Around midnight last night, Ye Xiaochuan and others left Wushan and began to look for the Wushan Jade Slip Cave pointed by Dial Yi in the thick fog. When they arrived at the waterfall valley, it was already dawn.
When they discovered the Chaos Spring flowing to higher places and went down into the abyss to find the Chaos Spring's eye, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
At this moment, thousands of miles away in Cangyun Mountain, the laziest drunk Taoist of Cangyun Sect was reclining on a bamboo deck chair in the yard since the sun rose, and he was drinking the drink from Hulu.
Wine, it was just dawn this day, and he seemed to be drunk. Today's Cangyun Mountain looks extremely depressed compared to a few months ago. On weekdays, there are nearly 20,000 people on Samsara Peak, except for some low-level miscellaneous things.
Except for the military disciples and some old men, there are no young disciples who are walking around carrying fairy swords all day long, or flying around in the sky to show off.
son.
At least 60% to 70% of the strength of the Cangyun Sect, including the four-line peaks, was mobilized in the past few days. Currently, disciples from various sects of the Righteous Way are currently training at Yuanmou Mountain, not far away, to practice enemy formations.
Zui Taoist has been recognized as the laziest person in Cangyun Sect for hundreds of years.
At least before his eldest disciple Ye Xiaochuan entered Cangyun Sect, this title belonged to him. He didn’t understand formations or anything, and he didn’t have the ambition or ability to command thousands of troops. Taoist Yunhe, Taoist Chiyan,
Yu Zhenzi and Yu Chenzi both went to Yuanmou, but he was still begging for nothing and wandering around on Samsara Peak all day long, drinking, as if he was worried about the disaster that Cangyun Sect and the world would face in the future.
, I didn’t take it to heart. Now there is only one female handyman in the yard, her name is Xiaozhu. There used to be three. When Ye Xiaochuan and Yang Jiu left Cangyun Gate a month ago, there were still two, Zui Taoist.
In the past ten years or so, I have always been very kind to these three handyman disciples. Occasionally, when nothing happens, I will always give them guidance.
One or two of us.
These three female disciples are also quite competitive and have made rapid progress in their cultivation.
Except for Ye Xiaochuan and Yang Shijiu, Zui Taoist has no intention of accepting any more disciples in his life. As early as seven years ago, he sent his oldest female disciple away and became the disciple of Master Jingxiang and became an inner disciple.
disciple.
Half a month ago, Xiaomei was kicked out again and became a disciple of Master Jinghui and became Liu Tong's junior sister. Finally, this little Zhu girl, with the occasional guidance from Zui Taoist for more than ten years, has cultivated the Yin-Yang Universe Dao to the third level.
Those who have reached the sixth level of the soul should have been inner disciples for a long time. However, Zui Taoist does not accept them as formal disciples, so they do not have the ability to have their own names written on them like Yang Jiujiu and Ye Xiaochuan.
The iron plate number.
Originally, Mr. Zui Taoist wanted to send Miss Xiaozhu away. She was already several dozen years old and her cultivation level was not low. There was really no future for her to continue taking care of herself. She might as well become an inner disciple under an elder.
As a result, Xiaozhu was unwilling to leave the courtyard. He knelt in front of Zui Taoist and cried, saying that even if he remained a handyman disciple for the rest of his life, he would not leave.
The older Mr. Zui is, the kinder his heart becomes. Forget it, let’s keep her until Xiaochuan and Jiujiu come back.
Xiaozhu has a good figure, but her appearance is not good. The freckles on her face can be removed, but her facial features are not very delicate, so for so many years, Ye Xiaochuan has not had any bad thoughts about her.
After being busy in the kitchen all morning, when he came out, he saw that the drunk Taoist had drunk too much again. Xiaozhu smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Zui, senior brother Xiaochuan and Yang Jiu are not here, so you can't control yourself."
The drunk Taoist lay on the bamboo chair, shaking his head and saying: "In life, wine, sex and wealth are the first priority. How can I go without wine for a day? Isn't my time wasted?"
This old guy is starting to mince words now, and he can always find many incredible excuses for himself to drink every day.
Xiaozhu shook his head helplessly, having served Zui Lao and Yang for more than ninety years, Xiaozhu knew more or less what Zui Lao was thinking.
The person who can make drunken young and old drink a few sips is his disciple Ye Xiaochuan.
Although Zui Lao dotes on his younger disciple Yang Jiu all day long and ignores his eldest disciple Ye Xiaochuan, Xiao Zhu actually knows that Zui Lao listens to Ye Xiaochuan the most now. Last time Ye Xiaochuan came back from Minghai and persuaded him
Drunk Taoists should drink less alcohol and go collect Qi and practice in the morning if they have nothing to do.
The drunk Taoist really started to reduce the amount of alcohol he drank every day, and every day before dawn, he would sit on a big rock on the mountainside to absorb the pure morning glow.
You know, Yang Jiu has been saying this for more than ten years, and the drunk Taoist has just turned a deaf ear and not listened at all.
It was quite good some time ago, but now that Senior Brother Ogawa is away from Samsara Peak, this old guy has started to be lazy and drink again.
Xiaozhu just prayed that Senior Brother Xiaochuan would come back soon.
After cooking breakfast, I was about to wake up the Taoist priest. Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside the courtyard door, and then I heard someone banging on the door.
The voice was very familiar to Xiaozhu. It was Zhao Shilin, Senior Brother Xiaochuan's best friend.
Xiaozhu opened the far door and saw Zhao Shilin out of breath, saying: "Lao Zui, here we come, here we come..."
The drunk Taoist said: "What's going on? You're disturbing me for drinking so early in the morning, so I can take a break."
Zhao Shilin said: "The people from Hanyang City are here. They seem to be Junior Sister Yang's nephew! They have reached the mountainside now and will be there soon."
The drunk Taoist slumped over and sat up from the recliner.
He had already known about the news that Yang Jiujiu's family had come to Cangyun to seek refuge. And he also knew who was coming.
He said: "Didn't you say tomorrow? Why are you here today? Xiaozhu, hurry up and get some water to wash me down. I smell like alcohol... Whoever put the wine gourd next to me, take it away."
There were only five people who came from Hanyang City, four big and one small, and the little one was just a baby that could toddle.
Li Wanjun was walking on the steps of Samsara Peak with her son in her arms, followed by three young men of about fourteen or fifteen years old.
Except for the baby, everyone else was full of curiosity about Cangyun Mountain, especially the three and a half-year-old teenagers at the back. Their eyes were rolling, but they didn't dare to look around.
The drunk Taoist had just washed his face and changed into clean clothes that did not smell of alcohol when he heard Zhao Shilin's voice outside the courtyard gate.
Said: "Sister Wanjun, here, here..."
Li Wanjun was very unfamiliar with this Seventh Emperor Brother. In her childhood memories, the Seventh Emperor Brother left the palace very early and came to Cangyun to study art.
A few years ago, Brother Seven Emperors went down to the mountain for training and lived in the capital for two or three years with a group of senior brothers. At that time, Li Wanjun happened to be in the Royal Cultivation Academy, and he had met him a few times.
Li Wanjun held Bao'er in her arms and said, "Brother Seventh Emperor, please excuse me."
Zhao Shilin grinned and said: "No need to bother me, no need to bother me. I haven't seen you for many years and you are already a mother. Let me see. Is this my nephew?"
Zhao Shilin held Bao'er in his arms and thought that Bao'er was pretty and cute. He couldn't help but be overjoyed and said, "What's his name?" Li Wanjun said, "Baby Yang, just call him Bao'er."
