Song Shuhang still easily completed the morning test.
Taking advantage of his free time, he opened the Jiuzhou No. 1 group to have a look.
In the chat log in the group, there is a selfie photo sent by Fairy Lychee, which is beautiful and speechless. She seems to have just moved to a new cave today, so she took a lot of selfies in a row, each of which is pleasing to the eye.
The following are the likes of the online seniors in the group.
However, without the two main navy forces of Beihe Sanlang and Mad Saber Three Waves, the Jiuzhou No. 1 group has generally been much quieter these days.
As soon as Song Shuhang went online, True Monarch Huangshan noticed him.
True Monarch Yellow Mountain quickly asked, "Little friend Shuhang, how has Venerable White been recently?"
"All is well, everything is fine." Song Shuhang replied, and at the same time he immediately thought of yesterday's hard desert experience: "But after Senior White was promoted to the seventh-grade Spirit Venerable, he has an additional 'real illusory' skill, this skill. The old man is amazing, oh my god!"
True Monarch Huangshan made a 'sweaty' expression.
Recently, he felt very sad when he communicated with Song Shuhang. I always felt that Song Shuhang was living in dire straits every day.
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At this time, the senior pharmacist, who was thousands of miles away, calmly closed his mobile phone.
As soon as Song Shuhang went online just now, he wanted to speak and ask about safety, and said that he might go back in the next few days. But he writes slowly...
When he was only halfway through writing, Song Shuhang in the group just happened to say that Senior Bai had realized the 'real illusion' skill, and the pharmacist immediately deleted the news that he had worked so hard to write.
Then he continued diving silently, pretending that he didn't see Song Shuhang.
After the pharmacist closed the phone, he called out, "Is Ziyan there?"
"It's been here all the time." Jiang Ziyan's voice came from downstairs, and said quietly.
At this moment, she was staring at the computer screen in a daze - on the screen was the appearance of the pharmacist carefully closing the phone. Well, Jiang Ziyan installed a camera in the pharmacist's room, which is very advanced. She also did various magic treatments on it, and the camera was not found by the pharmacist for the time being.
With a disciple like her, the pharmacist is also very hard, in various senses.
"There will be a guest coming soon. It's an old friend of mine. You can go and buy something to eat, and then bring the good 'Xianyi Brew' from our jar." The pharmacist said.
"Xian Yi Niang?" Jiang Ziyan nodded slightly, this is a precious medicinal wine, the pharmacist is usually reluctant to drink more, but this time he even took it out to entertain friends, it seems that the other party has a high status in the pharmacist's heart.
"Is it a man or a woman?" Jiang Ziyan asked, this is the point!
"Men!" The pharmacist replied calmly - he was used to it, and his answer was neat and tidy.
"Okay, I'll get it done soon." Jiang Ziyan turned off the computer and replied.
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Soon, the pharmacist's friend came over.
It was a Taoist with a fairy-like style and a childish face. He stroked the dust with one hand and was dressed in Taoist clothing. His current identity is a Taoist priest registered in Huaxia, so he usually wears Taoist attire to go out on weekdays.
After the Taoist entered the door, he let out a loud laugh: "Pharmacist, the old Tao is here."
The pharmacist greeted him and gave the Taoist a warm hug.
The two were seated, and Jiang Ziyan obediently stepped forward and served wine for the two of them. In front of outsiders, she has always given face to the pharmacist and played her role as a 'well-behaved and obedient' disciple.
"Xian Yi Niang, Wuyinzi is your favorite." The pharmacist raised his glass and clinked with Daoist Wuyinzi.
"Hehe, the old Taoist can only taste this fairy brewing with you." Wuyinzi sighed.
After three rounds of drinking, Wuyinzi was slightly drunk: "Pharmacist, you are still young, but the old man is really old."
The pharmacist's hands froze slightly, and he sighed softly.
Wuyinzi and the pharmacist are of the same generation, and in terms of cultivation talent, they are even higher than the pharmacist. It's just that in the past years, Wuyinzi suffered a fatal injury, injuring the root of the Dao, and his lifespan was greatly damaged.
And the strength remains in the realm of the fourth grade, and has not made progress for hundreds of years. If Wuyinzi can't think of a way to advance, I'm afraid it will be close to the end of his life.
"You don't need to sigh for Laodao, for so many years, Laodao has long been used to it." Wuyinzi laughed, then he nodded slightly towards Jiang Ziyan who was holding wine, and changed the subject: "It's still your disciple Ziyan. Pretty girl."
Jiang Ziyan smiled proudly.
The pharmacist chuckled in agreement.
"The disciple that Lao Dao just accepted, but Lao Dao is often annoyed that he can't wait to slap him with a palm!" When talking about his own disciple, Lao Dao looked constipated.
"When did you accept your disciple, Wuyinzi?" The pharmacist asked in confusion.
