Xu Ce appeared outside the Yi Zhuang in Jinque Town. Compared with the Yi Zhuang in Renjia Town, this Yi Zhuang was not only much larger, but even the walls looked much newer. The three-story building inside the wall looked
It looks like it was built not long ago.
In short, the Yizhuang in Jinque Town looks very new and not shabby at all.
"Uncle Yimei is doing well in Jinque Town."
Xu Ce held his chin in deep thought.
At this moment, a scolding voice suddenly came to my mind:
"Hey, who are you and why are you peeking at Yizhuang!"
Xu Ce looked up and saw a young man about the same age as him, standing at the door and shouting loudly.
Because Xu Ce had the blessing of the "original work", he recognized who the other party was at a glance. The person speaking was none other than Taoist priest A Hao, a disciple of Taoist priest Yimei.
Xu Ce was not angry either. Speaking of which, the other party was from the same sect as him. Although he was not under the same master, he could still be regarded as his junior brother.
Xu Ce cupped his hands and said with a smile:
"My Excellency, Xu Ce, has been ordered by my master to come here to pay homage to Senior Uncle Yimei. I hope this junior brother will inform me."
A Fang looked at Xu Ce carefully and saw that although Xu Ce was wearing plain clothes, the color of the plain clothes was just plain, and the material of the clothes was cut from real silk.
And he also rides a bicycle. Bicycles are rare and very expensive in this era.
This made A Fang scratch his head a little. He had never heard his master say that he had such a wealthy senior brother...
"Well, you wait first, I'll go tell the master."
Al Fang turned around and ran inside.
Soon, a Taoist priest wearing a goose-yellow robe walked out. He seemed to have a hint of immortality, especially the two eyebrows above his eyes, which gave people a sense of fortitude.
A sense of decency.
Needless to say, this person is a Taoist priest with one eyebrow!
After Xu Ce saw this, without waiting for Taoist Master Yimei to ask questions, he performed the disciple's ceremony and said:
"I am Xu Ce, a disciple of Uncle Jiu and I have met Master Uncle Yimei."
Lao Jiu’s disciple?
Taoist priest Yimei looked at Xu Ce carefully. He looked unfamiliar. He had seen Uncle Jiu's disciple Qiu Sheng, a literary talent.
Moreover, Xu Ce looks very rich, and his demeanor seems to be extraordinary. From the perspective of his face, he doesn't look like a deceiver. He should be a disciple of Lao Jiu, but he doesn't know how he behaves?
In just a short moment, Taoist priest Yimei had already made a simple evaluation of Xu Ce.
Although he had a rough guess in his mind, Taoist Master Yimei still asked:
"Are you really Lao Jiu's disciple?"
Xu Ce smiled, took out a letter from his arms, handed it out, and said:
"Uncle Yimei, this is the letter my master asked my nephew to give to you. Master said it, and you will understand everything after reading it.
Oh, my nephew only became a disciple of my master three months ago, so my uncle doesn’t know me."
Taoist Priest Yimei took the letter and said without opening it immediately:
"Come inside first, don't stand outside."
"Thank you, Uncle Master."
After entering the house, Xu Ce placed his bicycle under the eaves. If it rained, he didn't have to worry about the rain getting the car wet.
This bicycle is Qiu Sheng's treasure. If it gets rusty or something, he will probably never be able to borrow another bicycle again.
Taoist priest Yimei sat on the chair and slowly tore open the envelope. He was actually quite unhappy in his heart.
After advancing to the foundation building stage, he specially wrote a letter to Uncle Ninth just to show off in front of Uncle Ninth. Whether it was cultivation or training as a disciple, he was better than Uncle Ninth in every eyebrow. As a result, Uncle Ninth became
I sent a disciple here, but he still looked unfamiliar. It was so disrespectful!
Taoist Priest Yimei felt angrily and pulled out the envelope inside.
The paper inside gave Yimei Daochang a familiar feeling as soon as he picked it up. The thickness and feel of the paper made it look like a banknote.
When I pulled it out, I saw that it was indeed a banknote, and there were five more of them. Each banknote had a face value of one thousand taels.
Taoist Priest Yimei was stunned, what's going on?
Is this a gift given by Lao Jiu to express his congratulations on his promotion to the foundation building stage?
Something is wrong. Lao Jiu has been in Renjia Town for half his life, but he is notoriously poor. How could he have so much money? He was generous enough to give away five thousand taels of silver notes at a time. If he exchanged it for cash, that would be too much.
One thousand five hundred taels is huge!
The Taoist Priest glanced at Xu Ce from the corner of his eye, and he made a calculation in his mind. He estimated that the money probably came from Xu Ce, the nephew who delivered the letter.
At first glance, this Xu Ce looks like a child from a wealthy family.
Thinking of this, Taoist Priest Yimei sighed silently in his heart. They were once lifelong rivals in the same sect, but now, after only two or three years of not seeing each other, Lao Jiu already smells like copper.
As a cultivator, once the smell of copper becomes too strong and the heart of innocence is lost, the path of cultivation will basically come to an end.
In a daze, Taoist priest Yimei felt lonely as if he had lost his competitor.
Among their generation, the only one who could rival him in terms of talent in Taoism and cultivation was Uncle Jiu, besides his senior brother Shi Jian who stayed behind on Maoshan Mountain.
Taoist priest Yimei casually put the banknote away and then opened the letter.
And the expression of the Taoist priest also became extremely rich with the content of the letter.
The two disciples, Ah Fang and Ah Hao, who were standing nearby, looked at their master with an expression that sometimes twitched his mouth and sometimes frowned, and they were extremely puzzled and quite curious as to what was written in the letter.
After a while, Taoist priest Yimei took two deep breaths and forced himself to calm down, but he still gritted his teeth and said:
"Lao Jiu!!!"
Yimei Daochang only felt a burning and painful feeling on his cheek, as if he had been slapped in the face.
Fortunately, there were many things I said, but I just thought about them in my mind and didn't say them out loud. It's just that I know it's embarrassing.
However, this feeling is really unpleasant!
The content of the letter only contained a few simple points. First, it was to congratulate Taoist Master Yimei for his promotion. Unfortunately, Uncle Jiu also got promoted, and he did so earlier than Taoist Master Yimei.
Secondly, he took on a new apprentice, Xu Ce. He was very embarrassed. It had only been three months, and his cultivation had already reached the middle stage of foundation building.
Secondly, the apprentice is very filial. Not only is he strong, he is also good at making money. The five thousand taels of silver notes were all earned by Xu Ce himself as a filial piety to his master.
No matter which point it was, Uncle Jiu completely defeated Taoist Priest Yimei.
Taoist priest Yimei even suddenly felt a sense of defeat. This was not just a loss, but a miserable defeat!
The Taoist priest with one eyebrow looked at Xu Ce, who was only twenty-one years old, and asked in disbelief:
"Senior nephew Xu Ce, do you really have the mid-level cultivation of Foundation Establishment?"