In Fubo City, Nanyuan Continent, in the main hall of the city lord, Tu Kun was discussing matters with Wei Ran and several other local monks. A sword flashed and fell to Tu Kun without moving. He casually reached out to take it and check it out.
"Mo Ye calls you, come back with the donkey quickly!"
A few simple words, like a fierce spring thunder, made Tu Kun tremble all over.
"Whoa!" Pushing the case forward, Tu Kun was so excited that he roared: "Donkey, donkey, donkey, donkey, come back to the sect with me quickly." The sound rumbled throughout the city that was more than thirty miles away. , and Tu Kun had already flown into the sky, he couldn't wait a moment longer, and cursed: "Donkey day, hurry up, don't waste time."
If the viewer hadn't specifically told him to take the donkey back with him, he would have run away on his own.
That silver donkey king spends his days in a wine vat drunkenly and not caring about other people's business. He is still fooling around somewhere today and hasn't woken up yet?
Wei Ran and others who followed them out of the hall were astonished. They didn't know what happened to the Immortal Spirit Temple. The Protector Tu, who had always been decisive, calm, cold and unsmiling, had such an expression. Wei Ran hurriedly shouted: "Guard Protector Tu, let's go this time It was negotiated..."
"God has the virtue of good life. From now on, you can take care of matters in Nanyuan Continent by yourself. I won't ask any questions."
Tu Kun had already flown ten miles outside the city, flying rapidly towards the north.
In a comfortable and elegant courtyard in the city, there are blooming flowers, and the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard endlessly. On the balcony, Lu Zijin exchanges cups with several friends and friends, standing on the chairs with their bare chests and chest open, bragging about their abilities and achievements, heartily.
There are witches pouring wine and laughing, there are witches feeding people, there are witches squeezing the back with softness, and they are all enjoying themselves.
Suddenly, he heard the roar of an old-fashioned broken gong voice coming from outside. Lu Zijin pushed away several beautiful and disheveled bewitching girls in disappointment, and stood up with a curse: "Donkey day, you have to call me Donkey Master when you go back to the sect. How old are you?" thing."
Then he heard Tu Kun's impatient yelling and urging. He wiped his mouth randomly and said, "I'll go and have a look, send that noisy and ignorant old man away, and then come back and have a good time with all my brothers. Sorry." Excuse me."
"Master Donkey, go and come back quickly."
"Let's take a rest and wait for Mr. Donkey to come back."
Lu Zijin soared into the sky, turned into a thunderbolt, and instantly chased the old man to the north. He was almost two hundred miles away before he caught up with Tu Kun, whose speed had not reached the highest speed.
"I'm saying it's old-fashioned. If you have something urgent to go back to the sect, you can't tell me in advance? You want me to lose face in front of my friends on purpose, right? You're not a brother like you. Every time I ask you to drink and enjoy yourself, you don't go, but No wonder I..." Lu Zijin kept complaining. He was also a monster, old-fashioned and stubborn as an old-fashioned.
"It's the temple master who wants you to return to the sect."
Tu Kun's simple words made Lu Zijin shut up in shock.
"No, you old man, are you accusing me behind my back? This is not what my brother did. What's wrong with me relaxing and enjoying myself without affecting my pursuit of truth? I use wine and sex to sharpen my state of mind. I can immerse myself in it and pull it out at any time. Yes. It's an amazing way of practice recorded in the classics, but you... it's so uninteresting."
Lu Zijin asked a little irritably.
However, he had a guilty conscience and was not very confident. He did not expect to return to the sect so early.
Tu Kun flicked his fly whisk and sneered: "When you were happy, you had long forgotten your bullshit pursuit of truth. Don't put gold on your donkey's face. What kind of virtue do you have that you need me to complain to? Ask yourself. , have you made any progress in the past twelve years? The viewer’s eyes are piercing, just wait until you go back to the underground dark room and face the wall for a hundred years, don’t expect me to say a good word to you."
This black guy is very strong, rough-skinned, and has no fear of anything. He only obeys the guidance of Qi Guan.
He wouldn't fool around with those monsters along with the donkey.
He despises bargaining. He is a big demon who has been with Boss Xuanmu. He has pursuits and goals and disdains to be associated with him.
