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"Yeah." Zhao Yang responded and followed quietly behind, all the way up to the palace on the mountain.
"The Taoist is waiting for you inside, please come in." The old man said, inviting them in.
Xuanyuan Moze took Feng Jiu's hand and walked over the threshold. The people behind him followed him inside. Feng Ye and Zhao Yang walked at the end. After seeing them go in, Feng Ye bowed to the old man awkwardly: "Uncle Liu, we are back."
Although the old man was the manager, there were not many people here. Apart from the two of them, there was only the manager surnamed Liu and several disciples who did odd jobs. Because Uncle Liu usually took good care of them, they were close to him. However, when they met him this time, they felt a little guilty.
They slipped down the mountain at that time, but they did so after Uncle Liu drugged them...
"Go in! Your master is waiting for you inside!" Old Liu looked at the two of them unhappily and motioned them to go in.
Seeing the two boys return safely, he was relieved. These two boys were ignorant of the world. They dared to go down the mountain at such a young age, and they went down the mountain when the demons came out to cause trouble. He was worried for a long time on the mountain. Now that he saw them coming back, he finally let go of the worry that had been hanging in his heart.
"Uncle Liu, we brought you some good wine. We'll send it to you later." Feng Ye smiled and said flatteringly. Then he pulled Zhao Yang inside.
"Little bastard!" The old man shook his head and cursed with a laugh, then followed him in. However, he did not get closer, just stood at the back waiting.
In front, after Xuanyuan Moze and Fengjiu walked in, their eyes fell on the old man sitting in the main seat. Seeing that he had a peaceful aura and a restrained cultivation, they couldn't help but nod secretly in their hearts.
It turned out that this person was Tianxu Daojun, and his demeanor was peaceful. It would be a good idea for Feng Ye and Zhao Yang to become his disciples.
"Fengjiu pays respect to the Taoist Master." She stepped forward and bowed, her behavior respectful and natural.
"Greetings to Taoist Tianxu." Guan Xilin and the others also saluted one by one, only Xuanyuan Moze stood aside with his hands behind his back and did not salute like them.
Taoist Tianxu, who was sitting in the main seat, glanced at Fengjiu, then looked at the man standing with his hands behind his back in a black robe, with an air of dominating the world, and nodded secretly.
He put away his scrutinizing gaze and said to everyone, "No need to be polite, please take a seat."
"Disciple greets Master."
Feng Ye and Zhao Yang stepped forward and respectfully knelt down to the old man in the main seat. The two little kids knelt on the ground with their foreheads touching the ground. After they kowtowed, they raised their heads and looked at the old man. Their childish voices were filled with joy and trepidation.
"Master, my disciple is back."
"Naughty disciples." Daojun shook his head and looked at the two of them and said, "Master asked you to practice well in the mountains, but you sneaked down the mountain. Do you know that you are wrong?"
The two men kowtowed again, as if admitting their mistakes: "Master, I know I was wrong."
Feng Jiu just smiled when she saw this. After they admitted their mistakes, she looked at the Taoist and said, "Tao Jun, Feng Ye is my uncle. Do you know that?"