Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Yu Jizi saw the stunned look on the drunk Taoist's face and knew what he was thinking, but he didn't reveal it. He smiled and said, "Now the forty-seven alien tribes in the northern border have begun to move southward in the Black Forest, preparing to participate in the human alliance in a month and a half. Brother, you only need to reach the Black Forest, and you don't have to go deep into the barbarian northern badlands. It will take at most ten days to go back and forth."

The drunk Taoist shook his head and said, "That's not what I meant. It's just that since this sword is no less powerful than the Samsara and Xuanyuan, it would be a bit... for an old man like me to go there..."

Yu Jizi interrupted him and said, "Brother Qingfeng, others may not know, but I know that your cultivation is the highest in the entire Samsara Peak. I'm afraid I may not be your opponent. You are the most suitable candidate."

The drunk Taoist smiled bitterly and said, "Since the head of the sect has shown me favor, I will go there for the sake of my old face."

Yu Jizi said, "You can take a few trusted elders with you, but don't take young disciples with you. This magic sword is my Cang Yun's secret weapon. The fewer people who know about it, the better."

The drunk Taoist nodded, discussed the details of escorting the magic sword with Yu Jizi, and then said goodbye and left.

After leaving the study, the drunk Taoist looked at the blue sky and took a long breath.

He was not a fool, on the contrary, he was smarter than anyone.

At that moment, he thought of the joint.

Yu Jizi did not send Yunhe Taoist, but sent him to the northern border to secretly escort the magic sword back to the mountain, which was inseparable from Ye Xiaochuan's marriage.

The drunk Taoist knew that when he had made a decision on Ye Xiaochuan's marriage, Yu Jizi had already leaned towards Ye Xiaochuan in the inheritance of the future successor of Cangyunmen.

Maybe Yu Jizi valued the ancient sword pool very much, but there was a problem he could not get around, that is, Ye Xiaochuan's marriage.

It would be fine if Ye Xiaochuan married Yang Yishuang of Piaomiao Pavilion, but the drunk Taoist clearly rejected the marriage and kept talking about Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou.

There is a lot of tricks in this.

Whoever Yun Qiyou marries will be the head of Cangyunmen in the future. Whether Yu Jizi is willing or not.

Who made Yun Qiyou the most intimate little cotton-padded jacket of the evil god?

Now the drunk Taoist regretted what he said in the study.

He did not think of using Yun Qiyou to perform magic at first, but Yu Jizi's words in the study reminded him.

In recent years, the drunk Taoist has always been worried about the life experience of his eldest disciple, fearing that one day Ye Xiaochuan's life experience would be exposed and he would be unacceptable to both the righteous and the evil.

In the study, Yu Jizi mentioned Yun Qiyou's life experience, and his words were very respectful and fearful of the evil god, Xuanshuang Fairy and others in the heaven.

This made the drunk Taoist find a glimmer of hope for Ye Xiaochuan.

If Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou were together, even if his life experience was exposed in the future, no one would dare to touch him.

Because he was the son-in-law of the evil god.

At that time, the drunk Taoist did not think too much, he just wanted to use Yun Qiyou's identity to pave a way out for his eldest disciple in the future.

Now he realized that the headmaster had misunderstood his thoughts and thought that he was using Yun Qiyou to pave the way for Ye Xiaochuan to compete for the position of headmaster.

Now what else could the drunk Taoist do except smile bitterly?

It was already noon when he returned to his residence. Ye Xiaochuan fell asleep on the recliner in the yard. Yang Shijiu was holding Yang Baobao and urinating on Ye Xiaochuan's face.

Ye Xiaochuan reached out and wiped the boy's urine on his cheek, mumbling: "Why is it raining?"

Yang Shijiu was holding back his laughter, and the neighbor next door, Gu Paner, was lying on the wall and almost fell down with laughter.

Only Li Wanjun and Xiaoya on the side looked worried.

The drunk Taoist walked in and coughed when he saw this scene.

Yang Shijiu was startled and immediately stuffed Yang Baobao into Li Wanjun's arms to show that he had done nothing wrong.

The drunk Taoist frowned and said, "Nineteen, you are too rude. Xiaochuan is your senior brother."

Yang Nineteen stuck out his tongue, then picked up the teapot on the stone table in the courtyard, poured a cup of cold tea, and splashed it on Ye Xiaochuan's cheek.

She shouted, "Little senior brother, get up! Master is back!"

Ye Xiaochuan immediately jumped up from the recliner, looking at his wet face, and then at Yang Nineteen holding a teacup in his hand.

He was furious and shouted, "Why are you throwing water at me!"

Yang Nineteen said, "Master is back, you are sleeping like a dead pig, and I can't wake you up. I can only splash you!"

After that, he turned around and told Li Wanjun and others to go back to the house quickly.

Ye Xiaochuan felt something was wrong. He reached out and touched the water stain on his cheek, then licked it and said to himself, "Why does it smell like urine?" He walked to the stone table, poured out the pot of herbal tea, and said to Xiaozhu who was busy in the kitchen, "Xiaozhu! This tea is all rotten, and the tea leaves have gone bad. Take out this year's new tea. My master drinks this kind of tea every day. No wonder my master is listless all day long." "Bang!" There was a sound of something falling to the ground on the side of the north wall, followed by a woman's giggle. Ye Xiaochuan shouted at the north wall: "Gu Paner, what are you doing? You are laughing so loudly that even the neighbors can hear it. Are you a woman?"

The drunk Taoist was very worried and didn't want to get involved in the fun of these young people. He said: "Xiaochuan, go wash your face first. I have something to tell you."

Ye Xiaochuan didn't have the habit of washing his face. He rubbed his cheeks with his hands and said: "Master, just say whatever you want to say."

If I hadn't seen Yang Baobao peeing on Ye Xiaochuan's face just now, it wouldn't be a big deal. Now the drunk Taoist just felt disgusted.

On second thought, it didn't matter. Yang Baobao's urine was a boy's urine, which was a good thing. It could ward off evil spirits and exorcise ghosts.

Now that Ye Xiaochuan used it as a facial cleanser to wash his face a few times, it wasn't a big deal. Maybe it could also beautify and remove wrinkles.

The drunk Taoist asked Ye Xiaochuan to sit down, and then said, "I talked about you with your uncle, the head of the sect."

Ye Xiaochuan said, "Is it about Yang Yishuang? Master, we are master and disciple, but I have to say something ugly in advance. The woman I want to marry and have children is Yun Qiyou. You can't sell me out for the benefit of Cang Yun."

The drunk Taoist said, "Who do you think I am? Don't worry. I have already made an agreement with the head of the sect. This matter ends here. You can marry whoever you want in the future. Even if you become a Taoist priest, it's up to you."

Ye Xiaochuan was overjoyed. His heart was finally at ease.

He shouted, "Master, you are really my dear master!"

He was so emotional that he couldn't help himself. He really jumped up, hugged the old drunk master, and kissed the drunk Taoist on the cheek.

The drunk Taoist didn't hesitate at all and ran to the kitchen.

Ye Xiaochuan said, "Master, where are you going!" The drunk Taoist said angrily, "Wash your face!"