Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 237

As the saying goes: It is not wine, but a hangover that can make two men have a friendship!What keeps a friendship going is another drink the day after a hangover.

Cao August and Peng Yun woke up the next day, exchanged cups, and had another show.

By the time everyone got up, the two of them were already like old friends, with a cigarette in their mouths each, blowing their ass off.

The two had a tacit understanding, and both bypassed each other's teacher.

Yan Xi looked at Peng Yun and Cao Bayue, holding beer cans in his hands, and the table was full of peanuts, and thought to himself: "When Feng Yun is not causing trouble, he is still a good apprentice."

Bai Lihua and Kou Xiangqin also exchanged handkerchiefs this night, and exchanged gifts with each other. Bai Lihua gave a self-refined magic weapon, and Kou Xiangqin gave her a set of cosmetics that Yan Xi bought for her from outside.

The bitter monk couldn't order his elder brother or younger junior sister, so he obediently prepared breakfast and brought dozens of salted duck eggs, as well as bread, steamed buns, scones, a seafood porridge, and a pork liver and spinach porridge.

He didn't have a universe bag originally, but Feng Yun gave him one.

When attacking the stronghold of the Porcelain Organization, Monk Ku collected a large amount of food. Recently, the work of preparing three meals a day has become the focus of his work outside of cultivation.

Yan Xi greeted, and the six of them had breakfast together.

Cao Bayue proposed to go out to play, everyone applauded together, and determined the goal, to go to Xiangong Mountain near Quanzhou Prefecture to pay respects to the ancestors.

Yan Xi still listened to his apprentice's explanation, and only then did he know that there was originally a He Xiangong in Xiangong Mountain, who practiced Taoism for hundreds of years, and then flew away.

When he was cultivating Taoism, he often went down the mountain to practice medicine and save people. He accumulated external skills and left behind many legends. After his ascension, someone built a fairy temple.

He Xiangong practiced alone, no one knew his background, and he never accepted apprentices, so he is unique among all swordsmen, there are often heretics, or even young disciples, who come to Xiangong Mountain to look for He Xiangong. The fairies left Ze, but they all returned disappointed.

Because it is very close to each other, and it is a place where people converge, it is not convenient to go back and forth with a sword, and there are female relatives, so Yan Xi hired two carts and left Quanzhou Mansion.

Bai Lihua held a bottle of rock sugar pears, and Kou Xiangqin brought a cup of coffee. The two talked about romance, poetry and songs, and anecdotes about Taoism, all of which were quite leisurely.

As the saying goes: Three women make one show, two women make one pot of porridge!Bingtang Sydney touches coffee, and there are a lot of gossips!

It should be this scene.

In another cart, Peng Yun and Cao August had already drank a cup of wine, bought some canned food, luncheon meat, and ham sausage.

Yan Xi didn't want to listen to bragging, so he just sat cross-legged and meditated, subconsciously cultivating his skills.

Monk Ku followed the teacher and meditated for a while. Finally, after cooking the cloud, he gave him a cigarette. Monk Ku also joined the drinking team. His last teacher, Ku Xuan, was a well-connected person. I told him a lot of anecdotes about the practice world, and I could fit in a lot of things.

But within an hour or two, when they arrived at the foot of Xiangong Mountain, Yan Xi and others abandoned the cart, let the clerk of the cart guard them, and walked up the mountain.

Although they set off early, there were many pilgrims on the way, which made Yan Xi feel familiar with going to certain tourist areas, but along the way there were no vendors selling special products, so he always felt that something was missing.

Along the way, Feng Yun, Cao Bayue talked eloquently, monk Ku occasionally interjected a few words, Bai Lihua and Kou Xiangqin looked like ladies of a school of famous families, they walked quietly hand in hand, and occasionally whispered without letting others hear them.

Yan Xi only hated himself for being ignorant of the history and allusions of the Jiayin world, so he couldn't "chat" at all.

If it were on Earth, he could make up countless things by making up random things.

Halfway up the mountain, there was a platform where several pilgrims were resting, and there was an old man selling herbal tea.

Yan Xi bought a bowl, drank half a sip, gave the money, and spilled the herbal tea, which was a bit unpalatable.

The old man was displeased, and said: "Guest officer, my herbal tea is a secret recipe handed down from the ancestors. The guests who go up and down the mountain always like to drink it. Why did you spill it?"

Yan Xi smiled and said, "I gave the money!"

"It's not about the money," the old man shouted.

Yan Xi thought in his heart: "This thing tastes bad, I can't refuse it?" He also knew why this bowl of herbal tea was not good, because he was not willing to add sugar.But he didn't want to argue with an old man selling herbal tea, so he handed over a can of Wanglaoji and said, "Old man, take a sip of my herbal tea."

Unconvinced, the old man took a sip, blinked his eyes, and shouted, "Why is it so delicious?"

His words alarmed the father and daughter resting next to him. The father was obviously from the Wu family, and said with a smile: "I also drank your herbal tea just now, and it tastes good. Does this little brother's herbal tea taste better?"

The old man handed over the herbal tea, and the father took it, took a sip without hesitation, and exclaimed, "I, Lu Weiming, have traveled all over the world for many years, and I have never had such a delicious drink."

His daughter was also curious, but she disliked being drunk by a man, and she was unwilling to touch the pot in her father's hand. She came over and asked, "Do you have any more of this herbal tea? Can you sell me a pot?"

She didn't know Wanglaoji's tin cans, but thought they were exquisite, and they were also called "pots" according to the usual saying.

Yan Xi smiled and said, "I'll give you a can."

He took another can of Wanglaoji and handed it over, and taught the girl how to open it. The father and daughter saw Yan Xi and the others had upright faces, as if they were from a wealthy family, and had a friendly attitude. They gradually lost their guard and began to chat.

The father's name is Lu Weiming, and the daughter's name is Lu Yingqi. Yan Xi has never heard of these two names, so he doesn't say anything.

Cooking cloud traveled all over the rivers and lakes, and he has learned a lot. Monk Ku often listened to his master's lectures on ancient times, and he had heard of this name. He shouted together: "It turns out that it is the sword and immortal ape land hero!"

Lu Weiming said humbly: "Lu's martial arts skills are not average, how can he be called a hero!"

Monk Ku saw that his master had never heard of this person, so he explained: "Hero Lu is one of the great masters in the Jianghu. He once visited Hanshan Temple and competed with the head master of Hanshan Temple, Monk Hanshi."

Lu Weiming blushed slightly, and said: "That was a rare setback in my life. Monk Hanshi's cold palm strength is really too cold. I am obviously stronger than him, but I can't win."

Lu Yingqi was a little annoyed, and said, "If it weren't for Han Shan's insidious palm strength, my father would have won with at most a hundred moves."

Hearing this, Yan Xi's group couldn't help but laugh.

Lu Weiming couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked, "Although they are young, they have extraordinary bearing, and they know the origin of the little old man. Are they also from the world?"

Peng Yun and Cao Augustyue stopped talking, and the rules of the two sects did not allow them to talk about their sect with ordinary people.

Yan Xi gave Monk Ku a wink, Monk Ku could only fold his palms together and said: "The poor monk came from Shaochan Temple, these few are from the same school."

These two sentences, taken separately, are the truth, but taken together, they are deceiving people.

Lu Weiming was shocked at once. It is also a Wu family temple, but Shaochan Temple is ten times more famous than Hanshan Temple. Not only is Musang better, but also Kuxuan, the number one divine monk, is well-known, and his attitude immediately becomes much more respectful.

(End of this chapter)