Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Lu Qingshu stared at the beggar Taoist, remembering his appearance in his mind, but did not want to open his mouth.

At this moment, he suddenly felt goosebumps rising all over his body, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai.

He immediately opened his mouth without hesitation, drank the cup of tea expressionlessly, and then looked at Mr. Xun:

"I drank the tea, is that okay?"

In his opinion, it was enough for the other party to humiliate a loose immortal like this, and it was impossible for him to do anything next.

"I see you don't drink it willingly? What's the matter? Is the tea here not good and I treat you badly?"

Mr. Xun said calmly.

Lu Qingshu's expression changed slightly and he whispered: "That's not the case. The tea here... is indeed good tea."

Everyone looked strange. They did not expect to see a Sanxian Sword Cultivator being treated like this one day.

It was as if the scene in front of me was fake, but today, this kind of thing really happened.

The sword cultivators present were angry in their hearts and their eyes were filled with anger. This scene touched their heartstrings for many years and brought back memories of the past, as if they were back to the time when they were looked down upon by orthodox monks.

"Oh? You think it's good tea?"

Mr. Xun's eyes lit up, and he immediately removed the Black Xuanding Tianqi, "Take a seat, drink well for a few days, and taste the meaning."

"..."

Lu Qingshu looked at Mr. Xun and was silent for a long time. Finally, he glanced at Li Changsheng with a sharp look, and then slowly walked to the tea table and sat down.

"Why are you still standing here? Isn't it great to have friends from far away? As an old man here, please entertain this friend for me."

Mr. Xun looked at Zhou Bufan and others.

Zhou Bufan and everyone trembled, and sat back with pale faces.

Seeing that Lu Qingshu did not choose to rise up to resist, but chose the same path as Zhou Bufan and others, the sword cultivators present had mixed feelings and did not know what to say.

"You three...come down and have a drink, too?"

Mr. Xun's eyes fell on Ouyang Xuanzhen and the others.

The three people's eyes trembled.

Long Zun cupped his hands and said: "Old man, I won't drink this tea anymore. I came here today just to see if there is anywhere I can help.

After all, we are all Taoist monks. "

After saying this, he turned into a stream of light and landed near Xianyue King and others, as if he was advancing and retreating together with the three thousand sects, living and dying together.

The same is true for Immortal King Gu Xi.

However, when Ouyang Xuanzhen was about to follow suit, he was pulled to Lu Qingshu's side by a force. After reacting, he was already seated, with a cup of hot tea placed in front of him.

"Old man, what are you doing!?"

Ouyang Xuanzhen was stunned.

"I heard that you were very enthusiastic in leading them? Since you are so enthusiastic, the three thousand sects are not ignorant of etiquette. Naturally, they have to respond to you enthusiastically. Drink, you are welcome."

Mr. Xun smiled lightly.

Ouyang Xuanzhen's complexion turned green and white. He stared blankly at the teacup in front of him and glanced at the figures in the void.

Fortunately, Li Changsheng and his ilk are not from Central Continent, but those Immortal Kings of Incense Sect and Jingxian Sect...

Everyone is a familiar acquaintance. If he drank this cup of tea today, these stains on his body would never be able to be washed away.

"Drink."

Lu Qingshu glanced at Ouyang Xuanzhen, suddenly raised his glass to signal him, and then drank it all in one gulp.

A flash of despair flashed in Ouyang Xuanzhen's eyes, and he slowly raised the tea cup in his hand and brought it to his mouth.

"After today, I wonder if these guys still dare to come to Three Thousand Dao Sect and act recklessly."

Mr. Li Dao looked at the scene in front of him with a half-smile.

"By the way, why did you come to three thousand gates in such a hurry this time?"

Mr. Xun's eyes suddenly fell on Li Changsheng.

Li Changsheng thought for a while and said: "We are just passing through here, come and take a look. Something happened to Fang Chen in Prison Wind Land. We want to see if he has returned here."

"He said something happened to our ancestor?"

The monks from the three thousand sects looked at each other. The ancestor had returned here long ago and seemed to be fine.

They subconsciously looked behind them, and saw Fang Chen walking out of the crowd, coming to Mr. Xun's side, smiling and hugging Li Changsheng:

"Old Ancestor Li, I'm lucky enough to be back here, but I'm sorry for you."

"..."

Li Changsheng looked at Fang Chen, his eyes flickering.

Lu Qingshu's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and the teacup in his hand was crushed by him.

"What? The tea doesn't taste good? Give him a teapot."

Mr. Xun's eyes widened.

A tea vat immediately came to Lu Qingshu. When he saw this scene, his face was gloomy for a while before he calmed down the anger in his heart and suppressed the urge to take action.

King Xianyue's eyes fell on Fang Chen, knowing that this was not the time to talk, so he did not speak.

"I hope you're fine. I was worried that if something went wrong with you, the old man would ask me to accuse you."

Li Changsheng smiled.

After that, the two sides were in a stalemate, and more than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

As long as Mr. Xun didn't speak, no one present could leave.

Xu Qingsong and others finally arrived one after another.

"that is not……"

The monks from the Dayan Taoist Sect were stunned. They came in a hurry, but they saw their ancestor, Zhou Bufan and others sitting together drinking tea! ?

They know what this tea is! Seeing this scene, their expressions changed.

Xu Qingsong couldn't believe it. He thought he would see the scene of three thousand gates being pushed horizontally, but what he never expected to see was this scene.

He still had a vivid memory of what was in the tea cup!

"The ancestor is indeed here..."

Hua Miaoqing and others stood in the distance without approaching. They watched Mr. Xun sitting in front of a group of strong men from a distance, with a leisurely expression, and felt relieved in their hearts.

"Fang Chen is here too."

Everyone saw Fang Chen at a glance, and their expressions moved slightly.

After the Li Xiao incident, they had already suspected that Fang Chen was Mr. Fang from Huangyuan. Now that they saw Ziran again, they had mixed feelings.

"It's obviously a desperate situation, why is this the result..."

Xu Qingsong clenched his fists and stared at Fang Chen.

Xu Sijiu noticed this and sent a message: "My son, please don't be angry. You need to keep a low profile for now and figure it out slowly."

"Father is right."

Xu Qingsong quickly adjusted his mentality and stood silently among the crowd, not daring to show up.

"Old man, it's getting late. I think... should we just forget it this time?"

Li Changsheng spoke again.

"Too."

Mr. Xun nodded lightly: "I have entertained you for so many days, and I have also delayed a little practice. Let's call it a day. Please go slowly without seeing me off."

Lu Qingshu stood up and left without saying a word, without even waiting for Li Changsheng and others.

When Li Changsheng saw this, he clasped his fists and led a group of sword cultivators to chase after him.

"Mr. Xun, I'm..."

Ouyang Xuanzhen wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeves, looked at Mr. Xun, and forced a smile on his face.

"Get out too."

Mr. Xun laughed and cursed.

"yes."

Ouyang Xuanzhen nodded and left immediately.

As soon as he left, the monks from Dayan Dao Sect naturally followed him.

The originally lively Three Thousand Gates became quiet again.