Taoist Zhuhua didn't know that although this boy was only seven or eight years old, he was already a monk at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant.
Qingwen led the Taoist priest in, and Ou Pengfei deliberately took a step back to follow.
After crossing the courtyard and arriving at the main hall, they saw Mengyu sitting firmly in the middle hall, with Qingshan and Leshui standing behind her. It was not until Qingwen led Zhuhua Taoist in, that Mengyu stood up to greet him.
When Taoist Zhuhua didn't see Mengyu, his face wasn't that bad. After seeing Mengyu, his face dropped:
Unexpectedly, Ou Pengfei's master turned out to be a young woman.
He was a monk at the pinnacle of foundation building, and he came to visit Master Ou Pengfei. He thought that he could get Ou Pengfei to become his master. He also thought that he was an expert. Who knew that he was actually a woman!
Moreover, he is still a mortal!
Why didn't he suspect that she was a high-level monk, but she was young in appearance? Because he knew how to look at bone age, and he could tell at a glance that the woman in front of him was no more than twenty years old.
He couldn't see the cultivation level of a girl in her twenties. It couldn't be because her cultivation level was higher than his. The only possibility was that she was a mortal.
Even if he has some momentum, he is still just an ancient martial arts practitioner!
He, a dignified monk, came to visit a mortal, but this mortal didn't greet him at the door with an air of dignity. How could he not be angry?
Ou Pengfei didn't seem to notice the bad face of Zhuhua Taoist, so he introduced the two of them: "This is Zhuhua Zhenren." He then introduced Mengyu to Zhuhua Taoist: "This is the family master, whose surname is Nan."
Mengyu almost laughed out loud: "Zhenren? You dare to call yourself Zhenren before you get the elixir?"
But she still held it back, pinched the Ziwu Jue and performed a Taoist salute: "I didn't know that the real person was coming, and I missed you from afar. Please forgive me!"
Taoist Zhuhua just raised his hand, walked directly to the main seat in the middle hall, sat down, and said: "Sit down."
Qingshan and Leshui, who were behind Mengyu, saw dissatisfaction in their eyes when they saw the Taoist priest coming and sitting down.
Mengyu also frowned and looked at Ou Pengfei: What's going on?
Before Ou Pengfei could speak, Taoist Zhuhua spoke: "I want to accept Ou Pengfei as my disciple. You and he should terminate the previous master-disciple relationship."
Mengyu frowned even more tightly: Is this guy here to steal her apprentice?
Moreover, what’s going on with this natural tone?
Mengyu did not say yes or no, but looked at Taoist Zhuhua and asked: "Fellow Taoist, are the etiquette in your monastic world very different from the secular world?"
Taoist Zhuhua couldn't understand it for a moment and looked at Mengyu in confusion.
Mengyu pointed to where he was sitting: "In our secular world, this is the main seat." She pointed to the guest seat: "The guest seat is here."
This directly means that he has turned his back on guests.
Taoist Zhuhua looked at Mengyu, and Mengyu looked at him, and they refused to give in to each other.
Taoist Zhuhua snorted and glanced at Ou Pengfei. Thinking of his purpose, he stood up and sat down at the guest seat.
As soon as he sat down, he asked again: "Did you hear what I just said? Pengfei is a talented person. You and Pengfei should terminate the master-disciple relationship as soon as possible so that I can accept him as my disciple."
Mengyu shouted towards the inside again: "Tea." Then she turned around and said to Master Zhuhua: "My fellow Taoist has come from afar. I don't have anything good, so I can only invite Master Zhuhua to have a cup of tea."