As long as Master Yinguan does not formally accept closed disciples for a day, he will always be half of the closed disciples of his master, and there will be more and more senior sisters and senior brothers!

The emperor prefers his youngest son.

Pei Qian asked about the world about the colorful world, and then when she asked, she looked at Guo Zhujiu's posture, Pei Qian regretted it.

Because Guo Zhujiu was prepared for a long time, he poured a bowl of tea for everyone, then took out more than a dozen pages of paper, coughed a few times, and began to read accordingly.

Zhao Shuxia and Zhao Luan listened with relish, after all, they were customs and strange things in a brand new world.

But when Guo Zhujiu took out another stack of paper from her sleeve, she held the bowl with one hand and moistened her throat, and shook it hard with the other hand, making a clatter.

The brother and sister suddenly understood the elder sister's mood.

When the brother and sister finally finished listening to a "storytelling" with both emotions, one said to practice boxing and the other said to breathe, and it was a great opportunity to escape.

This room is Pei Qian's residence, and she can't hide.

Guo Zhujiu lay on the table and said that the small bamboo box was left in the summer palace and was the treasure of the house. She turned around and went to Wucai Tianxia with Pei Qian and returned it to the senior sister.

Pei Qian held his cheek with one hand and looked out the window and said no problem.

Guo Zhujiu's cheeks were pressed against the table, looking at Pei Qian, and asked curiously: "Pei Qian, is it troublesome to take care of your buns and hair usually? If it is not troublesome, I will tie it tomorrow."

Pei Qian smiled and said, "It's very simple, I can teach you step by step."

Guo Zhujiu raised her head and changed her cheek to the table. "Pei Qian, I heard that there is a custom of bridal chambers here. Can I hide under your bed then?"

Pei Qian rolled his eyes and said, "I haven't gotten married even after you get married."

Guo Zhu said wine and blinked, "I heard from Xiaomi Li that you have made such a big reputation in the world, tell me?"

Pei Qian shook his head, "Xiaomi Li is talking nonsense with added fuel to the fire."

I thought Guo Zhu's drinking party would continue to cause a headache, but I never thought that Pei Qian would soon hear a slight snoring and fell asleep.

The ferry goes south.

The moon surging the river flows, and the dangerous mourning is alone at night.

Looking up is the moon, looking down on the earth.

This night, the moon is bright and the light of millions of homes.

Old Shenxian Jia and Chen Lingjun, the two brothers, were having a heart-to-heart talk while watching the moon and drinking.

The old Taoist stroking his beard and pondered: "If you have a chance, you have to send a letter to Chief Zhou as soon as possible."

Chen Lingjun asked in confusion: "What are you doing? I'm short of money? Go back and give me a salary in the account and take my share."

My money is the brother's money, and my brother's money is the wine and drinks money.

The old Taoist priest sighed, "If Brother Zhou doesn't come back, he will probably lose his position in the chief."

Chen Lingjun suddenly realized, "Yes, yes, our brother Xiaomo is indeed a fellow brother Zhou and a strong enemy!"

The two brothers looked at each other and laughed loudly.

Don’t blame us brothers for not talking about loyalty in the world. Xiao Mo is so kind.

Chen Ping'an was quite surprised because he met Wei Xian's disciple so soon, a girl under ten years old, with her surname Chai and Wu.

Wei Xian was about to follow a Dali elite border army to the wilderness. He was on the side of the new and old dragon city and sent the little girl to the ferry halfway. He also gave a letter to Chai Wu and asked her to hand it over to the mountain master Chen Ping'an.

The little girl looks delicate, is quiet and not short, but she is slightly thinner than her peers.

For some reason, Chen Ping'an always had an illusion that the girl in front of her was young, and she seemed to have four words written on her face, and I wanted to drink.

Chen Ping'an opened the envelope and read the contents of the letter, and felt that his illusion was justified.

Wei Xian only said that he would ask Chen Ping'an to help find a few masters and teach the little girl a few immortal techniques on the mountain. It would be better if the mountain master was willing to preach himself.

Don’t worry about what you can’t eat too much. What you teach will be what you learn. Whether you can learn it depends on her own luck.

Wei Xian had only one requirement: Chai Wu's fist skills must be taught by him, the master.

At the end of the letter, Wei Xian also mentioned something specifically: Chai Wu has to drink wine every day, so don’t treat it badly on Luopo Mountain. If he doesn’t drink wine in vain, he will make up for the money when he turns back.

When talking to the mountain master Chen Ping'an, the little girl had nothing to fear. She sat on a chair and placed her hands on her knees, neither being reserved nor lazy.

She is no different from a city girl who is ignorant of the world.

Chen Ping'an asked, and she answered.

Perhaps because of her thin body, the girl's eyes look particularly big.

Chen Ping'an took out a pot of wine and handed it to Chai Wu, and smiled and said, "Your master said, drink half a pound of wine every day, remember to pay attention to controlling the amount of alcohol."

The little girl finally showed a little shy look, smiled, looking a little embarrassed, and after taking the wine pot, she promised: "Only two bowls of wine, four taels of wine, it won't be half a pound."

According to Wei Xian’s statement in the letter, Chai Wu’s alcohol content was as good as he could.

