"Master, compared with here, our Taoist temple is really eight thousand miles away plus horses." The bag behind Zongyang Dynasty ridiculed a sentence, this sentence was created by the dice Lao Dao before his death.

Before, he followed a bullish senior brother around Qingqiu for half an hour, and he received the uniform of the registered disciple and entered the roster, although Qingqiu has declined, but the door rules are still strict and cumbersome. This will come to a secluded and remote place, the ground is paved with huge bluestone, engraved with runes, but it has long been weathered, covered with a thick layer of moss, a few old trees are towering, the branches have already invaded the sky above the courtyard, covering the sky and the sun, and in front of it is a magnificent hall, but the incense is lost, decayed and lonely.

"Your house is over there, go by yourself, I'll go." Senior brother didn't look at Zong Yang squarely, and he didn't care if Zong Yang heard it clearly or not, and whether he saw the direction he was pointing in or not, he turned his head and left.

Fortunately, in addition to a large hall in this place, there is only a small courtyard and a low house on the side, Zong Yang glanced at the main hall and walked straight to the low house.

In the middle of the yard there was a large wooden pier with a tree trunk on it, and the axes were discarded at will, and beside a pile of chopped firewood, a few chickens walked leisurely, not afraid of the living at all, as if they were the owners of the place. On the far edge is a large vegetable patch, full of greenery, and a few cucumbers growing on the fence.

There were five low houses in front of me, in a half-circle, two on one side were the kitchen and the dining room, and on the other side there were apparently three rooms, two with locked doors and one with a false cover, apparently inhabited here, and I don't know when they went out, and there was still smoke coming from the top of the kitchen.

"Master, it's here." Zong Yang untied his bag, and was about to scoop a bowl of water to drink, but he didn't want to say a word behind his back.

"Hey, hey! When I heard the news, I immediately went to pick you up, but I didn't know that you came by yourself! ”

Zong Yang turned around, but saw a middle-aged stocky man with a yellow mushroom head and a registered disciple's uniform, with an unpretentious face flushed in white, a simple and harmless smile, revealing two teeth.

"I know, your name is Zong Yang, my name is Lu Guannan, and I will be your master in the future." When the stocky man said the last sentence, he was a little embarrassed not to overdo it, and secretly rejoiced.

“……”

Zong Yang didn't know what to say for a while, as a land immortal, Mu Tian wanted to accept him and was directly refused, but in front of him, this seemingly extremely ordinary Taoist priest wanted to accept him as a disciple, but he had no reason to refuse for a while, because this matter was logical, and he hadn't had time to find a chance to talk about the relationship between himself and Qingqiu behind him.

Because Zong Yang was tall, Lu Guannan tilted his head and glanced at Zong Yang, seeing that the other party's face was a little reluctant, he hurriedly lowered his head and whispered an embarrassed smile: "It's a haste to recognize the master at once, I'm not in a hurry, take your time, hehe, take your time." ”

Zong Yang also responded embarrassedly, feeling that he had hurt the young hearts of others.

Lu Guannan quietly glanced at Zong Yang like an ugly daughter-in-law seeing her in-laws, frowned and said with concern: "I see that your face is a little bad, are you okay?" Tired of exams? ”

"I want to sleep." Zong Yang smiled slightly.

"I'll open the door for you." Lu Guannan took out a bunch of keys from his arms and walked towards the middle room, perhaps because the lock was rusty, and he had a little trouble driving it.

"Although no one has come over the years, I often clean these rooms, and they are very clean, hehe." Lu Guannan said as he pushed open the door.

"Lu Guannan!"

A snort broke the silence on the ground.

Zong Yang turned around and saw three people with swords appearing from the mountain road in the distance, and the Taoist robes they were wearing were different from those of the registered disciples, mainly cyan, which looked much more exquisite.

"Looking at the sky and watching the Big Dipper fall into the horizon, the Daojun and the Earth Immortal appeared like a ghost in an instant, I bah, some people's lives have not changed, you are a turtle, he is a turtle, lala."

The three of them were singing ballads at the same time, and they came leisurely.

"They are the direct disciples of Senior Brother Zhan Feng." Lu Guannan looked a little nervous, and there was some fear in his tone.

"Lu Guannan, I heard that you have accepted a disciple, we have come to congratulate you!"

The leader is called Mo Zheng, who is Zhan Feng's eldest disciple, and the other two are named Lu Ping and Wang Hanlin, and the three senior brothers walked to the courtyard and went to the vegetable field first, each picked a cucumber, wiped it on the corner of his clothes and gnawed it.

Zong Yang was very puzzled, since Lu Guannan called their master a junior brother, then he was also their uncle, why was he so unreasonable?

