My wife is the reborn boss

Chapter 351 Smoking, Drinking, Gambling, Visiting Brothels, But I'm a Good Taoist Priest
"Brother Qu, no, senior Qu, why are you joking with our juniors?" Xuankong smiled helplessly.

You are a senior in the rivers and lakes, you have nothing to pretend to be a young man
"Senior?" Wu Qiong chuckled, "You will be twenty-five in the next year, who is younger than me?"

Xuankong is suffering and can't tell, he is thirty this year, but he just stepped into Xiantian a few days ago through the Forging Heart Bureau.

Ziyang over there is even worse, he is almost thirty, and he didn't even arrive at Xiantian!

How did this guy practice? The 25-year-old "Dongxujing". It's almost unheard of!This is not reasonable at all!

Ziyang couldn't help but asked directly: "Brother Qu, how did you practice?"

Wu Qiong shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands: "Just practice like that, probably because the talent is too strong."

I have the best swordsmanship in the world, the only golden body protection in the world, and by the way, I have accepted others' thousand-year cultivation base with a smile. Do I still have to tell you this kind of thing?
It is so confident to open the plug-in!
"Okay." Ziyang sighed.

It's normal for Brother Qu not to say anything, he was the one who was abrupt.

He looked up at the mountain gate: "You two, let's go up."

When the three of them stepped over the "ladder" and entered the sect, Wu Qiong was shocked by the sight in front of him.

Twenty years later, the Taiqing School may not be considered magnificent, but it can be considered magnificent.

But now the Taiqing faction. Those houses are full of cracks, and from time to time you can see a hole blocked by straw!
This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that these houses are all one size smaller than 20 years later!Everywhere is poor
It seems that the current Taiqing faction has indeed suffered heavy losses after a large number of elites went north.

At this time, a hard-core Taoist priest with a height of more than 1.9 meters and a muscular body walked quickly, holding a baby in his arms.

"Senior brother, you are back."

Wu Qiong's eyes froze, the Taoist priest looked familiar.

Thinking about it carefully, isn't this person Ren Pingsheng, the commander of Xuanji's Embroidered Guards? !

He is a member of the Taiqing sect?
"Junior Brother Ziyu." Ziyang went up to meet him and asked curiously, "This is?"

"Another abandoned child." Ren Pingsheng, also known as Ziyu, sighed, "This child only has a small half jade ring on his body, and there is a note that only says the child's name is Zhang Mingyu."

Wu Qiong trembled, and said, "Master Daoist, can I let you see this child?"

Ziyu glanced at him and asked Ziyang: "Brother, who is this?"

"This is Qu Wuming Qu Shaoxia, he is brother's friend." Ziyang introduced, "Since Brother Qu wants to see it, let him see it, maybe he knows the origin of this child."

Ziyu nodded, and handed Zhang Yu into Wu Qiong's arms.

Wu Qiong lowered his head, facing a pair of big black eyes.

The little Zhang Yu in his arms yawned, and then just fell asleep.

Wu Qiong smiled wryly, this little Taoist nun...is she always like this since she was a child?
It's just a pity that I can't see Ye Qingxuan when he was a child. That guy didn't go up to the mountain to study as a teacher until he was five or six years old.

Ziyu took the little Zhang Yu in Wu Qiong's arms, nodded to the three of them, then turned and left.

Seeing that Wu Qiong kept watching Ziyu go away, Xuan Kong said with a smile: "Amitabha, Brother Qu, could it be that he loves talents?"

"This child is very talented. If Brother Dao personally accepts her as a disciple to teach her, she is bound to shine in the future." Wu Qiong laughed.

Ziyang said indifferently: "Brother Qu, what kind of talent can a baby under one year old see? Don't lie to me."

"I'm in the 'Cave Void Realm'. When I reach my level, I usually have a special method of observing bones." Wu Qiong began to fool around, "Trust me, if I don't get used to it alone, maybe I will tell you Brother Dao begged her to be his apprentice."

Not a time-traveler, not a reborn person, and no golden fingers, but Zhang Yu was able to advance to Xiantian before the age of 20, and passed the Heart-Casting Bureau after sleeping. This is not called talent, so what is talent?
And he said this obviously because he was not afraid that Ziyang would really hand over Zhang Yu to himself.

The Taiqing sect is now in a state of waste, and if there are good seedlings in the next generation, Ziyang will not let them go.

Sure enough, Ziyang spoke up: "Brother Qu, don't be joking, such a talented person should be taught by himself. Brother Qu thinks he will be able to find better seedlings."

He is not the black-hearted veteran 20 years later, if he encounters this situation in the future, he will definitely pretend not to care, and after sending Wu Qiong away, he will quietly accept Zhang Yu as a closed disciple.

Ziyang brought the two of them to the residence, and said with a smile: "You two must be tired after traveling all the way, why don't you rest for a night first, let's talk about it tomorrow, how about it."

Xuankong frowned: "Zhuzi, do you really want to do that?"

"Not bad." Ziyang looked tired, "Goofy, I'm really tired. Ever since I became the suzerain, I found that everything is impure.

Although it is tiring to manage the food and clothing expenses in the sect, I enjoy it.

