I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

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

What kind of master can teach such a smooth and sophisticated guy with [-] minds.

The slovenly Taoist yelled as he walked, and he reached the door of the house, but no one responded.

Soon, the sloppy Taoist priest pushed open the door and walked in.

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

Good guy, is this soaked in the wine tank?

We followed the sloppy Taoist priest into the house, and the first thing we saw was wine bottles all over the floor, with no room for pins, and there were a lot of smelly socks and old clothes thrown on the ground.

Then, as soon as he raised his head, he saw a person lying on the bed not far away, sleeping soundly. This person should be Master Songhe, the sloppy Taoist priest.

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

A few of us stood among the wine bottles in the room, a little dazed and didn't dare to move.

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

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

The man suddenly asked this sentence, and the few of us almost lost our footing.

Good guy, there is such a master. The apprentice has been down the mountain for three years and is about to take the assessment. This master doesn't take it seriously at all.

Don't even know why he came back.

It is estimated that the apprentice of the sloppy Taoist priest has been forgotten.

"Master, I've been down the mountain for three years. Didn't I come back to participate in the assessment? Don't you forget about it?" the slovenly Taoist said in embarrassment.

"Ah... that's right, that's what happened. It's been three years, and it's passed in the blink of an eye." The priest picked his nose with his fingers, sat up straight, and looked at the sloppy Taoist carefully. : "My good apprentice, we haven't seen each other for three years, you have changed your appearance, I almost didn't recognize you as a teacher."

At this moment, I took a closer look at the Taoist leader, who looked to be in his forties, with a beard and messy hair, and the tattered Taoist robe on his body, so dirty that he couldn't see his original color. .

No wonder the sloppy Taoist is so sloppy, it turns out that the master is also like this.

But when I carefully sensed the aura emanating from the sloppy Taoist master, I suddenly found that his master didn't seem to have a strong cultivation base.

The sloppy Taoist priest said that when he came down the mountain, he was the one with the worst cultivation among the group of senior brothers, maybe this is really possible.

Because Master doesn't look very powerful.

Immortal Songhe sized up the sloppy Taoist priest for a long time, looked very satisfied, and said with a smile: "Chiwen, you don't have to pay too much attention to the matter of the assessment. People live for a lifetime, don't they just want to be at ease? If we can't fight, we won't fight, it's good for you to stay with me as a teacher for a few more years on the mountain."

"Master, back then both of us, master and apprentice, were looked down upon by others. When I come back this time, I will speak up for you no matter what I say." The slovenly Taoist said confidently.

"It's meaningless to try to steam the steamed buns. You just want to live happily. Master doesn't care..." Master Songhe chuckled, got up immediately, and walked around the sloppy Taoist priest, and the smile on his face disappeared immediately: "You brat, I've been down the mountain for three years, and you're not doing well at first sight. I haven't seen my master for three years, so I came here empty-handed? I didn't bring a few bottles of good wine for my teacher. You don't have Moutai Wuliangye. It’s okay to get a few bottles of Erguotou.”

Hearing the words of Master Songhe, the few of us were really speechless.

Originally, he thought that Master Songhe was an immortal, but he turned out to be as unreliable as a sloppy Taoist priest.

An unreliable master can teach such an unreliable apprentice. If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, I was also delayed by my master, or else I would go to college in the morning.

The sloppy Taoist smiled and said, "Master, how could I forget to show respect to you old man, just wait..."

As he said that, the sloppy Taoist priest opened the Qiankun Eight Treasures Bag, and immediately brought out boxes of Moutai, as well as Wuliangye.

In addition, food and drink were placed in front of Daoist Songhe one by one.

Those who showed the real Songhe were dumbfounded.

"Good fellow! Good fellow! So many!"

While speaking, Master Songhe couldn't wait to open the box, took out a bottle of Moutai, drank half of the bottle in one go, tasted it carefully, and was as happy as a child: "Yes, this is the taste, The last time I drank Moutai was 20 years ago, you are really a filial disciple.”

As he said that, he also tore open a big vacuum-packed pig's trotter, held it directly, and gnawed on it.

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

The scruffy Taoist priest piled up half the room with the things he bought, and while Master Songhe was eating meat and drinking, he began to busily clean up the mess in the house.

The few of us were not idle, and hurried up to help, took good care of the house, and finally stood firm.

After we cleaned up, Master Songhe had already drank two bottles of Moutai, and his face was flushed.

He seemed to have noticed us just now, and asked, "Chiwen, are these all your friends?"

The sloppy Taoist clapped his hands, greeted us, and said, "Master, let me introduce you. These are my friends."

When introducing the few of us, the old Taoist looked absent-minded, but when he introduced Kasang and said that his master was killing thousands of miles, the real Songhe sat down on the ground in fright.

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

"You brat, don't joke with Wei Shi, this kid is really the apprentice who kills thousands of miles?" Master Songhe looked at Kasang with an unbelievable look on his face.

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

"My God, don't call me senior, even our head teacher will call me senior when we kill thousands of miles, I don't dare to do that." Master Songhe waved his hand quickly.

"Senior, brother Luo and I are considered brothers. You are his master, so I naturally call you senior." Kassan saluted again.

"Okay, you brat, you are getting bigger and bigger, you are really embarrassing for the teacher." Master Songhe looked at the sloppy Taoist priest.