Yang Jiujiu took out Ye Xiaochuan's handwritten letter to Zui Taoist. Zui Taoist opened it and read it roughly.
The content of the letter is similar to what Yang Jiujiu just said. First, it introduces the origins hundreds of years ago. When I read Ye Xiaochuan's letter, it was revealed that the Yang family has been enshrining their own in their home for hundreds of years.
The portrait, which made the drunk Taoist couldn't help but sigh slightly.
Later, Ye Xiaochuan started talking nonstop about how qualified this girl named Yang Jiu was. If she missed this village, she would not have this shop, and she must be accepted as her disciple.
As for how the Yang family was rich and powerful, Ye Xiaochuan only mentioned it in one stroke using Spring and Autumn style in the letter, without introducing much.
After reading the letter, the drunk Taoist shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking that his naughty disciple would really cause trouble for him. Only a few days after he came down the mountain, he found a female disciple for him to enter his house for no reason.
Zhu Changshui took advantage of Zui Taoist's time to read the letter and said to Yang Jiu with a smile: "Miss Yang, I am Zhu Changshui, who is also a disciple of Cangyun Sect. Have you met my boss Ye Xiaochuan? How is he now?"
Since Yang Jiu entered Cangyun Mountain, he has been very nervous. He is afraid of the same result as the Langya Immortal Sect two years ago. His mind has been focused on Zui Taoist, paying attention to the changes in his expression. Zhu Changshui called her several times.
Only then did she react.
He hurriedly said that young hero Ye Xiaochuan was doing well in the world and had not encountered any danger.
The drunk Taoist was holding his beard and thinking, and looked at Yang Jiu intentionally or unintentionally.
Ye Xiaochuan was brought up by him. As a master, he knew this naughty apprentice best.
This Yang Jiujiu was quite beautiful and full of heroic spirit. She was an out-and-out heroine, but Ye Xiaochuan would never be kind enough to introduce a young girl to him as his disciple.
What Ye Xiaochuan valued about Yang Jiu was probably not her appearance, but her net worth.
Although it was not stated clearly in the letter, what kind of person is Mr. Zui? The gifts outside could never be purchased without tens of thousands of taels of silver, which shows that the Yang family has already become prosperous and rich.
Ye Xiaochuan probably valued the Yang family's wealth, which was like a mountain of gold.
He pondered for a while and said: "Miss Yang, did that brat teach you about the pomp outside? Did he ask you for any favors?"
Yang Jiujiu shook his head quickly and said: "No, no, Ye Shaoxia said that senior likes to drink, so my father prepared some, but he didn't know senior's taste, so he mixed bamboo leaf green, mulberry wine, dogwood wine, osmanthus wine, Zhuangyuan red,
My daughter is red, and Du Kang each prepared two hundred jars of fine wine for me to bring to my daughter. Before I left, my father also said that he would honor his elders with five hundred jars of good wine every year."
The drunk Taoist swallowed his saliva, and then said: "You want to worship me as your teacher and practice the immortal way?"
Yang Jiujiu nodded heavily and said: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, but I know that martial arts are for self-defense after all. The real Mahayana method is to practice the Tao. I ask my seniors to help me!"
After saying that, she knelt down in front of Drunk Taoist and bowed deeply.
The drunk Taoist looked hesitant. To be honest, he didn't want to accept a disciple. If he hadn't been greedy for the Monkey King's fruit wine fifteen years ago, he wouldn't have gone to the back mountain, let alone brought Ye Xiaochuan back.
He was used to being lazy, and teaching Ye Xiaochuan was already exhausting him physically and mentally, so he never thought of accepting another disciple.
Zhu Changshui saw that the drunk Taoist looked uncertain, but he had a good impression of Yang Jiu, who looked like a pleasant man.
So he said: "Uncle Drunken Master, there are two hundred altars of green bamboo leaves..."
The old drunk Taoist's face froze.
Zhu Changshui continued: "Two hundred altars of mulberry trees fell..."
