Chapter 84 He Is His Uncle

The fat boy was Li Chuyi.

After several days of practice, he finally stabilized his Jindan stage. He was eager to go down the mountain, and with Ye Zhichen's tacit consent, he left the courtyard.

The sword energy restriction at the door was no longer a threat to him who had mastered the sword realm. As the realm was opened, he easily passed it. As for the strong wind on the high mountain outside the courtyard, Li Chuyi had been prepared for it and used several self-defense tactics in "Wuji Qiankun Dao" to deal with them one by one. But God seemed unwilling to see him go down the mountain too smoothly. When he was halfway, Li Chuyi actually encountered several nine-day strong winds. Although the altitude was low and the wind was not strong, it was still fatal to Li Chuyi.

Seeing that the protective Taoist spells outside his body were broken by the strong wind, Li Chuyi, who was so scared that his heart was throbbing, hurriedly cast spells one after another, casting a series of protective Taoist spells, constantly repairing the gaps broken by the strong wind, until his magic power was almost exhausted, and then he walked out of the range of the strong wind.

I thought I could finally go down the mountain smoothly, but I didn’t expect to encounter a fog restriction at the foot of the mountain. The various confusing spells and hidden sword energy in the fog made him flustered again. Fortunately, he already had experience. He had even seen the confusing god restriction of the burial king in the dead land, and he had practiced Taoism in the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion in the Five Goats Tomb. Although he was in a hurry, he finally got out smoothly.

All the way down the mountain, Li Chuyi felt like the fool named Tang Monk mentioned by the Taoist priest. After going through 81 difficulties, how could he not be furious? He turned around and cursed Shenjian Peak, and the scene just now appeared.

Li Chuyi, who had cursed enough, looked at the many monks who looked at him strangely. He made a shy face, but he secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, cursed himself, and constantly reflected on himself.

"Damn it, I forgot my principles when I was excited. I don't show off my talents and keep a low profile. Now I am like the fool Tang Monk, with treasures all over my body. I don't have a follower who is more skilled but even more stupid to protect me. How can I be so ostentatious? I can just curse a few words secretly. Why did I forget it when I was excited?"

Li Chuyi, who had reflected for a long time, suddenly saw Wang Yuan and his friends who were closest to him, or more accurately, saw the food in front of them. Looking at the delicious food with wine and meat, Li Chuyi's eyes turned red, and he immediately forgot his reflection. With a move of the Dragon Sword Step, his body turned into a shadow, and he came to the front of several people like a ghost, grabbed the food on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. Afraid that those people would not let him eat, Li Chuyi wolfed down the food while chatting with them in a familiar way.

"Ah, hello, brother!"

"Ah, sister, you are so beautiful~!"

"Wow, big brother, your muscles are so developed~! How did you train?"

"Oh, sister, you have a great temperament~! Like a fairy!"

"Ah? Are you a man? Damn! No, my God, brother, you are so handsome, more beautiful than a woman, how can a person be so handsome? Is there a secret?"

Except for the male disciple who was mistaken for a woman, the others looked at this little fat man who looked like a starving ghost with strange faces, and several female monks showed a look of With a touch of tenderness and pampering, she said softly as if to a naughty brother: "Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry, drink something before eating, don't choke."

Taking the wine handed over by one of the female disciples, Li Chuyi smelled it, frowned slightly and said: "Wine? I don't drink. Taoist priests say that wine can make people lose their temper, and children can't drink it. Do you have any fruit juice?"

"Yes, yes, here, for you." Several female monks who were amused by Li Chuyi's words "wine can make people lose their temper" hurriedly took out some fruit juice and handed it over. One of them couldn't help but touch his head, which made several male disciples roll their eyes and secretly curse this little fat boy for being nagging.

This is not the fault of these female disciples. They were all found to have the qualifications for cultivation when they were young, and were brought to Taixu Palace to cultivate. In the past, they were in contact with people of the same age, and as monks, who was not serious and devoted to the Tao? Usually, there is a person who likes to laugh and make trouble among the fellow disciples. They regard him as a happy fruit and a lively and humorous person. Now they meet such a little fat boy who seems to be fearless, but so funny and funny. How can they not like him? Once the women's sympathy broke out, the little fat boy was immediately treated as a younger brother by them.

Finally, it was clear that Li Chuyi was indeed not a senior master with the art of keeping his youth. It was probably just the apprentice of a senior on the mountain. The monks around him gradually dispersed. Those who practiced swordsmanship practiced swordsmanship, and those who discussed the law discussed the law. They no longer cared. But occasionally, they would still cast doubtful eyes on Li Chuyi, secretly wondering who this little fat boy was, and even dared to scold the ruthless sword saint Ye Zhichen.

After sweeping away the food in a whirlwind, Li Chuyi finally stopped, patted his round belly, and looked satisfied.

"Are you full? Do you want more?" asked a female disciple.

"It's OK, I'm about 80% full, let's take a break first and catch my breath." Li Chuyi looked shy, and the female disciples all covered their mouths and laughed quietly, while the male disciples wanted to slap that fat face.

At this time, Wang Yuan, who had been looking at Li Chuyi with a sharp eye, asked: "My junior brother, may I ask your name and who is your master?"

Li Chuyi, who burped and felt a little sleepy in the sun after eating and drinking, said lazily: "My name is Li Chuyi, my master is a Taoist priest, I don't know his name, he didn't tell me."

Wang Yuan frowned slightly, thought for a long time, and asked hesitantly: "Excuse me, is your master the Taoist Yunjian from Shenjian Peak?"

"Taoist Yunjian? I don't know him, he is not my master."

Li Chuyi shook his head, glanced at Wang Yuan, and added: "My master is not from Taixu Palace, nor from Tianmen Mountain. He has been busy recently and left me here to stay temporarily."

