What kind of person is that?

hansome?

It seems too superficial.

Not handsome?

I couldn't convince myself.

All in all, it is different from all the ancestors of Nascent Soul.

At least it was very different from the Yuanying ancestors she had seen. She had not seen many Yuanying ancestors, but she saw the most at weddings in Dazhong City.

The master's uncle is gentle and elegant, his demeanor is extraordinary, and he makes plans while talking and laughing. It is said that the entire Dazhong City was planned by the master's uncle, as well as all the places in the Qianyuan Dynasty, and the sect's large spiritual boat was made by him.

.

Because of the large spiritual boats, the entire Qianyuan land was connected.

The sect's ability to have such a grand occasion depends on the master's uncle.

This is also in line with her imagination of Yuanying Ancestor.

It turns out that the ancestors of the Yuanying of the Hehuan Sect, how should I say, are mostly in awe, and whatever the ancestor says is what they say. These disciples are born as members of the sect, and die as the ghosts of the sect. Because of the practice of Kung Fu, the members of the Hehuan Sect

The monks seem to be more straightforward. As long as you agree with me and don't violate the sect's laws, you won't be punished.

Most of them listen to rumors and then make their own imaginations based on the rumors.

This was the first time she had seen such an approachable Yuanying monk.

That warm smile and gentle eyes don't look like the legendary Great True Lord, but really look like an elder who is looking forward to his disciples and grandsons returning home.

Fang Yingxue was stunned for a while, how could this be so different from what she expected? Even if she is Master, as the Nascent Soul Lord, he should be aloof and unconcerned with the world, as if he is truly dedicated to cultivating immortality and becoming a Taoist.

Ignoring the black and red Taoist robes, red iron boots, red hair on top, and slightly pale skin of the first master, he looks like an old man squatting in the corner with his sleeves and robe enjoying the sun.

Suddenly I had an illusion.

Maybe that 'old man' is the sun.

The sadness in Tu Shanjun's eyes disappeared in a flash.

He also had a disciple back then, and his wife was of course very good. But at that time, when she was first involved in spiritual practice, she always hid in the soul flag, and even when she showed up, she put on an air of pretense. Now that I think about it, it's too late to regret it.

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

He glanced at Wu Rong, then at Zhou Xinglie who was giggling, and at Fang Yingxue who was beside Zhou Xinglie. He took the lead in picking up the tachyon and said with a smile: "Don't be stunned, move on to the tachyon."

Fish from the deep sea always have a fishy smell when eaten, so Tushanjun loves lake fish very much.

Naturally, the best way to make vinegared fish is to steam it while it's still alive. Once it's steamed, top it with the remaining ingredients. When it's served to the table, it's still steaming hot and melts in your mouth. It's the most delicious.

This time it is not a lake fish, but a fish swimming in the sky.

Of course, the fish must be good fish, and the wine must also be good wine.

In fact, he is not picky about spiritual wine. Each kind of wine has a different taste. For a ghost like before, only spiritual wine can make him feel that he is still alive.

This habit has been maintained to this day.

Zhou Xinglie did not persuade him.

Wu Rong also did not advise Tu Shanjun to drink less.

Because they all know that the master is famous for being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Even if the head master is drunk, he will not see the master shake at all. It is said that the master is never drunk.

In fact, others don't know whether you are drunk or not, only Tushanjun knows best.

Like an ordinary elder, he asked about his family situation, generously took out his storage bag, and filled in all the gifts and wedding gifts. Of course, Tushanjun is generous, and he will never be stingy with those close to him.

After having enough wine and food, the night is getting late.

Danfeng does not have the habit of staying with others, and even these two disciples have never stayed in Danfeng. Especially the Zhou family is still relatively small and powerful, so they also have their own land in the sect. As the head of the Zhou family, Zhou Xinglie does not need to worry

He lives on the streets.

Wu Rong left early and became more focused on spiritual practice after receiving the inheritance.

As a close disciple of Taishi Zunhun Zhenjun, no matter what he is like, he is already a thorn in the eyes of others. If he does not have the strength to support him, should he call his master every day for help?

