Lord Water God who still hasn't taken medicine today

"My lord witch, do you have any comments?" The Taoist in purple asked.

Yu Libai, the Taoist in purple, and Ji Lian, Pei Ji, were already sitting in the living room of the Ji Mansion. The green leaves in the front yard were dripping with dew. Ji Lian went to the back room to boil water and make tea. The Taoist old god was closing his eyes , Yu Libai stared at him from the corner of his eyes opposite him.

If it wasn't for the maiden's inability to marry for life, otherwise this scene would be wrong no matter how you look at it.

Hearing the Taoist in Ziyi's question, Yu Libai turned his eyes away and hummed softly in his heart.

It was you who stared.

As for Lou Qingrong and Baishang, they were dismissed by the Taoist in Ziyi with a few words.

The expressions on the faces of the two before they left were impressive.

Of course Yu Libai knew that mixed look of jealousy, hatred, unwillingness, longing, fear, hesitation, and disbelief.

It doesn't feel good for his kid to attract hatred for nothing, let alone judging from the words and deeds of those two people, they are not people who like to follow the right path.

Especially the woman named Baishang, Ji Lian didn't recognize her clothes, but he still recognized her.

The woman dressed herself as another Ji Yunshang.

Taoist Ziyi, who played a huge role in fueling the current situation, happily took the porcelain cup brought by Ji Lian. The cup transitioned from jade white at the bottom to emerald green at the top, and the cracked lines were like leaf veins. The quality said that the patterns were cracked, as if this porcelain teacup was a unique treasure in the world.

Ji Lian: "..."

The eyes are full of nostalgia, does the cup remind this person of something?

He handed the other teacup to the Mizu Priestess who somehow followed her home.

Yu Libai took the teacup, smiled at Ji Lian, took a sip, and put it aside.

Ji Lian: "..."

Also, where did this witch have a good impression of him?

Naturally, Ji Lian didn't know that Yu Libai, who was possessed by the witch, kept humming in his heart.

The dead child finally came back, and after staying for a few days, someone came over and wanted to snatch it, it was unbearable!

Lord Water God secretly made up his mind, no matter what, he couldn't let Ji Lian apprentice him.

After worshiping the master, he will definitely run away with the master, leaving him alone in Baihe Town, scumbag, scumbag!

Yu Libai didn't realize there was anything wrong with his wording, his whole body was shrouded in a dark aura, causing the other three people present to look sideways.

What's so weird about this witch?

The purple-clothed Taoist put down the porcelain cup, turned around, and asked casually, "Speaking of which, Pindao hasn't asked the witch's name until now."

The reference room had kept it in mind long ago, and Yu Libai said without hesitation, "My name is Baiyu, the witch Baiyu."

"Oh," the purple-clothed Taoist nodded, "It turns out to be the white fish witch. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Ha ha, this heightened hostility.

The Taoist in purple had various thoughts in his mind, and absent-mindedly lifted the lid of the teacup and took a sip.

As soon as the tea touched his tongue, he suddenly felt that the taste was not right, it was too bland, not like the Longjing that he thought his disciples loved.

He turned around with half-filled eyes, just in time to meet Ji Lian's gaze.

Taoist Zi Yi closed his mouth instantly and swallowed it. Because of his haste, such a Jindan Daoist choked on the tea.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Yu Libai: Well done!

The Taoist in purple finally breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the teacup and looked at it, the liquid in the cup was clear and clear, it was just a cup of boiled water.

He took another look at the teacup, and he was sure that it was his big apprentice's favorite, and it was a Kyoto Ming kiln that could not be exchanged for a thousand pieces of money.

The purple-clothed Taoist, who was only half like an old man, put the teacup on the table tremblingly, "Apprentice, do you know how much this cup costs?" How do you use it to hold plain water?

Ji Lian didn't answer him because of his address.

The Taoist in purple looked helplessly at the young man.

