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Text Chapter 701: Friendship at the end of the year

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    Zheng Sanbao's teaching was quite good. After a while of chattering, these disciples finally guessed Qingluan's origin.

    "Sambo, what are you doing here?"

    An Ziyu is a little uneasy about Qingluan after all. Regardless of Master's chaotic Yuanyang records, Qingluan is extremely arrogant and will cause trouble if he is not careful.  .

    "Well, to be honest, An Ziyu firstly felt that the teacher's fate was difficult, and secondly, he felt that it was pretty good. As for what was good, he didn't know.  

    By the time he arrived at the World Tree, Qingluan had already fallen asleep. As for the words of Zheng Sanbao's disciples, An Ziyu understood them clearly.

    ??????????????????????????? But I feel a little unhappy. Although I haven¡¯t acknowledged the master¡¯s mandarin duck genealogy, but Qingluan is also your future Taoist wife, how can I let you point fingers, so my words are a bit stiff.

    "Master, I am here with a few of my disciples to recuperate their energy."

    Seeing the arrival of the Taoist master, the few gangsters immediately became calm, while Zheng Sanbao licked his face to say hello. I don¡¯t know what happened, but the master looked a little unhappy.

    "If you nourish your qi, you should nourish your qi. Where are all the nonsense? This world tree is a place of pure cultivation. If you wait for any noise, write it down first so that you can make meritorious deeds in the future."

    As soon as An Ziyu said these words, Zheng Sanbao knew that it was probably a few of his disciples who had gotten into trouble with their master. There was no way, Zheng Sanbao was too familiar with the master An Ziyu.  

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    "It's just that, didn't a few of my disciples just talk about the Qingluan?  Why is this so?

    But the master was the greatest, and Zheng Sanbao did not dare to protect his shortcomings, so he hurriedly bid farewell to his master.

    The master is so angry now that if he talks any more, he is seeking death. It is unlikely that Zheng Sanbao will ever experience the feeling of facing a wall and thinking about his past, let alone now that he has a disciple.  Being punished again would be too uncomfortable in terms of face.

    Zheng Sanbao left in a hurry with a few disciples, while An Ziyu raised his head and looked at Qingluan sleeping on the leaves, feeling something weird in his heart.

    After standing in a daze under the tree for a while, An Ziyu threw out a piece of Dao Ling, and the Dao Ling turned into blue light.  It fell on Qingluan's neck.

    In response to this, Qingluan just opened his eyes and fell asleep after seeing that it was no harm to him.

    "This is a token of my Taoist master, lest those boys come and disturb you."

    An Ziyu felt a little embarrassed, and then he said a few words using the method of transmitting sound into the secret, turned around and left. He felt that if he stayed for a while, others would think he had some intentions.

    Back to the main hall, An Ziyu sat down on the futon.  Just when I was about to do some Qingxiu, I felt a little uneasy. I couldn't help but open my eyes and smiled bitterly: "Master, you are doing a lot of harm to others."

    Yang Chenyu didn't pay attention to An Ziyu's troubles. At this time, he found Ba She Qixiu.

    Now Ba She Qixiu is experiencing the world in the rebuilt Taoist temple in Ba She Mountain.

    Well, to put it bluntly, he acts as a Taoist priest in the Taoist temple.  Just a cook in a Taoist temple.

    ¡°Uncle Qixiu, what¡¯s good to eat today?¡±

    A little Taoist priest of sixteen or seventeen years old sneaked into the kitchen.  Asked when he saw Qixiu.

    At this time, Qixiu was slovenly, with a smoky look on his face. When he saw the little Taoist priest running towards him, he couldn't help laughing: "Braised lion's head, twice-cooked pork, stewed goose with winter melon, and white seaweed soup. By the way, you prepared good wine.  Woolen cloth?"

    "Wow, don't say it, Master Seventh Cultivator. My mouth is almost drooling when I talk about it. This is the master's good wine. I stole it from his room at the risk of my life."

    The little Taoist priest touched the saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth, took out a white porcelain wine bottle from his arms, and placed it on the table.

    This little Taoist priest is called Wang Zijun. He is not from the Qinglong Taoist lineage, but an orphan from a nearby village. His parents were eaten by monsters, and he lives in the mountains and forests, struggling to survive alone.

    When he was eleven or twelve years old, the Taoist temple happened to be rebuilt and he was taken in by a kind-hearted outer disciple, thus becoming a non-staff member of the Ba She Temple.

    With the continuous changes in the staff of the Ba Snake Temple, Wang Zijun became the oldest Taoist boy in the Taoist temple. He was sent to Fengming Mountain twice by the temple owner to take the entrance examination.

    But this kid simply couldn¡¯t forget the taste of hunger, so he was eliminated at the first level every time.

    But Ba Sheguan was not worried about not being able to support such a Taoist boy. Over time, Wang Zijun got to know Qixiu who came to Ba Sheguan to work as a cook.

    From time to time, Qixiu would give this little Taoist boy some trouble, while Wang Zijun would always steal the Taoist master's wine to please Qixiu.

      The two have become invisibly close friends.

    Qixiu opened the lid of the wine bottle, sniffed it, and praised: "Li Mingyan's wine-making method has improved again."

    Li Mingyan and Hafujie are both disciples of An Ziyu, and he has been the master of the Ba She Temple for several years. He knows that this uncle of the Seventh Cultivator is in the Taoist temple. Otherwise, then  How could Wang Zijun steal the wine?

    How to put it this way, Li Mingyan is also an inner disciple, and his room can be regarded as a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.

    "Uncle Seventh Master, why haven't you served dinner yet?" The temple master led the Taoist priests out of the temple. Wang Zijun now felt as if a hand was about to stretch out from his throat. Seeing Qi Xiu praising the wine, he couldn't help but urge.

    "You brat, why are you so anxious? There are still people who haven't arrived yet."

    Qixiu chuckled, but his eyes were staring at the sky.

    Is there anyone else?  Wang Zijun blinked his eyes and looked at the place in the kitchen where the dishes might be hidden. However, Wang Zijun was very disappointed. The Seventh Cultivator was so powerful that he couldn't find the place where he hid the dishes every time.

    Come on, come on that person.

    Wang Zijun prayed in his heart. At this moment, a ray of green energy fell vertically from the sky and landed in the kitchen of the Taoist temple. Wang Zijun only felt that there was a blur in front of his eyes, but there was an additional young Taoist priest.

    Why does this person look familiar? Wang Zijun couldn't help but think about it.

    "Junior brother, senior brother is a little late. What is this?" Yang Chenyu looked at Qixiu and laughed.

    "It's not too late, senior brother, he came at the right time. This is Wang Zijun, junior brother's old friend. It is said that he provided this wine."

    Qi Xiu pointed at Wang Zijun and said something, then waved his right hand, and then a table of dishes appeared on the originally empty dining table, but there were many more dishes than what Qi Xiu had mentioned before.

    These dishes seemed to be freshly baked, and the aroma that hit his face made the prince's mouth water immediately.

    Hearing Qixiu¡¯s voice to start the meal, Wang Zijun grabbed the chopsticks and filled a bowl full of dry rice, and then quickly picked up the dishes with the chopsticks.

    Looking at the appearance of this prince, Yang Chenyu couldn't help but laugh. It's no wonder that he and Junior Brother Qixiu have become friends for many years. This obsession with food alone is not something that ordinary people can achieve.
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