After a big battle, especially after seeing the beginning and end of the battle between Wang Wu and Shi Kai, his desire for power surged.

In the cave, an old man with a goatee was carefully adding firewood and fanning the fire. At the same time, he was explaining to Yang Yu the basics of "Tao Wen".

This old man is actually a teacher who was kidnapped by the bandits. When Yang Yu took stock again last night, he accidentally asked about it and found out that this old man actually knew some basic Taoism.

“From the time when Emperor Qin unified writing to the Ming Dynasty, in the three thousand years, there were many additions and deletions of writing, but the Taoist text has not changed much. Therefore, as long as you learn the writing of the previous dynasties and the essence of Taoism, you can master the essence of Taoism without a teacher.”

The old man used simple and easy-to-understand vocabulary, fearing that the man opposite him who beheaded people who killed people would not understand.

 “Emperor Qin…”

Yang Yu was thoughtful and said calmly:

“Just write down all the sermons you know. My memory is very good. Don’t try to fool me!”

There are many paradoxes between this world and his previous life, but they are only paradoxes. This Qin Emperor is naturally not the Qin Emperor he thought.

But these are not important, he is more concerned about Daowen.

 “Don’t dare, don’t dare!”

The old man didn’t even dare to say anything.

 Write down the Taoist texts you know on the cave wall with charcoal, and explain and compare them one by one.

 He was prepared to take the trouble to explain it over and over again.

But what shocked him was that this fierce man in his eyes made such rapid progress that he was stunned. In just half a day, he had memorized all three thousand Daoist texts!

 "Ghosts and gods... Kuixing rank diagram..."

Waving his hand for the old man to go back, Yang Yu’s eyes flickered slightly and he smiled:
Chapter completed!