If Yunshang knew that her son filled boiled water with her treasured Ming Kiln teacup, she wouldn't slap him to death.

But... Yi Ren has passed away, what's the use of saying this?

She kept them, and naturally her son could use them as he wanted.

Regardless of the melancholy of the Taoist in purple, Ji Lian looked around in the living room. The white fish witch sat motionless on the seat as if meditating. Pei Ji nodded her head. She clearly wanted to sleep but insisted on sitting on the seat. Obviously The gesture of not leaving unless he left, so Taoist Ziyi, who didn't know whether to describe him as young or old, was particularly conspicuous in the living room.

Yu Libai watched the young man put down his teacup, and said with his usual cold attitude: "If you have nothing to do, sir, please go back."

The young man's voice awakened Taoist Ziyi from his contemplation.

The Taoist was helpless, "Why is there nothing wrong with the poor Taoist? The poor Taoist said it. I saw that my little friend has wonderful bones. I want to take you as a disciple."

After he finished speaking, what he saw was Ji Lian's cold eyes.

"Uh……"

Ji Lian interrupted him, not pointing out that his attitude was weird and unreliable, but said from another aspect: "I was in Europa, and I used to admire the holy power of the Holy See, or the magic and martial arts of the Dark Council, but all the teachers said I have no chance of learning."

The Taoist in Ziyi was disdainful, "Western things, there is something easy to learn, they must have missed it."

Ji Lian said nothing, and stretched out his hand in front of the other party.

The Taoist in purple frowned and looked at him, but Ji Lian's outstretched hand remained firm.

The purple-clothed Taoist sighed, "Why are you doing this?"

After speaking, he held Ji Lian's hand, and stretched out his dry palm like bark to touch it.

Bang!

Ji Lian and the purple-clothed Taoist looked at the opposite side together, but it was the white fish witch who knocked over the cup and spilled water on the table.

Yu Li held the water away with a blank expression on his face, "Sorry, I was not careful."

Ji Lian: "..."

Taoist in purple: "..."

Who believes you.

Yu Libai could only watch as the filthy Taoist touched his dead child from palm to arm, and was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth.

asshole!Ji Xiaozi obviously belongs to his family!

Pei Ji dozed off on the side, and the face of the purple-clothed Taoist became more and more wrong, Yu Libai watched the movement of the Taoist up and down his hands, and his expression was also wrong, Ji Lian looked at the witch goddess possessed by Yu Libai with a pensive expression.

There was something about this witch that he felt very familiar with.

what is it then?

The Taoist in purple hesitated to put down Ji Lian's hand.Muttering in his mouth: "...how is it possible?"

How could it be possible that Yunshang's child has no roots in cultivation?

Ji Lian knew that the Taoist got the answer he wanted, and he didn't say anything when he saw the Taoist's complexion, but thanked Yu Libai.

The witch, who had been in a bad mood since just now, finally laughed, "Master Ji is a person blessed by the water god of Baihe River, and I'm just carrying out the decree of the water god, so you don't need to thank you."

Ji Lian frowned, "Why?"

Yu Libai in the witch's shell smiled, "Young master asked me this question, and I don't know." The woman covered her mouth and smiled, "There are always people who are particularly likable, so why don't you ask?"

This answer was simply nonsense, Ji Lian's face was darkened, but he didn't say anything.

But the witch continued, "Master Ji, please don't worry about the rumors about the Changyuan Sword. In Baihe Town, no one can hurt you."

The witch's final voice even turned cold and severe, and Ji Lian became even more suspicious.

When did he have friendship with a god?And let the subordinates of this god do their best to protect him?

There must be another conspiracy.

Ji Lian came to a conclusion in his heart, and the Taoist in purple clothes who was talking about God was also attracted by the three characters "Chang Yuan Sword" in Yu Li's vernacular.

He didn't watch the fight carefully before, but the strange sharp weapon in the young man's hand is absolutely impossible to be the Changyuan Sword.

