Zhang Mingxin looked at the old man who was walking with unsteady steps, stayed for a while, knelt down, kowtowed, and shouted loudly: "Master! Apprentice, apprentice kowtow to you! ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, squinted at Zhang Mingxin, then at Mingyue, and then at Xuanqing: "When did I have this apprentice?" ”

Mingyue seemed to hate the old man very much, didn't look at the old man, walked outside, and left a sentence: "Today!" And he went out.

The others also laughed and bowed their heads and remained silent.

Xuanqing smiled, got up and walked to Zhang Mingxin's side, and said to the old man: "This son was entrusted by Master Mingjue of Praruo Temple when he passed away, and he wanted to worship my sect, and other sects are not suitable, only you and him, senior brother, have this master-apprentice relationship." ”

When the old man heard this, he hurriedly waved his hand, "Don't do it, don't do it, one more apprentice, one more person will steal my wine and drink, which of you likes to accept it, who will accept it." ”

"In the future, the mountain will buy back, and the wine given by other sects, the share of the senior brother, will be doubled, and the steaming wine materials will be increased by three percent." Xuanqing still smiled on his face and patted Zhang Mingxin's shoulder.

"Get up, apprentice, and come with me to carry the wine." The old man turned and walked out the door, faster and more steady than when he entered.

Zhang Mingxin looked up in a daze, Xuanqing pushed him, signaling him to catch up, Zhang Mingxin quickly stood up and ran after the old man.

When the door of the temple closed, they all burst out laughing, and the other three let out a sigh of relief.

And Xuanqing, looking at the door of the palace, was thoughtful and stood still for a long time......

Outside the Sanqing Palace, next to the sea of clouds, Mo Jingchen's face was angry and helpless, and after watching Zhang Mingxin greet him, he took the old man to pester the silverfish summoned by Zhou Xin, and swam towards the sea of clouds, until the two of them went up to the Thousand Pillars Platform, and their figures were hidden behind the smoke and clouds of the pillars.

"I can't even call the silverfish...... Mo Jingchen gritted his teeth with hatred, and turned his head, but saw Xuanqing standing behind him, and hurriedly bowed his head and saluted: "Master." ”

Xuanqing looked at his apprentice, without smiling or angry on his face, and said, "It's over, you go to the back mountain to retreat." ”

Mo Jingchen responded, and walked towards the back of the Sanqing Palace, behind the palace, a huge door.

"That's his chance, creation, in himself, even if you want to take him as a disciple, you two, you don't have that cause."

Xuanqing's words made Mo Jingchen stop, nodded, and continued to walk.

Qixuan Mountain Range, on a path next to a cliff, Zhang Mingxin helped his master to the residence of the Drunken Sect.

Then he went to the Fuzong treasury in the sect and took a few jars of wine, and the master poured all the wine into the gourd, threw the jar, and led Zhang Mingxin to the outside of the sect.

"Master, why don't you fly with a weapon and climb the mountain on foot?"

"Lao Tzu is old, his waist and legs are not good, he doesn't want to fly, people have feet, he doesn't walk, he flies in the sky all day long, and he has the way against heaven."

"Master, we are drunk sect, why are we in the mountains so far away from the sect?"

"The mountains and water are good, the people are few and the air is clear, and the farts are fragrant."

"Master, in our Drunken Sect, there are many people who have cultivated to become immortals, right?"

"Lao Tzu has a pot of wine every day, and he is a god every day."

"Master, how long will it take for me to cultivate to become an immortal?"

The old man stopped on the cliff mountain road, looked at Zhang Mingxin, who was supporting him, his head was full of sweat, and stretched out the gourd: "Come, take a sip, and immediately become an immortal." ”

Zhang Mingxin took the gourd, poured it into a big gulp, put down the gourd, and squirted out the contents of his mouth with a "poof", "It's so spicy, it's so bitter." ”

The old man yelled, snatched the gourd, and angrily scolded Zhang Mingxin for wasting his heart.

