My Senior Brother is Too Steady

In the remote area where the South China Sea and the West Sea meet, there are several major formations.

Zhao Gongming looked down at the two saint disciples of the Western Sect. He swept away the vast waves on the sea and the twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls slowly rotated...

In front of him, the two Western masters had blood at the corners of their mouths and trembling breaths, but they were firmly immobilized by the Dinghai Divine Pearl and could not move.

At this moment, the expressions of these two veterans were very complicated, ranging from fear to helplessness. Of course, the most important thing was anger.

The second time!

The second time!

Although it was the two of them this time, they deliberately planned to teach Huanglong Taoist first, and they borrowed Zhao Gongming's unique calculation method...

But they didn't hurt Taoist Huanglong at all! Just based on the experience of being touched, the scene reappeared again!

Zhao Gongming couldn't help but rushed up and beat them up, damaging their moral conduct for thousands of years. This was really a bridge!

Zhao Gongming was also thinking to himself at this time...

The beating was smooth just now, but the strength was not enough, and the two Western saint disciples were beaten to the detriment of their Taoism and Taoism.

This time it doesn’t make sense...

On the side, the tall and thin Taoist man saluted forward, his eyes full of emotion, and said:

"Thank you, Junior Brother Gongming, for rescuing us!

If Junior Brother Gongming hadn't appeared, Pindao really wouldn't have known what to do. "

Zhao Gongming laughed dryly and said, "Senior brother Huang Long doesn't have to worry about trivial matters."

The tall and thin Taoist took two steps forward, looked at the two old Western Taoists in simple clothes with sad and angry faces in front of him, and asked in a low voice:

"Junior Brother Gongming, what should we do now?"

Zhao Gongming sent a message and asked: "Did they attack you, senior brother?"

"This is not..."

The tall and thin Taoist smiled bitterly and said: "Pindao just came back from a friend's cave in the South China Sea and met the two of them. They said they had a good treasure and asked Pindao to observe it.

Unexpectedly, the two of them had an argument with each other and started fighting. One of them fell to the ground and vomited blood, as if he had been seriously injured.

The other person looked at Pindao and asked why Pindao hurt his senior brother...

Pindao really didn't do anything, not at all, and he even tried to persuade them not to fight so hard! "

Zhao Gongming suddenly frowned...

These two guys he had touched had some new tricks up their sleeves?

wrong!

If this routine is followed, the opponent must have hidden treasures or formations that can take photos... This is really difficult to deal with.

Zhao Gongming's feet suddenly softened, his movements were smooth and natural, and he fell directly in front of the three people. With a cry, a large amount of blood foam came out of his mouth, his face was pale, his breath was trembling, and his Taoist charm was shaking...

No matter what, let’s lie down first!

The two old Taoists who were sealed by the Dinghai Divine Pearl had even more grief and anger in their eyes, but they were unable to move at all.

In fact, as long as Zhao Gongming puts away the Dinghai Divine Pearl at this time, these two Western masters will not say anything harsh, and will just turn around and leave...

At this moment, the tall and thin old Taoist was suddenly confused. He looked to the left and right, and said to Zhao Gongming:

"Junior brother Gongming, how about I also lie down?"

"No," Zhao Gongming said calmly and quickly said, "I'll stabilize them here first!

Senior brother, go to Nanfangbuzhou, just on the coast of the South China Sea. Find a Poseidon Temple and go in to find the Poseidon of the South China Sea.

When the incarnation of Poseidon appears, Senior Brother Huanglong, please tell him what happened here and ask for a solution. I will definitely go to Poseidon later to express my gratitude! "

The tall, thin old man became more and more confused.

But after hearing Zhao Gongming's words of urgency, this master of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Explanation and Teaching did not think much and immediately used his magical power to rush out of the formation and shoot towards the north.

This flood, flood...

Times have changed?

…

On Xiaoqiong Peak.

[The story of Master and Master Wangqing getting back together is really difficult to handle. 】

However, this time the hard work was not in vain. Although the two of them have not revealed their feelings to each other, they are already able to communicate normally...

After doing it twice at most, you can make a fire and have fun.

Li Changshou glanced at the young master and Master Wangqing who had gone for a walk on the back mountain of Xiaoqiong Peak. He felt poetic in his heart. He couldn't help but ponder twice and recited in his heart:

'We were originally a pair of mandarin ducks, but they quarreled twice and separated.

It is said that the gods love each other well, but they are arrogant and coquettish. ’

Not bad, good, improved, and even rhymes!