"However, rumors and gossip may spread, which is really troublesome." The royal family lost Ziwei Sword, and upon hearing about Changyuan Sword, they will definitely find it.

Yu Libai thought more.

He had already been approached by the royal family once before, and now that the rumors spread from Baihe Town again, he might cause a lot of trouble.

Ji Scythe must be well protected.

Yu Libai and Taoist Ziyi frowned and thought hard together, Ji Lian looked at them, and finally asked after a long time: "...Chang Yuan Sword, what is it?"

Yu Libai: "Huh?"

Taoist in purple: "Huh?"

Yu Libai: "You don't know?!"

Taoist in purple: "You don't even know?!"

Ji Lian, "...why do I need to know."

"No, no, no," the purple-clothed Taoist patted his forehead, "I'm just surprised that someone doesn't know."

Yu Libai nodded silently.

"No one knows everything," Ji Lian was not surprised, "you can just tell me about it."

"Ahem," the purple-clothed Taoist closed his mouth, and looked at Yu Libai, "White Fish Witch, what do you say?"

Realizing that he behaved wrong just now, Yu Libai also coughed a few times, closed his eyes, and declined, "Taoist."

"Okay." The Taoist in purple didn't say much, picked up his whisk, Ji Lian consciously sat on the seat, and let the sleeping Pei Ji lean on him.

Yu Libai glanced at Pei Ji with envy and hatred.

The blood cub shuddered in his sleep.

The Taoist in purple twirled the white silk on the whisk, thinking about the beginning, and after a long while, he asked, "You don't know the Changyuan Sword, but how do you know the Chinese God's Artifacts?"

I still know this, Ji Lian nodded.

The Taoist raised up his first finger, which was as dry as a tree branch, and counted them one by one, "The top three of these magic weapons, the first is the three-foot sky witch knife, which was used in China thousands of years ago to help the royal Xia family conquer the country. The sacrificial knife used by the great witch is now in the custody of the Great Wu Tiangong." The Taoist in purple raised two fingers, "Secondly, it is Ziwei, the sword of imperial power. It has been in the palace, and it is said that it has been lost recently."

However, in just a few sentences, it sounds like one can feel the flow of time, the scroll unfolds, depicting the grand scene of a thousand years, Ji Lian nodded again.

Seeing that he was listening seriously, the purple-clothed Taoist smiled—this smile was enough to scare a child into tears—and raised his third finger, "The third is the Changyuan Sword."

Ji Lian asked: "Chang Yuan?"

The purple-clothed Taoist with half a grimace showed a ghostly smile, "This is the sword of military power in the world!"

The six words echoed in the small living room, in exchange for a room of silence,

After a while, Yu Libai broke the silence, and the witch's laughter was erratic, "What kind of sword of military power is just a magic sword."

"That's right," the purple-clothed Taoist glanced at Yu Libai inexplicably, then turned around and said to Ji Lian seriously, "It's also a magic sword."

"It is said that the Emperor □□ split the sky with a magical sword and led the army to drive away all the demons in the world. Finally, after driving all the devils to Yuanshan, the great witch slashed down with a sword, and Yuanshan was divided into two parts from the ridge. Turning the slurry into limestone is the insurmountable natural barrier between Europa and our Great China, Yuanhai."

Ji Lian looked confused, and Yu Libai quietly reminded him, "Just listen to it as a literary story, don't take it seriously."

Ji Lian's expression immediately eased.

Taoist in purple: "..."

Why are the two on the opposite side so in harmony?

The Taoist coughed lightly, and then said: "The great witch assisted the emperor to seal all the devils under the deep sea, and cast two keys, one is the Ziwei sword, which is made of gathering the clean energy of the world. It is extremely holy, and is used to close the key. seal, and the other Changyuan Sword is..."

The Taoist's voice was gloomy, "Open the door to all demons!"