The minibus was speeding along the road neither fast nor slow.
In the car, the sloppy old Taoist priest sat in a row with Wei Yang and took out a wine gourd and handed it to him.
"I drank your wine earlier, do you want to try mine?"
Wei Yang looked at the yellow-skinned wine gourd and then at the old Taoist priest with a look of disgust on his face: "Would you like to drink what you used?"
The sloppy old Taoist priest glared: "Hey, you still dislike it? This is spiritual wine, with several spiritual materials added to it. One sip can last for three to five days of hard training at least."
Wei Yang was still disgusted: "Forget it, I don't miss these three to five days."
The sloppy old Taoist priest unscrewed it himself angrily and took a big gulp: "If you don't drink it, you will be knocked down. A dog bites Lu Dongbin. He doesn't know a good heart."
Wei Yang narrowed his eyes: "I heard it, you slandered my master."
The sloppy old Taoist priest has a dark face.
"I asked, can we communicate normally? Is it really interesting to assume Lu Zu's identity again?"
"What do you mean by interesting? This is so interesting, so invisible and pretentious. I don't dare to offend anyone who sees it."
"It means I like you. Otherwise, if I call you a good disciple now, would you dare to refute me?"
The sloppy old Taoist priest was silent, and then took another sip of wine.
Wei Yang smiled and said: "Brother, as the saying goes, we are friends once, we are friends now. I still don't know, which sect does this brother belong to?"
The sloppy old Taoist priest smiled and said: "Wudang, Qiu Daizong."
"Huh, you are from a distinguished family!" Wei Yang praised.
The sloppy old Taoist priest said angrily: "These words coming from your mouth are very harsh."
"Hey, to be honest, I have a dark eye on other sects and have only a vague understanding of them. But Wudang is different."
"Your Lao Zhang and our Lao Lu are equally famous men, and they are both Taoist sects. They are really very friendly." Wei Yang explained with a serious face.
The sloppy old Taoist priest said amusingly: "Lao Zhang, Lao Lu? You kid, is this how you call your ancestors?"
"That's your hypocrisy. It's your true respect. Just like me, I have respect in my heart and kindness in my mouth."
"After all, even the patriarch doesn't want to be too separated from his disciples and grandchildren. Only those who are harmonious and harmonious are a family."
The sloppy old Taoist priest suddenly stood in awe.
Although Wei Yang's words sounded a bit unreasonable and nonsense.
But when I think about it carefully, I find it very interesting.
Enshrining the ancestor at a high level does not necessarily mean filial piety.
"That's right, you kid, you are becoming more and more to my taste." The sloppy old Taoist priest said with a smile.
Wei Yang smiled and said: "Let's get down to business. You can't really want to give me a lift if you squat here, right?"
The sloppy old Taoist priest said: "I represent Wudang and Chunyang Palace. Well, since you said that the past does not count, now, I offer my sincerity, what do you say?"
Wei Yang said: "What sincerity?"
The sloppy old Taoist priest was stunned: "What, you still want a gift?"
Wei Yang said: "Otherwise? They say that sending a goose feather as a gift from a thousand miles away is too small, but there is still a goose feather. If you open and close your mouth, does that count as sincerity?"
The sloppy old Taoist soldier smiled: "Chunyang Palace has a grandmaster like you, it will be interesting in the future."
After saying that, the sloppy old Taoist priest changed his words and said with a smile: "Old Taoist, I am very poor. As you can see, the clothes on my body are all in tatters. They are not as good as your Pure Yang inheritance robe. But speaking of gifts,
But there is one. When I traveled around the world, I found a good seedling in Nancheng. Although she is a girl, she is born with a pure Yang body. As long as she can solve a few minor problems in her body, she will be a good successor."
"I wonder if you are interested?"
Say this.
Wei Yang hasn't spoken yet.
Xu Yang and Bai Jie were excited and looked at Wei Yang expectantly.
Why are disciples and grandchildren not prospering in Chunyang Palace?
Isn't it just because Lu Zu's inheritance has very high requirements?
But it's not just that you have talent, you also need to match the cultivation talent of Chunyang inheritance. Otherwise, even if you become a disciple, it will only be a waste of time.
For example.
Fortunately for Xu Yang, although he is not a pure yang body, he still has some yang attributes. If he works hard enough and has some opportunities, he can achieve some achievements.
