"No, it's you?"

"Thirteen, is that you?"

When Daochan came to Sanqingguan with a knife, the two exclaimed at the same time.

"You're not at the top of a cliff without a trace... Did you commit suicide by jumping off a cliff? Why aren't you dead?"

Daozen smiled: "I'm alive, are you disappointed?"

"Of course not. As he spoke, his eyes were red, and he hugged Daozen: "I would have thought you were dead." ”

"Okay, I'm not still alive and well?" Daozen patted his incomprehensible shoulder.

"It's good to be alive. Butong continued: "I was willing to go up the mountain for my nephew, but I didn't expect it to be you." ”

"It's like your nephew is me. Daozen smiled bitterly.

"Hmm, you're my nephew, so shouldn't you be called Thirteen?"

"Originally, I was not called Thirteen, but my original name was Daozen. Then should I call you Uncle Xiao now?"

I waved my hand again and again: "How can it, didn't we say yes, you are the eldest brother, I am the third brother, and I will still be called this in the future." ”

Dao Chan was very satisfied with the answer that didn't make sense, and nodded: "Then it's up to you, haha." ”

"Fart, you little bastard, you dare to mess up your ranks? He's your uncle, it's your uncle. What a big brother, a third brother. Xuantong blew his beard and glared at the side, very annoyed.

"I said old man, our own brother is talking, what are you talking about?" Dao Chan glanced at Xuantong and then said.

"Evil Barrier, I'm your ancestor!" Xuan Tong shouted.

Dao Chan was slightly stunned, could it be that this little old man was the master that Ruoyun and they were talking about, that is, the master of his own master? But looking at the old man, who was short in stature, where did he have the demeanor of a master of Taoism, he couldn't help but doubt in his heart.

Butong laughed: "Thirteen, this is my master, that is, your ancestor." ”

I see, Dao Chan thought that there was still something to ask Xuantong, and then nodded and bowed: "It turned out to be your old man, Shizu, I didn't see it just now, I was happy in my heart, and I was the fastest for a while, I offended your old man, you have a lot of adults, don't take it to heart." ”

Seeing that Dao Chan was not compensating, Xuantong snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Butong looked at the smirking knife on the side, and asked Zen, "Thirteen, who is this?"

"A knife. Daozen replied casually, and he didn't say anything about the relationship between Yidao and himself. He looked at Xuantong outside, and saw that Xuantong's face was not good, so he asked in a low voice: "Old Wangba, no, why is the old man angry?"

"Master, he is usually like this, don't take it to heart. By the way, what are you doing in Sanqingguan this time, did you come to see me?"

"That's not it, thinking that if you know that I'm dead, it must be sad and sick, isn't this a special run to tell you, we're still alive and well, you see, how about brothers like us?"

I didn't know how sad it was: "It's good to have a brother like you, but I don't know, can you tell Luoqing about this? She must be even sadder than me." As he spoke, Daozen's face was sad and he looked extremely worried.

"Not yet. ”

"Why don't you tell Luoqing. Hearing Daozen's words, Butong hurriedly asked.

"Let's not talk about this for now, I have something I want to ask my ancestor. Daozen sighed.

Then he bowed to Xuantong: "Meet the ancestor, the disciple wants to invite the ancestor for something, I don't know if the ancestor can solve the doubts for the disciple?"

"Say it. Xuantong said impatiently.

"The master and his old man died for no reason, and the disciples ran around just to find the murderer of the master and avenge the master. May I ask the ancestor, do you know who the murderer is?"

"I don't know. ”

"Then why did the master send Ziqi, Ruoyun, and Songzhao to Tianmu Mountain three times to ask the master and his old man to return to Longhu Mountain, and why did the master insist on not returning?"

"What's the matter, my master misses his apprentice and wants him to go back to the mountain, what's so strange about this? Your master doesn't want to come back, and the old man still wants to ask. ”

"Master Ancestor really doesn't know?" "Dao Chan doesn't believe in Xuantong and doesn't know anything.

"Why, don't believe the old man, since your master is a disciple of the old man, he died, how can the old man not care, what reason does the old man have to hide it from you?" Xuantong looked at Dao Chan.

"What is the reason, the disciple doesn't know, but the disciple knows that the old man must have something to tell the disciple. Daozen said coldly.

Xuantong's eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you questioning the old man?"

"Yes, the disciple is questioning the master. The disciple wanted to find out the truth, but the master knew some things, but he was unwilling to tell the truth, and the disciple was really chilling for the master. ”

"Little bastard, what did you say?"

Dao Chan smiled: "Old Wangba, what about you?"

As soon as Daozen said this, Xuantong said three good words in a row.

Butong on the side hurriedly walked to Xuantong's side: "Master, didn't you promise your disciple just now to be magnanimous? Why do you want to be angry again, your old man is quick to dissipate his anger, Thirteen is this kind of character, he speaks without intention." ”

"No, don't interfere, I have to make it clear to the old man about this today. I have already found a person, and he told me about my background, Master was killed because of me, otherwise why would Master not want to take me back to Longhu Mountain? This old man must know something, and he doesn't want to say it, so how can he be worthy of Master?"

"Daozen, don't say it again. "I don't know which one to persuade at this time.

"Boy, since you want to know, then the old man won't tell you today, since you have already guessed that your master may die because of you, why do you still come to ask the old man, and why do you still want to seek revenge? If your life is not guaranteed, how can you be worthy of your master's hard work? Now you dare to stand in front of the old man and make nonsense, do you really think that the old man will not dare to make a move on you?"

"Since you always want to do it, then how dare I, as a disciple, disobey it? ”

Xuantong pushed it away, and with a wave of his sleeve, Dao Chan flew out of dozens of zhang, Dao Chan got up from the ground, rushed to Xuantong, and punched him, Xuantong's eyes were cold: "Good boy, you dare to really shoot at the old man!"

Yidao and Butong were originally worried about what the two of them would do if they really wanted to do it, but now the two of them simply sat on the side, watching Daochan being fanned away again and again, and then rushing back.

It seems that the two of them are just angry and refuse to take the lead in reconciling.

Xuantong's face was expressionless, but Daochan was exhausted, he lay on the ground, pointed at Xuantong and said, "Old man, you wait, let me rest for a while, let's come again." ”

"Boy, the old man is waiting for you. ”

Although Xuantong said this, how could he really make a move on Dao Chan. And Dao Chan is the same, no matter how you say that Xuantong is his own ancestor, even if he reads it in the face of the master, it is impossible for him to take a shot at Xuantong, at most he will take advantage of it.