Zhang Ya led the old cow into the mountain gate, and saw an old acquaintance, who was the second-generation disciple of the Pot Sect, Antarctic Immortal.

Originally, according to the time of initiation, the Antarctic Immortal Weng should be the eldest disciple of the Pot Sect.

However, because Ma Feizi can speak well, is quite good at flattery, and is even more favored by the reed master, he has become the head of the twelve golden immortals, and is also regarded by the world as the head of the pot sect.

Zhang Ya also knew the stinky temper of the reed, so he let the old cow turn into a human body, turn into a burly and strong man, and follow behind.

The Antarctic Immortal Weng saw Zhang Ya, stepped forward and saluted: "I've seen Uncle Zhang Ya, please come inside." ”

As for the old cow behind Zhang Ya, he didn't see it.

Although the disciples of the Pot Sect look down on the people who wear fur and hang horns, they can have a good face, and they are also the immortals of good fortune who have no desire and are strong, plus they have washed the old cow before going out, and a person like the Antarctic Immortal Weng will naturally not say anything to stop him.

Zhang Ya and the others came to the palace, only to see that this place was full of vermilion and blue thresholds, and the carved eaves were painted, which was not a style at all compared to the quaint Zixiao Palace of Hongjun Daozu.

This kind of decoration that faintly exudes the atmosphere of the nouveau riche, Zhang Ya doesn't like it very much.

The two were taken by the boy to a beautifully decorated hall, with three exquisite and simple characters written on it: chess and card room.

Zhang Ya looked inside, and sure enough, there was quite an atmosphere of a chess and card room, with three or five people at a table, and the smoke was filled, which made people frown.

But this smoke is not the other smoke.

It is full of fairy spirit and sandalwood.

If a mortal comes here, he can live hundreds of years more if he takes a sip.

Of course, for an immortal like Zhang Ya, this immortal mist is far from a treasure.

Although it is non-toxic and harmless, it has little effect except to increase upset.

However, the old cow's cultivation is still shallow, so it's good to suck a little more.

Therefore, under the instruction of Zhang Ya, the old cow opened his nose and breathed desperately.

Zhang Ya himself probed his brain and just wanted to find a vacant seat to sit down, but saw Fu Xi waving to him in the corner.

"Why can't you see a snail girl?"

Zhang Ya moved a futon and sat next to Fu Xi and asked curiously.

As for Lao Niu, he was very conscientious and handed tea and water to Zhang Ya on the side.

Old Fu Xi's face stiffened, and he said, "This ...... I'm with the Snail Saint...... Actually, I don't know ......."

"Well, I believe it. ”

Zhang Ya nodded, took the pastry handed by Lao Niu, and began to taste it, it tasted really good.

With a click, Zhang Ya looked at Fu Xi with a smile and didn't speak.

was stared at with great embarrassment, and Fu Xi had to explain: "Ahem, in fact, it is the female snail saint who doesn't like to play cards, so she excused herself." ”

"Hey, senior sister is really, the saint's life is endless, and I don't have any hobbies, so boring!"

Zhang Ya shook his head, took out a mahjong tile from his pocket, and said: "If you don't like to play cards, you can try this next time, this is very strong!"

Fu Xi didn't know what this thing was, picked it up and looked at it carefully, only to see a boxy object, engraved with a lifelike chicken, which looked quite extraordinary.

"It's worthy of being a little junior brother, sure enough, there are a lot of treasures, I and your senior sister are very idle on weekdays, and it is really not very interesting, if you have such treasures, the more the better. ”

Fu Xi put away the mahjong tiles and said expectantly: "Why don't you come to our volute palace after this is over and teach you how to play this thing?"

"Our Volute Palace?" Zhang Ya's eyes widened.

"Ahem, ahem, I missed my mouth again......"

At this time, suddenly a strange fragrance came, but it was the Styx Ancestor who arrived.

This Styx Ancestor has been in the North Julu Continent all the year round, educating the Shura Bread clan in the Milk Sea, and the enticing aroma exudes all over his body.

And with the merits of creation, the first person under the proper saint of the River Styx is now a unique figure in the limelight.

The immortals exchanged ears, and some even wanted to talk to the Styx.

But Styx ignored them, and when he looked around in the chess room, he saw Zhang Ya and Fu Xi, and sat down beside them.

There were also two bread men standing next to him, a man and a woman, it was Bo Xun and Luo Jiang, both of whom already had the cultivation of earth immortals.

"I've seen the Styx Fellows! It's gratifying to hear that you've succeeded in creating a thing!"

Zhang Ya arched his hand, maintaining the false politeness between the high-level immortals.

The Styx Ancestor also arched his hand and said, "Thank you Zhang Ya Daoyou for forbearing the pain and giving up the Nine Heavens Rest, speaking of which, I don't know if you have practiced "Breast Nerve"?"

"Hey, Ancestor Dafa is extremely subtle, so I can understand it. ”

Zhang Ya waved his hand and said, "I don't want to understand much when I read, I always read through it." ”

"Friendly understanding!" Styx nodded, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, several groups of people came one after another.

When the Tibetan Tuanzi appeared with the duck-necked boy, the Styx Ancestor stared at him viciously.

"Who am I with Tibetan dumplings?"

The Styx Ancestor asked Fu Xi, "Daoist friends must not coax me. ”

Fu Xi had no choice but to say: "You are all fragrant, one is the aroma of Lingquan broth, and the other is the aroma of milk sea bread, which cannot be compared." ”

Styx was not satisfied with Fuxi's words of inconsensual inoffence, so he had to grab a loaf of bread and nibble on it.

"Ancestor, bite wrong, bite wrong, it's Luo Jiang on duty today, it's not me!"

Bo Xun hurriedly snatched his arm back.

Although the Shura bread clan has gained the ability to regenerate limbs through practice, this ability is not unlimited.

Zhang Ya looked at the Styx Ancestor enviously, patted the thigh of the old cow behind him, and said, "Do you want to send you to Senior Brother Styx for further study?" I think this skill is very useful!"

The old cow hurriedly took two steps back, trembling.

At this time, with the Buddha name of "Amitabha", it was the arrival of the two saints of the West.

The sallow black man and the round and full Baoshu two monks, wearing monk's robes into the chess and card room, the bare head, as long as Zhang Ya does not turn on the light, this head is the most eye-catching in the audience.

Zhang Yadao noticed that the two monks glanced in a certain direction extremely concealedly before sitting on the main seat.

Following their gaze, Zhang Ya really saw a thin middle-aged Taoist, who was holding his buttocks.

The lamp was obviously of a very high status, and its position was quite high.

Seating has always been particular.

The rookie sitting in the corner is usually a rookie, but it may also be a big guy.

For example, Zhang Ya, who has always been low-key, or the Styx ancestor who has always had a strange temper and does his own thing.

And those who sit near the main seat in the front row are definitely not rookies.

At the table where the lamp was lit, there were second-generation disciples in the pot sect, and they were among the top ones.

It stands to reason that they are the hosts, but Randen is faintly the leader among them, which shows that Randen may have taken refuge in the Pot Sect and has a high status.

Just when Zhang Ya peeked at the old thief who lit the lamp, the Qing saints on Jinao Island and the Taiqing saints of Bajing Palace also entered the table one by one, and finally, the reed old man Yuqing saint who was the host also laughed and entered the table.

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