As the saying goes: What can make two men become friends is not wine, but a hangover! What can make a friendship last is another drink the day after the hangover.
Cao Baoyue and Pangyun got up the next day, exchanged cups, and had another scene.
By the time everyone got up, the two of them were already old friends. They each had a cigarette in their mouths and were almost blowing their shit.
The two of them had a tacit understanding and both bypassed each other's teacher.
Yan Xi looked at Pangyun and Cao August, holding beer cans in their hands and peanuts on the table, and thought to himself: "When Pangyun is not causing trouble, he is still a good apprentice."
Bai Lihua and Kou Xiangqin exchanged handkerchiefs that night and exchanged gifts. Bai Lihua gave her a self-refined magic weapon, and Kou Xiangqin gave her a set of cosmetics that Yan Xi sold to her from outside.
Monk Ku could not order his elder brother or younger sister, so he obediently went to prepare breakfast, bringing dozens of salted duck eggs, as well as bread, steamed buns, scones, a kind of seafood porridge, and a kind of pork liver and spinach porridge.
He originally didn't have a Qiankun bag but Pangyun gave him one. When he attacked the Ci Organization stronghold, Monk Ku collected a large amount of food. Recently, the work of preparing three meals a day has become the focus of his work besides cultivation.
Yan Xi said hello, and the six of them had breakfast together.
Cao August suggested going out to play. Everyone cheered and decided to go to Xiangong Mountain near Quanzhou Prefecture to pay homage to the immortals of his predecessors.
Yan Xi still listened to his apprentice's explanation, and then he learned that there was originally a He Xiangong in Xiangong Mountain, who had practiced Taoism for hundreds of years, and later ascended and left.
When he was practicing Taoism, he often went down the mountain, practiced medicine and saved people, accumulated external skills, and left many legends. After his ascension, someone built a Xiangong Temple, and the sacrifices are quite effective to this day.
He Xiangong practices alone. No one knows his origins as a teacher, and he never accepts disciples. Therefore, he is considered unique among swordsmen of various sects. From time to time, hereditary people, or even upright young disciples, come to Xiangong Mountain to look for He Xiangong.
Gong Yize, but all returned disappointed.
Because it was very close, it was a crowded place, it was inconvenient to carry a sword back and forth, and there were women, so Yan Xi hired two carts to leave Quanzhou Mansion.
Bai Lihua held a bottle of rock sugar snow pears, and Kou Xiangqin brought a cup of coffee. The two of them talked about romantic affairs, poems and songs, and anecdotes about spiritual cultivation, which was quite leisurely.
In another cart, Pangyun and Cao August were already drinking one glass after another, and bought some canned food, luncheon meat, and ham sausages to drink with them.
Yan Xi couldn't listen to bragging, so he simply sat cross-legged and meditated to cultivate his skills.
Monk Ku followed the teacher and meditated for a while. As a result, Pang Yun cleared his cigarette and handed him a cigarette. Monk Ku also joined the drinking group. His last teacher, Ku Xuan, was a well-connected person.
I told him a lot of anecdotes about the spiritual world, and I was able to talk to him a lot.
Within an hour or two, they arrived at the foot of Xiangong Mountain. Yan Xi and others abandoned the cart and let the truck dealer guard it, and walked up the mountain.
Although they set off early, there were many pilgrims on the road, which made Yan Xi feel familiar with going to certain tourist areas. However, there were no vendors selling specialties along the way, so he always felt that something was missing.
Along the way, Pangyun and Cao August talked loudly, Monk Ku occasionally interjected a few words, Bai Lihua and Kou Xiangqin looked like ladies from a famous family, walking hand in hand quietly, occasionally whispering, not letting others hear...
Yan Xi only hated himself, knowing nothing about the history and allusions of the Jiayin realm, and having no way of "chatting" at all.
If he were on earth, he could make up countless things.
When the group was halfway up the mountain, there was a platform where several pilgrims were resting and an old man selling herbal tea.
Yan Xi bought a bowl, drank half a sip, gave the money, and poured the herbal tea. It was a bit unpleasant to drink.
The old man was unhappy and said: "Sir, my herbal tea is a secret recipe passed down from our ancestors. Guests who go up and down the mountain always like to drink it. Why did you spill it?"
Yan Xi smiled and said, "I gave you the money!"
The old man shouted: "This is not about money."
Yan Xi thought to himself: "This thing tastes bad. I can't refuse it?" He also knew why this bowl of herbal tea tasted bad because he didn't want to add sugar.
But he was unwilling to argue with an old man selling herbal tea and handed him a can of Wanglaoji.
Go and say: "Old sir, take a sip of my herbal tea."
The old man was not convinced, took it, took a sip, blinked his eyes and shouted: "Why does it taste so good?"
His words alarmed the father and daughter who were resting next to them. The father was obviously from the Wu family, and he smiled and said, "I drank your herbal tea just now. It tasted good. Could it be that this little brother's herbal tea tastes better?"
The old man handed over the herbal tea, and the father took it without dissatisfaction. He took a sip and exclaimed: "I, Lu Weiming, have been traveling around the world for many years and have never tasted anything so delicious."
His daughter was also curious, but she disliked being drunk by a man and was unwilling to try it. Curiously, she came over and asked, "Do you still have this herbal tea? Can you sell me a pot?"
She didn't recognize Wong Lao Kat's tin cans, but thought they were exquisite. According to common usage, she also called them "pots."
Yan Xi smiled and said, "I'll give you a can."
He took another can of Wong Lo Kat, handed it over, and taught the girl how to open it. When the two father and daughter saw Yan Xi and others with upright faces, as if they were from a wealthy family, and with friendly attitudes, they gradually lost their guard and started chatting.
The father's name is Lu Weiming, and the daughter's name is Lu Yingqi. Yan Xi has never heard of these two names, but he doesn't have any comment.
When Pangyun traveled around the world, Monk Ku often listened to his master's lectures about ancient times, and they all said together: "It turns out to be the great hero of Divine Sword, Immortal Ape, and Lu!"
Lu Weiming said humbly: "Lu's martial arts skills are only average, how can he be called a hero!"
Monk Ku saw that his master had never heard of this person, so he explained: "Daxia Lu is one of the great masters in the world. He once visited Hanshan Temple and had a martial arts competition with the master of Hanshan Temple, Monk Hanshi."
Lu Weiming's face turned slightly red and he said: "That was a rare setback in my life. Monk Hanshi's Hanshan palm power was really too cold. Even though my skill was higher than his, I couldn't win."
Lu Yingqi was a little angry and said: "If it weren't for Hanshan's palm power, my father would have been able to win with at most a hundred moves."
When Yan Xi and the others heard this, they all laughed.
Lu Weiming couldn't resist his curiosity and asked: "Although these few are young, they are extraordinary in spirit. They also know the origin of the little old man. Could it be that they are also people in the world?"
Pangyun and Cao August stopped talking. The rules of both sects did not allow them to talk about their sect with ordinary people.
Yan Xi gave Monk Ku a look, and Monk Ku could only fold his hands and said, "I am from the Shaochan Temple, and these guys are from the same sect."
Lu Weiming was immediately shocked. It was also a martial temple, but Shaochan Temple was ten times more prestigious than Hanshan Temple. Not only was Musashi more powerful, but Kuxuan, the number one divine monk, was so famous that he immediately became more respectful.