The two left again, and Zhang Mingxin asked again:

"Master, how do we practice the exercises of the Drunken Sect, are they the same as those of other sects?" "Shut up."

"Master, I look at Brother Mo like my brother and uncle, but he is more than 100 years old, is it true?"

"Shut up, I don't know him."

"Master, you think you're seven or eight hundred years old, and you're an old immortal, right?"

"Shut up, Lao Tzu is eighteen this year!"

……

After more than an hour, I walked through many mountains and gorges, dangerous peaks and deep streams, and finally came to a gentle valley place. Although it is a shallow autumn, the snow here is flying, it seems to be a cold winter, Zhang Mingxin is dressed in animal skin, and his body is trembling, and the mountains in the distance are also a white scene, which seems to be a place of perennial snow.

On the slope of the valley, there was not much snow, and there stood a ruined house made of stones, beside which were piles of lumber and timber like hills, and stacks of hay that seemed to be made of hay.

In front of the stone house, there was a flat boulder, scattered with a few pieces of wood, and a rusty iron sword. There were also a few iron swords, leaning against the foot of the stone house wall.

"When I arrived, there was the Drunken Sect in front." The old man unscrewed the gourd stopper, wiped his beard, stopped Zhang Mingxin's questioning, and walked towards the stone house.

Zhang Mingxin looked at the stone house, stunned, thinking of the Sanqing Palace, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and when he saw the master walking away, he hurriedly followed.

On the road, Zhang Mingxin went around a lot, this stone house, only an empty doorway, there was no fence around, on the stone wall, gray smoke and white smoke were sprayed from time to time, but the roof was a whole log, but it was not even covered with grass and the like, and it couldn't block the wind at all, let alone rain and snow.

"This drunken sect, how can you see that it is not as good as my grandfather's house in Huming Village, chopping wood." In Zhang Ming's heart, he was more frustrated.

If it weren't for the left side of the stone house, there was a big lake outside the valley, and there was a hill floating in the air on the lake, and several black lines connected to the lake.

"Master, you're back." A young man's shout pulled Zhang Mingxin's mind back from Huming Village, and in the hole in the stone house, a seven or eight-year-old boy walked out, with red lips and white teeth, a smile on his handsome face, and a pair of starry eyes saw Zhang Mingxin, "Master, this younger brother is ......"

The old man replied sullenly: "Your junior brother." ”

The old man walked past the boy and into the stone house. The young man stared at Zhang Mingxin, the smile on his face was cold, and it took a long time before he finally uttered a sentence: "Senior brother? ”

Zhang Mingxin thought stupidly for a long time, and finally remembered the two words "teacher" that Zhou Xin called out to Mo Jingchen...... Hello brother. ”

The young man still looked at Zhang Mingxin fixedly, for a long time, for a long time.

"Criminals! What you cook, the same as pig urine! ”

With the master's angry scream, the young man finally came back to his senses, walked over with a smile, and hugged Zhang Mingxin: "Call the sixth senior brother, come, let's go into the house." ”

The young man smiled at the stone house again: "Master, it is wine, and a lot of curiosities have been added, and the taste is excellent." ”

Zhang Mingxin was carried by the young man into the stone house, the stone house was much bigger than the wooden house in his Huming Village, but there was a huge strange furnace in the house, and a hundred and ten curved pipes stretched out from the furnace, winding and winding, it was actually all over the house, except for a few large vats, some bottles and cans, not even a bed and chair.

The huge strange furnace, made of gold and iron, gurgled and didn't know what was cooking. There are eight fire mouths under the furnace, and the furnace body is divided into many parts, and the fire is not ordinary yellow and red, but it is pure white, and it is scorching under a spray.

I don't know how many potholes above the furnace, the curved pipe is stretched out from some potholes, the pits, the curved pipe, from time to time spewing steam, water mist, a strange medicine and spicy smell in the house, smell the spirit of refreshing, smell for a long time, but faint and whirring, seems to be intoxicating.

There is also a stove in Huming Village, but Zhang Mingxin has never seen this furnace in front of him, but he only thinks that there are always a lot of strange things in these fairy homes, and he is happy in his heart, and he sees the stove again, the black and black words, the grandfather in the village has taught him, and he knows: "gossip".