Wang Yuan nodded in understanding, thought for a while and asked again: "May I ask what footwork you just performed?"

Li Chuyi sighed secretly, as expected, he should not be easily exposed, otherwise people would see that he was extraordinary.

He wanted to make up a lie to get away with it, but then he thought that this was Taixu Palace, with Taoist Baijie and Ye Zhichen covering him, there should be no danger. Moreover, he just ate and drank from others, and they didn't say a word of objection. They even asked if he was full. He thought he was not a bad person, so he answered honestly: "I used the Wandering Dragon Sword Step."

Wang Yuan was shocked and asked anxiously: "But is it Ye Zhichen, the Sword Saint Ye's Wandering Dragon Sword Step?"

Li Chuyi nodded, secretly guessing that the Wandering Dragon Sword Step might also be Ye Zhichen's unique skill, otherwise it would not be recognized at a glance.

"No wonder, no wonder I look familiar. I had the honor of seeing Master Ye Feng perform it once a few years ago, and I was deeply impressed. I didn't expect to see it again now." Wang Yuan looked at Li Chuyi with a look of realization, and asked with a complicated expression: "Junior brother, was this Wandering Dragon Sword Step taught by Master Ye Feng? Did Junior Brother learn from Master Ye Feng in addition to your Taoist master? Junior Brother is Master Ye Feng's disciple?"

Several people were shocked when they heard this, and looked at Li Chuyi with astonishment, thinking to themselves, could this be the disciple that Ye Zhichen accepted in the legend? Thinking about this junior brother's cultivation in the Jindan stage, and knowing Ye Zhichen's unique Dragon Sword Step, the more they thought about it, the more certain they were.

Just as they were guessing, they saw Li Chuyi shaking his head and saying, "This sword cloth was indeed taught by Ye Zhichen, but he is not my master, he is my uncle. My master entrusted me to the old man, Baijie Taoist, but the old man was busy refining pills and had no time, so he threw me to Ye Zhichen. Unexpectedly, this uncle with a cold face all day long actually locked me up for half a year! And he didn't even give me meat to eat! It was not until today that I succeeded in my skills and broke through the restrictions that blocked me, and rushed down the mountain!"

When they heard this, they were petrified, and Wang Yuan was even more speechless, looking at Li Chuyi, not knowing what to say.

Baijie Taoist, old man? Ye Zhichen, cold-faced uncle?

After a long time, Ye Zhichen was not his master, but his uncle. And the master of this little fat man is unknown, but he actually has a relationship with the Hundred Tribulations Ancestor, and their friendship is so deep that he can entrust his disciples to him. The more they think about it, the more frightened they are, and the more weird their faces look at Li Chuyi.

Wang Yuan looked at Li Chuyi with a complicated expression. He dreamed of worshipping Ye Zhichen as his master. At this time, looking at this little fat man, seeing that he even sneered at the forbidden test that Ye Zhichen might have set up specifically for him to urge him to practice and grow, and his face was full of grievances, Wang Yuan couldn't help but sigh helplessly in his heart, the flowers have intentions, but the water has no intentions, and you don't know how to appreciate the blessings you have.

If it were me, let alone not being able to eat meat, even if I didn't have food to eat, as long as I could get Ye Zhichen's guidance, Wang Yuan would be willing to die.

Li Chuyi seemed to have seen what he was looking at. He patted Wang Yuan on the shoulder like a little adult and said with an experienced look: "Don't feel envious. I tell you, Uncle Ye is a pervert! Both psychologically and physiologically perverted! You said that he is so old, but he still hasn't married and had children. He has a cold face all day long. He is obviously handsome, but he has a big beard to pretend to be vicissitudes. Do you think there is something wrong with this man? I tell you, his kung fu is powerful, but he can't teach disciples. I am so smart, but he took half a year to teach me. Believe me, he is definitely not a good master!"

The people next to him looked at Wang Yuan who was patted on the shoulder by Li Chuyi. Seeing Wang Yuan's complicated face, they couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. At the same time, they secretly cursed this little fat man in their hearts. He was really a jerk. Is there such a comfort? He obviously didn't know how to be grateful for his blessings, and he belittled Ye Zhichen for not being able to teach people. Is there such a face-slapping?

Li Chuyi was unaware of this. He felt that he should have comforted Wang Yuan. He turned around and smiled and changed the subject, asking, "By the way, let's talk about business. I just came down the mountain. I have been trapped on the mountain for half a year and have not been around here. Brothers and sisters, can you tell me where there are delicious and fun places around here, and where there are many people and lively places?"

Several people were even more speechless. Is this business?

Cursing this little brat in his heart for being ignorant, several people began to explain to Li Chuyi the distribution of various places around Shenjian Peak. When talking about a small town not far from Shenjian Peak, Li Chuyi's eyes lit up, clapped his hands suddenly, and his face trembled with excitement.

"It's here! Please tell me how to get to this town."

After the description of several people, Li Chuyi carefully recorded the route, and then bowed, imitating the behavior of some people in the martial arts world he had seen before and said, "The mountains remain unchanged, and the waters flow forever. Brothers and sisters, we will meet again!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving the others speechless, and they secretly felt like they were seeing a psychopath.

Looking at Li Chuyi's receding back, Wang Yuan suddenly asked, "Junior brother, how old are you this year?"

"Thirteen." Li Chuyi's voice came from afar without even turning his head.

Wang Yuan was stunned when he heard this, and he looked at the people around him, all feeling a little terrified.

"Thirteen, Jindan stage, he can learn Ye Jiansheng's Wandering Dragon Sword Step in half a year, this..." Wang Yuan muttered, thinking about his previous bold words, and at this moment, he seemed to feel that his record of reaching the late Jindan stage before the age of thirty didn't seem to be a big deal.