Dan Chenzi carried the empty bottle and slowly returned to the view. The female crown and Taoist priest along the way respectfully called Senior Brother Dan Chenzi, which made him slightly regain some confidence.

The reason why I slowly waits for the bruises on my face to subside. As a top-notch S-level, skin trauma can recover in an instant. It is not easy to look back with this kind of face, which will destroy the image of "Senior Brother Dan Chenzi".

"One or two, they all work so hard." Dan Chenzi responded to the greetings of his classmates and muttered in a low voice: "What era is it? Living carefree and living with quality is the pursuit of modern people."

I often wander on the edge of life and death. What's there to be proud of? It's not the era of a martial artist.

As a disciple of the Taoist sect, one must follow the will of the heart, cultivate one's own nature, unity of man and nature, and live a long life. The fundamental pursuit of practice is to follow the will of the heart, cultivate one's own nature, and maintain a long life.

He slowly returned to his yard and pushed open the door of the house on the right. There were all kinds of groceries piled up in the room. There was a large jar in the corner, with rubber bands wrapped in hard plastic cloth, sealing the mouth of the jar tightly.

Moving away the outermost sandbag, unbuttoned the rubber band, and opened the plastic cloth. Dan Chenzi scooped a spoonful of bright red wine with a spoon, sipped it first, then drank it dry, smacked his lips, "It's delicious."

Starting last year, he tried to make wine by himself, which was the most common type of farm rice wine. At the beginning, because he was a novice, his skills were not up to standard and he failed to make it.

This is the third tank. After summarizing the experience of the previous two failures, a successful work was finally produced.

This is to deal with the old Taoist priest, who is a drunkard who can’t drink wine or beer, but only drink white wine and rice wine, or what he often talks about. The signature craft of the evil Taoist Wangchen back then: peach blossom brew.

Dan Chenzi thought about it and thought that instead of racking his brains to make wine for him, it would be better to brew it yourself and do it yourself to make enough food and clothing. The old Taoist priest admired his ideas very much and thought it was feasible.

This jar of wine has not yet been brewed and it will take some time to ferment, but it cannot withstand the initial sweet taste. Dan Chenzi comes to drink a little, drink a little, and then drink a little, and then drink a little without realizing it.

Dan Chenzi remembered the agreement with the old Taoist priest, stood in front of the wine tank and hesitated for a long time, and made a decision: "Don't worry about him, and sing the world of life with wine."

I filled the empty wine bottle with red sweet wine and went out happily.

Dan Chenzi spends most of the time wandering around, reading books under the shaded trees in summer, and curling up in bed in winter,

In such a spring season, sitting on the rocks surrounded by wild flowers to bask in the sun and drinking is the most comfortable choice.

As a carefree, pure and desire-free Taoist priest, he will not spend too much time practicing Qi and visualizing.

He carried the wine bottle and his big sleeves, walked out of the Taoist temple in the warm mountain breeze of spring, walked to the top of the mountain, intending to drink and watch the scenery under the big pine tree, and spend a quiet and peaceful afternoon.

The mountain breeze brings the fragrance of wild flowers and the sobering of the soil, and also brings the faint fragrance of the beauty.

Under the huge pine and cypress tree, on the rock, stood a woman's crown with beautiful hair tied high and her Taoist robe could not hide her plump crown.

Her face is fair, her cheeks are full of healthy blush, her facial features are delicate, and her temperament is gentle.

"Junior Sister Qing Huizi," Dan Chenzi strode over and sat down beside her, "I'm so sorry, I didn't bring a cup."

Qing Huizi shook her head and her voice softly: "You must not drink alcohol in the sight."

"Aren't I coming out?" Dan Chenzi said indifferently. He had never thought of sharing sweet wine with Qing Huizi, but he was just polite.

Where is the important thing for women to have wine?

No one spoke. Dan Chenzi drank his wine, blew the refreshing wind, basked in the sun, and looked at the beautiful scenery.

Qing Huizi remained silent, looking into the distance, with deep worries in her moist and dark eyes.

"You seem to have something to worry about." Dan Chenzi said.

After hesitating for a moment, Qing Huizi nodded: "The head sect gave an order yesterday. All the Shangqing disciples who were traveling abroad returned to the mountain immediately. They had not returned for more than a week. They were regarded as betraying the master's sect and were removed from the list."

Dan Chenzi was surprised: "There is still this? Why don't I know?"

Qing Huizi lowered his eyes slightly and looked at him: "Senior Brother Dan Chenzi has paid attention to the affairs of Guanwen?"

Dan Chenzi suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

He is a top S-level student. He can hold great power in the Shangqing faction and is a perfect successor to the Shangqing faction. But he has always been away from the power circle of the Shangqing faction, and has no affairs and is leisurely all day long.

"Before the wind under the moon, you are free and easy. The idle clouds and wild cranes do not care about the passing years." Dan Chenzi said leisurely.

Qing Huizi continued: "My brother did not respond, the phone number was not connected, and the chat software did not reply. After he went down the mountain, he never contacted the master's sect or me again, just like the world has evaporated."

"Dan Yunzi has been traveling down the mountain for more than a month. He is not a child. He thinks about home all day long, and it doesn't mean anything if he can't contact him for the time being." Dan Chenzi comforted.

