Ye Xiaochuan really has no way to live now. He has always believed that a person's survival in the world depends on his face.
It's good now that the story of his bed-wetting has been reported to Kaysapa Temple by Baili Yuan, a big talker. It is estimated that by the time he reaches Duantian Cliff, everyone in the cultivation world will know about his embarrassing incident.
He now wanted to find a woodchuck hole to crawl into and never come out.
No, you have to strangle Baili Yuan to death before getting in! And Sister Xiaochi who made me wet the bed in the first place!
At the same time, thousands of miles away, Cangyun Mountain and Samsara Peak.
Since Zui Taoist took in Yang Jiu, a young disciple, and moved into the new courtyard, he has been living an extremely carefree life. There are actually signs of rejuvenation. Even his black hair has grown back, and he has been carrying it all day long.
The big wine gourd was enjoying himself on the Samsara Peak, and I don’t know how many elders of the Cangyun Sect died of envy.
What makes Zui Taoist proud is not how rich his young disciple Yang Jiu is, but Yang Jiu's qualifications.
Yang Jiujiu has practiced martial arts since he was a child. His martial arts skills at such a young age are extremely high. He can't even get close to seven or eight burly men. His cultivation is almost equivalent to the level of the Divine Sea, the fourth level of the cultivation world. In addition to being unable to control flying swords and fly in the air,
In addition, he has never lost against the disciples of the Cangyun Sect who are in the realm of the divine sea. His heroic spirit is impressive.
Several times, Yu Chenzi, Taoist Chi Yan and other elders came to Zui Taoist privately and asked Zui Taoist to give Yang Jiuyun to them, and they were willing to accept Yang Jiujiu as their disciple.
Even Master Jingshui, who rarely went out in Yuanshui Xiaozhu, also found Zui Taoist after meeting Yang Jiu once.
"Senior Brother Qingfeng, it's inconvenient for you to teach female disciples. Why don't you transfer to my sect? What do you think?"
Every time I think of Master Jingshui's words, the drunk Taoist can't help but take three gulps of wine.
After living for most of my life, when I am getting old, my two disciples are competing for me, which is very satisfying.
Early this morning, the drunk Taoist was lying in his room, holding a wine gourd and dreaming. Judging from the smile on his lips from time to time, it looked like it was a good dream.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a scream suddenly came from the room of young disciple Yang Jiu next door.
The drunk Taoist immediately got out of bed. He was shocked. He quickly walked out and pushed Yang Jiu's room open, shouting: "Jiu Jiu, what's wrong?"
Yang Jiu was dressed in Tsing Yi, with his hair tied in a crown. Although he was wearing the clothes of a female disciple, his heroic spirit was actually stronger than that of some men.
I saw Yang Jiu sitting cross-legged on the bed like a dumbfounded chicken, staring at the drunk Taoist's feet with his big eyes.
The drunk Taoist was startled, and when he lowered his head and looked down, he saw a sword at his feet. It was a three-foot-long sword with a green blade. The glow was flowing, and it was full of spiritual power. It was the Qingfeng Sword that he gave to Yang Shijiu when she became a disciple that day!
The drunk Taoist bent down to pick up the Qingfeng Sword, but Yang Jiu suddenly woke up and shouted: "Master!"
This voice startled the drunk Taoist again, and said: "Don't always be surprised, what happened?"
Suddenly, Yang Jiu saw a look of confusion in his eyes, and then he seemed a little unsure: "Master, I seem to be able to control the flying sword!"
The old drunk Taoist's face stiffened and he said: "How is it possible? You have only been practicing for less than a month. It's impossible...Pfft..."
Before the drunk Taoist could finish speaking, Yang Jiu was seen sitting cross-legged, with his right hand pointing upwards as a sword.
Suddenly, the Qingfeng Sword on the ground at the feet of the drunk Taoist seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force. Suddenly, a green light lit up, and it jumped up from the ground with a whooshing sound.
This scene made the drunk Taoist's eyes widen. He thought he was dreaming and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
It was not a dream. The Qingfeng Sword was controlled by Yang Jiujiu's handprint sword skills and shuttled back and forth in the room. However, Yang Jiujiu was not proficient enough in controlling the flying sword. He shot several porcelain furnishings in the room to pieces and also destroyed the wooden windows.
A big hole was shot out.
Although the drunk Taoist was shocked, he quickly recovered. Unbeknownst to others, he knew that this Yang Shijiu had a very good foundation. Before joining the mountain gate, he had practiced martial arts since childhood and had extremely high physical fitness.
After opening her divine gate, the two major acupuncture points in the inner sea and the meridians in her body were connected, and she immediately reached the fourth level of the divine sea.
He was just surprised that Yang Jiuhui could reach the fifth level so quickly. According to his estimation, it should take at least another year.
Yang Jiu took back the Qingfeng Sword and said happily: "Master, I can control the flying sword. Have I reached the realm of controlling the air?"
The drunk Taoist was very proud today. He was walking on Samsara Peak with his hands behind his back, followed by Yang Shijiu, who was flying slowly about three feet above the ground with a fairy sword on his feet.
While the drunk Taoist taught Yang Jiu the essence of flying with a sword, he also said to the elder disciples and others who were passing by: "My disciple, Jiu Jiu, is stupid in nature and it took him a month to reach the realm of flying in the air..."
This matter soon caused a sensation in the entire Samsara Peak. Even the disciples of Zhaoxia Peak, Zhengyang Peak, Yujian Peak, and Thousand Buddha Peak also heard that a prodigy appeared in Nagato Samsara Peak, and he reached the level within a month of starting.
The realm of sword flying.
When the drunk Taoist brought Yang Jiuxian to the Discipline Hall, a large group of disciples were already watching behind him, and they were all amazed.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that Yang Shijiu, who brought hundreds of jars of wine to become a disciple a month ago, would break through the shackles and step into the ranks of cultivators in such a short period of time.
You must know that some of these disciples who are watching have been practicing for more than ten years and still cannot fly in the air.
It’s so infuriating to compare people to each other!
Taoist Yunhe, who had just returned from Tianquan Villa, was discussing things with the leader Yujizi in the Discipline Hall. He heard the noisy discussion of the disciples outside, so he walked out.
As soon as I came out, I saw the drunk Taoist walking towards here like a puppy with his newly recruited disciples, and behind him there was a large group of elder disciples pointing and talking.
Taoist Yun He, who was in charge of Cangyun's punishment law, frowned. Just as he was about to reprimand these disciples for making a noise at the main entrance of the Discipline Academy, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
That's right, my eyes were not blurred, Yang Jiu, the young disciple of Zui Taoist, was standing on the Qingfeng Sword and flying slowly!
This discovery so shocked Taoist Yunhe that he even forgot to reprimand the disciples.
Yu Jizi was also stunned. The last time Yang Jiuzi came to apprentice, there was a lot of noise. At that time, Yu Jizi was alarmed, and Yu Jizi didn't take it seriously.
Recently, several junior brothers and sisters said that Mr. Zui had accepted a precious disciple with very high qualifications. This remark aroused the idea of Yu Jizi. He was preparing to find an opportunity to take a look at this young talent who was highly praised by several respected elders. Take a look at Cangyun.
Is it true that another young prodigy has emerged from the door?
