Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Over there, in Xiaoyao Pavilion.

After the old man in green robe and Zhimingke and his companions finished their tea, the big man in sackcloth clothes took out several jars of fine wine, and everyone drank happily again.

In a daze, the old man in green robe slapped his forehead and said, "Hiss~ I almost forgot."

He took out a few jade bottles.

"Here, here are some for you, one bottle each."

"What?" Master Su Shang raised his eyes.

"A pill, a pill made by my good disciple, a spiritual quality pill for benefiting the soul!"

"Want the elixir? Let me try it." Mr. Huojia took it.

"You are a herbalist, but you accepted an alchemist as your apprentice. It's funny, really funny." Zhimingke took a sip of wine and shook his head drunkenly.

The old man in green robe: "What are you laughing at? Herbalists and alchemists complement each other. Besides, he is more than just an alchemist."

"What? Can he be a personal cultivator?"

"Sword cultivator."

"You can't be said to be taking advantage of others by trying two things at once," Master Su Shang commented coldly.

The green-robed old man snorted twice and said proudly, "He is less than 20 years old, but he is already a third-grade alchemist and an eighth-level cultivator."

The hemp-clothed man exclaimed: "A third-grade alchemist is indeed quite amazing."

Zhi Ming Ke suddenly asked, "Old Baicao, could it be that the clouds, mist and rain were also given to you by your disciple as a gift?"

The old man in green robe shook his head, "No."

"No, then who is it?"

"A person who is overly respectful and loving to his elders...hiccups...not...a junior." The old man in green robe burped, sobered up a little, and quickly finished his description.

When you are away from home, don't speak ill of your family members.

So Qi Wu Yue, who was very respectful to his elders, suddenly sneezed.

"Old Baicao, how come you have so many capable juniors? A third-grade alchemist's apprentice is not enough, but there is actually a junior who is so generous. This is really a cloud of smoke and rain."

"No, what status do you have as a young man? How can I give you Xian Ming tea as a gift?"

The old man in green robe said proudly: "Because 'she' is——"

"What is it? Why don't you say anything?"

The green-robed old man waved his hands frantically and said with a burp, "I can't say. I can't say."

The Taoist Han Hui said: "Oh, you are still trying to hide it."

"Come, drink!" The big man in sackcloth clothes suddenly raised the jar of wine and said loudly.

"Yes, drink, drink."

Everyone started toasting each other again.

Until the moon reached its zenith, except for the bright lights in the attic, everything else was pitch black as ink.

The old man in green robe is obviously a person who cannot hide things, and he also has a good quality - he speaks the truth after drinking.

The Taoist Han Hui glanced at him with a sinister look. He always felt that what Lao Baicao had not said yet might be the biggest gain of his trip.

Thinking of this, he staggered to his feet, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and sat down next to the old man in green robe who was also drunk.

With an arm around his shoulder, he said, "Old Baicao, who exactly is that kid of yours? Why are you hiding him from us?"

At this time, several people were already drunk on the scene, only Mr. Huojia was unable to drink and remained sober.

The burly man in hemp clothes suddenly stood up, slammed the table and shouted, "Where are you running to, monster!"

Then he kicked the chair away and took a step forward.

With a bang, he fell straight to the ground.

The old man in green robe was startled by his shout, and when he heard the words of the Taoist Hanhui, he chuckled with his face flushed by the smell of alcohol.

He stretched out a shaky finger and looked at the cold gray Taoist who had transformed into three or four figures in front of him: "You, do you want to hear my secrets?"

Before the Taoist Han Hui could say anything, he shook his finger and said resolutely, "Impossible, I am very tight-lipped."

The two of them were well aware of his character and did not ask any further questions.

as predicted.

After a cup of tea, this person seemed to have forgotten everything.

He patted the cold gray Taoist on the shoulder and said mysteriously, "Old Gray, Baldy, I'm going to tell you a secret."

Taoist Hanhui and Buddhist Huojia looked at each other.

The next second, three very different heads came together furtively.

Green robe old man: "#%#&#!"

The Taoist Han Hui's eyes flashed.

Mr. Huojia put his palms together and said, "What an amazing secret."

The three of them raised their heads and pretended nothing had happened.

The old man in green robe laughed drunkenly: "This old man... didn't say anything!"

Taoist Hanhui and lay Buddhist Huojia nodded in unison.

The next morning.

The waiters from Xiaoyao Pavilion came in one after another, carrying trays.

The hungover people spent the whole night lying on tables, chairs, and even on the floor before they got up, holding their heads.

The advantage of fine wine is that it will not give the monks splitting headaches.

After performing a cleansing technique, he took the towel from the tray and washed his face and hands. Master Su Shang returned to his spotless and aloof demeanor, flicked his snow-white whisk, and said, "Everyone, we will meet again tomorrow. I'll take my leave now."

The old man in green robe was still dazed. Hearing this, he quickly said, "Wait a minute!"

He rushed forward with a crab-like running posture and handed Master Su Shang a handful of spiritual plants with a hazy glow.

"This is a gift I planted for you. Keeping it by your side while you practice can help you clear your mind of distractions and stabilize your heart."

It goes without saying how important it is to stabilize one's mind in the Tao during cultivation, so the value of this spiritual plant cultivated by True Man Baicao can also be seen.

Master Su Shang did not refuse and accepted it, saying, "Okay, thank you very much."

The old man in green robe gave one of the same spiritual plants to Zhimingke, Hanhuidaozhe, Huojiajushi and the big man in hemp clothes.

Everyone said goodbye with sighs.

The burly man in sackcloth clothes took off the broken gourd wine jug from his waist and threw it into the air.

The magic weapon changed a hundred times, and he sat cross-legged on it, his figure gradually moving away.

The fate teller opened the star chart and the figure disappeared instantly.

The old man in green robe waved towards the sky.

Following a loud crane cry, the snow crane circled down and stood quietly in front of him.

The old man in green robe rode a snow crane and gracefully disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

Taoist Han Hui looked at Buddhist Huo Jia and said, "Tubular Monk, how are you going to leave?"

Huojia Lay Buddhist tapped the ground with his Zen stick and said, "Walk on foot."

Buddhism cultivates the mind, and walking is also a part of practice.

"Then I'll take my leave first."

The wind blew the wide gray and black Taoist robe, and as soon as the words fell, the cold and gray Taoist disappeared.

Baicao Garden.

The green-robed old man said with a wild smile: "Come quickly, my dear disciple, and see what good things I have won on this trip, hahaha!"

Ground cover flower.

A touch of the air of the sky.

Two top-notch stones.

Several consecrated instruments.

A bunch of spiritual plants of different grades and a piece of... rough river stone covered with moss?

Qi Wu Yue glanced at them one by one, "Not bad."

Then he brushed his sleeves and put it into his mustard seed ring, saying, "Give me back my things."

The old man in green robe said sarcastically: "Oh, oh, oh, it's not bad."

Qi Wu Yue raised his eyebrows, and when he raised his hand, the fat bird beside him was instantly sucked into his hand and strangled by the neck.

It also strangled the fate of the old man in green robe.

Qi Wu Yue opened his eyelids and said, "Old man, have you become arrogant after going out for a while?"