Chapter 2271: Wanjianmen’s Dissatisfaction

It is said that people tend to drift off easily after drinking alcohol.

And the person in front of him was obviously floating high enough.

When Xia Daotian heard his funny words, he burst out laughing: "Hahaha! Seven words floated in the sky, grandson, you are laughing so hard!"

"..."

Yang Qiuyu watched the two old men fighting each other, and stood aside helplessly holding his sword.

"You still dare to scold me?"

The demonic man pointed at Xia Daotian unsteadily, and suddenly scratched his head: "But don't say it, the words you scolded me... sound quite rhyming."

"rhyme?"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Xia Daotian jumped up and down with joy, and Yang Qiuyu beside him couldn't help but laugh so hard that his waist trembled wildly.

If the old man in front of him had not been drunk, he would never have said such a funny thing.

However, the Demonic Taoist didn't seem to pay much attention. Instead, he touched his white beard and straightened up: "I am a Demonic Taoist from a scholarly family. He wrote "Ode to the God" silently at the age of three, memorized "Hu Li" backwards at the age of twelve, and ! You can already compose a poem in seven steps at the age of twelve! Are you trying to rhyme with me?"

He suddenly became sour.

Moreover, it is sour and quite tasty.

Seeing this, Xia Daotian rolled his eyes, and also touched the white beard on the front of his neck. His eyebrows stretched, and his eyes looked far away: "I, Xia Daotian, lurked in the abyss. He wrote "Ode to the Nerve" silently when he was one year old, and memorized "Hu" backwards when he was two years old. "Fence", I already wrote a poem in seven steps at the age of three~"

"You! You can actually write at the age of one?!"

The demonic man rubbed his old eyes, still feeling a little dizzy.

After a moment, he cursed angrily: "You old man, if I, the devil, don't draw my sword, you think I'm a sick cat! If I draw it... I...?"

He touched around and finally turned around in a circle: "Ah? Where is my knife?"

Glancing lightly at this old drunkard who was so funny that he had no limits, Xia Daotian imitated Bai Chen's usual behavior, shook his head helplessly, and smiled calmly: "Why don't you, sir, rise to the height of ninety thousand miles when the wind blows?"

"Well!"

When the demonic man heard this, his old eyes suddenly became dull.

Why don't you follow the wind?

Skyrocketing to 90,000 miles? !

"What a poem, what a poem! Hahaha! What a skyrocketing to 90,000 miles. Today I will let you see what a real skyrocketing is!"

The old demon man bent his hands, suddenly raised his head, stepped hard with his feet, and his figure immediately flew out of the sky like a flying monkey with a streak of white smoke.

"This guy, hahaha, I have never seen such a funny old man, he made me laugh so hard!"

Xia Daotian laughed until tears filled his eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes~Grandpa Xia, you are the most powerful!"

Yang Qiuyu pressed Xia Daotian's shoulders aside, which made Lao Xia laugh even more arrogantly.

Throughout the street, his vigorous and powerful laughter spread throughout the surrounding alleys.

…

A few days later, Bai Chen still didn't come out of seclusion.

Xia Daotian sat in front of the stone table under the locust tree, holding a Xilan flower in his hand. Every time a petal fell, he would murmur silently.

"Little fat man, didn't I teach you to think about how to escape when you are in danger? If you can't escape, lie, if you can't lie, then fake death. Why can't you learn this essence of being a human being?" Thinking of Fatty Guo, Xia Daotian's old eyes I couldn't help but feel wet.

But when I thought of Xiaoya again, tears broke out of my eyes and fell down.

He sniffed and raised his head with tears in his eyes: "Xiaoya, Xiaoya, I shouldn't have listened to you in the first place and took you to Aolai Country... It's all Grandpa Xia's fault. Grandpa Xia spoils you too much... …”

But that year, the days when he, Xiaoya and Fatty Guo played wildly and carelessly all day long were so cool.

Now that I think about it, he is the only one left, feeling sad and missing under this locust tree.

"Alas, one of you is the supreme swordsman of the year, the other is the son of the Emperor of Heaven, and the eldest is the strongest God of Destruction. What the hell do you think you are doing? You are hanging out with a common man like me. A useless common man like me... mixed together……"

His old body trembled, and he finally lay down on the stone table, crying bitterly.

Faced with Fatty Guo's capture and Xiaoya's disappearance, he had nothing to do.

He also worked very hard, but after all, his talent was limited. If his boss hadn't protected him and spent half of Xiuyun Chenyao Sword Sect's income every year for him to refine medicine and explode the cauldron, how could he have stepped into the realm of a seventh-grade alchemist? .

You know, if he blows up a cauldron at will, the loss will be equal to the drought and flood that an ordinary people's family will have for ten lifetimes.

…

"Fat man, Xiaoya, I miss you!"

"Old man, I miss you—"

The trembling cries of vicissitudes of life resounded from the courtyard, and the maids busy in the surrounding corridors heard it. They were all at a loss, but they did not dare to come and watch without permission.

Because every servant of Chenyao Sword Sect knows very well that Xia Daotian is one of the people Bai Chen loves most. This kind of love is even better than the love between men and women.

After all, he was the first to follow Bai Chen into the world.

Just like when the Cat Emperor was the first to follow the God of Destruction.

It has innate advantages that others can never compare with.

…

"That stinky old man!!"

In a dark room, the demonic man was trembling, his eyes gradually turning red.

Now he is sober.

But he was carried back from the wild mountains by his disciples.

As the elder of Wanjian Sect, he has been greatly embarrassed this time!

"Smelly old man, while I'm drunk, you want to play tricks with me and fly up to 90,000 miles, right? You can do it, you, when I catch you, I must let you know, what kind of magic do I have in this world? Portion!”

He combed his hair in front of the bronze mirror, and now he has regained his immortal look.

His white hair fell like a waterfall, no longer in the messy state before.

At this moment, a respectful voice of a disciple suddenly sounded outside the door: "Elder Mo, the master's wife summoned the elders for a private talk."

"Secret talk?!"

The demon frowned, quickly tidied up his clothes, pushed the door and walked out.

...

Jiang Yinong, as the wife of the master of Wanjianmen and the mother of Nan Yue'er, has a status in Wanjianmen that everyone can respond to.

When the demon hurried to the villa where Madam Jiang lived, seven figures with extraordinary momentum were already there.

"Old demon, can you hurry up? Everyone is waiting for you every time. You don't want to lose face!" A red-haired old ghost, with a chicken coop on his head, cursed impatiently.

Hearing this, the old demon blushed: "Shut up, if Madam Jiang hadn't invited me here, I wouldn't have come to see you."

"Do you think I love to see you?"

The two old men were at loggerheads.

"Okay~" Madam Jiang raised her hand helplessly, signaling them to be quiet.

She came in front of the eight people, and a hint of sadness appeared on her beautiful face: "Well, since the eight elders are all here, I will tell you what's on my mind... To be honest, I really don't like this Bai Mansion and Mr. Jiang."