Bug Master In Doomsday

"Sect Master, Sect Master Liu Xiao of the Temple of Order and Master Uncle Mei Shan are quarreling again! Right at the door of our residence, it seems that we still have to do something!"

An outer disciple who hurriedly rushed to report the letter eagerly pointed to the door of the house and the location of the gate of the residence. He saw with his own eyes that the two sect masters were preparing to fight, and he didn't know if there was a fight now.

Sitting in the upper part of the meeting hall, Cang Qing held the armrest of the Grand Master's chair and sighed with a sad face. He waved his hand at the outer disciple in annoyance, "I know, I'll go over immediately."

"What's this?" Cang Qing complained, feeling a bit bad. The sect masters of the seven or eight sects just asked him if he wanted to have tea together. He all agreed, but it turned out to be something like this. Stall things!

"This Meishan is also true. Knowing that Liu Xiao has the same stinky temper as the stone in the pit, he rushed to fight him. If you can beat it, you can't beat it! I have to give it to you every time. You wipe your ass."

Cang Qing murmured, stood up with frowning, and walked towards the door of the station.

"Meishan! Hasn't your old dog been itchy by me lately? Or is your courage fattened?"

Do you think that the ancestors of Penglai have achieved the realm of saints, and someone will support you? Think I dare not touch you? "Liu Xiao sneered twice, looking at Meishan, which was one end shorter than him in front of him, and his expression was full of sarcasm.

"You fart! I..." Before the words were finished, they were interrupted by a full of breath coming from not far away.

"Okay! I said that today is here to taste tea and talk about Taoism. Have you two have enough trouble? Isn't it embarrassing enough!" Cang Qing shouted with a slight anger, making Liu Xiaohe with a sneer expression on his face. Meishan finally closed his mouth.

Now Canglangmen is the strongest sect in the Nanpai Islands. It doesn't matter what they do on other occasions. Now that Cangqing is here, they still have to give a bit of face.

"Don't stand here to let other sects read the jokes, just come in." Cang Qing looked at the seven or eight sect masters around him with a mocking and mocking look, and his heart was a little angry.

They are all from the southern sect. They have an appointment to taste tea and discuss the Taoism together. It's good for you to stand at the door and watch the jokes!

"Hey! Cangzhangmen, I brought you good tea this time. You can't drink the tea tips on the three thousand-year-old phoenix tea trees."

"Oh?" Cang Qing looked at this sloppy, somewhat awkward-looking fellow beside him in amazement, and couldn't help asking: "Huh! Old Jiang, you are also sick today? Normally you don't do that. Kindly bring me tea, are you begging me for something this time?"

Old Jiang gave a weird laugh, and his dirty hands patted Cangqing's clean and tidy turquoise robe quite sharply, "Look! Everyone is the same way, so why can't I just come and show my courtesy? Patriarch Penglai is still promoted to saint...I am also happy for you."

Hearing his hypocritical remarks, Cang Qing smiled heartily and happily, and couldn't help but slander: This usually stingy old **** came to please Penglai and just said it straight, and still bends with himself. Hypocritical courtesy.

"Haha, okay, with your good tea from ginger, our tea party this time is really delicious."

Hearing this, Old Jiang couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly, and nodded, a trace of joke flashed in the depths of his eyes. It was indeed delicious, but you might not be able to enjoy it.