I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

Not long after, Master Songhe brought Master Songbao and a group of his disciples into the sloppy Taoist priest's bedroom.

I had already walked up to the sloppy Taoist priest with a glass of water and gave him water to drink.

This kid is very good at pretending to be weak, he was trembling, he didn't drink much water, and he spilled it on my hands.

As soon as he entered the door, Master Songbao saw the sloppy Taoist priest pretending to be extremely weak, and immediately his face tightened, and he quickly walked towards the sloppy Taoist priest: "Oh, why did you get hurt so badly, Chiwen, last night You put too much effort in this competition, after all, your body is the most important thing."

To tell you the truth, Song Bao's hypocritical appearance makes me want to throw up.

When the sloppy Taoist priest beat his apprentice yesterday, he wished he could clean him up with his own hands, but now he pretended to be very concerned, because he saw that the sloppy Taoist priest won the top spot and had a bright future, so he came here to make connections.

Maybe in the future, a sloppy Taoist priest can be an elder of the Maoshan sect.

The scruffy Taoist priest coughed violently a few times, and said quickly, "Uncle Songbao...I...I'm too hurt to get out of bed to salute you...You...don't blame me.

"No, no, you need to rest quickly and lie down..." Master Song Bao walked over and helped the sloppy Taoist priest cover the quilt.

With his meticulous appearance, I didn't know he thought he was the master of the sloppy Taoist priest.

Then, Chixuan, who had been slapped countless times by the sloppy Taoist priest, came up, licked his face and said with a smile: "Junior Chiwen... I used to be ignorant when I was young, and I often bullied you. Now that I think about it, I regret it. They are all brothers from the same sect, don't hold grudges, look...you beat me yesterday...you lost a few front teeth, should you calm down?"

The slovenly Taoist coughed again, and said, "Alas...Senior Brother Chixuan, what you said...I never hold grudges, and I was very embarrassed yesterday, too, and my shots were a little heavy, so don't take it to heart."

"Where is it, we will still be good brothers in the future." Chixuan smiled, showing two big broken teeth, with a shameless appearance.

At this time, Master Songbao asked again with concern: "Nephew Chiwen, it seems that you are injured so badly, where is the injury?"

The sloppy Taoist sighed hastily, with a look of wanting to cry but no tears: "Uncle Master... I won't hide it from you, you loved me the most when I was young, and you were the first to come to see me after I was injured. Yesterday I fought against Chi Lang at night, his big move was too powerful, although I won the competition, but I was injured too badly, not only the strength of my original energy, but also the sea of ​​Qi in my dantian, I am afraid that I will practice in the future There is no room for improvement.”

Master Songbao's expression changed when he heard about it: "Ah, why did you get hurt so badly...then... how will you practice after that?"

Hearing the sloppy Taoist priest say this, those apprentices of Master Songbao were quite nervous at first, but now they all seem to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Let's take one step at a time, that's all for now, thank you uncle for your concern." The sloppy Taoist's eyes were red, and tears almost fell down.

"That's all right...you have a good rest, we'll come to see you another day." Master Songbao said, got up, and walked towards the door with those disciples.

"Aren't you going to stay for a meal before leaving?" Daoist Songhe asked.

"No, no, brother Songhe, take care of Chiwen, I have other things." Master Songbao waved his hand.

That Chixuan didn't even say hello, turned around and left.

It's just so realistic. When I heard that the sloppy Taoist priest hurt Ben Yuan and his dantian qi sea was damaged, he turned around and left without hesitation.

And the sloppy Taoist pretended to be like this on purpose to test them.

As for the sixth child, who can compare with him?

After they all left, I immediately gave a thumbs up to the sloppy Taoist priest: "Old Luo, I really have you, and I sent them away with a few words."

"I've been out in the rivers and lakes for many years, and I've seen too many people with sophistication. You can tell at a glance whether it's a human or a dog. Now that I've won the top spot, let's keep a low profile, so as not to attract attention and be missed by others." The sloppy Taoist priest was lazy. Said lazily.

"Stinky boy, although that Songbao is not a very nice person, he is your uncle after all, so there is no need to treat him like this." Daoist Songhe said flatly.

"What Master said is true, but in the future, we should try our best to keep contact with this kind of people as little as possible. What annoys me the most is the grass on the wall, who will fall with the wind and betray you when the time comes. That's absolutely unequivocal." The sloppy Taoist grinned.

In fact, after a night of recovery from his injury, he was almost healed.

But the sloppy Taoist still decided to pretend to be sick, making everyone think that it was not easy for him to win Chi Lang.

In his words, it is low-key.

Outside, he can pull as much as [-] to [-] yuan, but in Maoshanzong he must keep a low profile, and we don't know why he thinks this way.

This afternoon, since he opened his eyes, people kept coming to visit the sloppy Taoist priest, asking him how he was.

Before the competition, no one came to this dilapidated Taoist temple, but now it is already full of people, one after another.

Can keep us busy.

Originally, the sloppy Taoist's throat was fine, but he pretended to be coughing all afternoon, but it turned out that there was something wrong with his throat.

When it was getting dark, everyone had almost left. At this time, a middle-aged Taoist priest came again, holding a pack of herbs in his hand.

We recognized the man as soon as he walked through the door.

When the sloppy Taoist priests fought, it was hosted by this middle-aged Taoist priest in Qingyi. This middle-aged Taoist priest was very humorous and very fair.

Reverend Songhe seems to have a good relationship with this person, before entering the door, Reverend Songhe greeted him: "Junior Brother Songming, why are you here?"

"There are too many people during the day, and the threshold of your place has been broken, so I didn't come here. I think there is no one at the moment. Come and have a look, is that kid Chiwen okay?" The real Songming laughed and entered. house door.

"Uncle Songming, you are here." The sloppy Taoist said hoarsely.

"Are you all right? Last night, you really had a great time. You defeated Chi Lang and won the first prize. I really don't know what happened to you outside in the past three years. Your cultivation has improved so quickly?" Master Songming said as soon as he came up.

"My health is not bad... I need to cultivate for a while... Uncle, you came here as soon as you came, why do you still bring something, I'm so sorry..." Saying sorry, the sloppy Taoist still took it from Master Songming. something.

"Take it and drink it. It's the herbal medicine I found myself in Maoshan Sect. It's useful for you to recover from your injuries. By the way... When I came in just now, I saw a few female disciples from Xiunvfeng at the door, and they were staring at the door. Look, you don't even invite people in..." Master Songming said again.