Disciples with unknown origins should not randomly pick them up

Disciples with unknown origins should not randomly pick up chapters to read, then I will charge a few more for them to digest internally.

How long is 150 years?

Lu Yinxi used to think that this number was outrageous, but now that he thinks about it, it's just a snap of his fingers. He sat on the viewing platform on the top of the mountain and took a sip of fragrant tea.

After 150 years, his auxiliary system finally came into use. He even once suspected that this construction system was to prevent this day from happening. According to the agreement with Xiao Mo at that time, he truly opened up this unique building. The isolated small barren mountain has constant fragrance of flowers all year round, even winter is dotted with wintersweet, because it is really boring, large and small living rooms are all over the whole mountain, and there are even three observation decks on the top, Can overlook different scenery.

He put down the teacup, and took the script from the side. There was also a signature on the title page, which began with "Brother Drinking Water".

Even after being promoted, Zhu Jun still has the ability to call him brothers and sisters, and he doesn't feel that there is much gap between the two of them. The gossips they chatted over the years are enough for him to write five masterpieces handed down from generation to generation. The work has been completed, and I have held countless autograph sessions, large and small, and finally met my beloved, the cycads are blooming, and a group of children have been born.

It would be better if there were less indescribable content in the storybook. Looking back at it, he blushed and his heart beat, and his cultivation base was about to be shattered.

However, the spiritual roots that Zhu Jun had always longed for did not grow at all. Later, he became a full-time writer, and he did not think about these things again. Finally, he died and was buried in the small soil bag a little behind the Supreme Sovereign Hall. As the last thought, Lu Yinxi still habitually burns a stick of incense to him.

"Immortal Venerable, Immortal Venerable? Did you disturb your rest?"

The girls came slowly, standing behind and not daring to approach.

"It's okay, you can come up."

Only then did the girl come over, put a few letters on the small table next to him, and changed the water for him.

"This anther tea, is it comfortable to drink?"

"Comfortable, thank you suzerain, I will trouble you during this time." He lazily leaned over and asked, "How is Xinyue?"

"Thank you Xianzun for your concern, Xinyue has finally made a breakthrough recently, and has been able to settle down and continue to practice."

The Supreme Sect left by Jing Hongshen is still there, even if Zhu Jun has no time to be the suzerain later.

Lu Yinxi himself is not the one who manages it. He has no time to do trivial matters in the world of cultivating immortals himself. After groping for seventeen or eighteen years, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and tried to leave. He was quite familiar with him, but the leading sister came to him a little embarrassedly and asked him if it was possible to merge the pharmacy and the sect. The world was not peaceful, so that they were protected by someone, and the elder sister was willing to help him deal with these remaining problems.

The elder sister blushed and said that it was Ning Wenlun who rescued her when her life was hanging by a thread. There is no way to repay her kindness, so it should be regarded as repayment.

Lu Yinxi abdicated without saying a word that day, and it happened that the people from Tushanjian over there also came to find him. Xinyue lost his temper with him at first, and finally cried, saying that it is best to be fine.

He didn't know when and where the two little girls saw each other, but it was interesting to say that it was Xinyue who practiced in Tushanjian first, but it was the girl in front of him who broke through the Mahayana realm first. Presumably it was because It is caused by Xinyue's rough temperament.

Tu Shanjian is no longer as glorious as it used to be. When the door to the outside world is opened, the female relatives leave one after another to find their own way. Only the lotus pond blooms flourishingly, and fresh large lotus pods can be eaten every year. .

With Lu Yinxi's consent, the house and land that Xiong Yuesheng left behind became the girls' first private land. If he knew, he would be very happy.

It was his old mother who pointed at his nose every day before she died and scolded him for being shameless for dressing up as a woman, and finally went away with a pale face, which was not very kind.

The elder sister of the suzerain stood up and was about to leave, but as if she remembered something, she turned around and said, "By the way, the Great Elder has come to ask to see you again, does the Immortal Venerable want to see you?"

"No, no." Lu Yinxi shook his head like a rattle, "Please, good sister, deal with it for me one more time."

"Okay, don't ask me, I'll send him away."

In the past 150 years, immortal cultivators and monsters have been fighting for almost half of the time, not continuously, but most of them have no serious casualties. Later, by chance, Lu Yinxi and the elder were on the line, and I realized that this is a battle. With multiple jobs, being a male mother and being a good gay friend, out of sympathy, the two of them had a period of drinking and living their lives. It is right to recall the past and give Lu Yinxi a little thought.

It's a pity that the First Elder really has too much resentment. Although he hasn't picked up troubles recently, he always comes to bother him, driving him to hide around all day long. Recently, he is thinking that he can't live like this. Lonely, empty and cold heart.

Who should I look for?

After saying goodbye to the suzerain, Lu Yinxi frowned before starting to read the letters. The first letter was sent by the little lady.

No, I'm going to be called Ruan Yulang now.

In 150 years, even the little lady is not stupid anymore, and she even brought back some memories from the past. After all, Ruan Yulang was originally a cool young man, who spoke very little, was shy, and didn't pinch his face.

It's really frustrating that his little toys are gone.

"Director Lu—"

Just as he was about to open the envelope to take a look, he heard a familiar call behind him. Lu Yinxi was thrown into his arms, and when he took a closer look, it was the little lady.

He looked in surprise at the little lady in his arms who was acting like a spoiled child, and at Xi Zhou who was sweating profusely, and asked, "This is...recovery?"

Xi Zhou rubbed his head: "Drunk."

