Guo Shishi smiled bitterly in his heart, he knew that he could not refuse at all. Fortunately, he doesn't have any taboos, and it is a good thing for him to learn art from a teacher. He said: "Master, um, you are the second master of Twelve." He respectfully saluted the dead tree.
Withered wood showed a smile on his iron-like face. He didn't care what Guo Shishi said. As long as he accepted himself as a teacher, everything would be easy to talk about. He nodded and said, "Okay, we're going to fly over, don't move..."
He took the two of them up from the high platform and flew forward quickly.
After a while, the dead wood and the two landed on the halfway of a mountain, where there was a small building. He said: "This is the place where the sect is responsible for the registration of the disciples, and it is also the hall where the disciples accept the tasks of the sect. Let's go in."
There were two inner disciples standing at the door. When they saw the dead wood bringing people in, they hurriedly saluted and said, "I have seen my uncle."
Withered Wood said indifferently: "Who is on duty today?"
One of the inner disciples said, "It's Uncle Yan Ling who is on duty, I'll inform you."
Withered Wood said: "No need!" He walked in with Guo Shishi and Yingmo.
The two inner sect disciples glanced at Guo Twelve suspiciously, as if they were very curious about this boy dressed as a little savage, and did not know what the great uncle brought him here. A disciple's expression suddenly changed, and he whispered, "It's broken! It's a big trouble."
Yan Ling was a middle-aged man, wearing a silver-white robe, covered with spots of wine stains. He was half-lying on the ground without any image, holding a large green gourd in his hand, and drank from time to time with his eyes closed. On a sip, a scent of wine wafts everywhere. Withered Wood walked in and couldn't help frowning.
"Yan Ling!"
Yan Ling waved his hand and said drunkenly, "It's okay...don't disturb Lao Tzu to drink... Uh! Uh! Ah, it's so cool..."
"asshole!"
The dead wood raised his hand and slapped it with a slap, and the green-skinned gourd exploded with a "pop", and the wine immediately flowed. Yan Ling jumped up abruptly and cursed: "Fuck... Who is it... My wine..." When he opened his eyes and saw that it was dead wood, he couldn't help being stunned. In any case, he never thought that uncle would come here. Usually, this is the most leisurely place, and the lobby where the task is released next door is lively.
"Hehe, it's Uncle Withered Wood, hehe, hehehe, uh! This... It's the disciple... Hehe, the disciple didn't pay attention... Hehe, cough..." He was already confused, and he actually scolded the most difficult person in the Chenxiao Sect. .
Withered Wood sneered: "You are on duty, not in a tavern! Go back if you don't want to do it!"
Yan Ling wanted to cry but had no tears. He secretly cursed the two inner disciples who were guarding the gate outside, but he didn't even notify, which made him suffer a big loss. How did he know that the dead wood did not let the notification, how did the two disciples dare to come in and report the letter.
"Yes, yes... Uncle Shi, all the disciples are ignorant, hehe, the disciple must change, must change... By the way, Uncle Shi, you are here... Is there anything I need the help of the disciple?"
Kumu didn't intend to pursue it any further, he said, "Give me a formality, the direct disciple I received, and another inner disciple for me."
Yan Ling was startled and asked in surprise, "Uncle Shi, have you accepted an apprentice?"
Withered wood said angrily: "What? I can't accept apprentices?"
Yan Ling hurriedly said: "No, no, I am... This is... Hehe, congratulations to the uncle, congratulations to the uncle, and congratulations to the younger brother!" Although he drank too much, he was still sober, knowing what he said just now No, I hurriedly changed my words to congratulate, so that the dead wood would not go crazy.
Withered Wood is famous for being picky and difficult in Chen Xiaozong, and until now he is all alone. Chen Xiaozong once asked him to be the first to choose a disciple in a large-scale recruiting activity, but this guy turned around and said, "It's all trash!" and left, making all the high-level people angry vomiting blood.
I didn't expect that this time I actually took the initiative to accept a direct disciple. This is a big event. Withered Wood's strength is definitely ranked in the top three in Chen Xiaozong. Some of the ancestor-level masters in the sect can't compare to him. He enjoys a high prestige in the sect.
Yan Ling began to register the roster. This is a necessary procedure and involves the welfare rights and obligations of the sect. Direct disciples are a special existence in the sect. They have a higher status than the inner sect disciples. They hardly need to take over the tasks of the sect. They can hold some leisurely but important positions. Yan Ling was a direct disciple.
"Uncle Shi, when you accept disciples, you must report to the Sect Master and the Council of Elders, hehe."
The procedure is very simple, mainly asking for the name and age, and then leaving the shadow of a real person.
Yan Ling said: "Okay, junior brother, this is your identity talisman. Please hang it on your waist and keep it carefully. If you lose it, you must renew it." It's a nice little thing to hang on your belt.
Then he made an inner disciple's talisman for Eagle Demon, and marked it as an inner disciple who served withered wood. This is just borrowing the name of the dead tree, in fact, the Eagle Demon still follows Guo Shishi.
Yan Ling explained: "Someone will come over soon, tailor clothes for you, and deliver all kinds of items. You can just sign for it when the time comes."