Bai Jie, Bai Xiaolu, and Bai Xiaohua are purely the soy sauce of Chunyang Palace.
The three of them can enter Chunyang Palace purely because of their friendship with old friends and help take care of them. Moreover, the three of them practice only the basic techniques of Chunyang Palace and have other inheritance.
In other words, today's Chunyang Palace is actually about to expire.
If we don't continue to add new blood, Chunyang Palace will exist in name only in a hundred years.
Wei Yang also knew this.
It's just the talent of a pure Yang body. Not to mention the Pure Yang Palace, any sect likes it. After all, pure Yang-type skills are not unique to the Pure Yang Palace.
Is this old Taoist priest so kind?
"Lao Qiu, it sounds very good, and I'm very excited, but why don't you accept such a talented child? Wudang also has Chunyang Kung Fu, right?" Wei Yang asked with a smile.
The sloppy old Taoist priest said: "There is no shortage of disciples in Wudang, and I have tried, but that kid has no chance with me."
So simple?
Wei Yang didn't believe it.
But having said this, I still have to give it a try.
If he really wants to be accepted into his sect, the next generation of Chunyang Palace will have hope.
"If that's the case, then I'll give it a try and see if there's any fate with me." Wei Yang smiled.
The sloppy old Taoist priest said: "So, is this great gift sincere enough?"
"That's enough."
"Haha, that's good. Come on, add us on WeChat and I'll send you the information about the child." The sloppy old Taoist priest smiled happily, and then took out a brand new Apple Fourteen from his tattered Taoist robe.
Wei Yang:???
"Add WeChat, why are you so dumbfounded? Brother, you don't think that our Qimen still rely on flying cranes to communicate as before, right? It's too old-fashioned. WeChat is so convenient now. You can send a voice message as long as there is a signal.
From all over the world, I received it in an instant, this is even worse than a great supernatural power." The sloppy old Taoist priest exclaimed in amazement.
Wei Yang said: "WeChat is awesome, but you, Lao Qiu, are awesome too. I don't even have your mobile phone."
"Hey, yes, it's the latest model. I saw that others were too slow to buy it online, so I went abroad to buy it. Not to mention, it's pretty good, but it's a bit expensive." The sloppy old Taoist priest responded happily.
Wei Yang said: "Lao Qiu, do you think we are friends now?"
The sloppy old Taoist priest was stunned and said with a smile: "Of course, I'm serious."
Wei Yang smiled and said: "I'm serious, since we are friends, then my juniors are also your juniors, right?"
The sloppy old Taoist suddenly felt something was wrong and asked warily: "Brother, what do you mean?"
Wei Yang smiled and said: "You have already used Apple Fourteen. Do you think I am a disciple and grandson? Don't you give me a greeting gift? I don't force it. How about giving each of them an Apple Fourteen?"
The sloppy old Taoist priest couldn't laugh or cry: "You squandered this little money?"
Wei Yang sighed: "It's mainly because I'm jealous, I don't even have it."
"Buy it, you must buy it. How about I give you two of them together with my brother's?" the sloppy old Taoist priest said angrily.
"You are open-minded." Wei Yang bared his teeth and smiled.
More than thirty minutes later, the minibus arrived at the airport.
After saying goodbye to the old Taoist priest.
Wei Yang looked at Xu Yang and Bai Jie and said, "You go back first, I'll go to Nancheng."
"Ah? Master Patriarch, let's follow you. We can also take care of you nearby." Bai Jie said quickly.
Wei Yang smiled and said: "I'm not even 70 or 80 years old. If you need any care, you go back and wait. If you're lucky, I'll bring you a little junior sister back."
Then Wei Yang looked at Yang Qingxue and Zhang Xiaoqian and said, "You two, what are your plans?"
Yang Qingxue smiled and said: "It's time for me to go back. I will have to trouble Senior Wei to take care of this child Xiaoqian from now on."
Wei Yang said: "In this case, let Xiaoqian follow me."
"Ah?" Zhang Xiaoqian was stunned.
Wei Yang smiled and said, "Do you have any objections?"
Zhang Xiaoqian couldn't help but look at Yang Qingxue.
Yang Qingxue said earnestly and sincerely: "My child, you have to walk your own path. Ask your own heart what you want to do."
Zhang Xiaoqian pursed her lips, then looked at Wei Yang: "Okay."
Wei Yang said: "Then you go buy a ticket and go to Nancheng."