Thinking of this, Zong Yang faintly sensed the bleakness of the sword cultivator in Qingqiu, which was countless times bleaker than he had expected before.

"I have received your kindness, these cucumbers should be regarded as a return gift, you can go back." Looking at Lu Guannan's expression, he knew that he was bullied by these second ancestors on weekdays.

Mo Zheng gnawed on a cucumber and walked to Zong Yang's side, looking at Zong Yang like a vicious dog at the door of his house, and after going around, he snorted and cursed secretly: "It looks like a little white face." ”

Zong Yang was unmoved, and smiled indifferently. is a newcomer, and if you can endure it, you can endure it, not to mention that with the superficial strength of the person in front of you, you are not qualified to touch his arrogance.

This point has to be thanked by Mu Tian's teachings, he once said, don't worry about a piece of, otherwise you will stink yourself.

"Lu Guannan, my brother has been improving his swordsmanship recently, on the occasion of the great day of your sword cultivation, I specially came to learn from you, and by the way, I let you win, but fortunately, I am majestic in front of you, haha." Mo Zheng scratched his back with a sword and joked.

"I won't fight with you, no matter how aggressive it is, it's useless, if you are unreasonable, I will sue you again!" Lu Guannan has been bullied several times by these people in front of him in the name of competition, and at the beginning, he was angry and pulled out his sword to teach these juniors who are not long-eyed, who knows that his skills are not as good as others, and he is very helpless.

"Hey, boy, do you see, this is your master of sword cultivation, is it a shame?" Mo Zheng said to Zong Yang, causing the junior brothers around him to echo and laugh.

Lu Guannan looked at Zong Yang in shame, don't overdo it, the originally flushed face became even redder, at this moment it had already been trampled on to the point that his self-esteem exploded, and he suppressed his anger and said: "I'm really going to sue!" ”

"You go sue!" Lu Ping on the side glared and shouted, because he was pulling his throat, he could clearly see a burst blood vessel.

"You went to sue, we were nothing more than punished, and you, lose the face of the sword cultivator, but your sword cultivator has long since lost the face to see people, haha." Wang Hanlin also coaxed.

"Your mushroom head!" Mo Zheng seemed to remember the painful experience of being punished last time, and kicked Lu Guannan's lower abdomen in a fit of rage, kicking Lu Guannan to the bottom with a muffled snort, and the shoe print was extremely eye-catching.

Maybe it's because Lu Guannan is the remnant of Qingqiu Sword Cultivation, and he is a relative, or maybe he can't get used to the arrogance of Mo Zheng and the three of them, Zong Yang holds the hilt of the sword, even if his body is weak and painful, even if he will be defeated by these three pieces of, he can't afford to lose his dignity.

Lu Guannan didn't know when to get up, and held down Zong Yang, signaling not to be impulsive, in his opinion, Zong Yang was nothing more than their sandbag.

Mo Zhengben had a fierce face, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, and suddenly smiled and said, "The master has a way. Then he turned around and left.

In fact, the two junior disciples didn't know what Mo Zheng had come up with, so they followed him.

Lu Guannan thought that the three second ancestors were gone, let go of his hand, and sighed.

As soon as he walked to the door of the hall, he suddenly threw the sword to his junior brother, pulled the hem of his clothes, untied his trouser belt, and whistled to pull out a bubble of urine.

"You!" Lu Guannan, who had always been cowardly, saw this scene, and was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed into the room as if he wanted to kill someone, and when he came out with his sword, he ran away.

Zong Yang was also shocked by Lu Guannan's murderous aura that erupted at this moment, and hurried over, fearing that something bad would happen.

Seeing that success aroused Lu Guannan, Mo Zheng unhurriedly fastened his trouser belt, asked for his sword, and waited for Lu Guannan to rush forward with shaking his feet.

"Shaft! I'm going to fight with you! This sound should be the dirtiest swear word in Lu Guannan's mouth, and he shouted very unfamiliarly, seeing his mushroom head swinging, a sword was out of the sheath.

Mo Zheng scolded "two goods", drew his sword in his hand, and made a Chinese sword style that did not match his stubborn behavior, and it seemed that his basic skills were very solid.

Zong Yang originally thought that he could watch a good show of equal strength, but who knew that there were few masks, and Lu Guannan fell behind. Lu Guannan was still hovering outside the threshold of entering the sword, while Mo Zheng had obviously entered the sword for three points.

Although Lu Guannan had the anger of killing, like a dying pig and the butcher fighting to the death, he couldn't do anything, but fortunately, he stopped on time, just to find the refreshing feeling of abuse, only to make a red mark on Lu Guannan's cheek with the tip of the sword.

Lu Guannan's sword was picked off, and he fell to his knees in a daze, his whole body was dirty, his expression was very ashamed, and he froze for a while.

