Guo Twelve smiled bitterly in his heart, he knew that he couldn't refuse at all. Fortunately, he has no taboos, and it is a good thing for him to learn from a teacher. He said, "Master, well, you are the second master of Twelve. He bowed respectfully to the deadwood.

A smile appeared on the dead wood's iron-like face, he didn't care about Guo Twelve's words, as long as he was willing to recognize himself as a teacher, then everything was easy to say. He nodded and said, "Okay, we're going to fly over, don't move ......"

He led the two of them up from the high platform and flew quickly forward.

A moment later, Deadwood landed halfway up a mountain peak with the two of them, where there was a small piece of construction. He said: "This is the place where the sect is responsible for the registration of disciples, and it is also the hall where disciples receive the tasks of the sect, let's go in." ”

There were two inner disciples standing at the door, and when they saw the dead wood bringing people in, they hurriedly saluted and said, "I've seen Uncle Shizu." ”

Deadwood said indifferently: "Who is on duty today?"

One of the inner disciples said, "It's Senior Uncle Yan Ling on duty, I'll go and inform you." ”

Deadwood said, "No need!" and walked straight in with Guo Twelve and the Eagle Demon.

The two inner disciples glanced at Guo Twelve suspiciously, as if they were very curious about this child dressed like a little savage, and they didn't know what Uncle Shi had brought him for. A disciple's face changed suddenly, and he whispered, "It's broken! It's a big trouble." ”

Yan Ling was a middle-aged man, wearing a silver-white robe, which was full of speckled wine stains, he was half-lying on the ground without any image, holding a large green skin gourd in his hand, and took a sip from time to time with his eyes closed, and the smell of wine wafted around. Deadwood walked in and couldn't help but frown.

"Yan Ling!"

Yan Ling waved his hand and said drunkenly, "It's okay...... Don't bother Lao Tzu to drink...... Uhhh......h

"Bastard!"

The dead wood raised his hand and slapped it over, and the green-skinned gourd exploded with a "pop", and the wine immediately flowed. Yan Ling jumped up violently and scolded, "Fuck...... Who is it...... My wine ......" He was stunned when he opened his eyes and saw that it was dead wood. He never imagined that his uncle would come here, usually this is the most quiet place, and the lobby next door for the task release is lively.

"Hehe, it's Uncle Deadwood, hehe, hehehe, uh......! It's a disciple...... Hehe, it's the disciple who didn't pay attention...... Hehe, cough cough...... "He has already been blinded, and he actually scolded the most difficult person in Chenxiao Sect to provoke."

Deadwood sneered and said, "You're on duty, not in the tavern!

Yan Ling wanted to cry without tears, and secretly scolded the two inner disciples who were guarding the door outside, but they didn't even notify him, which made him suffer a big loss. How did he know that the dead wood would not let him be informed, how could those two disciples dare to come in and report the news.

"Yes, yes...... Uncle Shi, all the disciples are ignorant, hehe, the disciples must change, they must change...... By the way, Uncle Shi, you are here...... What do you want your disciples to do?"

Deadwood didn't intend to pursue it either, he said: "Go through a formality for me, I will accept a personal disciple, and I will also get an inner disciple." ”

Yan Ling was taken aback and asked in surprise, "Uncle Shi, have you accepted apprentices?"

Deadwood said angrily: "What? I can't accept apprentices?"

Yan Ling hurriedly said: "No, no, I am ...... This is...... Hehe, congratulations to Uncle Shi, congratulations to Uncle Shi, and congratulations to the little junior brother!" Although he drank too much, he was still sober, and knew that what he said just now was wrong, so he hurriedly changed his words and congratulated him, so that the dead wood would not go crazy.

Deadwood is notoriously picky and difficult in the Chenxiao Sect, and he is still alone. Chen Xiao Sect once asked him to be the first to choose an apprentice in a large-scale recruitment activity, but this guy turned around and said, "It's all waste!" and left, making all the high-level people vomit blood with anger.

I didn't expect to take the initiative to accept a personal disciple this time, which is a big deal. Deadwood's strength is definitely in the top three in the Chenxiao Sect, and some of the ancestor-level masters in the sect can't compare to him, and he enjoys extremely high prestige in the sect.

Yan Ling began to register the roster. This is a necessary formality that involves the welfare rights and obligations of the sect. The personal disciple is a special existence in the sect, and the status is higher than that of the inner disciple, and there is almost no need to take over the tasks of the sect, and he can take on some idle but important positions. Yan Ling is a disciple of his own lineage.

"Uncle Shi, if you accept disciples, you must report to the sect master and the elder council, hehe. ”

The procedure is very simple, mainly to ask for the name and age, and then leave a real person's shadow.

Yan Ling said: "Okay, junior brother, this is your identity talisman, please hang it on your waist, keep it carefully, if you lose it, you must replace it." "It was a small talisman, a faint fuchsia color, hanging from the belt, and it was a very beautiful little object.

Then he gave the Eagle Demon a talisman for the inner disciple, and indicated that it was an inner disciple who served the dead wood. This is just borrowing the name of Deadwood, in fact, the Eagle Demon still follows Guo Twelve.

Yan Ling explained: "Someone will come over soon, tailor it for you, and send you all kinds of items, and you can sign for it when the time comes." ”

Deadwood asked, "Are you alright?"