"But if he didn't receive the news from the master's sect, he wouldn't be able to come within a week." Qing Huizi bit his lip, revealing his pitiful and delicate posture.

"Then let's go back to secular life." Dan Chenzi was a pure-minded person, and did not arouse the gentleness of a man.

"However, why did the head teacher recall his fellow disciples who were traveling?" Dan Chenzi was puzzled by this.

Qing Huizi shook her head and guessed: "It's probably because the outside world has not been peaceful recently, and the head sect wants his disciples to return to the master's sect to avoid it."

The so-called unpeace naturally refers to the little things that Baoze has made

A simple earthen house on the mountainside.

A clearing out an open space in front of the earthen house was placed with an old bamboo chair. The old Taoist priest was lying on the table and chairs, basking in the warm afternoon sunshine, and the skin on his face reflected the sunlight, which was black and shiny.

Li Peiyun glanced at the old Taoist priest and walked into the earthen house. On the left was the bedroom, a simple wooden bed and a thin quilt that was repaired. On the right was the kitchen, the earthen stove, and the stove was a large tank for water, and the water tank was a small tank for rice.

The old Taoist priests should rarely have meat and fish, because although the earthen stove is covered with black and gray, it does not look greasy.

This reminded Li Peiyun of the poor and backward rural areas in the 1960s and 1970s.

The Shangqing School is a major sect in the Taoist and Buddhist Association. It can receive generous government funding every year and also dividends from tourist attractions, so it is natural that it is not short of money.

There is no need to let an octogenarian live such a poor life.

Li Peiyun left the earthen house and thought for a while: "I can give you tens of thousands more gifts to apprenticeship."

The old Taoist sneered: "What's the use of money and me?"

“You can buy wine.”

"Sincerity"

Li Peiyun immediately said, "How should I cultivate the Yin God, and then refine it into the sword of intention, like Dan Chenzi."

"Dan Chenzi is an example."

"Single example?"

The old Taoist priest looked at him: "Dan Chenzi has had schizophrenia since he was a child. If you want to learn, you can try to split your personality first."

Li Peiyun's face was dull and she felt a strong loss. When he reached his level of cultivation, he had a firm will. How could he suffer from schizophrenia?

Then he thought of another question: Since he could not be like Dan Chenzi, what is the meaning of his study from an old Taoist priest?

Hello, can you get the money back?

"But I can guide you to practice the sword of mind." said the old Taoist priest.

"Guide me!" Li Peiyun subconsciously raised his eyebrows, revealing a proud and withdrawn look.

The reason why he wanted to become a disciple was to learn the mutated, special sword of mind like Dan Chenzi. But if it was a normal version of the sword of mind, Li Peiyun did not think that he needed others' guidance.

He can rely on himself to learn the three-talent swordsmanship and step into the half-step genius and the pride of heaven.

Pride is one of his biggest personality traits.

"A famous teacher is better than self-study." The old Taoist priest said: "The outside world calls you the successor of the demonic Taoist Tao, but in fact you have not received corresponding guidance. Everything depends on your own exploration and thinking."

"I have a lot of connection with Wangchen, so I will give you some advice on him. If it were someone else, I wouldn't teach you."

Li Peiyun said helplessly: "Senior, your mental power may not be as strong as mine. How do you teach me?"

After saying that, he saw the old Taoist priest laughing. In the wild laughter, he raised his thin right hand and pointed it like a sword, pressing it against his eyebrows.

This is the starting move of the Summoning Sword, which Li Peiyun is very familiar with.

He remained silent and silently defended himself.

The old Taoist priest paused his sword, and after a brief accumulation of strength, he pointed at Li Peiyun from afar.

Rumble!

Li Peiyun heard the thunder, echoing loudly, occupying the sea of ​​consciousness. The next moment, there was no thought, and the consciousness fell into boundless darkness.

In March, night began to slow. After dinner, Qing Huizi did not return to her yard and walked on the path paved with bluestone, intending to find the brother and sister's common master, Zhenren Tonghai.

In front of the Sanqing Palace, I met Dan Chenzi who was sleeping around again.

Looking at the vegetarian rice in Dan Chenzi's hand, Qing Huizi whispered: "Senior Brother Dan Chenzi."

Her eyes fell on the food box.

"I'll go and deliver food to the old senior," said Dan Chenzi.

Qing Huizi nodded, and the two passed by.

She followed the opportunity to enter the small courtyard of Tonghai Zhenren not far away.

squeak

The wooden door made a tingling sound, and the courtyard was quiet. Qing Huizi looked around and the door was closed, and there was no light in the window.

Is the master not here?

She was disappointed and planned to leave, and suddenly she heard a "hoho" sound.

It was like someone was stuck in the thick phlegm in his throat, making him so painful that he couldn't breathe.

The voice came from Master's room. Qing Huizi came to the door and shouted, "Master?"

No one answered, and the "hoho" sound in the room became even more intense.

Qing Huizi's heart sank, pushed open the locked door, and saw a Taoist who was not dressed and messy on his hair kneeling beside the bed. He covered his throat in pain and made a horrible sound.

The room was dark, with disheveled hair, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but she immediately recognized that she was her master.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Qing Huizi was shocked and quickly stepped forward to check.
Chapter completed!