The Alchemy Sect has not seen an eighth-level alchemist for many years. Most of the eighth-level elixirs are extremely effective. Just think about the original Guiyuan Pill. Unexpectedly, after Mu Yu helped old man Shouge clean up the wood residue outside his body, old man Shouge actually broke through the shackles that had troubled him for decades and became an eighth-level alchemist!
"That's awesome. Old guy, hurry up and pay the fee and give me dozens of seventh-level elixirs." Mu Yu rubbed his legs and almost stopped drooling.
"Dozens of seventh-level elixirs? Am I a jelly bean? He said that we are two bastards. Shut up and be polite to him from now on. He is now a highly respected Taoist of Yuande. When we meet, we must be like Ji Liangcai just now. "Kneel down three times and kowtow nine times, you know?" the old man guarding the pavilion said smugly.
Mu Yu directly threw the teacup on the table at the old man Shouge. The teacup was shattered into nothingness before he missed the old man.
"The purpose of my coming there is not just to show off my identity as an eighth-level alchemist, right?" Looking at the arrogant look of the old man Shouge, Kumu resisted the thought of smashing the tea cup over. It has always been his favorite thing to do.
The old man guarding the pavilion unbuttoned the Taoist robe, and the Taoist robe was half drooped on both sides, revealing the dirty cloth underneath, which completely destroyed the image of the Taoist priest with high moral character and respectability.
"Isn't it really tiring to dress so grandly?" The old man guarding the pavilion simply took off all his luxurious robes and threw them to the ground. "If you don't want to, just refuse the summons from the Third Palace. He is really too lazy to go out. I don't know if the old man has to go out. Is it very hard?"
"Why did the Sanchong Palace summon me?" Mu Yu suppressed a laugh, seeing that the tattered cloth of the old man guarding the pavilion was obviously more friendly than the noble Taoist robe.
"I am very sorry for those messy Yumeng Demon Tribe incidents. Now the Sanzhong Continent is becoming more and more uneasy, and the activities of the Yumeng Demon Tribe are becoming more and more frequent. All cultivators who are still in the tribulation period are requested to go to the Sanzhong Palace to stand by. ." The old man guarding the pavilion arranged some of his tattered clothes in a serious manner.
"Do I know where the Triple Palace is?" Mu Yu has always heard from his master that the Triple Palace is mysterious and unpredictable. No one knows the exact location of the Triple Palace. Unexpectedly, the old man guarding the pavilion actually asked to go to the Triple Palace.
"Of course, the Triple Palace is there..." When the old man who kept the pavilion said that, his face suddenly showed a trace of confusion. He scratched his nose and said, "He knows where it is, but he can't tell. The Triple Palace is beside him. There is some kind of restriction, and once he wants to tell the location of the Triple Palace, he will temporarily lose his memory."
"Is that possible?" Mu Yu felt that the mysterious three-layered palace leg section really reached the sky! The old man guarding the pavilion has reached the stage of transcending tribulation, but his body is still restricted by the triple palace. So how powerful are the defenders behind the triple palace
"I'm going to the Third Palace to stay on call. How long should I stay?" Kumu frowned.
The old man guarding the pavilion shrugged his shoulders and said: "Who knows! The Sanchong Palace asked them to assign them to do something to prepare for the defeat of the Yumon Demon Clan. He didn't know what the specific matter was. Anyway, he looked at the time very quickly. Morning, let’s go shopping! He heard us talk about Fifty Mile Park in the South, so he came there to have a look, but he didn’t expect to meet us two little bastards.”
"What does the Sanchong Palace ask us to do? Does he want to gather together all the older generations who have been in the Tribulation Period in the Sanchong Continent?" Mu Yu continued to ask.
Many sects actually have powerful high-leg walking skills that can transcend the tribulation period. Even the Danding sect is definitely not the only one who has the fault of the old man guarding the pavilion. But no matter which sect, when facing the problem of Yumeng Demon Clan, they have to obey the orders of the Triple Palace. The Three-layer Palace issued an order that all the high-legged people in the Tribulation Period must go, which would deny the absolute majesty of the Three-layer Palace.
"That's not true, so he asked some of them to go. He saw the Red Ape Demon King two days ago, and that guy seemed to want to go there. Oh, that's wrong, the Red Ape Demon King told him at the beginning that Mu Yu I'm a little bastard who went to hell on earth. He always thought that I was a serious person, so why can't I change my evil ways?" The old man Shouge put on a venerable attitude again and said to Muyu sadly. .
"Damn it! Is there anything wrong with him there?" Mu Yu's face was full of black lines.
"Whoever goes there will be fine?" The old man guarding the pavilion blinked and said with a bad smile.
"Damn it, he can't explain it to me!" Mu Yu blushed. How come he, a young man with pure views, always gets asked to throw dirty water on him
"Of course there's no way to explain that kind of thing clearly. It's good to be young! You can spend your body freely. Unlike them, they have to twist their waists even if they do strenuous exercise in bed..." The old man guarding the pavilion thumped his back. Back, he said enviously.
When Mu Yu saw the action of the old man guarding the pavilion, he suddenly remembered what Ximen had unfortunately said, "Someone there might not be the righteous and awe-inspiring elder I met in Pingyue." He widened his eyes: "Okay! I Is this old bastard also going to hell on earth?"
The old man guarding the pavilion snorted, puffed up his chest solemnly and said: "He is a highly respected Taoist of Yuande, a famous eighth-level alchemist, a being respected by everyone in Tiandong, and now he is not my uncle. I think Everyone is as full of nonsense as I am!"
Damn it! Why don't you want face like the Red Ape Demon King
Mu Yu has been squeezed out by the old man guarding the pavilion and has nothing to say. If he had the strength, he would definitely beat the old guy up so that he would not act like a pretentious person and take advantage of Mu Yu everywhere. look.
