A few of us followed the sloppy Taoist priest and walked towards the small Taoist temple. In fact, we were all curious about what kind of person was the sloppy Taoist priest, the sixth brother, who was his master?

What kind of master can teach such a worldly and sophisticated guy with eight hundred minds.

The sloppy Taoist priest shouted while walking, and they all walked to the door of the house, but no one responded.

Soon, the sloppy Taoist priest pushed open the door of the house and walked straight in.

As soon as the door of the room opened, I smelled a strong smell of wine, which was a bit choking.

Good guy, have you soaked in the wine jar?

As we walked into the house with the sloppy Taoist priest, the first thing that caught our eyes was the wine bottles all over the ground, without any empty space, and there were many smelly socks and worn-out clothes on the ground.

Then, as soon as I looked up, I saw a man lying on the bed not far away, sleeping heavily. This person should be Songhe, the master of the sloppy Taoist priest.

The sloppy Taoist walked straight to the bed and patted the sleeping man a few times: "Master, Master, wake up, I'm back."

A few of us stood among the wine bottles in the room, a little confused and did not dare to move.

After all, the one lying on the bed is the master of the sloppy Taoist priest and our elder.

After a while, the man was woken up by the sloppy Taoist priest. He rubbed his eyes full of booby eyes, looked at the sloppy Taoist priest carefully, and suddenly said, "Zhiwen, why are you suddenly back?"

The man suddenly asked this question, and almost all of us couldn't stand firm.

Good guy, and those who are masters like this, have been going down the mountain to practice for three years and are about to take the assessment. This master doesn't take it seriously at all.

I don't even know why he came back.

I guess I forgot the apprentice of the sloppy Taoist priest.

"Master, I have been down the mountain for three years. Isn't this coming back to take the assessment? You won't forget it?" said the sloppy Taoist priest awkwardly.

"Ah... Yes, yes, that's the case. It's been three years, and it's gone in the blink of an eye." The Taoist priest used his finger to pick his nose, sat up straight, and looked at the sloppy Taoist priest carefully: "My good disciple, we haven't seen each other for three years. You have changed your appearance, and the master almost didn't recognize him."

At this moment, I took a closer look at the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest looked in his forties, with a shaved beard, a messy hair, and a torn Taoist robe on his body, so dirty that he could not tell his original color.

No wonder the sloppy Taoist priest is so sloppy, it turns out that the master is like this.

However, when I carefully sensed the aura emitted from the sloppy Taoist master, I suddenly realized that his master seemed to have not been very powerful in his cultivation. I don’t know if it was deliberately hiding it or if his cultivation was not good at all.

The sloppy Taoist said that when he went down the mountain, he was the one with the worst cultivation among the group of brothers, and maybe this is really possible.

Because the master doesn't look very powerful.

Songhe Zhenren looked at the sloppy Taoist priest for a while, and looked very satisfied. He smiled and said, "You should keep your word. You don't have to take it too seriously about the assessment. People live for a lifetime, just to be free and easy. If you can't beat them, we won't fight. It would be good if you stay on the mountain for a few more years."

"Master, both of our masters and apprentices were looked down upon at the beginning. When I came back this time, I would like to give you a sigh of relief no matter what I said." The sloppy Taoist said with confidence.

"What kind of steamed buns is meaningless. Just live happily. Master doesn't care..." Songhe Zhenren smiled and then stood up, circled around the sloppy Taoist priest. The smile on his face disappeared: "You little brat, you have been going down the mountain for three years. You have not seen your master for three years, so you came empty-handed? You don't bring a few bottles of good wine to your master. Without Maotai Wuliangye, you can get a few bottles of Erguotou."

When we heard Songhe Zhenren's words, we were speechless.

I originally thought that Songhe Zhenren looked like a fairy-like figure, but it turned out to be as unreliable as a sloppy Taoist priest.

Only an unreliable master can teach such an unreliable apprentice. If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, I was delayed by my master, otherwise I would have gone to college in the morning.

The sloppy Taoist priest smiled and said, "Master, how could I forget to respect you? You wait..."

As he said that, the sloppy Taoist opened the eight treasure bags of Qiankun, and took out boxes of Maotai directly, as well as Wuliangye.

There are also food and drinks, which are placed one by one in front of Songhe Zhenren.

What he saw was stunned by the real person Songhe.

"Good guy! Good guy! So much!"

As Songhe Zhenren said, he couldn't wait to open the box, took out a bottle of Moutai, drank half a bottle in one breath, and savored it carefully, happily like a child: "That's right, it's just this taste. The last time I drank Moutai was twenty years ago, you are such a filial apprentice."

As he said that, he tore open a vacuum-packed pig's hooves, held them and started to chew them.

From beginning to end, Songhe Zhenren didn't look at us, which made us feel a little embarrassed.

The sloppy Taoist priest piled up half of the room. While Songhe was eating meat and drinking, he began to work hard to clean up the dirty and messy things in the room.

We were not idle either, so we hurriedly went up to help and took care of the house. Finally, we could gain a foothold.

After we finished packing, Songhe Zhenren had already drunk two bottles of Maotai and his face was flushed.

He seemed to notice us only then and asked, "You are the ones who are your friends?"

The sloppy Taoist clapped his hands, greeted us, and said, "Master, let me introduce you to you. These are my friends."

When we introduced a few of us, the old Taoist would be absent-minded, but only when we introduced Kasang, he said that his master was killing Qianli, and the true man Songhe sat on the ground in a frightened manner.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" The sloppy Taoist priest hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"You little brat, don't joke with your master. Is this kid really a disciple who kills Qianli?" Songhe Zhenren looked at Kasan with an incredible look on his face.

"Senior, my name is Kasan. My master is really killing Qianli." Kasan said respectfully.

"My God, don't call me senior. Even when we assign a sect, we would call us senior when we see him. I dare not be the one." Songhe Zhenren waved his hand quickly.

"Senior, Luo Ge and I are called brothers. You are his master, so I will naturally call you senior." Kasan saluted again.
Chapter completed!