Li Changshou suddenly heard some soft singing coming from behind him, but it was his junior sister Ling'e who was playing the piano, lightly opening her red lips, and singing softly as her fingertips touched the strings:

"The shadows of falling flowers are slow, and the tired birds are sinking into Xiayu.

Why do I miss you so much? I cherish my colorful clothes. "

Um?

Li Changshou glanced at her, and Ling'e immediately stopped playing, pursed her lips, and showed a faint smile to her senior brother...

She didn't imply anything!

"The Steady Word Sutra fifty times."

"Oh," Ling'e suddenly felt aggrieved.

Xiong Lingli had already gone to the Spirit Beast Garden to feed the spirit beasts. She really couldn't appreciate the atmosphere here and couldn't get used to it. She was afraid that she would disturb them if she fell asleep and snored like thunder.

Just like before going out, he often disturbed his parents at night...

Li Changshou paid attention to Master Wangqing and his master for a while;

Master Wangqing deployed immortal power around the two of them, and Li Changshou could not hear what was being said without alerting Master Wangqing.

At this time...

Several figures were sneaking up from the foot of Xiaoqiong Peak, riding on the clouds above the woods.

The leader was Jiuwu, a short Taoist who was definitely no more than five feet tall.

Behind Jiu Wu, Jiu Shi, Jiu Luer, Jiu Qi, and another one wrapped himself in a quilt, except for his small face...

Oh, Jiujiu.

Dressed like this, Li Changshou almost didn't recognize him.

As soon as the young master came back, Jiu Jiu seemed to have encountered a natural enemy;

If several senior sisters and brothers hadn't insisted on dragging her over, she would definitely not have used her luxurious formation!

These five senior brothers, brothers, sisters, and sisters touched the front of the thatched cottage by the lake together;

Li Changshou had already sent a message to Jiuwu and Jiujiu, asking them to pretend to be admiring calligraphy and painting.

It's natural to come to Xiaoqiong Peak to practice the Eight Diagrams method, as long as you don't disturb the two people over there who are planning to engage in the Yin Yang Dao.

After a while, Master Wangqing's five disciples sneaked into the 'art exhibition' maze; Li Changshou turned off the maze directly so that they could clearly observe the situation in the back mountain...

Not long after, Jiu Wu, low and low, quietly came to Li Changshou and asked with concern:

"Changshou, how's it going here?"

"What is the matter uncle asked about?"

"My master and your master, don't pretend to be confused with me, my uncle!"

Jiu Wu used the method of communication to face each other and asked: "Have they reconciled?"

“I don’t know about this either.

I am just a young disciple, and I dare not ask about the marriage affairs of these senior masters. "

Li Changshou smiled calmly and asked in a voice: "Uncle, how do the other uncles and uncles with the word "jiu" view this matter?"

"How else can we treat it? We are disciples, how can we still interfere in the master's affairs?"

Jiu Wu smiled and continued to speak:

"This is naturally a great joy. We have heard from Senior Sister many times a long time ago that Master has a woman whom he loves deeply.

Many times, Master would stare at a portrait alone in a daze. The painting had lost its ink and was blurry, but Master still refused to take it away.

After Xiaojiu entered the school, he was brought here several times by the master. Only then did we realize that the woman that the master was thinking about was this Uncle Jiang. "

Jiuwu stopped talking, laughed twice, and asked in a voice:

"If this really comes to fruition, what gift will you give to my master, nephew?"

Li Changshou smiled and said: "What this disciple is good at is nothing more than elixirs and wine."

Jiu Wu suddenly winked and said, "My master has a high level of cultivation and has been clean and tidy for so many years. How can I need those things!"

"Oh?" Li Changshou blinked, "Listening to what my uncle said, it seems that my uncle has not kept himself clean?

Uncle Wine Master, don’t draw your sword! "

"Why!"

Jiuwu was startled, jumped out in one step, and jumped straight into the lake with lightning speed.

Jiuwu turned his head and saw Li Changshou standing alone under the willow tree. His Taoist monk was more than ten feet away, 'appreciating' paintings with his junior brothers and sisters on the surface, and secretly observing what was going on in the mountains behind.

Jiu Wu glared at Li Changshou, his eyes full of resentment.

The short Taoist emerged from the lake in despair, shaking off the water stains on his Taoist robes, stamping his feet, and cursed in a loud voice: "You know how to trick me, your uncle!"

Li Changshou looked at the sky calmly and said with a smile: "Master, do you have a ghost in your heart?

Could it be that he was looking for the fox demon trapped outside the mountain gate? "

"Go away, don't try to taint my innocence!"

