In Fubo City, Nanyuan Continent, in the main hall of the city, Tu Kun was discussing matters with Wei Ran and several other local monks. There was a flash of sword light and it fell to Tu Kun without moving. He casually reached out to take it and check it out.
"Mo Ye calls, come back with the donkey quickly!"
A few simple words, like a fierce spring thunder, made Tu Kun tremble all over.
"Whoa!" Pushing the case forward, Tu Kun was so excited that he roared: "Donkey, donkey, donkey, donkey, follow me back to the sect." The sound rumbled throughout the city that was more than thirty miles away. , and Tu Kun had already flown into the sky, he could not wait for a moment longer, and cursed: "Donkey day, hurry up, don't waste time."
If the viewer hadn't specifically told him to take the donkey back with him, he would have run away on his own.
That silver donkey king spends his days in a wine vat drunkenly and not caring about other people's business. He is still fooling around somewhere and hasn't woken up today?
Wei Ran and others who followed them out of the hall were astonished. They didn’t know what happened to the Fairy Spirit Temple. The Protector Tu, who had always been decisive, calm and cold-hearted in killing, had such an expression. Wei Ran hurriedly shouted: "Guard Protector Tu, let’s do this this time. It was negotiated..."
"God is kind to you. From now on, you can take care of matters in Nanyuan Continent. I won't ask."
Tu Kun had already flown ten miles outside the city, flying rapidly towards the north.
In a comfortable and elegant courtyard in the city, there are blooming flowers, and the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard endlessly. On the balcony, Lu Zijin and a few friends exchange cups, stand on chairs and open their chests, bragging about their abilities and achievements, heartily.
There are witches pouring wine and laughing, there are witches feeding people, there are witches squeezing the back with softness, and they are all enjoying themselves.
Suddenly, he heard the roar of an old-fashioned broken gong voice coming from outside. Lu Zijin pushed away several beautiful and disheveled enchantress girls in disappointment, and stood up with a curse: "Donkey day, you have to call me Donkey Master when you go back to the sect. How old are you?" thing."
Then he heard Tu Kun's impatient yelling and urging, he wiped his mouth randomly and said: "I'll go and have a look, send that noisy and ignorant old man away, and then come back and have a good time with all my brothers, excuse me." Sorry."
"Master Donkey, go and come back quickly."
"Let's take a rest and wait for Mr. Donkey to come back."
Lu Zijin soared into the sky, turned into a thunderbolt, and instantly chased the old man northward. He was almost two hundred miles away before he caught up with Tu Kun, whose speed had not reached its maximum speed.
"I'm saying it's old-fashioned. If you have something urgent to go back to the sect, you can't tell me in advance? You want me to lose face in front of my friends on purpose, right? You are not a brother like you. Every time I ask you to drink and enjoy yourself, you don't go, but No wonder I..." Lu Zijin kept complaining, but he was also a monster, old-fashioned and stubborn as an old-fashioned.
"It's the temple master who wants you to return to the sect."
Tu Kun's simple words made Lu Zijin shut up in shock.
"No, you are old-fashioned and you are accusing me behind my back? This is not what my brother did. What happened to me relaxing and enjoying myself without affecting my pursuit of truth? I use wine and sex to sharpen my state of mind. I can immerse myself in it and pull it out at any time. That's right. It's an amazing way of practice recorded in the classics, but you... it's so uninteresting."
Lu Zijin asked a little irritably.
However, he had a guilty conscience and was not very confident. He did not expect to return to the sect so early.
Tu Kun flicked his fly whisk and sneered: "When you were happy, you had long forgotten your bullshit pursuit of truth. Don't put gold on your donkey's face. What kind of virtue do you have that you need me to complain to? Ask yourself. , have you made any progress in the past twelve years? The viewer’s eyes are so bright, you just wait to go back and shut yourself up in the dark underground room and face the wall for a hundred years, don’t expect me to say a good word to you.”
This black guy is very strong, rough-skinned, and has no fear of anything. He only has to obey the guidance of Guan Qi.
He wouldn't fool around with those monsters along with the donkey.
He despises the price drop. He is a big monster who has been with Boss Xuanmu. He has pursuits and goals and does not bother to associate with him.