Withered Wood asked, "Are you alright?"
Yan Ling was in a cold sweat and said, "It's good, it's good..." He explained some precautions again. He couldn't help but make it clear that if Guo Twelve encountered something he didn't understand in the future, and the dead tree took anger at him again, it would be troublesome.
After explaining everything clearly, Yan Ling said, "Uncle, it's alright."
Guo Twelve smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother."
Yan Ling felt a sense of flattery, and said repeatedly: "No thanks, no thanks... Haha, we will be brothers in the future, let's get closer, haha."
Withered Wood said lightly: "Let's go."
After the three of the dead wood left, Yan Ling shouted loudly: "Two little bastards come in! Damn... your skin is itchy, isn't it? You dare to play tricks on Lao Tzu, get in here! Damn... Shishu didn't say a word when he came, Sincerely watch Lao Tzu's jokes? Huh?"
Two inner sect disciples rushed in, one of the disciples cried and said, "Uncle, it's the uncle who didn't let us report it. You can't blame us..."
Yan Ling kicked over and scolded: "Can't you be a bit louder, let me be prepared?"
The two disciples grimaced and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry! It's all the disciple's fault. Your lord has a lot of it, so please spare us."
Yan Ling glanced at the broken green gourd and said, "Okay, do you admit the beating or the punishment?"
A disciple said tremblingly: "How about admitting the fight... how about admitting the punishment? Let the disciple... have a choice..."
"If you admit the fight, let Lao Tzu beat you up. If you admit the punishment, just buy me two gourd wines!"
The two inner disciples said in a row, "Acknowledging the punishment, we will accept the punishment!" Just kidding, if you admit the fight, half your life will be lost, of course, you will admit the punishment, and buying two gourd wine is not too expensive.
Yan Ling smirked and said, "Very good, my wine is Biguo wine."
The faces of the two disciples suddenly turned blue. Biguo wine is not cheap, it is one of the best wines of Chen Xiaozong, but the two of them did not dare to refuse, so they could only agree with a bitter face.
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Withered wood took Guo Twelve back to his residence. It was a small manor, backed by a mountain, which was his private property. There are very few people in his manor, most of them are ordinary people, and he is a lonely man. He has neither wife, children, nor disciples. This small village is his home.
Although the manor is small, there are quite a few houses. There are more than 100 houses in it, which is far from Luo Jie's large manor.
Withered Wood briefly introduced the people in the small manor, one housekeeper, two cooks, two old gardeners, four little servants, and nine ordinary people to take care of this small manor. It can be seen that the dead wood basically does not ask anything, Zhuangzi looks very dilapidated, many houses have been damaged, and it is impossible to live in at all.
Withered Wood said, "Lao Yu, find some clean houses for Twelve to live in."
Lao Yu is the housekeeper of the dead tree, an ordinary person in his fifties, who looks very calm. His name is Yu Jie, and he has been in charge of the management of Xiao Zhuangzi since he was in his thirties, and he has lived a very hard life. Because the dead wood is a hands-off shopkeeper, throw him some talisman money when he thinks of it, even if he can't think of it, it is not easy for him to support this family.
Yu Jie said, "Yes, my lord." With a happy look on his face, he finally had a young master. He said, "I'm going to prepare right now, but... sir..."
Withered wood frowned and asked, "What's the matter? Say it... What are you hesitating about?"
Yu Jie said: "There is no food at home, and there is still a little meat..."
Withered Wood said: "If you don't have it, go buy it."
Yu Jie smiled bitterly: "Master, we have no money..."
Guo Twelve couldn't help but burst into joy, he said, "Master, go and rest, I'll leave it here."
Withered wood showed a hint of embarrassment, he never thought of this, and said, "Okay, Twelve will be responsible for everything in the house in the future, you all listen to him." After speaking, he walked into his room.
Yu Jie was dumbfounded and asked a half-year-old child to be the housekeeper. This master is too irresponsible.
Guo Shishi took out a talisman bag and said, "Uncle Yu, you can call someone else." Yu Jie was taken aback and said, "Don't call me uncle, call me Lao Yu, or the housekeeper."
Guo Twelve smiled and said, "It doesn't matter at home, Uncle Yu, call someone over."
Yu Jie called all the people in the manor. Guo Shishi couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was really old and young. He took out more than a dozen bags of flour and a lot of meat, and said, "Take it and prepare dinner." These are the supplies he brought.
Yu Jie was overjoyed, he was about to die of poverty, and said, "Okay, okay, thank you young master."
Everyone gathered in the small courtyard. Guo Shishi asked, "What does the talisman money look like here?"
Yu Jie smiled bitterly: "We don't have any money anymore."
The Eagle Demon shook his head, this dead tree is too unwilling to live, and it was so miserable.
Guo Twelve sighed and said, "Okay, let's do this first, and I'll find a way later."
Yu Jie asked everyone to take away the food and fresh meat, and whispered, "If the master doesn't come back, we will be hungry."
Guo Shishi nodded and said, "Uncle Yu, don't worry, there will be me in the future."
At this moment, I heard the bang bang of the gate of the courtyard, and someone shouted from outside: "Hey! Open the door!"