Chapter 262: Become a Disciple

Chapter 262 Apprenticeship

Yang Ling'er was laughing on the donkey's back. Baili Yuan's strange appearance made the world crazy because of her handsomeness, but her ugly appearance was the first time she had heard it in her life, and she found it very interesting.

Just like the first time she saw the world's most witty and humorous thaumaturgy "Laughing Forest" in the boudoir, she almost laughed to the point of tears.

Ye Xiaochuan's face turned into the color of pig liver.

He said angrily: "Baili Yuan, what do you mean? Are you saying I'm ugly?"

Baili Yuan also smiled like a flower and said: "You brat, you are a bit darker, but your appearance and facial features are still good. I didn't think you were ugly before, but you have to throw away when comparing goods, and you will die when comparing yourself to others. If you stand in front of Mr. Yang, your appearance will look like an abstract painting of art."

Ye Xiaochuan was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and insisted on tearing them apart.

According to him, he has dark skin, which is the majesty of a man. Men should be majestic, upright, and as strong as iron. If they are all pretty boys and fake girls, can they still be called men?

Regarding Ye Xiaochuan's sophistry, Bailiyuan was unmoved. Anyway, she silenced Ye Xiaochuan with just one sentence.

That's the sentence: "Don't tell me, anyway, you are not as good-looking as Young Master Yang."

Ye rolled his eyes, scolded, and chuckled, and a group of two donkeys and three people walked slowly on the ancient road in the wilderness, heading towards Anqing City.

At the same time, Cangyunmen Samsara Peak, thousands of miles away, was also quite busy today.

Hundreds of civilians carried big boxes and large wine jars, walking along the steps of the front mountain climbing, like long snakes winding upward, towards the tall Samsara Peak. Even Yu Jizi, the current head of the Cangyun Sect, They were all alarmed and sent their disciples to ask who was coming.

The weather was nice today. As usual, Zui Taoist found a sunny place in the dilapidated small yard. He leaned over and took the wine gourd. He had not moved his body since morning until now.

A hundred years of floating life, a single life of freedom, this is the life that gods should live.

The only fly in the ointment is that the dozens of jars of Zhuangyuanhong that my precious apprentice bought last time are now running out, so I have to find someone to borrow money to buy wine.

Who to look for?

That guy Yun He took the Cangyun elite disciples to Xuantian Sect to watch the competition. Chi Yan was so stingy that he decisively rejected him before he even asked for a loan yesterday.

Senior Brother Yuchenzi should still have some spare money, yes, I will go find Yuchenzi tomorrow.

If you can't borrow it from Yu Chenzi, you can only go to the leader, Senior Brother Yu Jizi.

You can skip the meal, but you must never skip a sip of this wine.

Ok, deal.

The half-drunk Taoist priest had already begun to figure out who to borrow the next drink money from.

As an elder of the Cangyun Sect, he earned an income of one thousand taels of silver every month without doing anything. However, he owed too much debt. Every time he was paid, the monthly money was already gone before it reached his pocket. All debts were paid off. It's not easy to borrow money these days.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the door, and the drunk Taoist frowned. Who in this land of blue clouds was making noise and disturbing people's spiritual practice?

But why is there this strong aroma of wine?

As soon as he smelled the aroma of wine, the drunk Taoist immediately became energetic and sat up immediately.

At this time, his apprentice's friend Zhu Changshui stumbled into the yard and shouted: "Uncle Drunk Master, Uncle Drunk Master..."

The drunk Taoist walked to the courtyard gate and saw a long team coming from the bottom of the mountain. It seemed that they were carrying a lot of fine wine. The aroma of the wine had drifted all the way here.

Said: "It's Xiao Zhu, what's wrong? Your master uncle vomited blood and bought so much fine wine?"

Zhu Changshui said: "Our Cangyun Sect didn't buy this. It was a gift from a woman who came to become a disciple."

The drunk Taoist said enviously: "Who is this? Who is so lucky to have such a rich young disciple? Is it Chi Yan? Or Yu Chenzi? No, I have to drink such good wine. "

Zhu Changshui had a strange expression and said, "Uncle Druid Master, that little girl said she was looking for you."

"Looking for me? You're just joking. That one disciple of mine has already made my life worse than death, so I have no intention of accepting another disciple! What's more, he is such a rich disciple..."

After a while, the drunk Taoist's eyes began to widen, and the long queue passed through the mountainside villa and walked directly towards the dilapidated courtyard where he lived.

The apprenticeship formation has remained the same, with seven to eight hundred big men, each carrying two and a half large wine jars as tall as a man. There are also many other boxes covered with red cloth. They are probably filled with either gold and silver treasures or silk and satin.

Countless disciples on Samsara Peak gathered around and followed the team to see who these good things were for.

By the time the frontline team stopped in front of the courtyard where the drunk Taoist lived, the drunk Taoist had his eyes widened and his mouth wide open.

A beautiful young man in smart clothes, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with raised hair and a man's heroic spirit in his eyes, but it seemed that she was a little shy and embarrassed, with a flushed face.

This girl is naturally the nineteenth daughter of Yang Dashanren, the richest man in Hanyang City, who was tricked by Ye Xiaochuan to become his apprentice, Yang Jiujiu.

There is a portrait of Zui Taoist in his youth in Yang Shijiu's house. Although Zui Taoist is now old, the big blood-red wine gourd in his hand made Yang Jiu recognize this sloppy old Taoist at a glance. He is the old god who has been worshiped in his family for hundreds of years. Taoist Master Qingfeng is Ye Xiaochuan and Ye Shaoxia’s mentor.

She hurriedly bowed down and said, "Junior Yang Jiu, please meet senior Qingfeng!"

Drunk Taoist was puzzled. He had never met this little girl named Yang Shijiu. How could she come to Cangyun Mountain to worship him as her master?

He asked Yang Shijiu to get up. Seeing that the courtyard gate was not full of disciples who were also unaware of the truth, he asked Yang Shijiu to go in and talk.

Zhu Changshui relied on his close relationship with Ye Xiaochuan, so he also slipped in and closed the courtyard gate.

The drunk Taoist said, "Little girl, do we know each other?"

Yang Shijiu shook his head and said, "Senior and my ancestor have met once. Hundreds of years ago, on the Yangtze River near Hanyang City, the senior once saved my ancestor's life. My ancestor was grateful for the senior's life-saving grace. For hundreds of years, the children of the Yang family have prayed for the ancestor three sticks of incense every day, and they dare not slack off. Not long ago, I met the senior's disciple, the young knight Ye Xiaochuan..."

Yang Shijiu briefly talked about the origin of his Yang family and the drunk Taoist. The drunk Taoist used to travel around the world and did many chivalrous things. How could he remember saving a farmer on the Yangtze River hundreds of years ago?

However, when he heard Yang Shijiu mention Ye Xiaochuan, he immediately understood that today's scene must be related to his naughty disciple.