"Master Tu, why don't I stay in Nanyuan Continent for another year and not go back for the time being? No, at most half a year, I will have a good time to practice and improve my cultivation level. Please help me smooth things over. I will never forget it. There will be
Great reward."
Lu Zijin's body felt as if he had been soaked by two ladles of ice water. All thoughts disappeared and he quickly bowed to Tu Kun who was gloating about his misfortune.
Bow.
All he asked was that the old-fashioned guy would not fan the flames and the talkative host would get angry, which would be very scary.
Seeing that the fire was almost over, Tu Kun stopped the donkey that was about to run away and said: "You follow me back first, and I will speak for you in front of the temple master."
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Tu, you are very interesting."
Lu Zijin grinned and handed over his hands. As long as he didn't add insult to injury, he and the temple owner made some guarantees that this level could be passed safely. After returning, he would clear up his playfulness and practice hard.
The flowers and clouds are passing by, but my Taoism is firm.
When I heard Zijin tidying up his clothes and hair, the smell of alcohol dissipated from his body, his thoughts started to stir, and the disturbances subsided. He suddenly felt that his state of mind slowly improved, like a breeze blowing on his face, and the dust went away. He felt indescribably refreshed.
Tu Kun glanced at the donkey who was immersed in the changes in his mood and kept walking, and sighed in his heart. He was not as good as Lu Zi in terms of mental talent. This black guy can be cut off immediately without any delay, but not everyone can do it easily.
Do it.
All he had left was envy.
It just so happens that this donkey likes to have fun and play.
The two demons were silent. They arrived at the southwest end of the Eastern Continent at dawn. The rising sun shone like fire on the two demons. The light waves jumped and the mist steamed and twisted. It returned to a flowing state for a moment.
"My worries are gone, my mind is clear, and I feel so comfortable!"
Luzi went to the roadside and practiced for a night. He stretched himself and a donkey brayed, which frightened the early birds in the forest below and jumped up in panic.
He no longer worried about the punishment of the Temple Master, and had a breakthrough in his state of mind. Facts speak louder than words. He was not lazy in Nanyuan Continent. The old man could not slander him. He asked carelessly: "Old man, the Temple Master asked us to return to the sect. What on earth is going on?
What's the matter?" Tu Kun had long been accustomed to the donkey's character for playing thief across rivers and demolishing bridges, so he whispered: "Ancestor Hairpin Hua returned to the sect and summoned us to meet." Originally, he had to fight the donkey in advance.
Say hello to prevent this guy from talking nonsense.
"Wow, Mo Ye...well, Mr. Mo is back, haha. No wonder the master of the temple urges us to go back to the sect. We haven't seen you for a long time. Let's go. You old man, take your time. I'll take the first step."
Lu Zijin subconsciously imitated that the guanzhu was also called "Mo Ye", but Tu Kun glared at him and quickly changed his mind. He hurried to the northeast excitedly, turned into a silver lightning, instantly shook off Lao Tu, and went to the sect alone.
.
The sword pill in his stomach was still taken after Mo Ye's instruction, and he thought he was very familiar with it.
"Donkey day, wait, why am I running so fast?"
Tu Kun was so angry that he swore. His speed was inferior to that of a donkey. The two shadows fled away like a stream of water. When the masters of the witch clan were surprised, they flew into the air to catch up. They found that they were familiar demons. They landed again and sent a message to the witch cultivator in front.
Master lets go.
The flight back to the sect was smooth and smooth.
Lu Zijin and Lao Tu walked together towards the top of the hill where Xingyue Palace was located. They had already seen several familiar figures.
"Tu Kun pays homage to the ancestor of Hairpin Flower, and wishes him peace of mind!"
Tu Kun bowed from the air to the ground. He was so excited that he knocked his head down. "Bang", the green brick cracked, which showed his sincerity.
Lu Zijin bowed his hands and said, "Greetings to Mr. Mo, um... long time no see." For a moment, he suddenly couldn't find anything to say, and a nonsense sentence came out that made him scratch his head.
Mo Ye glanced at the two demons and raised his hand, with a smile on his face: "Get up and talk."
Guanzhu Zhang is a Taoist monk with great luck, and she can gather all kinds of talents and masters around her. She decided to ascend to the upper world at the Fairy Spirit Temple, which can be regarded as a blessing.