Yang Ling'er was laughing on the back of the donkey. Baili Yuan's strange comment that he was so handsome that he could drive the world crazy, but that he was so ugly was the first time she had heard it in her life, and she found it very interesting.
Just like the first time she saw the world's most witty and humorous thaumaturgy "Laughing Forest" in the boudoir, she almost laughed to the point of tears.
Ye Xiaochuan's face turned the color of pig liver.
He said angrily: "Baili Yuan, what do you mean? Are you saying I'm ugly?"
Baili Yuan also smiled like a flower and said: "You stinky boy, you are a bit darker, but your facial features are still good. I didn't think you were ugly before, but you have to throw away when comparing goods, and you have to compare yourself to others.
If you stand in front of Mr. Yang, your appearance will look a bit like an abstract painting of a work of art."
Ye Xiaochuan was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and insisted on tearing them apart.
According to him, he has dark skin, which is the majesty of a man. Men should be majestic, upright, and as strong as iron. If they are all pretty boys and fake girls, can they still be called men?
Regarding Ye Xiaochuan's sophistry, Bailiyuan was unmoved. Anyway, she silenced Ye Xiaochuan with just one sentence.
That's the sentence: "Don't tell me, anyway, you are not as good-looking as Mr. Yang."
Ye rolled his eyes, scolded, and chuckled, and a group of two donkeys and three people walked slowly on the ancient road in the wilderness, heading towards Anqing City.
At the same time, Cangyunmen Samsara Peak, thousands of miles away, was also quite busy today.
Hundreds of civilians carried big boxes and big wine jars, walking along the climbing stairs of the front mountain like long snakes winding upward, towards the tall Samsara Peak. Even Yu Jizi, the current head of the Cangyun Sect,
They were all alarmed and sent their disciples to ask who was coming.
The weather was good today. As usual, Zui Taoist found a sunny place in the dilapidated small yard. He leaned over and picked up the wine gourd. He has not moved his body since morning until now.
A hundred years of floating life, a single life of freedom, this is the life that gods should live.
The only fly in the ointment is that the dozens of jars of Zhuangyuanhong that my precious apprentice bought last time are now running out, so I have to find someone to borrow money to buy wine.
Who to look for?
That guy Yun He took the Cangyun elite disciples to Xuantian Sect to watch the competition. Chi Yan was so stingy that he decisively rejected him before he even asked for a loan yesterday.
Senior Brother Yuchenzi should still have some spare money. Yes, I will go find Yuchenzi tomorrow.
If you can't borrow it from Yu Chenzi, you can only go to the head, Senior Brother Yu Jizi.
You don’t have to eat rice, but you can’t skip a sip of this wine.
Ok, deal.
The half-drunk Taoist priest had already begun to figure out who to borrow the next drink money from.
As an elder of the Cangyun Sect, he earned an income of one thousand taels of silver every month without doing anything. However, he owed too much debt. Every time he was paid, the monthly money was already in his pocket before it reached his pocket.
All the debts have been paid off. It is not easy to borrow money now.
Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door, and the drunk Taoist frowned. Who in this land of blue clouds was making noise and disturbing people's spiritual practice?
But why is there this strong aroma of wine?
As soon as he smelled the aroma of wine, the drunk Taoist immediately became energetic and sat up immediately.
At this time, his apprentice's friend Zhu Changshui stumbled into the yard and shouted: "Uncle Drunk Master, Uncle Drunk Master..."
The drunk Taoist walked to the gate of the courtyard and saw a long team coming from the bottom of the mountain. It seemed that they were carrying a lot of wine. The aroma of the wine had come all the way here.
He said: "It's Xiao Zhu. What's wrong? Your master uncle vomited blood and bought so much fine wine?"
Zhu Changshui said: "Our Cangyun Sect didn't buy this. It was a gift from a woman who came to become a disciple."
The drunk Taoist said with envy: "Who is this? Who is so lucky to have such a rich young disciple? Is it Chi Yan? Or Yu Chenzi? No, I have to drink such a good wine.
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Zhu Changshui had a strange expression and said: "Uncle Druid Master, that little girl said she was looking for you."
"Looking for me? You're just joking. That one apprentice of mine has already made my life worse than death, so I have no intention of accepting another disciple! Besides, he is such a rich disciple..."
After a while, the drunk Taoist's eyes began to widen, and the long queue passed through the mountainside villa and walked directly towards the shabby little courtyard where he lived.
The apprenticeship formation has remained the same. There are seven to eight hundred big men, each carrying two large wine jars as tall as half a man. There are also many other boxes covered with red cloth. It is estimated that they contain either gold, silver or silk.
Luo satin.
Countless disciples on Samsara Peak gathered around and followed the team to see who these good things were for.
By the time the frontline team stopped in front of the courtyard where the drunk Taoist lived, the drunk Taoist had his eyes wide open and his mouth wide open.
There was a beautiful young man in smart clothes, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with his hair raised and a man's heroic spirit in his eyes, but it seemed that she was a little shy and embarrassed, and her face was red.
This girl is naturally the nineteenth daughter of Yang Dashanren, the richest man in Hanyang City, who was tricked by Ye Xiaochuan to become his apprentice, Yang Jiujiu.
Yang Jiujiu has a portrait of Zui Taoist in his youth. Although Zui Taoist is now old, the big blood-red wine gourd in his hand allows Yang Jiujiu to recognize this sloppy old Taoist at a glance. He is the old god who has been worshiped in his family for hundreds of years.
Taoist Master Qingfeng is Ye Xiaochuan and Ye Shaoxia’s mentor.
She hurriedly bowed down and said, "Junior Yang Jiu, please meet senior Qingfeng!"
The drunk Taoist was puzzled. He had never known this little girl named Yang Jiu, so how could she come to Cangyun Mountain to worship him as his teacher.
He asked Yang Jiujiu to get up. When he saw that the courtyard gate was not full of melon-eating disciples who also did not know the truth, he asked Yang Jiujiu to enter the courtyard to speak.
Zhu Changshui relied on his close relationship with Ye Xiaochuan, so he slipped in and closed the courtyard door.
The drunk man said: "Little girl, do we know each other?"
Yang Shijiu shook his head and said: "Senior and junior's ancestors had a relationship. Hundreds of years ago, on the Yangtze River near Hanyang City, senior once saved my ancestor's life. My ancestor was grateful for his life-saving grace.
For hundreds of years, the children of the Yang family have burned three sticks of incense and prayed for their ancestors every day without daring to slack off. Not long ago, the younger generation met the older generation’s disciple, Young Master Ye Xiaochuan..."
Yang Jiujiu briefly explained the relationship between his Yang family and Zui Taoist. Zui Taoist used to travel around the world and did many chivalrous and righteous things. How could he still remember the incident on the Yangtze River hundreds of years ago?
Rescue a farm boy?
However, when he heard Yang Jiu mentioned Ye Xiaochuan, he immediately understood that today's scene must have something to do with his naughty disciple.
