"Sect Master... what do you want to do with me?" Xiao Kai stuttered: "I...I promised to be a guest, don't be too polite."

Lan Tianyu breathed a long sigh, looking relieved, but with a little disappointed. She looked at Xiaokai with a strange look for a while and whispered: "Has the master really agreed?"

"Of course," Xiao Kai nodded heavily: "I agreed."

Xiao Kai was muttering in his heart, thinking: "This Lan leader probably has been stupid because of cultivation. He speaks strangely. No wonder Liuyun Shuixie is at the end of the six major sects. Now I am in mid-air, and life and death are in her hands. No matter what she says, it would be better for me to follow her wishes, otherwise it would be miserable if she really threw it from mid-air."

As the two of them spoke, the Qibao Golden Ship had already flew down Tiandu Yin Peak. A few dozen meters away from the front, a large group of people were heading towards the back mountain courtyard. Taoist Songfeng rushed to the front with his horse.

"Let's hurry up and catch up." Xiao Kai looked at Lan Tian Yu's slow steps, couldn't help but feel anxious, and said, "Why do I leave first?"

Lan Tianyu smiled slightly, reached out to grab Xiaokai's palm, and a heat flowed over him. Xiaokai felt lightening all over, and the figures around him flashed. Lan Tianyu floated over without touching the ground. Before Xiaokai could react, he felt a force coming from his palm, and he was pulled to fly forward. In a blink of an eye, he caught up with everyone and flew all the way to the front of the large army.

Huang Bei walked beside Xuefeng, her eyes fell on the hands that were holding each other tightly. She couldn't help but frown again, and her disgust became stronger, thinking: "They're hooking up quickly."

Songfeng kicked open the gate of the villa with a "bang" and rushed in anxiously. He walked through one gate after another with a familiarity, and finally came to a cave entrance, saying, "Yuan'er is here."

Everyone stopped in a mess, looked inside, and were stunned.

This cave has a very magical smell. It is naturally formed by a whole piece of stone. There are countless large and small stalactites hanging upside down in the cave. There is a futon in the center of the cave. There is a small table next to it. There are a few simple small plates on the table, and there are seven or eight steamed buns inside. It is slightly black and looks dry and shriveled. It is obviously for many days.

Near the small plate, there was a large clay pot, and there was still a wisp of hot air in the clay pot. It was obvious that it was a can of meat. When everyone looked at the sporadic chicken bones on the table, they fully understood what was going on.

Now, there is indeed a young man in the cave, probably Yuan'er from the mouth of Dao Feng. However, Yuan'er, who is known as "facing the wall and thinking about his mistakes", has neither faced the wall nor thoughts. Instead, he leaned on the cave wall with his head down and stared at a small square the size of a palm in his hand. He pressed his hands on the small square constantly, and melodious music and shouts came from the small square from time to time. (Your gentle click warms my whole life. Let's watch the fantasy and fantasy channel of Literature Network together, more exciting content is waiting for you!)

"Puchi!" Xiao Kai couldn't help but laughed out loud. He was so familiar with the sound. This was the background music of the King of Fighters series fighting games, and that small square was undoubtedly a palm game console.

Everyone was looking at it, and they saw the young man slamming his thighs and shouting: "Damn, I'm dead again, Yaji is such a trash!" Then he shook his head with a look on his face.

After shaking his head, everyone realized that his hair was dyed, red, yellow, green, and blue, and various colors were distributed on his hair. He didn't look like a cultivator, but rather like a pheasant with colorful feathers.

Master Songfeng's face was completely dark green, his lips were trembling, and his hands were raised and put down, and he put them down again. Looking at his expression, he was extremely angry and wished he could slap him on the young man's face.

"Master...Master," Xiaolin looked at the master's expression carefully and reminded timidly: "You have to lift the ban first."

There was a faint layer of smoke floating at the entrance of the cave. It was the ban under the command of Master Songfeng. Songfeng breathed a long sigh and tried to calm down. He walked over and split the ban with a sword. He walked over and grabbed the young man's arm with one hand!

"Damn, don't bother me. I'm busy. Oh, I'm going to lose if I want to lose," the young man didn't raise his head and kept hitting Taoist Song Feng's arm with his head: "If you want to eat chicken, go to the left, read novels and go to the right, don't make trouble here, go!"

Master Songfeng sneered fiercely, snatched the game console in the young man's hand and threw it to the ground. With a "cracking" sound, he fell to pieces.

The young man looked up quickly, then opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and shouted in disbelief: "Master, why are you here?"

"Hmph, why can't I come?" The head of Huangshan at this moment had a ferocious face, and there was no demeanor of a master of cultivation: "Tell me honestly, where did this chicken come from, where did this game console come from, and what was going on when reading novels? What did you do in this dust-cleaning hole?"

"Hehe, Master, I didn't do anything," the young man's eyes rolled and he immediately smiled: "Master, I'm actually very sincere in coming in to face the wall, but you see, isn't it still a long time? You said you'd be locked up for a year, and it's less than a month, so the disciple... I just... I just go away occasionally and study miscellaneous studies. It's understandable."

Master Songfeng's nose was crooked: "Miscellaneous learning, what is miscellaneous learning? Is it medical fortune telling, astrology, rituals, music, poetry, or game machines and clay pot chicken? If you don't tell me honestly today, I will definitely expel you from the sect!"

The old Taoist priest was too angry, and he didn't think about it. If he really wanted to expel this disciple from the sect, who else could Huangshan find to inherit that mahjong?

But when this sentence was said, the lethality was still very high. The young man immediately became honest and began to confess: "Master, that's right. Last time you said you wanted me to go to the Dichen Cave to face the wall for a year. I thought about it and then thought that this year was really hard, so... Well, I suddenly thought that you once gave me a storage ring as a gift, so I went downstairs to purchase a lot of food and drink, as well as game consoles and novels, which were all put in the storage ring, and then... I was locked up."

The young man honestly took out the storage ring: "Look, look, I bought a thousand chickens, and there are still nine hundred and eighty-six here. I... I really don't eat much."

Song Feng took the ring with a blue face, and began to check it out. While watching, he took a deep breath, and even his body trembled. He said with gritted teeth: "Well, it's not bad, it's really good. Not only chicken, but also seafood and barbecue, and even hot pot and liquefied gas cylinders are ready. Tsk tsk... There are poker, mahjong, comics, DVDs... and even home theaters are moved in, and of course, there are ten battery storage..."

Everyone looked strange. On the one hand, they were surprised that there were such a naughty child in the world. On the other hand, they also felt that Taoist Songfeng had a very broad understanding of things in the world.
Chapter completed!