A few moments.

Zhou Xinglie left and came back again. He walked through the slightly dark hall, found a seat and sat down. He said with a smile: "Disciple knows that the master has not rested yet. He must be waiting for the disciple to come."

Tu Shanjun was quite speechless after putting down the Tao scroll. All the little cleverness of his apprentice was used on him. What's the use of his bright brain at this time: "This is one of the few times when your brain can be used well."

"Ah?" Zhou Xinglie opened his mouth pretending to be surprised, then scratched his head, chuckled, and said nothing. He seemed to have known that Master would say this, and also knew what Tu Shanjun was about to say to him.

"It's time to form an elixir."

"Ah, I thought Master would praise me for finding you a good apprentice and wife."

Tu Shanjun put down the Taoist scripture in his hand and sighed helplessly: "I don't know if you are really big-hearted or if you are really blinded by love. Even if I don't say anything, others will always gossip."

"I don't say it because I don't know."

"I understand." Zhou Xinglie put away his playful smile and nodded seriously: "Who is Master?"

"You know?"

"I'm not too sure. I know a little bit."

"You still want it?"

"I don't want to miss it."

"Um."

It was Zhou Xinglie's turn to be surprised. He asked in surprise: "Is this the end?"

"What if?"

"Master, if you don't want to persuade me, or explain my interests and dangers for me, let me wake up from myself, or even if it doesn't work, you should reveal the things I vaguely know, and then put all the jade slips of the investigation in front of me.

I'll check them one by one, and then..."

"I see you are quite sober."

Tu Shanjun casually picked up the scripture on the table, paused and then said: "You have made up your mind. What I have to do as a teacher is to support your decision and wipe your ass. Is there anything else besides that?

"

"No 'torture'?"

"I don't have time to spare, so I'm already tired of wiping your ass." Tu Shanjun curled his lips. At that time, he didn't have time to understand the whole story. Now that he is married and has cooked rice, why should he beat the couple?

He has no such interest.

I get angry when I talk about this. This guy killed me first and told me later. He took advantage of his "retreat" to get everything done.

"What an injustice!"

"It's really not me who wants to kill it first and then report it. It's the master uncle who said that Master, you have to be in seclusion for a long time. It's better to get the results as soon as possible. In this way, the master uncle can give you an explanation. Maybe you can be happy and you can achieve great success.

."

"Stop howling. If you shed two more tears on the day I die, you will be worthy of being my teacher."

"Who is my master!" Zhou Xinglie, who originally wanted to continue to advocate, stopped under the threat of Tu Shanjun's eyes, and then said with a solemn expression: "What does master mean by wiping the buttocks?"

"Logically speaking, when we were in Dazhong City, we had the head master in charge, so we shouldn't have any worries anymore."

"Little things."

Tu Shanjun waved his hand, obviously not wanting to say more on such a question.

It's better not to say it, so as not to let Zhou Xinglie think too much. It may be a big deal to Zhou Xinglie, but it is really a small matter to the Yuanying monk.

"The elixir-forming spiritual creature will arrive soon. I will form elixirs at the sect before leaving."

"Disciple, obey."

Zhou Xinglie left in confusion.

"Zhou Lang, what did Master say?"

Seeing Zhou Xinglie's return, the graceful Fang Yingxue hurried to greet him, looking forward to it but nervous at the same time.

"Don't worry, madam, my master..." Zhou Xinglie briefly explained the matter, and then said: "We have to stay in the sect for a longer time. Master wants me to form an elixir before going back."

"Don't worry, husband. With my physique and the elixir-forming items, you are sure to break through the golden elixir. Don't feel pressured." Fang Yingxue smiled like a flower.

Zhou Xinglie's eyes suddenly became hot as he held his delicate body.

…

He swept his apprentice away.

The devil who was waiting aside said in a deep voice: "Master, this matter is probably not easy to handle."

"Isn't it easy?"

"It involves a Nascent Soul cultivator."
To be continued...