"Looking at the sky and watching the Big Dipper fall into the horizon, the Daojun and the Earth Immortal appeared like a ghost in an instant, I bah, some people's lives have not changed, you are a turtle, he is a turtle, lala."

When Mo Zheng rapped the sentence "You are a turtle, he is a turtle", his finger first pointed at Zong Yang, and then pointed at Lu Guannan.

Are you saying I'm a shrunken turtle?

Zong Yang thought in his heart, smiled disdainfully, and saw Lu Guannan kneeling towards the hall with a big howl, his forehead hitting the ground with a bang, a handful of snot and tears, looking at it touched people's hearts.

……

Lu Guannan seemed to be deliberately avoiding Zong Yang, and he didn't come out after silently burrowing into the kitchen, and Zong Yang didn't say much, so he went to sleep in the first room.

This sleep came in the evening, Zong Yang didn't know what happened after he fell asleep, only to see that his body was full of viscous purple liquid, his hair was soaked with sweat, the huge wound on his back waist was black and blood was dry, and below was tender red new flesh.

Mu Tian once made such a judgment on Zong Yang's body, the magic elixir of the whole world is a waste for the injury of your freak, freak, freak, it is a god fetus.

In fact, he didn't know that after he fell asleep, the death yin qi in his body came out of his body, filling the entire room, and expelling the double poison in his body for him, but fortunately, no one noticed.

Zong Yang pushed open the door, the night insects chirped outside, the starry sky was clear, and at first glance, Lu Guannan was sitting in the courtyard in a daze.

"Awake?" Lu Guannan's worried face smiled, and he felt a sense of shame in front of Zong Yang who couldn't raise his head.

"Yes." Zong Yang answered and asked, "Where can I take a bath?" ”

didn't hear Zong Yang shout Master, Lu Guannan was very disappointed after all, but he was also very calm, and replied with his finger: "Go down this road for more than ten steps, and there will be a pool." ”

Zong Yang went to the time of a stick of incense, washed and changed into clean clothes and came back, this time Lu Guannan set up a low table in the courtyard, on which a few dishes were placed, and a chicken was stewed in a big jar in the middle.

"What were those things you just had on you?" Lu Guannan put a pair of chopsticks and asked curiously.

"Venom on a cliff." Zong Yang said bluntly, although he had known Lu Guannan for less than a day, his nature was clear at a glance, and there was no need to hide something.

After hearing this, Lu Guannan ran into the kitchen first, took out a small jar of aging, unsealed the mud, and prepared to pour two bowls, lowered his head and asked unconcernedly: "Did you climb up from the cliff?" ”

"Well, I also encountered a monster." Zong Yang replied truthfully.

This was the first time, after Zong Yang finished speaking, Lu Guannan stared at him with straight eyes for a long time, so much so that he poured a bowl of wine to the brim and overflowed several sips.

"Really...... It's true? Lu Guannan finally came back to his senses and stammered.

"Yes." Zong Yang had already been cultivated into a little drunkard by Mu Tian, and he took a few big sips of the wine bowl and said, "It's not strong enough." ”

Lu Guannan's expression was sluggish, a gust of mountain wind blew his mushroom head, and he saw Zong Yang as if he had seen a master, this kind of shock beyond the scope of his common sense made him unable to react.

Zong Yang knew that Lu Guannan couldn't accept that an ordinary candidate who was like a blank sheet of paper suddenly had such ability, and hurriedly explained: "I was raised by Master since I was a child, and Master is the great-grandson of the nineteenth generation head of Qingqiu, Zong Bufan, and now I will return to Qingqiu to fulfill Master's last wish and revitalize my sword cultivation lineage." ”

Lu Guannan is simple but not stupid, he digested all of Zong Yang's words, and instantly turned into joy, no longer shocked by the inhuman behavior of climbing the cliff, holding back his excitement, for fear of being known by others, he leaned down with his teeth, sucked it on the table with his mouth, and sucked the wine on it without leaking.

"Good, that's great! Come on, eat chicken, this is the best side dish I can get my hands on. ”

"There's no hurry." Zong Yang smiled slightly, got up and went into the room to take out the long sword, and said, "Do you recognize the 'Guiyi Sword Technique'?" ”

"Yes." Lu Guannan nodded solemnly and added, "It is the strongest swordsmanship in our Qingqiu Sect. ”

"Have you studied?"

Lu Guannan showed his teeth and said shyly: "I've heard it, but I'm not qualified to learn, hehe." ”

Zong Yang stood in the courtyard, his eyes were as bright as the moon, and he drew his long sword with the strength of wine, and the sound of the sword groaned for a long time.

From now on, you are not a turtle, and I will not be a turtle.