Inside the counter, a serious old man was half lying on a rocking chair, holding a thread-bound ancient book in his hand and looking at it with relish.
From time to time, a honey-like smile appears on the corner of the mouth, as if the mind has been trapped in it and cannot extricate itself.
Suddenly, when he heard heavy footsteps walking, the old man knew it must be that boy. Only that brat could respect and love my senior brother so much.
as expected.
The old man raised his head and saw Cheng Buzheng walking towards this side in a leisurely manner. The old man casually put the ancient book in a thread and placed it on the counter. There were eight big words written on the cover: "Junior sister wants to take me by force"
"Boss Cheng, why did you learn to refine weapons?"
When Cheng Buzheng saw the old man asking seriously, he smiled and replied:
"Old man Nan, why do you suddenly care about me? Are you planning to introduce your grand-niece to me?"
The old man looked at him fiercely and said:
"It's just you, you don't deserve it! My grandniece is the seedling of the foundation, so don't make any decisions!"
Cheng Buzheng didn't pay attention to the old man's fierce expression, but smiled and said:
"Old man, we have such a good relationship. We don't leave any wealth to outsiders. If we can benefit outsiders, it's better to benefit from me!"
"Yeah?"
The old man glanced at him disdainfully and said;
"If you are not afraid of being beaten to death, just go and give it a try. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."
Hear the words.
Cheng Buqian couldn't help but be stunned. Although he heard the old man mention that his grandson and grandniece were practicing in the sect, he never knew who their names were or what their cultivation level was.
He asked rather curiously:
"Old man Nan, who are your grandson and grandniece?"
"I want to know!"
The old man chuckled and said:
"... How about going to Fengyun Tower, buying a pot of Longquan wine, and I'll tell you?"
Cheng Buzheng did not respond. He took two steps forward and came to the counter. He took out a pot of spiritual wine and two wine cups, placed them on the small table inside the counter, took out a wooden stool and sat down.
"It's been prepared a long time ago. We haven't had a drink together for a while.
Come and taste this pot of wine."
With that said, Cheng Buzheng held the handle of the jade pot, filled the white jade wine cup to seven points, and then poured himself a glass of spiritual wine. A strong aroma of wine spread in the hall.
He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
"You always please!"
The old man was not polite, he just pinched the handle of the wine cup, sniffed it gently with his nose, then took a sip, his eyes narrowed involuntarily.
"Good wine, isn't it Baiyun City's Qin Family Immortal Brew?"
But the old man's tone was extremely certain.
"Old man, your nose is so sharp!
Now can you tell me who your great-niece is!"
The old man looked at Cheng Buzheng strangely and said:
"Did I say that? You haven't drunk much wine yet, why are you talking nonsense!"
Cheng Buzheng looked at the old man who was acting rogue but had a serious face. He couldn't help but feel happy and joked:
"Old man, next time, I won't bring you a fool!" He played with the wine cup and smiled.
"I was afraid that you would be beaten to death and there would be no one to drink with me, so I didn't tell you!"
The old man said in a serious tone:
"Boy, I am doing this for your own good."
"Okay... Okay, Old Man Nan, let me ask you something serious?"
The old man took a sip of wine, narrowed his eyes, lay half on the rocking chair, and said:
“If you have something to say, say it quickly; if you have something to say, say it quickly!”
"I walked around in the Sutra Pagoda, but I didn't find any soul spells. There was only one "Soul Sting" spell.
Is there anything said in this?"
The old man disagreed and said:
"I thought it was something serious!
The soul-type spells within the sect are all on the third floor of the Sutra-Depository Tower. They were originally placed on the second floor of the Sutra-Depository Tower. However, the Qi-training monks in the sect are greedy for such spells and have unexpected abilities in fighting. They rush to learn them.
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However, the practice of this type of magic is relatively dangerous. Most disciples who practice this technique alone are counterattacked by the spell, and their spiritual consciousness is seriously injured, making it difficult to continue their path to immortality.
Seeing this, the sect moved all such spells to the third floor of the Sutra Storage Tower.
Now, only the disciples of the Master Uncle in the Foundation Establishment Stage can learn such spells. With the protection of the Foundation Establishment Stage monks, these dangers can be eliminated!
As for the soul stabbing spell, it is the lowest level among all the spells. Even the backlash only gives me a headache for a while, but it will get better after a while, so I left it on the second floor of the Scripture Deposit Tower.
Boy, you are only at the fourth level of Qi training, so don’t have any evil intentions!"
Hear the words.
Cheng Buzheng gave the old man another glass of wine, nodded and said:
"What you always teach me is, but I have successfully practiced the "Soul Thorn"!"
"So, I want to learn a soul-based defense spell."
Senior brother took the wine cup and joked:
"Boy, I didn't expect that you still have some magic talent, but this kind of magic does not have the protection of the foundation-building monks, so it is better not to practice it!"
"Yeah! Got it, thank you for your concern." Cheng Buzheng nodded and responded.
At this time.
Before anyone arrived, Hong Hou's voice came from outside the door.
"Grandpa, your eldest grandson is here to see you. Do you think I have brought you something good?"
Cheng Buzheng, who was drinking with Old Man Nan, felt secretly happy when he heard such playful words, and couldn't help but glance at the old man.
I saw the old man, with a bright smile on his face, a grin on his face, and said:
"Grandson, what good things have you brought for grandpa?"
Outside the gate, before anyone came in, I saw a big belly and then a fat man walked in.
The fat man was wearing a gray robe from his sect, which was tightly packed tightly. His chubby face had his eyes squeezed out, making them much smaller.
This person was the fat man who set up a stall selling Bigu Pills at the small gathering in front of Fengyun Tower when he first joined the sect.
Cheng Buzheng still had some impressions of this person. At the same time, he also had some idea of who the old man's grandniece was.
He also had some guesses, but remained calm on the surface.
The fat man walked into the hall and took a look. Cheng Buzheng looked at the old man doubtfully and asked:
"Grandpa, who is this?"
"This is my drinking buddy and also your junior brother!"
Cheng Buzheng stood up, clasped his fists and smiled:
"I've met my senior brother. I'm in Xiacheng Buzheng. I wonder what I call my senior brother?"
"My name is Jiang Fugui, Junior Brother Cheng, you can just call me Fatty Jiang!"
"Grandpa, this is the good wine I brought you!"
As he spoke, Jiang Fugui placed a jar of wine on the table, pulled a stool over and sat down.
"Senior Brother Jiang, you came just in time, please!"
Cheng Buzheng did not directly address him as 'Fat Jiang', but he still understood this bit of human sophistication. As he spoke, he took out another white jade wine cup, filled it up and handed it to Fatty Jiang.
"Junior Brother Cheng, there is no need to be so polite!"
"Boy, he is my grandson, there is no need to be so cliché."
"Then I'm cheating, so I'll punish myself with three cups of wine!"
"You kid, you just want to drink more and take advantage, right?"
"Enough wine!" Fatty Jiang said boldly.
Afterwards, the three of them casually chatted about interesting things within the sect, and the two gradually became familiar with each other.