Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

  Chapter 96 Reasons

  Fire room, inside the hall.

  Inside the counter, a serious old man was half lying on the rocking chair, holding an ancient thread-bound book in his hand, reading it with relish.

   From time to time, a honey-like smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if his mind had been trapped in it and he couldn't extricate himself.

  Suddenly. Hearing the heavy footsteps, the old man knew it must be that kid, only that brat would respect and love me as a senior brother so much.

as expected.

  The old man looked up and saw that Cheng was walking towards this side in a leisurely manner. The old hand casually put the thread-bound ancient books in the counter. On the cover were written eight big characters "Junior Sister Wants to Take Me forcibly"

   "Boy Cheng, why did you learn how to forge weapons!"

   Cheng Buzheng saw the old man asking seriously, and he replied with a smile:

   "Old man Nan, why do you suddenly care about me? Are you going to introduce your grandniece to me?"

  The old man gave him a fierce look and said:

   "It's just you, you are not worthy! The old man's grandniece is the seedling of Foundation Establishment, so don't make up your mind!"

  Cheng Buzheng didn't care about the old man's ferocious expression, instead he said with a smile:

   "Old man, we have such a good relationship, we don't leave the riches and water to outsiders, and it's better to make me cheaper than outsiders!"

"yes?"

  The old man looked at him disdainfully, and said;

   "If you are not afraid of being killed, you can try it out. Don't blame the old man for not giving you a chance."

   Heard the words.

  Cheng Buzheng couldn't help being taken aback. Although he heard the old man mention that his grandson and grandniece were all practicing in the sect, he never knew what their surnames were and how much they practiced.

  He asked curiously:

   "Old man Nan, who are your grandson and niece?"

   "I want to know!"

  The old man smiled and said:

   "...Go to Fengyun Building, buy a pot of Longquan wine, and I will tell you, how about it?"

  Cheng Buzheng didn't respond, so he took two steps forward, came to the counter, took out a pot of spirit wine and two cups, put them on the small table inside the counter, took another wooden stool, and sat down.

   "It's been prepared a long time ago, we two haven't had a drink together for some time.

  This jug of wine, come and taste it. "

   As he spoke, Cheng Buzheng squeezed the handle of the jade pot, filled the white jade wine cup to seventy percent full, and then poured himself another cup of spiritual wine, and a strong aroma of wine diffused in the hall.

  He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

   "You always please!"

  The old man was not polite, he directly pinched the handle of the wine cup, sniffed lightly with his nose, then took a sip, his eyes narrowed involuntarily.

   "Good wine, is it Baiyun City, made by the Qin Family Immortals!"

  But the old man's tone was extremely affirmative.

   "Old man, your nose is really good!

  Now tell me who your grandniece is! "

  The old man glanced at Cheng Buzheng strangely, and said:

   "Have I said that?... You haven't drunk much wine yet, how can you be talking nonsense!"

  Cheng Buzheng looked at the serious-looking old man who was playing a rascal, and couldn't help but feel amused, and joked:

   "Old man, next time, don't bring any jokes!" He smiled while playing with the wine cup.

   "I was afraid that you would be beaten to death, and no one would drink with me, so I didn't tell you!"

  The old man said earnestly:

   "Boy, this old man is doing it for your own good."

   "Okay... okay, old man Nan, let me ask you something serious?"

  The old man took a sip of wine, narrowed his eyes, half-lyed on the rocking chair, and said:

   "Speak quickly if you have something to say, and let go of your fart!"

   "I went around in the Buddhist scripture tower, why didn't I find any soul-type spells, there was only one "Soul Sting" spell.

  Is there anything to say here? "

  The old man disagreed, saying:

   "I thought it was something serious!

The soul spells in the sect are all on the third floor of the Buddhist scripture tower. They were originally placed on the second floor of the Buddhist scripture tower, but the monks in the Qi training period in the sect are greedy for such spells. .

   But this kind of spells are more dangerous to practice. Most of the disciples, who practiced this spell alone, were backlashed by the spells, and their spiritual consciousness was seriously injured.

  Seeing this, the sect moved all such spells to the third floor of the Buddhist scriptures tower.

  Now, only the disciples under the master's seat in the Foundation Establishment Stage can learn such spells. With the support of the Foundation Establishment Stage monks, these dangers can be ruled out!

  As for the soul thorn spell, it is the lowest-grade spell among all the spells. Even if it is backlash, it will only cause a headache for a while, and it will be fine after a while, so it stays on the second floor of the Buddhist scriptures tower.

  Boy, you are only on the fourth level of Qi training, so don't have any crooked thoughts! "

   Heard the words.

  Cheng Buzheng added another glass of wine to the old man, nodded and said:

   "What you have taught me is that, but I have successfully cultivated that "Soul Stab"!"

   "So, I want to learn a soul-type defensive spell."

  Brother took the wine cup and joked:

   "Boy, I didn't expect that you still have some talent for magic, but this kind of magic, without the support of monks in the foundation period, it's better not to practice it!"

   "Yes! Got it, thank you for your concern." Cheng Buzheng nodded his head.

   At this time.

   Before anyone arrived, Hong Hou's voice came from outside the door.

   "Grandpa, your eldest grandson, came to see you. Look, I brought you something good."

  Cheng Buzheng, who was drinking with old man Nan, felt secretly happy when he heard such a witty remark, and couldn't help but glance at the old man.

  I saw the old man with a bright smile on his face, the corner of his mouth couldn't help grinning, and said:

   "Grand grandson, what good things did you bring grandpa!"

  Outside the gate, before people came in, they saw a big belly first, and saw a fat man walking in.

  The fat man was wearing a martial gray robe, and the loose robe was tightly packed. His chubby face squeezed his eyes and made him a lot smaller.

  This person is exactly the fat man who sold Bigu Pills at the small Sanji in front of Fengyun Building when he just joined the sect.

   Cheng Buzheng still has some impressions of this person, and who is the old man's grandniece?

  He also had some guesses, but on the surface he remained calm and expressionless.

  The fat man who walked into the hall took a look. Cheng Buzheng looked at the old man suspiciously and asked:

   "Grandpa, who is this?"

   "This is my drinking buddy, and also your younger brother!"

  Cheng Buzheng stood up, clasped his fists and said with a smile:

   "I've met my senior brother, but I won't argue in the next trip. I don't know what to call my senior brother?"

   "My name is Jiang Fugui, Junior Brother Cheng, you can just call me Fatty Jiang!"

   "Grandpa, this is the good wine I brought you!"

   As he spoke, Jiang Fugui put a jar of wine on the table, pulled a stool over, and sat down.

   "Brother Jiang, you came just in time, please!"

  Cheng Buzheng didn't directly address him as 'Fatty Jiang', he still knew how to deal with the world, so he took out another white jade wine cup, filled it up, and handed it to Fatty Jiang.

   "Junior Brother Cheng, don't be so polite!"

   "Boy, he is the grandson of the old man, so there is no need to be so conventional."

   "Then I'm out of touch, I'll punish myself with three cups!"

   "You boy, just want to drink more, to take advantage of it."

   "Enough drinking!" Fatty Jiang said boldly.

   Afterwards, the three casually chatted about interesting things in the sect, and the two gradually became familiar with each other.

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