The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

The drunkard lying on the ground shuddered, and looked up blankly, holding the jar of wine.

Chao Zhao looked at him sincerely: "Dad, why did you drink so much again? Come on, I'll take you back!"

Ji Wushe: “?”

The waiter at the restaurant also stopped and looked at her in confusion: "Are you the daughter of this old drunkard? How come I have never seen you before?"

"Alas..." Chao Zhao used his acting skills to wipe away the tears from his eyes and said softly, "My father's condition...my eldest brother feels sorry for me and doesn't let me come on weekdays."

Everyone around her understood and looked at her with heartache and pity.

The waiter at the restaurant also looked reluctant. He waved his hand and said, "Take your father back quickly. We'll pay for the wine next time."

"Thanks, man."

Chao Zhao thanked her gratefully, and then tried to mention Ji Wushe, but when she thought of her own character... she stared at him innocently and pitifully, "Dad, let's go."

Others followed suit: "Your daughter came out because she was worried about you, so stop getting drunk and angry."

Ji Wushe: “???”

He stood up shakily, and staggered forward holding the wine jar. Chao Zhao quickly supported him and said, "Be careful."

A woman behind me sighed, "This girl is so pretty, but it's a pity that she has such a drunkard father."

The people next to him chimed in: "That's right, he's blind!"

Zhao Zhao: “.........”

She couldn't help but look at Ji Wushe's eyelashes covered by his black hair. How could a dignified sword master be blind now? What kind of beautiful, strong and miserable combination is this?

After walking for a while and getting away from the crowd, Ji Wushe lay on a stone beside him and did not move, still refusing to put down the empty wine jar in his hand.

He casually brushed away the black hair in front of his eyes, half-opened his gray eyes, and muttered in a voice stained with alcohol: "...You are my daughter?"

Chao Zhao looked at the unshaven bearded drunkard in front of him and for a moment found it difficult to connect him with the sword master who cut off the Demon King's seal in Huangtun Valley with a single sword three hundred years ago.

She cautiously probed, "Please forgive me, Master. I just tried to conceal my identity."

"Master?"

Ji Wushe's drunken face showed a trace of surprise, "Fuyue, you changed your face again."

Chao Zhao sighed inwardly, the Fu Yue that Ji Wushe was calling should be his second disciple, Lou Fu Yue.

"...I'm sorry, Master. I'm not the Second Senior Sister, but the new disciple Chao Zhao."

While Ji Wushe was still immersed in Wang Qingshan's drunkenness, Chao Zhaoke tried his best to deceive her and asked her to go back to the sect with him first.

Ji Wushe: "Chao Zhao?"

"Yes, Master." Chao Zhao took a step forward and coaxed him, "I just joined the sect. Master, you are busy all day, so it doesn't matter if you don't remember me."

After saying that, she took out a jar of unopened wine from her Qiankun bag.

Thanks to her Sword Master mother, who besides training and fighting, made wine, and also inherited the common characteristics of Sword Masters - poor! Her mother was especially poor.

The Qiankun bag left for her contained a few books on the basics of sword cultivation, a few jars of old wine, a wooden sword that had obviously been used countless times, and... a pie that had been promised to her for eighteen years.

According to the information left by her mother, her mortal father was actually a hidden richest man in the world of cultivation, and he controlled countless spiritual mineral veins, waiting for her to inherit.

So she is not only a second-generation cultivator, but also a second-generation rich one.

——It’s a pity that even with such a double buff, she is still just an ordinary person.

"Master, look at this? I found this to honor you."

As Chao Zhao spoke, he opened the jar.

The spicy smell hit Chao Zhao's face, choking her and making her eyes slightly red. She couldn't help coughing a few times.

"Ok?"

Ji Wushe suddenly dropped the jar of wine in his arms, walked over steadily and snatched the jar of wine.

He glanced at Chao Zhao, raised his hand and injected a wisp of spiritual power with icy mist into the wine jar.

With the infusion of spiritual energy, the choking spiciness dissipated silently, and was replaced by a clear and pleasant breath.

"what."

Chao Zhao came closer. She had never touched the wine before. If she hadn't wanted to bribe Ji Wushe with the wine, she wouldn't have discovered that the wine was so magical.

"Want to drink?"

"Ok!"

Chao Zhao nodded subconsciously, and when Ji Wushe handed the wine jar to her, she realized belatedly that the voice just now no longer had the smell of alcohol, but was like a clear spring hitting broken ice, and the cold ice shattered like mist.

"--hiss!"

Chao Zhao licked it carefully and felt her face flushed red. Her heart was suddenly filled with blood, clamoring for her to draw her sword, break through the clouds in the sky, and prove her truth to the world with her sword.

She quickly stuffed it back into Ji Wushe's arms.

Ji Wushe: "This wine is good, let's go back."

Chao Zhao carefully inquired about him, but could not detect any emotion in his unfocused, grey eyes.

——Does this mean you acknowledge her?

......

Chao Zhao followed Ji Wushe all the way into the remote forest.

When passing a fork in the road, Ji Wushe suddenly stopped, gathered spiritual power in his hands and silently recited a mantra. In an instant, a distorted shadow appeared in the space in front of him.

Chao Zhao gasped—she came to the right place!

When Ji Wushe was about to step into the formation, he suddenly turned around to look at Zhao Zhao, then struck a mantra into her forehead, his voice cold and indifferent: "Remember."

"Yes!"

Chao Zhao was excited. Now that she had been told the mantra of the formation for entering the mountain, it would be settled that she would become his disciple!

The formation changed, engulfing the two figures.

When Chao Zhao opened his eyes, what came into view were several towering, lush and verdant peaks, with nine-fold screens between the peaks and mist and clouds.

But she didn't even see the shadow of the sect's gate, cave, meeting hall, square, etc.

She asked politely, "Master, where do you live?"

"That."

Ji Wushe raised his hand and pointed in a direction.

Chao Zhao opened her eyes wide and tried to find some traces of the cave on the overgrown mountain... Just when her eyes were about to go blind, she finally found a suspicious place.

The top of the mountain seemed to have been flattened by a powerful sword. On it stood a wooden house made of countless irregular pieces of wood, which could barely be called a house, or it was the most basic and simple version.

"Haha, Master has really returned to his original nature."

Chao Zhao gave an awkward laugh.

——You sword cultivators are really poor from the same lineage!

"You can choose any place to live."

Ji Wushe yawned, shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head listlessly, then jumped up holding the jar of wine.

Ji Wushe's clothes fluttered in the wind, and his figure gradually disappeared into the distance. Without looking at his rough face, his back alone could be described as graceful and unparalleled.

Ok? !

Chao Zhao stood there dumbfounded.

She didn't believe that Ji Wushe didn't see that her body had no spiritual power, but he didn't react at all and even accepted her as his disciple... Could it be that he saw through her background?