be your gift."