Taoist Lingxu and Wang Changshou returned to Yutuo Peak.
Outside the short peak.
Taoist Lingxu asked his eldest disciple: "Disciple, if we ask your junior brother for wine now, will he give it to us or not?"
Wang Changshou shook his head, then nodded. Whether to give it or not, it’s not my wine, how should I know
This is a problem.
"Master, wait a minute. Let me analyze my character carefully!"
Wang Changshou opened his mouth, then covered his chin with one hand and pondered.
After a long while, he said, "I think if it was Master you who wanted to drink, he would definitely give it to you. If it was Master Dao, he would give more!"
Um
Taoist Lingxu was stunned, and looked at his beloved disciple strangely, saying: "Disciple, what do you mean? I, your master, am worse than an outsider?"
"No, Master, that's not what I meant. It's just that my junior brother... likes to kill his acquaintances!"
Wang Changshou nodded.
"Killing an acquaintance? Humph, I still don't believe it. How about we make a bet?"
Taoist Lingxu was a little angry. Although he had never educated his second disciple, after all, this disciple grew up under his protection... so beautiful!
If he was on another mountain and met some fellow disciples with strange tastes, would Chen Changan have such a carefree and happy life
Such a handsome man would most likely have some skin rubbed off!
"What are you betting on, Master?"
Wang Changshou asked, tilting his head.
He couldn't understand. It was clearly a losing game, so why did his master just insist on competing
"The loser will wash the winner's feet for a hundred years!"
Taoist Lingxu said in a muffled voice.
Wang Changshou immediately jumped up and said timidly, "Master, you don't...really want to wash...your disciple's feet!"
"No, no, you are my master, I cannot bear this!"
"Who said that? I want you to wash for Master, to show your filial piety to me for raising you!!"
"But Master... your feet..."
Wang Changshou was a little hesitant, wondering whether he should tell his master that his feet really smelled.
"What happened to my foot?"
Taoist Lingxu asked in confusion.
Looking at his master who was unaware of his own smell, Wang Changshou felt very sad. Perhaps over the past few hundred years, his master had forgotten the fact that his feet smelled!
In order to resist the unique scent of his master, he remembered the crazy days when he practiced desperately and was determined to use the isolation barrier.
Forget it, I won’t say more. Although Master has smelly feet, he has also motivated me to practice hard, which is a good thing.
"Master, your feet contain the aura of the Great Dao. The reason why I have achieved what I have today is also due to the days when I washed your feet every day when I was a child!"
Finally, Wang Changshou smiled.
"Oh? Really? Master, I am stepping on the avenue? How come I don't know it myself!"
Taoist Lingxu looked at his beloved disciple with suspicion, waved his hand gently, and a small tornado rolled up on the ground, and then...
Wang Changshou took three steps back, and spots of light appeared faintly on his nostrils and eyelids...
"You don't feel anything?"
Taoist Lingxu looked confused.
Wang Changshou said in a muffled voice: "Master, let's ask Junior Brother for some wine!"
What else can I say? Some people don’t even know they have athlete’s foot. What can we do
At this time, Zhixi, who had been waiting for Taoist priest for a long time, also came back, looking a little depressed.
"Disciple, where have you been? The situation in the sect is very complicated right now, so don't run around!"
Taoist Lingxu spoke with a teaching and educating look on his face.
Zhixi said: "Hello, Master and Senior Brother!"
Then, she lowered her head and walked into Chen Changan's wine room in a low voice.
"Walk!"
Taoist Lingxu gave Wang Changshou a look, signaling him to follow.
In the wine room.
Chen Changan is counting the number.
He already knew everything about the outside world. Nothing on this short peak escaped his surveillance. There were sound transmission arrays everywhere, real-time monitoring, just in case...
Zhixi comes in.
When he saw Chen Changan, he was overjoyed and said, "Brother, I'm here!"
"Um!"