"Don't come in with firewood yet! I've ruined you as a scoundrel with this 'cat fairy'! While fiddling with the fire in the furnace, the master turned his head and shouted angrily at the young man, his beard shaking, as if it was boiling in the furnace, which was more important than life.

The young man responded and walked out, Zhang Mingxin was already at the door, running faster, running out like the wind, but he also went with firewood.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then stopped where he was.

Soon, Zhang Mingxin came in with a large stack of split firewood, approached the stove, and was about to pour it.

A hand grabbed from the collar behind Zhang Mingxin's back and pulled it back, Zhang Mingxin's body, turned, the firewood in his hand was scattered, and the person turned, his body almost fell, but fortunately, the young man was quick and helped Zhang Mingxin.

"Let the firewood you hold, what are you doing with a handful of wood, do you want to destroy this furnace of wine, learn from your senior brother!" The master scolded and danced all over, "Quick, if you don't continue the fire, it will be ruined." ”

The young sixth senior brother took Zhang Mingxin by the hand, walked out of the stone house, pointed to the haystacks and said to Zhang Mingxin: "Usually the master is very anxious, it's that kind of firewood,"

The young man led Zhang Mingxin to run to the haystack, and said as he ran: "If you are not in a hurry to talk about firewood, it is the firewood you just held." ”

The two of them each picked up a handful of 'firewood' from the haystack and walked towards the stone house, Zhang Mingxin only knew at this time, what kind of grass was this, it was actually a trace of wood as thin as a hair, the wood silk was very light to pick up, Zhang Mingxin was puzzled, such a small wood silk, as soon as the fire arrived, it turned into ashes, what did it cook?

It's just that the wood silk was put into the furnace, Zhang Mingxin's eyes lit up, and that trace of wood silk was much more resistant to burning than wood as thick as an arm.

The firewood of the gods is always different from that of mortals. Zhang Ming thought to himself.

After adding wood to the eight fire openings under the stove, the master sat on the ground, staring at the stove, and from time to time drank the wine in the gourd, and the wine in the gourd seemed to be inexhaustible.

At this time, Zhang Mingxin felt extremely hot, sweat on his body, and quickly took off his animal skin clothes, but there was nowhere to put them, so he could only carry them in his hands.

At the same time, Zhang Mingxin made a few "grunts" on his body, and the sixth senior brother turned his head to look at it with a smile on his face.

"Master, Sixth Senior Brother, I'm ...... Hungry......" Zhang Mingxin lowered his head and whispered, "I want to ...... Eat rice. ”

In the morning, Zhang Mingxin did not eat any porridge and rice, and walked for more than an hour, and it was common sense to be hungry.

The master snorted, stretched out his hand and took a pot from nowhere, handed it to Zhang Mingxin, and said sullenly: "Drink the pig urine cooked by your senior brother." ”

Zhang Mingxin approached and took it, opened it and smelled it, the sweet and sour taste, and looked at the sixth senior brother again.

Carrying firewood into the house, the sixth senior brother seemed to be thinking in his heart, standing dumbfounded, and at this time, seeing Zhang Mingxin looking at him, he smiled at him and said, "Drink, it's okay." ”

Zhang Mingxin took a few sips of the slurry in the jar and licked his mouth: "This soup is delicious, but I'm still hungry and want to eat." ”

The sixth senior brother looked at Zhang Mingxin strangely and said, "There are no grains here, they are all drinking wine to satisfy your stomach, and when your body is hot, you won't be hungry." ”

"Oh." Zhang Mingxin scratched his head, drank a few more sips of the water slurry in the can, and asked, "I can go to the nearby mountains to catch wild beasts and roast them, or climb trees and pick wild fruits." ”

The sixth senior brother's face was even more strange: "Here is a hundred miles, there are no small beasts in the forest, and the wood does not grow fruits." ”

"Huh? So what do we eat? And the lake by the valley can catch fish. Zhang Mingxin was so shocked that he drank a few more sips of the water slurry in the can.

