The drunk Taoist returned to his residence with a complicated expression.
The dashing Yang Jiu was scolding his nephew Yang Baoer.
Yang Baoer is one year older than Dugu Changfeng, and the sixteen-year-old boy is already a handsome young man.
Because he is very handsome, he is very popular among young girls.
However, he seems to have his name.
Hanging out with that Yu Jian Jia guy all day long.
In the past, everyone thought that Yu Jianjia was Ning Xiangruo’s eldest disciple. After last year’s trip to the Sea of Forgetfulness, the world finally learned that Yu Jianjia turned out to be a saint from the Pangu God Clan. .??.
I don’t know why, but after the Pangu tribe entered the human world, they kept Yu Jianjia in Cangyun Mountain.
Yu Jianjia gives the impression that she is just a harmless little girl, but in fact her cultivation level is much higher than that of her master Ning Xiangruo.
After all, have you ever seen any little girl who can take Xuan Ying's palm forcefully?
When Yu Jianjia was in Cangyun Mountain, she never meditated and practiced. She either ate or played with Yang Baoer every day.
As a result, Yang Baoer is already sixteen years old. He has practiced Taoism for seven or eight years and has only reached the early stage of Yuanshen.
Dugu Changfeng, who was one year younger than him and had been practicing for less time than him, left him behind by a long way.
Yang Jiu pointed at Yang Bao'er's forehead and said, "I've told you eight hundred times. If you have nothing to do, just meditate and practice, or practice Cangyun Sword Technique. It's better for you. When you farted, you went out to fool around with Yu Jianjia again! That's it!
With your attitude toward cultivation, when will you reach the state of spiritual silence?
After practicing Taoism for so many years, I am still in the realm of Yuanshen... Your aunt and I have already reached the realm of spiritual silence when I have been practicing Taoism for eight years. Can you please be more confident? Don't think about the things between men and women all day long."
Yang Baoer is currently in a rebellious phase.
He muttered, "You are you, I am me, and I don't like to practice, let alone Jianjia doesn't practice either..."
"Can you compare with Yu Jianjia? I don't know who she is. She is a saint from the Pangu tribe. She has Pangu blood and has a long history.
An old loli who has reached the pinnacle of life and lived for a thousand or two thousand years..."
"Uncle Nineteenth, you've had enough! I'm here!"
Yu Jianjia's voice came out of the kitchen, her mouth full of food and a plate of dumplings in her hand.
She swallowed the food in her mouth three times and said, "Although I have lived for a long time, according to the age ratio between our Pangu tribe and humans, I am not an old loli now, but a real little loli.
"
Yang Jiu became annoyed when he saw her and said, "Yu Jianjia, I have told you many times that you are not suitable for our Bao'er."
Yu Jianjia said, "Why isn't it appropriate? Bao'er likes me, and I like him too. We are in love, and now you are beating up the mandarin ducks!"
"You insist on me explaining my words clearly, don't you? You are from the Pangu tribe. The Pangu tribe merged with humans and cannot have children. Even if you give birth to a child, you will be cursed by blood like Pan Shishu and her mother."
"That's just right. I will definitely become the high priest of the Pangu tribe in the future. The high priest does not need to have children!"
"Bao'er is the only descendant of the ninth generation of our Yang family. You think our Yang family will never be the last one? What a vicious woman!"
"You are the vicious one."
"You are vicious!"
"you!"
"you!"
…
The two women started arguing.
Xiaozhu, who was busy in the kitchen, had long been accustomed to the quarrel between the two.
Just at this time, the drunk Taoist walked in with a complicated expression on his face.
Seeing the two women arguing, his head got bigger.
Turn around and leave.
Yu Jianjia shouted, "Uncle Drunken Master
, the 19th Junior Master bullied me! She broke up Baoer and me."
Yang Jiu said, "You're talking nonsense, I didn't bully you! I just asked Bao'er to get married and have children as soon as possible. As for you, you can't have children, so you can fill Bao'er's house."
"Filling a house? Not only did you bully me! You also humiliated me!"
This time the Yang family suffered heavy losses in the massacre in Hanyang City.
Yang Jiu also just returned from Hanyang City yesterday.
As soon as she came back, she saw Yang Baoer and Yu Jianjia having sex with each other, which made her furious.
The drunk Taoist could only smooth things over and said, "Oh, you two, please stop talking. Nineteen, you are too. Isn't the relationship between Bao'er and Jian Jia quite good? When Bao'er grows up, let him do it on his own."
Let’s not interfere too much with our future life!”
Yu Jianjia held the dumplings and ran to Zui Taoist. She stretched out her left hand and pulled his arm, saying, "It is Zui Taoist uncle who loves us the most!"
After saying that, he also made a face at Yang Jiu.
Yang Jiujiu was so angry that he stamped his feet.
In the end, I had to twist Yang Baoer's ears and drag him back to the room.
Yu Jianjia was at Cangyun Gate, and she didn't have the airs of a saint at all.
Since her identity was exposed, she is not as cold as before and has already integrated into the big family of Cangyun Sect.
She diligently helped the drunk Taoist sit down on the deck chair in the yard, and also fed the drunk Taoist dumplings.
If the drunk Taoist is not in the mood to eat, let her eat.
Then the drunkard said, "I heard that you, Xiaoyou and the others went to Xifeng City to have fun the day before yesterday?"
"Yes, I also ate a lot of delicious food. I didn't go back to the mountain until late at night. It was so late!"
Suddenly, Yu Jianjia seemed to have thought of something and squatted next to the drunk Taoist.
"Uncle Master, Jian Jia has something to do.
I want to ask you for advice."
"What's the matter?"
"Is there someone secretly practicing the art of undeath around here?"
The drunk Taoist frowned and said, "The art of the dead? What do you mean?"
Yu Jianjia said, "When we came back from Xifeng City that night, I found that there was a very weak aura of the undead surrounding Xifeng City. I had felt this aura before Tianshui City was destroyed at the beginning of last year.
Uncle Yun and others said that there are hundreds of thousands of monks around Cangyun Mountain, and there may be one or two undead masters or ghost masters with extremely high cultivation levels nearby.
I can feel that although the aura is weak, its essence is extremely powerful, and it is definitely above the Sumeru realm.
I have been in the human world for so long, and I have never heard of any undead masters in the Sumeru realm except Xuan Ying. Among the powerful Sumeru masters in the ghost realm, except for Xue Tian, the ghost king of the underworld, there are no ghost monks in the world.
It seems that no one has reached this level."
When the drunk Taoist heard this, his old face changed slightly.
"Is there such a thing? You don't feel wrong?"
"Look at what you said, Uncle Master, do you still doubt me? I am the goddess of the Pangu tribe, I will not feel wrong, and not only I can feel it, the ghost girl also felt it that night.
There was no such aura in Xifeng City before. At least I haven't felt it since I came back from Xifeng City a month ago.
This smell only appeared within the past month."
The drunk Taoist seemed very interested in this matter and said, "Can you tell me more about that smell?"
"I can't tell, it seems like many kinds of auras are mixed together, including ghost aura, undead aura, and earthly evil aura. It's like a hodgepodge."
The drunk Taoist slowly stood up from the recliner.
His expression was serious and solemn, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be full of shock and worry.