Chen Changan picked up four gourds of the Drunk Eight Immortals, gave one gourd directly to Zhixi, and handed the other three gourds to the master, saying:
"Master, these three gourds will make the Eight Immortals drunk. One gourd is for Taoist Master, and the other two gourds are for you!"
"Oh wow! Thank you, apprentice!"
Immediately, Taoist Lingxu smiled widely, and glanced at his eldest disciple beside him, and said with a smile: "Disciple, one hundred years, one hundred years, hehe!"
Wang Changshou was confused.
He stared blankly at Chen Changan, then turned back to look at his master and said in a muffled voice: "Master, I didn't agree to the bet just now!"
"Whether you agree or not is your business, and whether it counts is my business, the Master."
"Why, now that you're so powerful, have you forgotten your roots?"
"My feet are right here. It's up to you whether to wash them or not! Huh?!"
Taoist Lingxu raised his beard, raised his head, and walked out of the wine room with a proud look on his face.
The eldest disciple washed his own feet for a hundred years.
The second apprentice gave himself two pots of old wine.
They are all very filial!
Zhixi took the wine gourd, opened the cork, took a sip, and said with a shaky step: "Oh, who am I, where am I, I am..."
Talking, he walked out the door...
Inside the room, Wang Changshou looked at Chen Changan with a meaningful gaze and said, "Junior brother, don't you like to kill your acquaintances? Why are you so generous today?"
"Uh... Senior Brother, how did you know that?"
Chen Changan had no idea what to do and looked completely confused.
"It's been decades, Junior Brother. Although we haven't had much contact, I'm sure of this!"
Wang Changshou confirmed.
"Oh wow wow ~ Senior Brother, you are talking about killing the familiar!"
Chen Changan waved his hands a little embarrassedly and said: "Actually... I am very familiar with Dao Lao..."
"Really?"
Wang Changshou asked.
"It's absolutely true. If you don't believe me, go and ask. If Dao Lao dares to say that he doesn't know me... his conscience will definitely be tortured!"
Chen Changan confirmed.
Wang Changshou pondered for a moment, recalling what had just happened in the Jiuyang Palace.
Taoist Master strongly advocated the reform of the sect, and this reform was conveyed by his junior fellow apprentice through the mouths of the master and himself!
He understood in an instant.
Ass!
So that's how it is!
"Junior brother, although Dao Lao went to Jiuyang Peak, but... it still didn't change the result!"
Wang Changshou felt it necessary to tell Chen Changan this fact, after all, his junior brother had deceived him for a hundred years.
If I'm unhappy, you can't be happy either!
Since everyone is unhappy.
That's even!
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just a small character. I'm already very proud that you guys take my advice so seriously!"
"Come on, come on, Senior Brother, Big Brother, this is for you. It's just a small token of respect!"
Chen Changan smiled, picked up another gourd of Drunken Eight Immortals, and handed it to Wang Changshou: "Brother, you have given me many good things over the years, and I haven't had time to thank you! You must accept it, you must accept it!"
"Junior brother, I don't drink alcohol on weekdays, and I don't really know how to drink!"
Wang Changshou waved his hand, apparently refusing.
Chen Changan looked thoughtful and said:
“Brother, think about it, when you are out and about, and you are competing against other geniuses, and you defeat your opponent, drinking alone and saying, ‘Ah~ The road of cultivation is so lonely, and only good wine can keep me company’, then… how cool and elegant it would be!”
"Think about it, taste it, isn't it beautiful?"
Wang Changshou raised his head, thought deeply, nodded slightly, grinned, and said: "Junior brother, this picture is good, as for the wine... Senior brother, I will accept it first! Thank you, Junior brother!"
Then, he strode away, feeling happy again.
"Brother, if you can't drink much, just take a sip, a small sip, and pretend to drink. Do you understand me?"
Chen Changan ran out of the wine room and shouted.
In the sky, Wang Changshou waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, brother. I understand!"
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