A violent roar came from the bamboo house on the top of Xianxia Mountain.
"Tell me. What's going on?"
"Master, it's none of my sister's business. It was Long Yao who stole Master's peach blossom wine because he was greedy. If Master wants to punish him, just punish Long Yao." Long Yao knelt in the main hall and looked at the old man on the bamboo chair in frustration.
.It’s only been a day. It’s such a failure to be discovered. He lowered his eyes and replied in despair.
"Huh." The old man snorted coldly, his snow-white beard raised up, and he frowned slightly. His heart ached extremely. Peach blossom wine was a wine he had treasured for many years. He usually couldn't bear to take a sip, but today his friend came and prepared to serve it out to entertain everyone.
Fan. I found that one bottle was missing! One bottle. He had only drank half of the bottle in two years. He glared at Long Yao angrily. Looking at Qingyan outside the door who had not yet come over, he became even more angry.
"This time, I will not let you off lightly." His cold face was filled with coldness. He was even more angry when he saw Qingyan slowly walking outside the door.
"Master." Qingyan called weakly, and a touch of pink spread on her fair face. Seeing the way Long Yao winked at her, Qingyan knew that the master knew. And looking at it, he seemed quite angry.
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"Hmph, I don't have two disciples like you. How dare you steal all of my treasures? You know my temper. This time, I will punish you when Long Yao is still young.
I have been shutting myself up and thinking about it for three months. As for Qingyan, you have to go down the mountain to practice as a teacher and find a wine that tastes better than peach blossom wine before you can come back! Huh, get out!"
The old man stroked his white beard and frowned.
"Haha, old man, you've been training your apprentices so early in the morning. I haven't seen you in more than six years. Why don't you bring out your peach blossom wine to entertain the guests?" Suddenly, a rich voice came over. Qingyan looked back and only
Seeing that there was no one at the door, an old man in purple appeared out of thin air. He walked in laughing.
"Yao'er, this old man punished you again? Tsk tsk, I asked you to learn from me but you chose such a stubborn and pedantic old man. Do you regret it? If you regret it, just follow the old man and I will go back and teach you martial arts." The old man ignored Bai Yi.
The old man glared angrily and said to himself with a smile on his face.
The old man in white stood up and raised his fist. "Lao Yi, Lao Yi, are you confused? Back then, I asked you to snatch it away from that brat Mu Chen. Now you have even paid attention to my Long Yao? Humph, let me go if you feel itchy.
I'll take care of you!" After the old man said that, the two figures had already flown out of the door.
There was a big fight. Suddenly, there was a flurry of excitement, and then they were interrupted by a cold and somewhat familiar voice.
"Master, Uncle Xian, are you competing in martial arts?" The man in black clothes smiled lightly as he looked at the two people fighting in mid-air.
He has a tall nose, thin lips, and sword-like eyebrows that slant into the strands of black hair under the temples. He has an extraordinary handsome profile and impeccable facial contours. His black hair is tied with a white ribbon, and he is dressed in ink.
The clothes are made of silk and satin. There is a long silk tassel tied around the waist, a piece of mutton-fat white jade is tied on it, and the outer cover is soft smoke and light gauze. The eyebrows are long, the eyes are slender and gentle, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the skin is fair. Full of nobility.
"Oh, isn't this my good disciple?" The old man in purple smiled happily and surrounded the man in black.
"Hmph, is your good disciple as good as my Sword Immortal's? Yan'er came out to spar with his disciple." The old man in white said unconvincedly, his originally angry face was full of treachery.
The two of them are indistinguishable, so let the apprentice compare. Isn't it true that whose apprentice is better depends on the master's martial arts?
"Okay, Chen'er, since you are a prostitute, you should be merciful and don't get hurt. When the time comes, they will come to me desperately." Ziyi glanced sideways at the old man in white.
Qingyan walked out of the bamboo house helplessly. She raised her head. Her starlike eyes slid across Jingnuo. Is it him?
"I didn't expect to meet her again." Mu Chen bowed his hands and the smile in the corners of his eyes widened. He didn't expect to meet her again so soon, which would have cost him a lot of searching in the future.
"Humph." He snorted coldly, showing off his white silk scarf. His pretty face was as cold as ice.
"Eh? Chen'er, do you know that old man's female disciple?" Zi Yi looked doubtfully between the two of them.
"I don't know." A cold and quiet voice filled with coldness.
"I know you." A smile that was full and unrestrained.