I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

However, Song Laizi is not a person with poor eyesight, so naturally he would not refute the old beggar's nonsense.

"Old man, you are such an awesome wine gourd, so I can't take it anymore!"

Song Laizi smiled and said: "It's just that you want me to be your apprentice, but I can tell you, I won't go begging with you outside! You don't know, I have a son and a daughter, after a while Today, I'm going to be a grandfather, if I go begging with you, I won't want to go home!"

"How about this, I will be your apprentice, and your old man will stay in our house. How about I take care of you?"

Song Laizi rolled his eyeballs.

From his point of view, he was just being the old beggar's apprentice in name, and he didn't suffer any disadvantages. Anyway, he would just give the old beggar a pension.

After all, the old beggar looked to be at least seventy or eighty years old, so he could have a few years to live.

"Old beggar, I'm used to wandering around, I don't have a place to live!" The old beggar waved his hand.

"Forget it, your wine making recipe is good, but I can't bear my family, let alone my daughter-in-law!"

Song Laizi shrugged his shoulders. Although he is not a wealthy man now, he is still a respectable person in the town. He is not so stupid to let him live a hard life with a beggar.

"You don't want to know who I am?" the old beggar said with a smile after taking a sip of his wine.

"Even if you are the leader of the beggar, I don't care too much, old man, I'm not talking about you, you have lived a long time, and you can live for a few years, don't you think about finding a place to enjoy the last time in peace? How many years?"

Song Laizi couldn't help trying to persuade the old beggar.

There is no way, who told the old beggar that the wine tastes really good, once he can open a wine shop, the business will definitely not be bad.

"Haha, do you know how many years I have lived?" The old beggar laughed.

"Anyway, not more than 100 years!!!" Song Laizi said without thinking.

"One hundred?" The old beggar shook his head slowly, and couldn't help but take another sip of his wine, "A hundred years is too short, it's just a snap of the fingers!"

Song Laizi felt that the little old man was exaggerating more and more. He said that a wine gourd could hold a river, and then said that a hundred years was too short.

"How many years have you lived, old man?" Song Laizi couldn't help asking.

"More than ten thousand years!" The old beggar grinned with a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"Old man, you are drunk!"

Song Laizi thought that it wasn't that the old beggar was drunk, but that he was stupid enough to chat with an old drunk.

There are more than ten thousand years, why don't you say that you are a ten thousand year old bastard!

But it certainly cannot be said directly.

However, what puzzled Song Laizi was that it seemed that the old beggar had been drinking heavily, but the wine gourd hadn't been drunk yet.

After all, the wine gourd is only that big, and he drank more than ten cups just now, so logically it should be gone.

Or did the old beggar not drink at all just now, but pretended to be drinking there?

"Don't you believe it?" the old beggar said with a smile.

"Yes, how could I not believe it? In my opinion, the old man is a fairy who can fly in the sky." Although Song Laizi said this, there was a tone of "believe in your size" in both words and deeds.

"Get up!"

The old beggar smiled and shook his head, suddenly raised his hand, and the whole carriage suddenly rose up strangely.

"My daughter-in-law!!"

Song Laizi was startled, he lay down on the carriage in a hurry, his wretched face turned pale with fright.

"Go down!"

At this time, a flat voice came out, and the carriage slowly fell from the sky.

"Do you believe it now?"

The old beggar took a sip of wine leisurely.

"Old man, are you really a fairy?"

Song Laizi came to his senses and immediately understood that the reason why the carriage could fly just now was the trick of the old beggar.

"I'm not some kind of fairy. If you go to be a fairy, you won't be as free as a mortal!"

The old beggar picked up the wine gourd and sipped the wine. Although the tone of his speech was flat, for some reason, it sounded extremely free and domineering to Song Laizi.

However, Song Laizi couldn't be more familiar with this feeling.

Thinking that when he was drunk, he felt invincible in the world, and the whole Great Wei surrendered at his feet.

Of course, he was bragging, but this old beggar really has that ability.

"Old mister, no, Immortal, please forgive me for any offences just now!"

Song Laizi panicked suddenly, because he drank a lot of wine from the old beggar just now. .seven

"Don't be so afraid, I won't eat you, besides, old beggar, I still prefer to hear you call me little old man!" The old beggar smiled half a smile.

"Don't dare!"

Song Laizi hurriedly shook his head, what are you kidding, he didn't know that the old beggar was a fairy before, if he knew, he wouldn't dare even if he had a hundred guts.

"Boy, after talking for so long, I still don't know your name?" The old beggar asked with a smile.

"Immortal, you can just call me Song Laizi, the name is just one name, it doesn't matter what you call me!!" Song Laizi said immediately.

"A good name is just a title, boy Song, are you willing to be my disciple now?" The old beggar smiled.

"Immortal, didn't you say that cultivating immortals requires spiritual roots? Can I practice without spiritual roots?"

Song Laizi couldn't help being puzzled.

In the past, the Tianxuanmen Society would come to the village to recruit disciples every ten years or so, until Dani and Song Xiaochun were recruited. Song Laizi had been tested before and did not have any spiritual roots.

"Although you don't have a spiritual root, your body has been tempered by medicinal materials for decades, and it has already become extremely tough, which is suitable for body training!" The old beggar said lightly after taking a sip of his wine.

"The art of body refining? Immortal, is it the kind that can train every part of the body very well?" Song Mangzi asked with his eyes brightened.

"You're right!"

The old beggar nodded, although he felt that Song Laizi's words were a bit strange, and why did his voice sound so excited.

"But... I'm cultivating immortality with you, do I want to leave with you?" Song Laizi suddenly hesitated.

"Well, although body refiners like me cultivate the Tao with the body, we also need the aura of heaven and earth to cleanse the body. The aura here is too weak!" the old beggar said in a flat tone.

"Forget it!" Song Laizi refused without thinking.

The old beggar was slightly taken aback.

Song Laizi refused before, and he could still say that Song Laizi didn't know who he was, but now everyone knows that he is not an ordinary person, so why did he still refuse.

"Song boy, do you know how many people in the world want to worship me as a teacher? Even those who are combined, Mahayana monks can't envy them!"

The old beggar's tone couldn't help but be a bit more serious.

"Immortal, I don't know what fit is, Mahayana, but let me leave with you, I can't do it, and I don't want to be here, let alone my family, and my wife!"

Song Laizi still shook his head firmly.