Jiuwu put his hands in his sleeves and cursed angrily:

"I drink wine to you, uncle. It can be seen from the sun and the moon, and the heaven and the earth can prove it. There is absolutely no two minds!

Hey, let’s get down to business.

Longevity, my senior sister heard that Uncle Jiang has many friends outside...

Do you think there is anyone among these people who... Well, it's just... it's not good to say so.

As disciples, we are a little worried about whether a few people will suddenly pop up and be jealous of Master.

That will definitely affect Master's state of mind in cultivating Taoism. Master is about to undergo a catastrophe. It's best to avoid such a situation if possible. "

Li Changshou said seriously: "I will ask Master about this later, Master, don't worry."

Jiu Wu said hurriedly: "Then I'll bother my nephew Changshou."

"This is just a small matter," Li Changshou said, "Uncle, I also have something to ask you."

"Oh? But there's no harm in talking."

Li Changshou took out a scroll of letters from his arms, stuffed it directly into Jiuwu's arms, and whispered:

"These are some tips for Uncle Wang Qingshi.

After all, my master is short-tempered, so it would be better for the man to take the initiative in this matter. "

Jiuwu's eyes lit up, and he put the letter into the storage bag sewn in his sleeve without leaving any trace.

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"What are you two muttering about there?"

Jiushi called from behind, "Wuwu is here, how about taking a look at this painting?"

I want to exchange the spiritual stones and take them back to decorate our room. "

Jiu Wu agreed and immediately slipped back.

Li Changshou said loudly:

"The paintings here are all made by disciples practicing their brushstrokes when they were bored. If my uncle or uncle likes them, they can take them for themselves."

The seventh disciple of Master Wang Qing drank together and laughed at the side: "This level of painting is just a practice of brushwork. My nephew, do you have a great painting? Take it out to open our eyes."

Li Changshou immediately shook his head with a smile.

Jiuwu on the side said with a smile: "Seventh Junior Brother, don't ask too much about this. You must not see the dacheng paintings of Senior Nephew Changshou!"

Jiu Qi suddenly became interested and chased Jiu Wu for a while asking questions.

Li Changshou didn't say much.

In fact, the only masterpieces that Uncle Jiu Wu knew were "The Picture of the Hundred Beauty Old Empress" and "The Picture of the Hundred Beauty Old Lady", which were only considered minor works.

He is even more energetic now!

Without warning, a faint cry came from the bottom of Li Changshou's heart...

'Is Poseidon there...Poseidon...fellow Taoist...maybe you can hear...'

Um?

The shouting was intermittent, and the 'signal' was very weak.

Li Changshou shrank his left hand in his sleeve, and immediately pinched his fingers to calculate. A spiritual thought followed the sound and landed on a certain statue of the god he was called to.

When he arrived at this statue, Li Changshou was also startled.

This is not an 'authentic Poseidon statue'.

This place is a coastal fishing village, where a clay statue is enshrined. Two big characters are written on the clay statue - Poseidon...

But here, it can be regarded as the place where I gather my incense and merit, and this clay statue is also related to me.

Such a simple clay statue was not included in the more than 23,600 statues of gods he had at this time.

But then I thought about it, being able to directly alarm him, the God of the Sea, in a place like this, and also send the shouts into my heart...

The person who shouts is no small matter.

Li Changshou stared at the statue in front of the clay statue with his spiritual mind. This Taoist who looked familiar but could not remember where he had seen him looked at him carefully for a while.

This person is tall and thin, wearing a loose light yellow Taoist robe, tied with a common Taoist hairpin, and his two palms are like cattail fans. His overall temperament gives people a carefree and elegant feeling.

He has a strange face, a wide and long forehead, and slender eyes, which are somewhat similar to the eye shape of his second leader Ao Yi...

Moreover, this person exudes a touch of coercion, and has a little bit of the mysterious Tao charm of returning to nature...

In terms of cultivation, he is definitely a master.

The old man raised his hands and shouted again: "Poseidon, Poseidon, can you hear it? Is Poseidon coming?"

A mortal lady carrying a bamboo basket happened to be passing by and couldn't help but remind her:

"You old man is so weird, why are you shouting at the Poseidon statue?

We are just inviting small statues of gods here. If you really want to worship the Poseidon, go to the big temple in the city! "

"Hey, thank you for reminding me, thank you for reminding me."

The old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and drove directly into the clouds towards the nearest big city.

The aunt who was passing by couldn't help being startled. The bamboo basket on her wrist fell to the ground and fell to the ground...

Old salted fish.