The sixth senior brother pointed to the object in Zhang Mingxin's hand: "There are no fish in the lake, and there are no birds in the sky. We, only drink this. ”

"It's coming, block!" Suddenly, the master, who had been silent for a long time, shouted, and the sixth senior brother responded, and grabbed something from the vat in the corner of the room, and his figure flashed a few times, and slapped it on the mouth of the curved pipe, and the mouth of the pipe popped to the ground, puffing up a big bubble, and then it disappeared, and the thing that slapped on it turned into a piece of light dust and fell.

At this time, the potholes on the furnace, the mouth of the curved pipe, from time to time spewed out white gas, white mist, white fire, a scorching heat, the sixth senior brother moved again and again, constantly grabbed black things from the tank, blocking the potholes and nozzles.

Seeing that the senior brother was busy, Zhang Mingxin put down the jar in his hand, and also learned from the senior brother, grabbed something from the nearby tank, and put it into a curved pipe, but unexpectedly, a puff of white gas spewed out from the mouth of the pipe, which burned Zhang Ming's heart and screamed, but fortunately, the senior brother saw it and ran to pull it away.

"You still can't, watch first, I'll teach you slowly, avoid white fire, disperse white fog, and block white gas." The sixth senior brother picked up the jar on the ground, wiped a handful of water slurry on his hand, and wiped it on the burned place in Zhang Ming's heart, Zhang Ming's heart instantly felt no longer burning, "If it is burned, quickly wipe the wine on the sore spot, it will be fine for a while." ”

Zhang Mingxin nodded and held the jar and watched the sixth senior brother continue to be busy, he saw that the senior brother always used the white mist and white gas from the pit and the curved pipe before the mouth was sprayed out, and then he used the things in the jar to half-seal and fully seal the exit, which seemed to have a sense of the source of the white fog and white gas.

"Master, tomorrow morning, I will lead my junior brother into the mountain to cut wood?" The sixth senior brother was like a wind, so he asked while he was busy.

"Hmm." At this time, the master was leaning against the wall, opening his chest and shirt, and pouring the contents of the pot one by one.

"I'll teach him how to chop wood in the afternoon?" The sixth senior brother blocked a pothole and asked again.

"Hmm."

"Then, the Seven Profound Mind Method, I also taught him?" The sixth senior brother blocked several places and stood in one place, as if he was thinking.

"Hmm." The master shook the gourd in his hand, snorted coldly, and pinched his fingers, "Ask so much, why don't you teach, will I come?" I taught you the senior brother, the second senior brother, and the third senior brother, and you taught each other the rest of the rest, or just a hundred words, just read it to him. ”

"Oh." The sixth senior brother looked around for a while, saw that the stove was settled, approached Zhang Mingxin, and pulled Zhang Mingxin to sit down, "I will teach you Xuangong skills at night, and then go up the mountain to chop firewood tomorrow." ”

Zhang Mingxin was confused, he heard the word Xuangong, and nodded violently, Xuangong is a symbol of cultivating immortals, this drunken sect is simple, and it is still the same to cultivate. The sweet and sour water slurry in the jar is also magical, drink a few more sips, you will no longer be hungry, and your body is also extremely warm.

"Sixth Senior Brother, where are we practicing, look at it, it's just a house." Zhang Mingxin looked around, there was no bed, and when he looked at Mo Jingchen and them before, they were all talking about meditation and cultivation.

The sixth senior brother smiled bitterly and pointed to the open space outside the doorway.

"Sixth Senior Brother, then where do we sleep at night? It's not a bed either......"

The sixth senior brother's finger kept pointing at the clearing.

Zhang Mingxin poured a large mouthful of sweet and sour water slurry from the jar into his mouth, and his face was extremely red: "Senior brother, master, I, I will go into the mountains tomorrow to cut wood, and build a wooden house for you, ......"

The sixth senior brother was taken aback, and said to Zhang Mingxin: "Senior brother, you have drunk too much, this is really wine!" Junior ......"