"Just over ten years ago, I met a successor who was very suitable to inherit my mantle." Wuyinzi recalled: "You also know my situation. I have been looking for a successor who can inherit my mantle for a long time. It's just that I haven't been able to find a suitable disciple. Seeing that I don't have much time, I finally met one, so I accepted him as a disciple regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one."
Regardless of thirty seven twenty one? The pharmacist asked suspiciously, "What's so weird about your disciple?"
"Yeah... That's a Westerner. But since he became my disciple, he has settled down in China." Wuyinzi sighed.
"It's a little uncomfortable. After all, we have never accepted Western disciples. However, your situation is special, and everyone can understand it to some extent." The pharmacist nodded.
It's just that even Western disciples wouldn't make Wuyinzi so annoyed, right
"I first accepted that stupid guy to name a disciple for me, and then I was going to teach him the exercises to make him build a foundation. Do you know what he said?" Wuyinzi drank his drink and said: "The stupid guy said: Huaxia Isn't martial arts from Shaolin? He said that he wants to practice Shaolin Kungfu! Golden bell hood, iron cloth shirt! There are also seventy-two Shaolin stunts!"
The pharmacist's face twitched.
"I slapped that idiot angrily, I'm a Taoist priest!" Wuyinzi gritted his teeth.
"But do you know? After I smoked that stupid guy, that stupid guy went to the barber shop that night, shaved himself a bald scoop, and returned to me triumphantly—you think about it, my sect is a Taoist sect , but mixed in with a great Western monk, if it wasn't for me having a little face in the sect, this idiot would have been kicked out by the people in the sect!"
"In order to pass on my legacy, I endured it. I took him to practice hard, and finally let him complete the foundation building. Then, I officially held a ceremony for him and accepted him as a direct disciple. Have you put forward any conditions - that fool even asked me to iron his ring scar! Isn't it all about ironing when he is officially a monk?"
"Ring scar, have you ever seen someone from Daomen burn a ring scar?"
"In the end, this idiot haunted me for a whole year! I was so depressed that I could only burn him four times."
When he said this, Wuyinzi had an expression of not wanting to live: "However, this guy said: Don't all monks in the movie have six ring scars? I must give him two more hot spots."
"I was so angry that I slapped him on the spot."
"Then... The next day, that idiot, he went back and made up two ring scars for himself! I slapped him again!"
"That's fine... Finally, he has reached the realm of three orifices, and I really can't stand his tossing, so I arranged a ceremony for him to go down the mountain. Originally, our sect had to have a third-rank cultivation base before we could go down the mountain, but the head of the sect. The younger brother was also tormented by this guy, so he and I went through the apprenticeship ceremony for him. On the day of apprenticeship, I got him a Taoist robe, a magical weapon, a body protector and a magical sword."
"But that idiot... that day, the outer skin of the cassock was pasted on the outside of the Taoist robe! Then he quietly approached the teacher and brother, and replaced the flying sword with a broken 'Vajra', which made me mad! I was ruthless again. Punched him."
"A few years later, I went to see him again. This idiot even learned a few Buddhist scriptures. I don't know where I got the "Ksitigarbha Sutra of Crossing the Soul", and I saved a lot of dead souls. The light of merit."
"If you don't look at his foundation, everyone will think that he is a Buddhist disciple! I don't have the face to take him back to my sect now!" With that, Wuyinzi filled himself with a glass again.
This disciple also cultivates both Taoism and Buddhism, internal Taoism, and external Buddhism
When the pharmacist heard the last, the corners of his mouth twitched.
Is there such a coincidence in this world? He thought of what Song Shuhang had told him, the foreign monk who had committed the murder on the train and was honorably arrested...
Isn't that foreign monk the disciple of the old friend in front of him
Thinking of this, the pharmacist asked secretly: "Wuyinzi, what about your stupid disciple?"
"Not long ago, I went to play in the prison." Wuyinzi gritted his teeth: "Not long ago, for some reason, he put himself in prison. I learned the news and immediately used the relationship to get him out. But I didn't expect that idiot to be addicted to the prison and refused to come out. He said that he would come out after he was promoted to the second rank after climbing the Dragon Terrace. I was so mad! He, beat him for ten days and ten nights!"
The pharmacist raised his head and put on a sigh - no way, if he didn't look up, he was afraid that he would laugh out loud in front of his friends, which would be too rude.
Needless to say, the Daozi of this old friend is the foreign monk Song Shuhang said.
It's a coincidence~
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Time flies, and another day of exams is over.
Song Shuhang went home and carefully opened the door.
He didn't go in right away, but leaned in and took a look inside. After seeing that it was a normal backyard scene, he was slightly relieved.
Then, he cautiously stepped into half of his body, clutching the door tightly with one hand.
After confirming that he was safe and sound again, he entered the house with confidence.
"Little friend Shuhang, you're back." Venerable Bai was in the small courtyard and seemed to be waiting for Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Senior, aren't you cultivating today?"
"It's finished." Venerable White smiled and said, "Shuhang, what exercises have you learned? I've been bothering you for the past few days. Let me guide you in your practice today!"
When Shuhang heard this, he was overjoyed!