In those years when I was a mortal and a demon

"I also feel that it is better to keep a low profile and not attract too much attention." Han Li frowned and touched the Palm Sky Bottle in his arms.

"I also want to keep a low profile, but my strength doesn't allow it. Do you think we can just shrink our tails? It's useless. I'm Tianlinggen. With such a charming existence, no matter where I am, I'm like a firefly in the dark. Distinctive and outstanding.”

"So it's better to be high-profile and arrogant to arouse others' resentment, so that few people will be willing to talk to us."

"What if he puts on small shoes for us?" Zhang Tie asked worriedly.

"No, this old guy has lived for so long, he would never dare to do such a stupid thing!"

......

Not long after, Master Uncle Wang came back and led them to fly to the meeting hall with their magic weapons to meet Zhong Lingdao, the leader of Yellow Maple Valley.

"From today on, the three of them are disciples of our sect. Junior Brother Wang, please arrange the residence of the three of them, and explain the sect rules of this sect by the way. Let the two apprentices Han and Zhang practice with the disciples. If If you have outstanding performance, you will be promoted!"

"As for Junior Nephew Lu, please take him to meet Uncle Tian." In the main hall, Zhong Lingdao told Junior Brother Wang without revealing anything.

"Yes, Master!" Junior Brother Wang stood up and obeyed the order.

So Uncle Wang immediately led the three of them outside the hall, and began to tell them some of the rules and regulations of Yellow Maple Valley and introduce some common sense things to them. The three of them, Lu Yuan, listened attentively along the way and had a more or less preliminary understanding of Yellow Maple Valley.

"Who is Uncle Tian?" Lu Yuan asked.

"Master Tian, ​​that's your future master!" Master Wang corrected.

"Uncle Tian is one of several elixir-forming monks in the valley. When Uncle Tian entered the valley, he successfully formed elixirs less than a hundred years ago. However, he is known as the most promising being in the valley to condense the Nascent Soul."

"Less than a hundred years?" Lu Yuan was surprised. It seemed that the master Huang Maple Valley found for him was really extraordinary.

"Uncle Tian also has heavenly spiritual roots. What's different from you is that he has water-attribute spiritual roots."

"If it weren't for..." Uncle Wang explained, and then he sighed.

"If not what?"

"It's nothing. Remember, you must practice diligently from now on and change your crazy temper. If you hadn't insisted on imposing so many conditions so forcefully, now it would be the master himself who would accept a disciple. . Otherwise, I wouldn’t have handed you over to Master Tian to sharpen your spirit.”

"What do you mean?" Lu Yuan was a little confused. Why did it sound wrong? This Tianlinggen master doesn't seem to be as good as imagined.

However, Uncle Wang didn't want to talk too much about this master from Lu Yuan, so he took them to see the old man surnamed Lin first. There I received a five-piece introductory set of yellow silk shirt, green leaf magic weapon, daily refining tools, blazing sun sword and cold moon sword, and ten times storage bag.

The old man surnamed Lin was very enthusiastic about Lu Yuan's Tianlinggen. Lu Yuan also took the opportunity to get involved with him on the grounds that he was very interested in wood carvings. After all, the old man had the Dayan Art in his body, so he had to make some preparations in advance.

The old man surnamed Lin seemed to believe Lu Yuan's lies, and immediately gave away many wood carvings. He also said that if Lu Yuan wanted to learn, he could come to him at any time.

In the next period of time, he took them to select a few stone houses as residences, and then took Han Li to several other necessary places. He introduced several deacon disciples to them and talked about some daily precautions. matter.

After everything was done, the four people controlled the magic weapon and landed on a mountain ridge.

The mountains were overgrown with weeds and looked extremely desolate, with only a few low thatched houses standing there.

Uncle Wang asked Han Li and the others to wait aside, then he took Lu Yuan and walked to a hut in the middle. First, he straightened his collar, and then said respectfully: "Uncle Tian, ​​disciple Wang Fan, brought Master Nephew Lu here on the order of our ancestor."

There was no movement in the hut, as if no one was inside.

Wang Fan shouted again, but there was still no response. He took Lu Yuan back and forth between several huts twice, and finally heard slight snoring outside a nearby hut.

When Wang Fan saw this, he knocked on the door first, then opened the door and took the lead in walking in. The moment the door opened, an extremely strong smell of alcohol rushed towards him. After hesitating for a moment, Lu Yuan followed him into the room.

The spaciousness inside the house seemed to be much larger than what he saw from the outside. This made Lu Yuan secretly amazed, wondering what had been done to the house.

The specific situation inside the house gives people a feeling of "chaos". Lu Yuan was also disappointed with this so-called master.

Wine jars of various sizes were piled here and there, piled up everywhere. The ground was also full of empty jars that had been drunk, and they were piled up in a thick layer here and there, up to the ankles, and there was almost no room for feet.

In addition to these things, there is a square Eight Immortals table placed in the middle of the room. A man in a gray shirt with shaggy hair is lying on the table, sleeping soundly. Lu Yuan and the two people who entered the house seemed not to notice at all.

Is this also a pill-forming monk? Let yourself recognize him as your master?

Lu Yuan was paralyzed, thinking, could it be that he had really offended Old Ghost Linghu, so he deliberately punished himself?

Wang Fan frowned slightly when he saw this, but his expression returned to normal immediately, and he did not come forward to disturb him, but just stood there and waited.

Seeing this, Lu Yuan blinked his eyes and stood behind him without saying a word, waiting with interest.

After an unknown amount of time, the sleeping man's body moved, and a muffled groan came from his throat. He raised his back with his arms on the table, then stretched out his arms.

"Uh..." The man breathed out, then smacked his lips, then slowly opened his eyes, looking at Lu Yuan and Lu Yuan blankly.

Lu Yuan took the opportunity to observe this person. He looked about forty years old. His whole face was pale, but his cheeks and nose were slightly red, which should be caused by alcoholism.

After a while, the man seemed to have sobered up and stood up. There was a green gourd hanging on his waist, with some complicated patterns carved on it. While the man's body was twisting, Lu Yuan also discovered that the inner collar of his gray gown was a little yellow.

Only then did Lu Yuan realize that the clothes on the man were the same as the yellow silk shirt he had received. It was just that he had not washed it for many years and had become like this.

This is a slovenly drunkard. Other alchemy monks practice hard in seclusion all year round and never come out except for important matters. This one is better. Although he doesn't leave the house, he is drunk every day.

What can I learn from him, how about drinking?

No, I have to go find the head of Zhongda later and ask him to ask old ghost Linghu if he can get another one. Not to mention Lei Wanhe, even someone like Li Huayuan would be fine.