Mr. Xiong patted his belly: "I tell you, Mr. Fu, you won't get much from just walking around Laoshan. Even if you think there may be something wrong with Xuan Tong, how dare you directly attack Laoshan?"
Fu Yang rolled his eyes.
"What nonsense are you talking about! Do you think I am already a heavenly master?"
"Hehe. Even if you are a Heavenly Master, being arrogant in the Laoshan Sect is a dead end! The three giants of Taoism are not just talk. What should we do now? The Laoshan Sect said that Brother Cactus has gone down the mountain on a mission and cannot be contacted."
Fu Yang sighed: "Let's go to the Qingdao Zero Team first. Now my eyesight is all black, there is no breakthrough point in this matter... It's really a headache."
One person and one cat are a little helpless.
Laoshan and Qingdao now seem to be peaceful. Except for Wu Jian's letter asking for help, there are no disturbances.
Walking down the long stone stairs, you can still see Laoshan disciples coming in and out in twos and threes. They all wear black and white Taoist robes and feathers, black cloth shoes, their long hair is tied into a Taoist bun, and they use a
The hairpin is fixed. He carries a magic sword on his back, which makes him look like an immortal, but also adds a bit of heroic aura.
They were talking loudly to each other, and their expressions showed the arrogance of being disciples of a giant sect.
The Taoist temples are very spectacular among the rugged and majestic giant rock mountains. You can also vaguely see the sea in the distance, and the sea breeze with a moist and salty smell is blowing...
A young man's voice sounded.
"Senior Fu Yang, have you come down the mountain too? Have you seen your friends?"
Fu Yang and Master Xiong turned around and saw the young Taoist priest Ming Xuan walking down the mountain with a cloth bag in his hand.
Fu Yang replied: "I didn't see him. He went down the mountain to perform a mission. What are you going to do, little guy? It's not good to go out to the scenic spots instead of staying in the sect to practice."
He was smiling, and it felt like a senior was helping and enlightening the younger ones.
Mr. Xiong has always hated Fu Yang's pretentious behavior - because he felt that he was pretending, so he kept drawing circles in Fu Yang's arms and cursing him!
"that……"
Ming Xuan seemed a little hesitant at the time, but finally said: "The gatekeeper was injured by you, Senior Fu Yang. Our Laoshan sect is not as good as the monks of the Fulu lineage in healing wounds. So I specially brought some refined herbs.
I’ll give you the elixir to visit him.”
Uh...that's it.
Fu Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he had been pretentious and anxious to go up the mountain to find a sword. After injuring Taoist Ku Rong who was guarding the mountain gate, he also forgot to treat him.
The Alchemy lineage pays more attention to relentless and ferocious attacks, so they are not good at using spells to heal injuries. But for the Fulu lineage, this is almost a piece of cake - especially for a person with advanced cultivation like Fu Yang.
"I'll go with you."
Mingxuan hesitated: "But..."
Fu Yang laughed: "Do you think I am a particularly vengeful person? What's more, Taoist Ku Rong is not a bad person to begin with, but he just relies on his old age and wants to educate his younger generation. He probably didn't expect that I have already walked ahead of him on the road of cultivation.
It's too far ahead. After being taught a lesson by me, I won't be angry anymore. Let's go together."
With that said, Fu Yang followed Ming Xuan down the mountain to the small house where Taoist Kurong lived outside the mountain gate.
The old Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, meditating, circulating the magic power in his body, and healing himself.
It's a pity that the alchemy lineage is really not good at self-healing - they are more accustomed to taking elixirs. It happened that Master Kurong's healing elixirs had just been used up, and the sect's distribution date had not yet arrived. He was also stubborn and could not
I am willing to ask for help, so I am holding on here.
"Sigh... That master of the Maoshan sect has really powerful magic power. I was also blind, and I actually thought of him as a junior. I even tried to educate him. In the end, I was asking for trouble."
Taoist Kurong shook his head and smiled bitterly, while talking to himself.
At this time, a strong voice came from outside the door.
"Fellow Taoist Ku Rong, you don't have to feel sorry for yourself. Although Ping Tao hurt you, he didn't do it intentionally. He just wanted to tell you a truth about being kind to others. Even if you are really a junior with low magic power, Taoist friends can't always be vicious.
Bad words, right? Haha."
With a creak, the wooden door opened.
Fu Yang walked in with a smile on his face.
Taoist Kurong was stunned and frowned: "What else is this fellow Taoist from Maoshan doing here? Is he planning to watch the old Taoist's jokes?"
Before Fu Yang could speak, Ming Xuan poked his head out from behind his shoulder: "Grandpa Gatekeeper, you misunderstood. Senior Fu Yang is here specifically to help you heal your injuries. The cultivators in their Fulu lineage are very good at using Taoism to heal injuries.
.”
"real?"
"Then there's still a lie!"
Fu Yang laughed, Maoshan's spiritual power circulated in his body, chanted a spell in his mouth, took out a piece of talisman paper and burned it. Then he shot out a stream of clear light, wrapped Taoist Kurong in it, and began to heal...
After about a stick of incense, he recovered.
At this time, Taoist Kurong was truly convinced!
He bowed long and saluted to Fu Yang: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for helping me heal my wounds regardless of past grievances. I am really ashamed of myself."
Fu Yang quickly supported him: "Fellow Daoist Kun Rong, please don't say anything more. Although you are wrong in this matter, I have not suffered in the end. How about exposing it and forming a good relationship?"
good!
Taoist Kurong nodded and said in a concise tone: "A young and promising person like Taoist friend, with advanced cultivation, and gentle and generous personality. In time, he will surely stand at the pinnacle of the entire supernatural world and be worshiped by thousands of people! The old Taoist is looking forward to that.
It’s time…”
"Fellow Taoist is so complimentary."
Fu Yang smiled happily.
As the saying goes, no one can wear anything but flattery. No one in this world doesn't like to hear compliments from others. If so, then this person's head must have been caught in the door...
Fu Yang and Taoist Kurong ignored their past grudges and made wine and tea, chatting happily. The young Taoist priest Ming Xuan was busy helping them.
Only Mr. Xiong, the damn fat cat, was sitting on a couch, folding his arms and chewing on a small dried fish that he got out of nowhere: "Tsk~ Mr. Fu just likes to play this kind of game of beating a stick with a stick.
He's trying to win people's hearts with a sweet date trick, but he's more scheming than Huang Xiaozi. If it weren't for the fact that I and I are a trio of shemales, I would fight every one of these guys when I see them."
This damn fat cat is still a monster after all. It is difficult to understand that a person like Fu Yang, who grew up in a scholarly family and received a relatively gentle and well-educated personality, has a relatively less violent and ruthless personality.
Of course, the premise is that this Taoist Ku Rong is not a bad person, and he did not suffer a loss but even pretended to be awesome!
Otherwise, Fu Yang would definitely kill him without mercy or destroy the opponent's cultivation. Where would he be able to help heal his injuries?
His personality is not particularly ruthless, but that does not mean he is a fool... On the contrary, Fu Yang understands better than anyone else! (First update)