Long Haotian smiled bitterly and shook his head. It seems that at the moment, the difference in strength between himself and Luo Jiutian is really not a little bit. At the same time, judging from the current situation, he may really be a little worried? If Luo Jiutian really reconciled Rong Yuan all the way, then he could have taken his own life, why bother making so many troubles?

However, Long Haotian knew that the relationship here was by no means easy for him to figure out. He touched the wine jug on his waist, carefully put it into the Buddha beads, and said secretly: "The water is indeed very deep, I'm afraid that even if you have to go, in addition to being strong enough, you really have to find a powerful helper!"

After thinking about it, he didn't delay any longer, and hurried towards the Scripture Pavilion.

There were still hundreds of meters away from the gate of the Scripture Pavilion, and Long Haotian had already heard bursts of snoring. Moreover, Shao Lao habitually covered the door with his hat like a copper cymbal, making the snoring sound quite metallic resonant, and at the same time very rhythmic.

Long Haotian wiped the black line on his head. At the same time, he first took out a pot of unopened purple Xuanlei wine and put it in his arms, and then walked respectfully towards Shao Lao.

At this moment, there were many disciples around him who were in a hurry, and when they saw Long Haotian, they all cast awe-inspiring glances at him. Now, whether it is Long Haotian's popularity or status, he is far superior to ordinary people in Ziyun County. Even if someone in the crowd was extremely jealous of him, he knew that his strength was not good, so he didn't dare to go up and draw it casually.

And when everyone saw Long Haotian walking towards Shao Lao, their faces showed expressions of interest.

Many of them remembered that day, Shao Lao was shocked by Mo Wuxian. And they all knew that the reason why Shao Lao did that was actually secretly helping Long Haotian, and the reason why he helped Long Haotian was said to be because Long Haotian was very generous in inviting him to drink.

But as for why Long Haotian invited Shao Lao to drink, no one knows whether the two knew each other before, and this has become an occasional topic in the market now.

Seeing that Long Haotian and Shao Lao were less than ten steps apart, they suddenly saw the huge copper cymbal hat "whoosh" up, and then swirled towards Long Haotian's neck. The edge that seemed to be blunt was now a circle of sharp blades.

Long Haotian smiled slightly, looking calm and calm. I saw that he quickly took out the pot of Purple Xuanlei Wine from his arms, and then corked the bottle towards the sharp blade.

"Smack!"

After a crisp sound, the cork of the flask disappeared in an instant, and the spout of the flask was not damaged by a single point, and not even the wine in the jug was spilled.

I saw that the hat spun sharply in the air for a while, and then it returned to Shao Lao's hand as if it was flying, and the old man had already sat up at this time. Long Haotian stepped forward with a smile and sent the wine jug with a strong aroma of wine to Shao Lao. The old man's originally squinted eyes burst into light in an instant, as if the beast had suddenly seen a delicious lamb.

The back and forth between the two happened in a moment of lightning, and everyone was dumbfounded.

If he had been in Long Haotian's position just now, I am afraid that his head would have been shaved off by the hat; and even if Shao Lao had no intention of killing Long Haotian, would he be able to remain as calm as Long Haotian in the face of his temptation? It was impossible at all! Even if he was acting, he would not have been able to do it perfectly without thousands of rehearsals.

"Hey, boy, you have too much smell on your body, stay away from me, don't disturb the old man's wine!" Shao Lao held the wine jug and shouted at a disciple who was watching not far away.

Everyone looked intently and saw that it was a young man who had just become a beginner disciple for a year. At this moment, his lilac disciple's robe became dark at the crotch of his pants, and his socks were also damp.

Quite a few people had a mocking smile on their faces, after all, they weren't wet. But when Shao Lao swept his gaze to them, these people all trembled, chrysanthemums tightened, and then gritted their teeth and lowered their heads, and went straight to the toilet in a gray manner.

"The young man is really useless now!" Shao Lao took a big sip of wine, suddenly realized something, and hurriedly rushed to Long Haotiandao, "Of course, except for you!"

"Old Shao, don't hurt me!" Long Haotian felt a little speechless, "I'm going to retreat again today, can you trouble Old Shao before I go?"

Shao Lao glanced at him, but soon his eyes became gentle again: "Say, what's the matter?"

"The last time I was in retreat, I was slammed on the door for no reason. So this time, I want to ask Shao Lao to guard the door for me. ”

"Yo he, good boy, you'll open a dyeing shop for you with some color! You brought a pot of wine, and you want me to guard the door for you?"

"Then according to what you mean by Shao Lao?"

"Hey, young man's memory, why is it not as good as my old man!" Shao Lao looked like he was blowing his beard and staring, and his voice was also extremely loud, which shocked some of the new disciples and did not dare to look sideways.

"Didn't I say it the last time you left! Three pots, I want three ...... Jug...... Good boy!"

Before Shao Lao's words were finished, Long Haotian had already pasted the other two pots of wine, and the slightly cold wine bottles were attached to the old man's ruddy cheeks, which suddenly made Shao Laomei smile, and immediately changed back to the posture of an old naughty boy.

"Okay, good, it's easy to talk about anything if you have wine! But, old man, my job is to guard the door of the Scripture Pavilion, and I want to go to your secret room to guard the door for you, I'm afraid that someone will poke you in the back...... Well, take this!"

As he spoke, Shao Lao handed the copper cymbal hat to Long Haotian very refreshingly.

At first, Long Hao naively didn't think there was anything special about this hat. And with Shao Lao's character, even if he really used a cymbal on his head as a hat, Long Haotian would not find anything strange.

But just now, Shao Lao suddenly shot at himself, although he was very calm about this blow Long Haotian, but he really didn't expect that it would be this hat that attacked him. And this hat turned out to be a weapon.

Now, with the hat in his hand, Long Haotian found that it was not too heavy, after all, if it was too heavy on the head, wouldn't it make people top-heavy? But even if the weight was not dominant, Long Haotian could still clearly feel that the grade of this weapon was even very high. It's just that there seems to be some kind of seal on the outside, so for a while, I can't see the specific grade and the internal soldier pattern.

"This Shao Lao is really hidden!" Long Haotian said secretly.

"Go back and put this hat at the door before you enter the cultivation room, I don't think anyone will dare to disturb you anymore!"

"But in that case, Old Shao, you doze off......"

Long Haotian originally wanted to say, "Why do you doze off to cover your head?" but Shao Lao glared at him and shouted: "I am the keeper of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and my duty lies, when have you ever dozed off!"

Long Haotian was "poofed", knowing that Shao Lao was playing with him, so he didn't say much. Just watch him put the hat on his head, and bow his head to the apse.

And this time, Long Haotian chose to go straight to the fourth layer, "Hundred Cracks" obviously could not satisfy him, he hoped that this time, he could refer to the true essence of "Thousand Cracks".

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