Lu Yinxi's ecstatic face just now collapsed: "Oh..."

it's a pity.

The little lady raised her face from his arms, puffing her face, "Daoist Lu, I miss you so much, I'm about to suffocate to death in Hanshan Temple."

Lu Yinxi pinched his cheek, affectionately: "Little lady, I miss you too."

The two hugged and wept bitterly, Xi Zhou shook his head, and put two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine at his feet.

Xi Zhou took over Yanming's position and became the great abbot of Hanshan Temple, presiding over major and minor matters in the temple. Ruan Yulang happened to be his right-hand man.

No one knew that the great abbot of Hanshan Temple was actually a wine and meat monk.

But Lu Yinxi doesn't care about these things, he only knows that although the monks in Hanshan Temple don't drink alcohol, the sweet-scented osmanthus wine they make is a must, probably because the monks are serious about their work, and they have to order a few jars every year.

Or, it was because of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree that grew in front of Yanming's grave.

The little lady is the type who can't drink even a drop of wine. Every time she gets drunk, she becomes stupid, and when she is stupid, she always forgets, so she always repeats the same mistakes. If Lu Yinxi misses him, just drink some wine and put it in his bowl.

It's not that Ruan Yulang is bad, he also likes this cold former fairy, and can give him a lot of guidance, but he still prefers that heartless young boy who likes to make holes all day long.

Staying with him seems to be able to forget this world for a while.

The little lady held him tight and wanted to tell him how boring the monks in the temple were, how his ears were covered with chanting sutras and chanting Buddha all day long, and how steep the mountains and rivers they traveled to in the past few days, almost thought that they would not survive. .

What's more, Xi Zhou was so annoying that he sealed all the tunnels he had worked so hard to dig.

After saying this, at sunset, the little lady talked until she fell asleep, Xi Zhou said goodbye to him apologetically, and carried the little lady back to Hanshan Temple, leaving him alone to taste the freshly produced sweet-scented osmanthus wine on the top of the mountains. .

The wine was very hot in the mouth, and after swallowing, there was a mellow aroma, the small cups were not enough for him to drink, and at the end of the drink, he simply lifted the whole jar and drank it.

It's not good to be in the ascension, and you won't get drunk even after drinking.

Lu Yinxi stood up and looked at the broken jars on the ground in a daze, and walked forward a little bit, first the hair rope, then the coat, and finally the lining, leaving only a thin shirt and obscene trousers.

Although no one dared to trespass in this barren mountain, but he would not run naked in this mountain.

He jumped down from the top of the mountain, jumped into the pool of hot spring, suffocated at the bottom of the pool until the last breath of air was exhausted, and then he jumped out of the hot spring.

A dense fog formed above the pool, and it was impossible to see anything nearby. Lu Yinxi's mind went blank, and he took a deep breath of fresh air.

The heavy sinking, coupled with the effect of alcohol, seemed a little dizzy.

Lu Yinxi propped up his hands, just remembered that the rocks beside the pool were very slippery, he missed his hand and was about to fall back into the pool, but someone grabbed his wrist vigorously.

He was taken aback, squinting his eyes, but couldn't see the man's face clearly: "Who is it?"

There was a drawn-out nasal voice in the question, which added a little coquettish meaning.

"So defenseless?" The man asked with a flirty tone, teasingly, "What if I plot against the immortal?"

"you dare."

Lu Yinxi stretched out his hand, and the man fell into the water, and the two sank to the bottom of the water together. The temperature of the pool seemed to be terribly hot for a moment, and the man in front of him didn't struggle. Prying his lips open, the oxygen in Lu Yinxi's mouth was taken away and sent back, constantly crossing the critical point, making him feel like dying.

A strong lift sent him out of the water, and he was pressed on the raised stones on the bank. The man's face was very close to him, forehead against forehead.

"But I'm here to plot against the Immortal." The man stroked his cheek and said with a smile, "The Immortal is so beautiful, I don't dare to play with it from a distance at the foot of the mountain, but today I saw an opportunity, so I dared to ask."

"what?"

"Can the Immortal Venerable accept his disciples?"

"No charge, get out."

"It's okay if you don't accept it, I will grind until the immortal accepts me."

Lu Yinxi was pulled into the water again, but this time he didn't hold his breath, he choked in a mouthful of water, bubbles popped out one by one, and the man immediately pulled him out of the pool.

"What are you doing, don't you love playing in this hot spring pool the most?"

Lu Yinxi didn't answer, but just looked at the man blankly.

He was a little younger than he thought, with obvious youthful vigor in his brows and eyes, and those eyes seemed to have read all sentient beings.

He has thought about it many times, if we meet again, what kind of arrogance he will show, and tell the other party that in such a short time, I am not lonely at all, and I don't miss you at all.

But in fact, his eye sockets had completely exposed him just now.

"Why... make me wait until now..."

The man wiped his face, and started to panic again: "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll have nothing to do when you cry, don't cry, okay, I'm back, in front of you, I won't leave from now on, just I'm with you, okay, okay, don't cry, I'm most afraid of you crying."

Lu Yinxi didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it, the golden peas dropped in clusters, and he couldn't stop it.

The man had no choice but to kneel down on one knee and whisper softly, "Will the Immortal still accept me?"

"...Accept, if you don't accept it, you will torture me, how dare I not accept it."

The man in front of him pouted his mouth and said angry words, so pouted that he almost went to heaven, the man only felt that his heart was scratching his lungs, and he wished he could swallow his life alive before he could feel at ease.

"Then master, my disciple Mo Hensheng—"

"A kiss."