But the intrigues outside the sect, I don't understand at all, and I don't bother to understand.

Why do humans hurt each other? !Why do they want to provoke a dispute? !
Wouldn't it be good for everyone to cultivate quietly? "

"Of course that's good." Wu Qiong said suddenly, "Brother Dao, if it's not bad, you used to practice quietly like this."

Ziyang sighed: "That's right, Pindao used to focus on cultivation, and there has never been such a thing"

"Because this kind of thing was done by your master and brothers in the past." Wu Qiong interrupted him, "If the Taiqing sect was a forest, your master, uncle and brothers would be towering trees. And you, you are just A little tree for their shelter.

Now that they are gone, why is your little tree a big tree that shelters the saplings below? "

Wu Qiong said solemnly: "Now is the time for you to stand up. Whether you are willing to change yourself for the sake of your juniors, or just seek your own liberation, it is up to you to choose."

Ziyang was silent for a long while, then said quietly: "Brother Qu, what you said is correct, but Pindao is not suitable to be suzerain. There will always be juniors who are more suitable than Pindao, such as Master Ziyu."

"Senior brother!" A fat young Taoist priest ran over, "Senior brother! Brother Ziyu, he left a letter and betrayed the sect!"

Wu Qiong saw that this was real Zixu, a cross talk and strong man's language lover. It turned out that he was quite plump when he was young.

Ziyang: "."

He forced a smile and said, "Everyone has their own aspirations, and you can't force it. Except for Junior Brother Ziyu, Master Zichong...Pfft!"

Wu Qiong couldn't take it anymore, he hit Ziyang's face with a "Second Second Correction Fist", and he was sent flying 720 degrees in the air.

Ziyang fell to the ground, covered his face in confusion and said, "Brother Qu, why did you hit me?! Even my master didn't hit me."

"Oh, I'm just thinking that they are worthless for your master and senior brother!" Wu Qiong sneered with disdain, "It's a pity that they are willing to die, because they trust you to entrust the Taiqing sect to you, but they didn't expect that they would entrust you with a non-sensei... people."

"They didn't think you were a piece of shit."

What bullshit "it's up to you to choose"!What Wu Qiong admired the most in his two lifetimes was people like Master Ziyang and Senior Brother!
It is precisely because I can't do it myself that I admire people who can do it even more!

So he didn't allow Ziyang to live up to their trust!

This guy is not worthy of being a "partner of justice"!He's just a waste who likes to run away when things happen!Compared with him, Master Ziyang 20 years later is even more pleasing to the eye!
Ziyang got up silently, and walked to his residence lonely. After a long time, there was only one sentence:
"Pindao wants to be alone."

"Brother!" Zixu shouted and wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Wu Qiong.

He patted Zi Xu on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Let your senior brother think about it alone."

If he still can't figure it out, then reward him with a "Second Second Correction Punch"!
That night, Ziyang knelt and sat in front of several spiritual tablets placed in the house.

He knelt quietly, and knelt like this until the cock crowed and dawn broke.

He took a deep breath and took a jug of wine placed in front of a tablet.

This is Senior Brother Zicheng's favorite drink, "Huangliang Yimeng", and this wine is only available in Yuhualou in Taiqing City, so Senior Brother Zicheng often goes to Yuhualou to drink, really just drinking.

He picked up the wine jar and drank it down.

The spicy liquid went down his throat and entered his stomach, Ziyang blushed and murmured: "So this is the taste of wine, it's really... unpalatable"

He put down the wine jar, took the dice in front of another tablet and threw them away, and there were two sixes.

"Is this kind of thing really interesting?" Zi Yang shook his head.

Throwing dice is not about how much you want to lose. Why is senior brother Zifeng so fond of gambling?
Finally, he set his sights on the tablet in the middle.

He took the tobacco rod in front of the tablet, and then took out shredded tobacco from the tobacco pouch hanging on the front end of the tobacco rod and pressed it into the pipe.

Then he lit his tobacco and took a deep breath.

"Cough cough." He coughed frantically, tears came out of his cough.

"This thing coughs." He continued to smoke the pipe in his hand while weeping.

"Master, what is so good about this thing?"

The next day, early in the morning.

Wu Qiong was having breakfast with Xuankong Zixu and others.

Everyone except Wu Qiong looked absent-minded.

Wu Qiong had no choice but to say, "Why are you panicking? If he gets sick again, I'll beat him until he's back to normal."

"It's unnecessary, Pindao's face is still aching." A clear voice came.

Ziyang stepped in.

Everyone turned their heads and were all taken aback.

In the meantime, Ziyang had a wine gourd hanging from his waist, and he was holding a cigarette stick in his hand.

Seeing everyone's surprised expressions, Ziyang took a puff of the cigarette stick, suppressed the nausea and coughing, then exhaled a puff of green smoke leisurely, and said with a smile:

"Pindao has already figured it out, it's better to remove the word 'dai' of the Dai suzerain of the Taiqing sect."

Ziyang stepped into Xiantian overnight.

　Calvin, I haven't slept all night, and it's already 1 pm after finishing this chapter.

　　But fortunately, the 7000 words of the three chapters are considered completed today.

　　Ask for a monthly ticket. . .I'm going to bed. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)