"Master Tu, why don't I stay in Nanyuan Continent for another year and not go back for the time being? No, at most half a year, I will have a good time to practice and improve my cultivation level. You can help me to smooth things over. I will never forget it. There will be A generous reward."
Lu Zijin's body felt as if he had been soaked by two ladles of ice water. All thoughts disappeared and he quickly bowed to Tu Kun who was gloating about his misfortune.
Bow.
All he asked was that the old-fashioned guy wouldn't fan the flames, and the talkative host would get angry, which would be very scary.
Seeing that the fire was almost over, Tu Kun stopped the donkey that was about to run away and said: "You follow me back first, and I will help you speak in front of the temple master."
"Thank you, Lord Tu, you are very interesting."
Lu Zijin grinned and handed over his hands. As long as he didn't add insult to injury, he and the master of the temple made some guarantees that this level could be passed safely. After returning, he would clean up his playfulness and practice hard.
The flowers and clouds are passing by, but my Taoism is firm.
Wen Zijin tidied his clothes and hair, dissipating the smell of alcohol all over his body, his thoughts started to stir, and the disturbances subsided. He suddenly felt that his state of mind slowly improved, like the breeze blowing on his face, the dust went away, and he felt indescribably refreshed.
Tu Kun glanced at the donkey who was immersed in the changes in his mood and kept walking, and sighed in his heart. He was not as good as Luzi in terms of mental talent. This black guy can be cut off instantly without any delay, but not everyone can do it easily. Do it.
He was left with nothing but envy.
It just so happens that this donkey likes to have fun and play.
The two demons were silent. They arrived at the southwest end of the Eastern Continent at dawn. The rising sun shone like fire on the two demons. The light waves jumped, and the mist steamed and twisted. It returned to a flowing state for a moment.
"My worries are gone, my mind is clear, and I feel so comfortable!"
Luzi went to the roadside and practiced all night. He stretched himself and a donkey brayed, causing the early birds in the forest below to scream and jump.
He no longer worried about the punishment of the Temple Master, and had a breakthrough in his mood. Facts speak louder than words. He was not lazy in Nanyuan Continent. The old man could not slander him. He asked carelessly: "Old man, the Temple Master asked us to return to the sect. What on earth is going on? What's the matter?" Tu Kun had long been accustomed to the character of the donkey who was playing thief across the river and demolishing the bridge. He whispered: "The hairpin flower ancestor returned to the sect and summoned us to meet." Originally, he had to fight the donkey in advance. Say hello to prevent this guy from talking nonsense.
"Wow, Mo Ye...well, Mr. Mo is back, haha, no wonder the master of the temple urges us to go back to the sect. We haven't seen you for a long time. Let's go. You old man, take your time. I'll take the first step."
Lu Zijin subconsciously imitated the guanzhu's name "Mo Ye", but Tu Kun glared at him and quickly changed his mind. He hurried to the northeast excitedly, turned into a silver thunder light, instantly shook off the old man, and went to the sect alone. .
The sword pill in his stomach was still taken after Mo Ye pointed it out, and he thought he was very familiar with it.
"Donkey day, wait a minute, why am I running so fast?"
Tu Kun was so angry that he cursed. His speed was inferior to that of the donkey. The two shadows fled away like a stream of light. When the masters of the witch clan were surprised, they flew into the air to catch up. They found that they were familiar demons and landed again. They sent a message to the masters of witch cultivators in front to let them go.
The flight back to the sect was smooth and smooth.
Lu Zijin and Lao Tu walked together toward the top of the hill where Xingyue Palace was located. They had already seen several familiar figures.
"Tu Kun pays homage to the ancestor of Hairpin Flower, and wishes him peace of mind!"
Tu Kun bowed from the air to the ground. He was so excited that he kowtowed his head. "Bang", the bricks cracked, which showed his sincerity.
Lu Zijin bowed his hands and said, "Greetings to Mr. Mo, um... long time no see." For a moment, he suddenly couldn't find the words to say, and a nonsense sentence came out that made him scratch his head.
Mo Ye glanced at the two demons and raised his hand, with a smile on his face: "Get up and talk."
Guanzhu Zhang is a Taoist monk with great luck, so she can gather all kinds of talents and masters around her. She decided to ascend to the upper world in Xianling Temple, which can be regarded as a blessing.
