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

What kind of master can teach such a smooth and worldly guy with eight hundred clever minds?

The sloppy Taoist priest shouted as he walked. He even reached the door of the house, but no one responded.

Soon, the sloppy Taoist priest opened the door and walked straight in.

As soon as I opened the door to this room, I smelled a strong smell of alcohol, which was a bit choking my nose.

Good guy, did it get soaked in the wine vat?

We followed the sloppy Taoist priest into the house. The first thing that caught our eyes was the wine bottles all over the floor, with no room for the pins. There were also a lot of smelly socks and shabby clothes thrown on the ground.

Then, when he looked up, he saw a person lying on the bed not far away, sleeping soundly. This person should be the sloppy Taoist master Songhe Zhenren.

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

The few of us stood in the room full of wine bottles, a little confused and afraid to move.

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

After a while, the man was woken up by the sloppy Taoist priest. He rubbed his eyes that were full of eye drops, took a careful look at the sloppy Taoist priest, and suddenly said: "Chiwen, why did you come back suddenly?"

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

Good guy, there is a master like this. His disciples have been down the mountain for three years and are about to take the exam. This master doesn't take it seriously at all.

Don't even know why he came back.

I’ve probably forgotten all about the sloppy Taoist disciple.

"Master, I've been down the mountain for three years. Aren't I coming back to take the exam? You haven't forgotten all this, have you?" the sloppy Taoist priest said with some embarrassment.

"Ah...yes, yes, that's what happened. Three years have passed in the blink of an eye." The Taoist priest picked his nose with his fingers, sat up straight, and looked at the sloppy Taoist priest carefully.

: "My dear disciple, we haven't seen each other for three years, and your appearance has changed. I almost didn't recognize you."

At this time, I took a closer look at the Taoist Priest. The Taoist Priest looked to be about forty years old. He had an unkempt beard and messy hair. His Taoist robe was in tatters and was so dirty that the original color could not be seen.

.

No wonder the sloppy Taoist priest is so slovenly. It turns out that the master also looks like this.

However, when I carefully sensed the aura emanating from the sloppy Taoist master, I suddenly discovered that his master didn't seem to have a very good cultivation level. I don't know if he was hiding it deliberately or because his cultivation level was not that good in the first place.

The sloppy Taoist priest said that when he came down from the mountain, he was the one with the worst cultivation among the group of fellow disciples. Perhaps this is really possible.

Because the master doesn't look very powerful.

Master Songhe looked at the sloppy Taoist priest for a long time, looked very satisfied, and said with a smile: "Chiwen, you don't have to worry too much about the assessment. People live their whole lives not just to be free and easy.

If we can't fight, we won't fight. It would be good for you to stay with us as our teacher in the mountains for a few more years."

"Master, we, master and disciple, were both looked down upon by others back then. When I come back this time, I will do anything to give you a reputation." The sloppy Taoist priest said with confidence.

"There's no point in trying to make steamed buns. Just live your life happily. Master doesn't care..." Master Songhe chuckled, stood up immediately, and circled around the sloppy Taoist priest. The smile on his face immediately disappeared:

"You stinky boy, you have been down the mountain for three years, and you are not doing well at first glance. You haven't seen the master for three years, so you came here empty-handed? You didn't bring a few bottles of good wine for the master. Without Maotai Wuliangye, you

It’s okay to get a few bottles of Erguotou.”

Hearing Master Songhe's words, a few of us were really speechless.

I originally thought that Master Songhe had an immortal appearance, but it turned out that he was just as unreliable as a sloppy Taoist priest.

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

The sloppy Taoist priest chuckled and said: "Master, how could I forget to respect you, the old man? Just wait..."

With that said, the sloppy Taoist priest opened the Eight Treasures Bag of the Universe and took out boxes of Moutai, as well as Wuliangye.

There were also food and drinks, which were placed one by one in front of Master Songhe.

The person who saw Master Songhe was dumbfounded.

"Good guys! Good guys! So many!"

As Master Songhe spoke, he eagerly opened the box, took out a bottle of Moutai, drank half of the bottle in one breath, tasted it carefully, and was as happy as a child: "Yes, it tastes like this.

The last time I drank Maotai was twenty years ago. You are such a filial disciple."

As he spoke, he tore open a large vacuum-packed pig's trotter, hugged it, and started chewing it.

From the beginning to the end, Master Songhe didn't even look at us, which inevitably made a few of us feel a little embarrassed.

The sloppy Taoist priest filled up half of the room with the things he bought. While Master Songhe was eating meat and drinking wine, he started busy cleaning up the mess in the room.

A few of us were not idle, we quickly went to help and took good care of the house, and finally it was able to stand on its own feet.

By the time we finished cleaning up, Master Songhe had already drank two bottles of Maotai and his face was red.

He seemed to notice us just then and asked, "Chiwen, are these all your friends?"

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

When several of us were introduced, the old Taoist seemed absent-minded. Only when he introduced Kasang and said that his master killed Qianli, Master Songhe sat down on the ground in fright.

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

"You stinky boy, don't joke with me. This boy is really the disciple who killed Qianli?" Master Songhe looked at Kasang with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Senior, my name is Kasang, and my master is really capable of killing thousands of miles." Kasang said respectfully.

"Oh my God, don't call me senior. Sha Qianli even calls our headmaster senior when we meet. I don't dare to do it." Master Songhe waved his hand quickly.

"Senior, Brother Luo and I call each other brothers. You are his master, so I naturally want to call you senior." Kasang saluted again.
Chapter completed!