The drunk Taoist continued to remain unmoved.
Zhu Changshui's voice gradually became louder and he said: "Two hundred altars of dogwood..."
The drunk Taoist could no longer maintain his composure and said to Zhu Changshui: "Why are you talking about this? I accepted her as a disciple, not just for the sake of these fine wines. I accidentally saved her ancestors when your uncle, I didn't accept her as my disciple."
Thinking that the Yang family values love and righteousness so much, I do it because of this relationship, you kid, please don’t talk nonsense when you go out!"
Zhu Changshui chuckled and said, "I understand, kid!"
Seeing Yang Jiujiu still kneeling on the ground stupidly, he said: "Miss Yang, oh no, Junior Sister Yang, why don't you quickly thank your mentor!"
Yang Jiu reacted, cried with joy, and kowtowed to the drunk Taoist again and again.
The drunk Taoist stretched out his hand to help him up and said, "Do you have any banknotes on you?"
Yang Jiu was stunned for a moment, then said: "I brought fifty thousand taels of silver notes with me. If Master feels it is not enough, I will send someone back to get it right away."
The drunk Taoist shook his head and said: "No need, give five hundred taels to your senior brother Zhu."
The two people in front of him were confused, but Yang Jiu was still obedient and took out a five hundred tael of silver notes and handed it to Zhu Changshui.
Zhu Changshui wondered: "Uncle Master, what does this mean?"
The drunk Taoist rolled his eyes and said: "Your uncle's Qingfeng Sword was mortgaged to your master, Senior Brother Yuchenzi, for three hundred taels of silver three years ago. Please go back and redeem the Qingfeng Sword for me.
The extra money will be used as your errand fee. Xiaochuan has also grown up. Now I have accepted a new female disciple. This shabby courtyard cannot be lived in. You can wait until you go to the elder's courtyard and ask your Uncle Yang to make room for me immediately.
A large courtyard must have a large wine cellar that can store the fine wines outside. Why are you standing there in a daze? Why don't you go quickly?"
The Qingfeng Sword has been redeemed. This sword has followed Zui Taoist for hundreds of years. The name Qingfeng Taoist was also obtained from this sword.
The drunk Taoist is now profound in Taoism and has understood the second level of swordsmanship. He has a sword in his heart without a sword in his hand. When facing an enemy, even if he does not have a sword in his hand, it is still the same. He can hit someone a thousand steps away by picking up flowers and flying leaves.
But things are different now, Yang Jiu needs a sword.
He has already seen that Yang Shijiu has very good physical fitness. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child and has laid a very solid foundation. He is almost at the fourth level of the divine sea in the world of cultivation. Three or five big men cannot get close to him.
As long as he pays more attention to it, Yang Jiu will definitely achieve something in the short term.
Yang Jiu came to be his disciple and gave him so many generous gifts. He couldn't be stingy either. The Qingfeng Sword had to have a successor, and Ye Xiaochuan seemed to have no celestial connection with the Qingfeng Sword, so he just happened to pass it on to this second disciple.
Yang Jiu was so grateful to receive the Divine Sword. When she knew that this extremely clear sword had been the personal magic weapon of her mentor for hundreds of years, she immediately knew that the Qingfeng Sword was more powerful than Ouyang Caiyu's blue sword from the Langya Immortal Sect.
The magic weapon of Ling is countless times more powerful.
The process of apprenticeship was very simple, and it was originally very grand, but Master Zui was thinking about the more than a thousand jars of wine that Yang Jiu had brought, so he took Yang Jiu directly to the presbytery, registered and compiled Yang Jiu.
The name is added to enter.
I don’t know how many Cangyun outer sect disciples have died of envy. Those outer sect servant disciples have been working hard for ten or eight years, but they may not be accepted by an elder as a registered disciple.
On the first day, Yang Shijiu became a disciple of Cangyun Sect to worship the elder Zui Taoist. Moreover, he was not a registered disciple, but a disciple whose name was forever recorded in Cangyun Sect's classics.