"Okay, he doesn't want to talk nonsense with me anymore. The old man wants to return to the Alchemy Sect, can I send him back?" Mu Yu decided not to continue talking nonsense with the old man Shouge. Now that there is no wood residue outside the body of the old man Shouge, his cultivation level has also increased greatly, and Mu Yu no longer has any control over the old guy's legs.
"Ah? Bastard Kumu wants to return to the Alchemy Sect? The sun is coming out in the west." The old man guarding the pavilion looked at Kumu in surprise.
With a livid face, Deadwood said bluntly: "Isn't that old man who doesn't want to let down Xue'er?"
"Oh, is it so easy to be his son-in-law? Call me dad first!" The old man guarding the pavilion chuckled.
Kumu stood up and slammed the door directly.
"Look, with his kind of virtue, I really don't know if he has been in bad luck for eight lifetimes or something. If he is his son-in-law, who will take care of him in the future? What a shame!" The old man guarding the pavilion hummed. He said in a chirping tone, then his eyes fell on Mu Yu and asked, "Should I give him a pension for his great uncle?"
When Mu Yu heard the word "retirement", he was so happy. He had a ridiculously high level of cultivation and begged them to provide for him. With his status, he had many people rushing to serve him just by saying a word. He was in great demand. Worried about retirement
Does the old guy want to forcefully have a relationship with Mu Yu by relying on his identity as dead wood's uncle, so that he can keep his mouth shut when he asks Mu Yu to remove the wood residue in the future
Mu Yu resisted the urge to swear and said: "Okay, okay, one day in the future, when I die, he will send me a wreath with a diameter of 1.5 meters. Speaking of which, when Kumu returned to the Danding Sect, I can guarantee his safety." ?”
"I'm relieved. Shi Dengtian doesn't dare to offend Kumu's east leg now. Because of me, those old guys don't dare to offend Kumu and me! If Kumu returns to the Alchemy Sect, everyone will protect Kumu closely. Things like this will definitely never happen again. Shi Dengtian was also forced to swear in front of all the elders that Kumudong would kill his legs. If something happens to Kumudong, Shi Dengtian will definitely be severely punished!" The old man guarding the pavilion was rare. He said seriously what Mu Yu wanted to hear.
"That's best!" Mu Yu was relieved when he heard that. The Dan Ding sect was closely monitored by Taoist Yundan, and Shi Dengtian Ruming should not do any small tricks. This time in the Danding Sect, it was difficult to guarantee the safety of Deadwood due to the Danding Formation. That time when he returned to the Danding Sect, Kumu was free, and Mu Yu Ruming was not the little ancestor of the Danding Sect. With Mu Yu's relationship, many people must have rushed to protect Kumu, but they were afraid of Shi Dengtian again. What legs and feet.
Bu Nao Muyu remembered something. Zai Wanwan said that someone was secretly spying on the two of them, and he didn't quite believe the guards of Baicaotang.
"Well, Senior Shouge, I will personally escort the dead wood back to the Danding Sect safely. It won't take me much time anyway, okay?" Mu Yu said.
The old man guarding the pavilion spread his legs helplessly: "Okay, okay! What can he say? He only knows how to send his old bones and a few heartless juniors, how come no one loves him!"
Mu Yu's unique ability to control wood is simply the ancestor of an alchemist. It also helped the old man Shuge a lot, allowing him to successfully become an alchemist in the tribulation period, adding to the dead wood. Naturally, he could not refuse the relationship with his daughter.
"Then thank you in advance. If anyone wants to get rid of the wood residue in the future, just come to him and get a 10% discount." Mu Yu patted the old man Shou Ge's shoulder in a casual manner and said leisurely.
The old man Shouge's eyes twitched. At Mu Yu's price, let alone 10% off, even 50% off would be too expensive!
"Okay, okay, his little ancestor." The old man Shouge looked at Mu Yu's harmless smile and sighed in his heart. He patted his forehead with some pain. He asked to be blackmailed once after removing wood residue. It was simply deceiving. Too many people. Is it like Zhou Yu hitting Huang Gai, one is willing to hit and the other is willing to suffer, Mu Yu has caught the weakness of all the alchemists, even the old man who guards the pavilion cannot stand up in front of Mu Yu.
Refining higher-level elixirs will accumulate more dregs outside the body. I'm afraid that if the old man refines a few eighth-level elixirs in the future, a lot of dregs will accumulate outside his body to trouble him. It's time to find Mu Yu again to cure his stubborn illness.
"Okay, I'll go out first. He told Mr. Kumu to shut up." Mu Yu directly ordered the guest to go east.
"Damn it, do we, master and apprentice, need to memorize something wrong? Even dead wood is his son-in-law. Will we be able to speak two different languages as a family in the future?" the old man guarding the pavilion scolded.
"They begged for sentimental farewell words. Keke begged to wipe away her tears. Do I listen?" Mu Yu asked.
The old man guarding the pavilion rolled his eyes and said with interest: "Really? He has never seen Ku Mu and I shed tears. He wants to hear it."
"He doesn't want me to listen." Mu Yu pushed the old man Shuge out without saying a word.
The old man who kept the pavilion stood up with his lips curled up, walked halfway and then turned back.
"That's wrong. Now, can he be an old god that everyone respects? Wearing those clothes will have a bad influence. Please establish his high-respect image." He put on the gorgeous clothes again. The whole process was a bit laborious, and the clothes seemed to look a little awkward. Somewhat small. Mu Yu walked over and pulled his sleeves, and cursed: "I'm not an eighth-level alchemist of the Alchemy Sect, but I'm so poor that I can't afford bigger clothes?"