Yan Ling broke out in a cold sweat and said, "It's good, it's good......" He explained some precautions. He couldn't help but make it clear, if Guo Twelve encountered something he didn't understand in the future, and the dead wood would be angry with him again, it would be troublesome.

After explaining everything clearly, Yan Ling said, "Uncle Shi, it's okay." ”

Guo Twelve smiled and said, "Thank you, senior brother." ”

Yan Ling had a feeling of flattery, and said continuously: "No thanks, no thanks...... Hehe, we will be brothers in the future, how close we are, hehe. ”

Deadwood said lightly, "Let's go." ”

After the three of them left, Yan Ling shouted, "Two little bastards come in! Damn...... Isn't it itchy? Dare to play tricks on Lao Tzu, get in! fuck it...... Uncle Shi didn't say a word when he came, and sincerely looked at Lao Tzu's jokes?

Two inner disciples ran in one after another, and one disciple cried and said, "Uncle Shi, it was Uncle Shi who didn't let us report, we can't be blamed for this......"

Yan Ling kicked over and scolded, "You can't fucking be louder, let me be a little prepared?"

The two disciples had a bitter face and said, "Uncle Shi, I'm sorry! It's all the disciple's fault, you have a lot of them, spare us." ”

Yan Ling glanced at the broken green-skinned gourd and said, "Okay, do you admit the fight or the punishment?"

A disciple trembled and said, "How do you admit the fight...... What about admitting punishment? Let the disciples ...... There's a choice......"

"If you admit the beating, let Lao Tzu beat you, admit the punishment, and buy me two gourd wine!"

The two inner disciples said in unison: "Admit the punishment, we admit the punishment!" Just kidding, if you admit the fight, half a life will be gone, of course, you will admit punishment, and it is not very expensive to buy two gourd wine.

Yan Ling smiled evilly: "Very good, my wine is Biguo wine." ”

The faces of the two disciples suddenly turned blue. Biguo wine is not cheap, it is one of the best wines in Chenxiao Sect, but the two of them did not dare to refuse, so they could only agree with a bitter face.

......

Deadwood took Guo Twelve back to his residence. It was a small manor house backed by a mountain peak, which was his private property. There are very few people in his manor, most of them are ordinary people, and he is alone, with neither wife nor children, nor disciples, and this small Zhuangzi is also his home.

Although the manor is small, there are quite a few houses, and there are more than a hundred and ten houses in it, which is far from Luo Ji's big manor.

Deadwood briefly introduced the people in the small village, a housekeeper, two cooks, two old gardeners, four servants, and nine ordinary people to take care of this small manor. It can be seen that the dead wood basically does not ask anything, and the Zhuangzi looks very dilapidated, and many houses have been damaged and cannot be inhabited at all.

Deadwood said: "Lao Yu, you find a few clean houses for Twelve to live in." ”

Lao Yu is the housekeeper of the dead wood, an ordinary person in his fifties, and he looks very calm. His name is Yu Jie, and he has been in charge of everything in Xiao Zhuangzi since he was in his thirties, and he has had a very hard time. Because Deadwood is a hands-off shopkeeper, he will throw him some talisman money when he thinks of it, and even if he can't think of it, it is not easy for him to support this family.

Yu Jie said, "Yes, master." His face showed joy, finally there was a little young master. He said, "I'm going to prepare, it's just ...... Lord......"

Deadwood frowned and asked, "What's wrong......?" What are you doing with all the spit?"

Yu Jie said: "There is no food at home, and there is still a little meat ......."

Deadwood said, "If you don't have one, you can buy it." ”

Yu Jie smiled bitterly: "Master, we have no money......

Guo Twelve couldn't help but snort, and he said, "Master, you go and rest, I'll leave it to me here." ”

Deadwood showed a look of embarrassment, he had never thought of this, and said, "Okay, in the future, Twelve will be responsible for everything in the family, and you will all listen to him." With that, he walked into his room.

Yu Jie was dumbfounded, let a half-old child take care of the house, this old man is too irresponsible.

Guo Twelve took out a talisman bag and said, "Uncle Yu, you call the others." Yu Jie was startled and said, "Don't call me uncle, call me Lao Yu, or housekeeper." ”

Guo Twelve smiled: "It doesn't matter at home, Uncle Yu, you can call someone over." ”

Yu Jie called all the people in the manor, Guo Twelve couldn't help but smile bitterly when he looked at it, it was really old and small. He took out a dozen bags of flour and a lot of meat, and said, "Take it and prepare dinner." "It's all supplies he carries.

Yu Jie was overjoyed, he was about to die of poverty, and said, "Okay, okay, thank you, young master." ”

Everyone gathered in the small courtyard, and Guo Twelve asked, "What does the Fu Qian look like here?" He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Do you want to raise a large family by yourself?

Yu Jie smiled bitterly: "We don't have any money." ”

The Eagle Demon shook his head, this dead wood is too bad to live, and it is so miserable.

Guo Twelve sighed and said, "Okay, let's do this first, I'll figure out a way later." ”

Yu Jie asked everyone to carry away the grain and fresh meat, and whispered: "If the master doesn't come back, we will be hungry." ”

Guo Twelve nodded and said, "Uncle Yu, don't worry, there will be me in the future." ”

Just then, I heard the door of the courtyard clanging, and someone outside shouted, "Hey, open the door!"