Not long after, Master Songhe led Master Songbao and a group of his disciples into the bedroom of the sloppy Taoist priest.

I was already carrying a glass of water, walked over to the sloppy Taoist priest, and gave him water.

This kid was very good at pretending to be weak. He was trembling and he didn't drink much water, so he spilled it on my hand.

As soon as he entered the door, Master Songbao saw the sloppy Taoist priest who was pretending to be extremely weak. His face immediately tightened and he walked quickly towards the sloppy Taoist priest: "Oh my, why are you injured so badly? Hold Wen, last night

You tried too hard in this competition, after all, your health is more important."

To be honest, Master Songbao's hypocritical appearance makes me want to vomit.

When the sloppy Taoist priest beat his apprentice yesterday, he wanted to deal with him personally. Now he pretended to be very concerned. He saw that the sloppy Taoist priest had won the top spot and had an unlimited future, so he came to try to improve relations with him.

Maybe in the future, a sloppy Taoist priest can become an elder of the Maoshan Sect.

The sloppy Taoist priest coughed violently and said quickly: "Uncle Songbao...I...I'm...I'm too injured to get out of bed to salute you...You...don't blame me.

"No, no, no, you have to rest quickly and lie down..." Master Songbao walked over and helped the sloppy Taoist priest cover himself with a quilt.

With his meticulous look, I might have thought he was the master of a sloppy Taoist priest.

Later, Chixuan, who had been slapped countless times by the sloppy Taoist priest before, came up to him, licked his face and said with a smile: "Junior brother Chiwen... I used to be ignorant when I was young, and I often bullied you. Now that I think about it, I regret it.

We are all fellow disciples, so don’t hold grudges, look at... you beat me yesterday... I even lost a few of my front teeth, it’s time to calm down, right?"

The sloppy Taoist coughed a few more times and said, "Oh...Senior Brother Chixuan, what I said...I never hold grudges. I was also very embarrassed yesterday. I was a bit harsh. Don't take it to heart."

"No, we will still be good brothers from now on." Chixuan smiled, showing two big gaping teeth, looking shameless.

At this time, Master Songbao once again asked with concern: "Nephew Chiwen, you are so seriously injured, where are you injured?"

The sloppy Taoist priest sighed quickly, looking like he was about to cry but had no tears: "Uncle Master...I won't hide it from you. You loved me the most when I was a child. You were also the first to see me after I was injured. Yesterday

I had a battle with Chilang in the evening. His ultimate move was too powerful. Although I won the battle, I was too seriously injured. Not only was my original strength damaged, but my Dantian Qi sea was also seriously damaged. I'm afraid I won't be able to practice in the future.

There is no room for improvement above that.”

When Master Songbao heard this, his expression changed: "Ah, how could it be so seriously injured...then...how can we practice in the future?"

Hearing what the sloppy Taoist said, the disciples of Master Songbao were quite nervous at first, but now they seemed to be relieved.

"Let's take it one step at a time. That's it for now. Thank you for your concern, uncle." The sloppy Taoist priest's eyes were red and he almost shed tears.

"Okay then... you can have a good rest, we will come see you another day." Master Songbao said, stood up, and walked toward the door with the disciples.

"Why don't you stay for a meal before leaving?" Master Songhe asked.

"No, no, senior brother Songhe, please take care of Chiwen, I have other things to do." Master Songbao waved his hand.

Chixuan didn't even say hello, turned around and left.

It is so realistic. I heard that after the sloppy Taoist priest injured his original essence and his Dantian Qi sea was damaged, he turned around and left without hesitation.

The sloppy Taoist priest deliberately put on this appearance in order to test them.

When it comes to Lao Liu, who else can compare to him?

After they all left, I immediately gave the slovenly Taoist a thumbs-up and said, "Lao Luo, if you are really yours, I will send them away with just a few words."

"I have been traveling around the world for many years, and I have seen too many people and sophistication. You can tell clearly at a glance whether you are a human or a dog. Now that I have the disease, let's keep a low profile, so as not to attract the wind and be remembered by others." The sloppy Taoist priest said lazily.

Said proudly.

"You brat, although Song Bao is not a good person, he is your uncle after all. There is no need to treat him like this." Master Songhe said calmly.

"Master is right, but we should try to have as little contact with this kind of people in the future. What bothers me the most is the grass on the wall. If the time comes, I will betray you, and I will definitely betray you." The sloppy Taoist priest chuckled.

In fact, his injury was almost healed after a night of recovery.

But the sloppy Taoist priest still decided to pretend to be sick, making everyone think that it was not easy for him to win against Chi Lang.

In his words, he is low-key.

Outside he can command as much as 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan, but in Maoshan Sect he must keep a low profile, and we don't know why he thinks so.

This afternoon, ever since I opened my eyes, people kept coming to visit the slovenly Taoist priest, asking for his welfare.

Before the competition, no one came to this dilapidated Taoist temple, but now it is full of people, one after another.

You can keep us busy.

Originally, the sloppy Taoist priest's throat was fine, but he just pretended to be coughing all afternoon, and finally something happened to his throat.

When it was getting dark and everyone had left, a middle-aged Taoist priest came again, carrying a bag of herbal medicines in his hand.

We recognized this person as soon as he walked in the door.

When the sloppy Taoist priests competed, it was this middle-aged Taoist priest in green who presided over the competition. This middle-aged Taoist priest was very humorous and extremely fair.

Master Songhe seemed to have a good relationship with this person. Before he entered the door, Master Songhe came over and said, "Junior Brother Songming, why are you here too?"

"There were so many people during the day that the threshold of your place was broken, so I didn't come over. I think there's no one around now. Come and see, is that boy Chiwen okay?" Master Songming chuckled and entered.

house door.

"Uncle Songming, you're here." The sloppy Taoist priest said in a hoarse voice.

"Are you okay, kid? You did a great job last night. You defeated Chilang and won the first place. I really don't know what happened to your kid outside in the past three years. How did you improve your cultivation so quickly?"

Master Songming said as soon as he came up.

"My health is not bad... I need to recover for a while... Uncle Master, you are here when you come, why do you still bring something with you? I'm so embarrassed..." After saying that he was embarrassed, the sloppy Taoist still took it from Master Song Ming.

Got something.

"Take it and drink it. It's the herb I found myself in Maoshan Sect. It's useful for recovering from your injuries. By the way... When I came in just now, I saw a few female disciples from Xiu Nu Peak standing at the door eagerly.
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