Qian Yiqun entered the door and saw that the room was spacious. The huge elixir room was made of a flower panel. The outer room was hung with a "Tao" hanging high, and the bottom of the character is a table with sandalwood on it and high candles on both sides.

There was a cushion in front of the case. On the cushion was a middle-aged old man with gray hair, with fleshy face, drooping his eyelids, and black eyes. He raised his eyes and said something, and it seemed that everyone owed him 180 yuan of copper coins. The old man looked at Qian Yiqun, as if he was looking at a piece of excrement, pointed to the corner of the house, and signaled him to fight first.

Qian Yiqun was unhappy, but he thought that the person had to bow his head under the short eaves, so he had to move over. He could just see an old Taoist priest with longer-haired teeth sitting on the left hand of the prison.

The old Taoist priest's hair was completely white, but it was not the enviable long white hair, but it was a little malnourished and dry. His skin on his face was loose, covered with bones, and his forehead and cheekbones were covered with age spots. He didn't know the real life span.

Wuzhong's mountains and rivers nourish people, and Taoist priests often take care of their health. It is not uncommon for those over a hundred years. Qian Yiqun didn't know where this old Taoist came from, but he felt that his shriveled body became more and more attractive as he looked. He always felt that he was born very well and should grow up like this. Instead, he looked at the fat on the jailer's slightest belly, and he didn't look like a moral master who had a successful practice.

"I give you a lot of money every year. Have you treated you badly?" The prison steward continued to speak to the old Taoist priest with a bad face.

The old Taoist priest lowered his head, was taught with a humble look on his face, and did not speak.

"What can I do if I ask you to do some work? What can I do in just two or three days? Why is it difficult?" The prison stead quickly and his eyes tilted. "Let your apprentice come and start working tomorrow, so there must be no mistake! Did you hear it?"

"Yes, yes." The old Taoist priest bowed and nodded repeatedly.

"I don't know how you taught the apprentice, but you dare to insult me ​​in person!" The prison archery was whispering beard and glaring at his eyes, and his broad fleshy chin rolled up and down, "I will punish him heavily when I go back!"

"Yes, yes, yes." The old Taoist priest responded repeatedly.

"How do you plan to punish him?" the prison ward asked slowly.

"You said." The old Taoist priest replied without raising his head.

"What did I say? That's your apprentice! You said!" The prison angrily supported his knees.

"No." The old Taoist priest finally raised his head, glanced at Zhao Jianyuan, and said leisurely.

Qian Yiqun couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw the old Taoist looking serious.

"Blow him up! He is punished to kneel down! Clean the toilet! There are five acres of vegetable gardens behind the mountain for me to come out!" Zhao Jianyuan shouted loudly and said angrily.

"Okay, okay." The old Taoist priest did not bargain at all and agreed immediately.

Seeing that he was about to get up, Zhao Jianyuan said, "Don't leave in a hurry, there is still something to do." After that, he looked up at Qian Yiqun: "Come here."

Qian Yiqun walked up to the prison, bowed his head and saluted. The prison looked disgusted and said, "I have received He Shouqing's letter. I really don't know what he is thinking in his mind. What is the Tao that a son of a lowly soldier has practiced! What do you think?"

Qian Yiqun was angry and suddenly understood: The prison obviously wanted me to retreat when I saw the difficulties, so it would be better to slam the door and exit in anger...

"Master Bing, the student has vaguely read some books, and has seen a saying, "The wealth and honor of the world are not in love, and the true immortal of the Purple Palace has ambitions to climb," and he agrees deeply. Therefore, he wants to practice Taoism." Qian Yiqun said respectfully. He secretly glanced at the old Taoist priest beside him, and saw that he still had his head hanging down, with no expression on his face.

The prison was furious and cursed: "I want you little plague god to come to show off with me! Mom! Do you think you are Wang Wenqing? Did you climb the true immortal of the purple palace? Go and climb your mother's bedside to see! You can get dirty things, bullshit things!" The more he cursed, the more ugly he heard, all of them were the most despicable filthy words in Wu's speech. Any sentence that was picked out would be enough to make the three corpse gods furious.

Qian Yiqun's face turned pale and reached out to touch his waist, but the Xihe sword was in the hands of the old Qian outside the door.

"What! Do you want to kill me, your little coffin?" the prison yelled, "Come! Come on! Call me out!"

Qian Yiqun was called by Zhao Jianyuan to kill himself. He instantly remembered the third question of the Iron Staff Taoist, and said in his heart: He insulted me for such no reason, and I would have no reason to kill him... But... well, if you can not kill, you won't kill him, let's see if I scold you.

"What do you think you are? You can't listen to good words!" Qian Yiqun just replied a few times, but the prison ward was furious and pointed at Qian Yiqun and cursed: "Fuck! Fuck!" He didn't care what Qian Yiqun said, but just cursed three words repeatedly, as if he wanted to wake up the entire Qionglong Mountain.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: Damn it's like a shrew scolding! Is he really the senior brother of the Iron Staff Taoist? Don't care about him so many!

"Farting dog! Farting dog!" Qian Yiqun also pointed at the prison and started cursing.

The two pointed at each other and cursed for a while, and the old Taoist priest was still standing on the seat.

Suifeng stood at the door, stunned.

"Hahaha," the prison jail suddenly laughed to the sky, "If you have a habit, don't eat my meal!"

"I haven't eaten your dog food yet," Qian Yiqun also laughed, "It's not rare! If you don't keep me, I have my own place to go!"

"You uninformed bitch embryo, little cunt adopted son. If you have sex, don't step onto the ground of my Qionglong Mountain!" Zhao Jianyuan's face was red and his neck was thick, and he laughed furiously.

"Let's go!" Qian Yiqun stood up straight, turned around and walked out, thinking to himself: The Iron Staff Taoist asked me to wait for him at the foot of the mountain. It seemed that he had known for a long time that his senior brother could not tolerate me, and he was indeed a master of deduction.

"The 800 miles around Qionglong Mountain are all my place to visit Zhenguan! Go home and drink milk! You can get rid of the slut!" Zhao Jianyuan chased and cursed.

Qian Yiqun turned around and punched him...

Everyone had turned around, but the fist was not released.

In just a moment, Qian Yiqun suddenly saw the old Taoist priest kneeling and glanced at him.

Because of his old age, his eyelids could hardly be suspended. His turbid and yellow eyes suddenly seemed like stars, shining brightly.

Just a glance, Qian Yiqun suddenly woke up: What's wrong with me? Isn't it because of three levels and nine difficulties, and even eight hundred tortures? Are you going to retreat here?

A huge remorse made him unable to stand, and his knees softened and knelt on the ground. He remembered the answer he had with the iron stick Taoist on the road, and the promise he had said, and every word was like a chain, tightly bound his heart.

"I still want to stay... to practice." Qian Yiqun knelt in front of Zhao Jianyuan, almost gritting his teeth and spitting out these six words.

Zhao Jianyuan jumped around in front of Qian Yiqun like a big monkey, pouring all his swear words on Qian Yiqun's head. Gradually, he changed from scolding him to scolding his father, and soon affected his loving mother.

——I am still human if you make you insult my parents like this!

Qian Yiqun was in anger, and what practice, what Taoist, what mysterious arts, what family and country, what... were all turned into ashes in Qian Yiqun's anger.

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Chapter completed!