She usually drinks half a pound of soju. She will vomit if she drink too much, but she can drink it after vomiting. She can still take one pound of soju and will not feel dizzy, but if she drinks too little, she will be unhappy...

When she held the wine pot in Huai, she went to the door. The little girl turned around and asked, "Master, do you want to close the door?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "It's okay."

The little girl helped close the door.

Xiao Mo sat at the table and secretly observed Chai Wu. After the little girl closed the door and left, Xiao Mo said straight to the point: "Young Master, I plan to peel off the flying sword of my life and give it to Chai Wu."

Xiao Mo added, "Do this thing immediately."

It’s really this little girl named Chai Wu who has a very good qualification to practice Taoism.

Even though I have seen countless beautiful Xiaomo on the mountain, I am still amazed when I see Chai Wu for the first time. I am simply a unique immortal material.

Not only did God say that he was giving food, but he seemed to be worried that Chai Wu would not be full, so he gave Chai Wu a big bowl.

Generally, when you enter the mountain to practice Taoism, monks in the lower five realms should cultivate their energy. If you want to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, you have to rely on a bridge of immortality to connect two heavens and earths, then peel off the cocoons, and first create a difference between clear and turbidity, which is quite difficult. In addition, you also need to open up the acupoints of the natal being. As a blessing in the human body, it is another difficult task.

Xiao Mo was so determined, explaining: "I guess the young master has already seen that there is no obstacle in Chai Wu's absorption of spiritual energy. Even if she throws her a bunch of immortal money, she can eat it completely without any loss. This kind of Taoist embryo, the earlier the practice, the better, and the more money it spends, the better. If it falls into the hands of Liu family in Aizhou, Chai Wu's Taoist place will be in the treasure of the God of Wealth."

If Chai Wu got Xiao Mo's flying sword and was successfully refined into a natal object by her, the speed of absorbing spiritual energy would be even more amazing, like a whale swallowing like a dragon to absorb water.

Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "Young Master is thinking too much. I just gave her a flying sword for free. I don't want any preaching name and will never rob her apprentice with General Wei. If possible, I don't need to say that I gave her."

The earlier you give the flying sword, the sooner you refine it, the more beneficial it will be for Chai Wu’s great way.

Chen Ping'an frowned and said, "This is just one of them. What should I do if your level of cultivation is in addition?"

Even if Xiao Mo is confident that he will not need to fall, his cultivation will eventually be reduced and affecting Xiao Mo's killing power to draw his sword.

Just like the heartless words that Xiaomi Li said, it is not easy for anyone in the world to make money.

Then practice is even more so.

Xiao Mo was not an ordinary heart and smiled and said, "Just like Mi Yu's bottleneck in Yupu realm, it's not an ordinary bottleneck in the realm. Xiao Mo's perfect peak in the Ascension Realm is also an extraordinary peak."

Xiao Mo and his son have learned a lot in dealing with people, such as not being arrogant or underestimating themselves.

For example, if you go out and fall, you will be respectful. If you do it first, you will be respectful. This is the same as the one on the wine table.

In fact, some of the loss of cultivation does not have much impact on Xiao Mo.

If you really have the opportunity to pass the sword and divide life and death, it is nothing more than the matter of giving up the flying sword with the victory or defeat.

Therefore, the move of giving a sword is really not a big deal for Xiao Mo, and he underestimated the killing power of the monks on the top of Haoran Mountain.

Along with myself, the long-lasting monks in the wild world are destined to not have a fuel-saving lamp.

Xiao Mo is sure that he is not the one with the most killer power, nor the one with the most defense.

But Xiao Mo can be sure that he is definitely a monk who is among the top three offense and defense.

Anyway, there is no need to get involved in anything in the wild world.

And there are not many monks on the top of the mountain that can allow Xiao Mo to divide life and death, and it is probably the number of hands.

What's more, a considerable number of them have a good relationship with their own sons.

For example, Zheng Juzhong in Baidi City, talisman Yu Xuan, the great master of Longhu Mountain, the Fire Dragon True Man, and Liu Jubao.

Chen Ping'an asked seriously: "Xiaomo, have you really thought about it?"

Xiao Mo nodded and said, "Then I will give this sword to you if you are fortunate."

The fingers were twisted up, as if holding something invisible, and then a bright red color of sword energy flowing, like a fire dragon.

It turned out to be the great-refined natal flying sword, which was peeled off and pulled out by Xiao Mo from his natal acupoints, and finally condensed into a fiery red sword pill about three inches long...

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but curse, "Your uncle Xiaomo."

The sword cultivator's case of stripping away his natal flying sword hurts the fundamentals of the Dao. How could Xiao Mo take it seriously as lightly?

Chen Ping'an had to sacrifice the birds in the cage as soon as possible to help cover up the weather of heaven. Otherwise, the entire Feng Jiao Ferry would have mistakenly thought that he had been smashed by the great monk's magic.

Then Chen Ping'an took out a locust wood sword box he made himself, carefully put away the flying sword that he had no name now, and smiled angrily: "How to give such a huge meeting gift, how to tell the little girl about this matter? Let me think about it first, and I must make it clear. I have no shame to hide my merits."

Xiao Mo rarely joked: "Young Master, just don't be greedy for this thing."

Chen Ping'an stared at Xiao Mo in a daze, who did you learn from?
To be continued...