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"Brother Qingxuan! Brother Fan is here to see you!" Before he could reach his figure, his voice came first, and the sound was like a bell. Who would it be if it were Fan Wuqi? Fan Wuqi was born with Kong Wuwei's strength, his stubble was sighing, his figure was strong, his waist was round, his iron arms and copper fist, his skin was dark, he was wearing leather hexagram trousers, and he carried a long-handled broad sword. He walked carelessly and full of ruffianity, but he had a shocking voice, like a giant came from a mountain, which was daunting and did not dare to block his path.

"Senior Fan, please keep your voice down. This is the place where the head of the sect's real person is practicing. The head of the sect likes quietness!" The little Taoist Tong Yixuan reminded him.

"Haha, maybe it's okay, I'm very familiar with your head, just like the meat that has been stewed in the pot for a long time, and it's kind of cooked!" Fan Wuqi heard the little Taoist reminder, seeing that the doll was so cute, it was teasing, and the sound was a little louder than before.

"Oh!" The little Taoist slapped his head, sighed, and said a few words in his heart, "It sounds so disgusting!" The young little face was a look of adults, which made Fan Wuqi laugh. The little Taoist had no choice but to speed up his pace.

Two people, one big and one small, walked to the small hut on the mountaintop. The little Taoist boy was about to knock on the door for advice, but Fan Wuqi took the lead. He pushed the door open and walked in with big strodes. The little Taoist boy's mouth was wide open, his face turned red, and he was a little angry.

"Yixuan, why not do it, go down!" Master Qingxuan made a gesture to the little Taoist boy to retreat. The little Taoist boy returned the gift, closed the door again, walked away, and smashed his mouth while walking. He must have forgotten to read the calendar when he went out today, and everything went wrong!

Fan Wuqi threw the long sword he carried onto the ground casually, and smashed a big hole on the floor with a "clang". Fan Wuqi scratched his head, touched the stubble again, and smiled at Qingxuan Zhenren awkwardly, "You don't have a magic circle to bless you..."

"Ha~" Qingxuan raised his eyebrows, "What magic array can withstand your tide without a sharp edge!"

"Haha, haha!" Fan Wuqi laughed twice, sat on the chair where Qingyang had been sitting before, raised his legs and put on a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Master Qingxuan shook his head, and was not angry, and started to taste the tea on his own, "It's still hard to drink!"

"Brother Qingxuan!" Not long after, Fan Wuqi woke up by himself, "Do you have any wine?"

"Well, there is, the swords and seas of fire in Jiuxianlou?" Qingxuan replied with a smile. Everyone in the cultivation world knows that Fan Wuqi has three major hobbies: sleeping, fighting, and drinking. Sleeping regardless of the occasion, he falls asleep and goes to the sky and the earth; fighting against the wind demon, his martial arts are violent; drinking is picky and he only drinks strong wine.

"Then the relationship is good!" Fan Wuqi's eyes shone and his spirit was bright, not like a person who had just woken up.

Fan Wuqi waved his hand and a big bowl appeared on the table. The mouth of the bowl was as big as a pot lid. The corners of Qingxuan's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but curse, "Your uncle!" Then he snapped his fingers and two big wine jars three feet high and two feet wide appeared out of thin air, "I'll give it to you!"

Fan Wuqi laughed, waved his hand, grabbed a wine jar with one hand, hugged it in front of him, bit the sealing cloth with his mouth, and pulled it hard, and instantly, the fragrance of wine in the hut was filled with wine, and a faint wave of heat rushed over. It was worthy of being a sea of ​​swords and fire, and it was well-deserved. Fan Wuqi took a breath, as if he wanted to catch all the scattered wine in one go, without wasting a single slightest.

"Good wine!" As he said that, he carried the wine jar in one hand and poured wine into the big bowl. The wine jar was huge, but the capacity of the big bowl was even more amazing. After one jar of wine was poured, the bowl was not full. Fan Wuqi put down the empty wine jar, opened the second jar, and poured it into the big bowl with a thunderous jar.

"You used the Infinite Bowl to trick me!" Master Qingxuan smiled, as if even his thoughts had reached the era of sword light and sword shadows.

"Haha! Then you chased and beaten for several months!" Fan Wuqi finally poured the wine, but the bowl was still dissatisfied. He looked at Master Qingxuan, and Master Qingxuan waved his hand, indicating that it was gone. Fan Wuqi was a little disappointed, but when he smelled the fragrance of the wine, he became happy secretly, picked up the big bowl, and drank it "gugugu" as if no one was around.

"Ah! Comfortable!" After a moment, two jars of wine were drunk. Fan Wuqi looked satisfied and burped. He was so happy. With a wave of his hand, Wuliang bowl disappeared, and Fan Wuqi suddenly looked serious.

"Brother Qingxuan! How about accompanying brother Wei to Qingqiu?"

True Man Qingxuan sighed, it was true! Then he shook his head.

"So?" Fan Wuqi was a little surprised, "Why?"

"Very bad!"

"How strange! It seems that your astrology technique has never had such a result!?" Fan Wuqi rarely became serious.

"Yes, I have never seen such a hexagram after practicing this technique by myself. Although I cannot see the detailed situation, the result is roughly like this for the entire incident. So, Brother Fan, please listen to my advice and not go in." Qingxuan Zhenren said earnestly.

Fan Wuqi did not speak, but stood up and paced back and forth in the house. Fan Wuqi came today, first, to find a place to settle down here in Daoxuan Sect, and second, to bring Qingxuan Zhenren to the Qingqiu Realm and take care of each other. After all, Qingqiu Realm is a holy land of the Nine-tailed Fox clan, and human cultivators rarely set foot on it. Besides, eight thousand years have passed, and I don’t know what the situation is. How many times did Qingxuan Zhenren’s astrological techniques help him escape from death. If he can get his help, I believe that this trip to Qingqiu Realm will be much smoother. But now Qingxuan refuses, and he cannot force himself. After all, if the relationship between the two is possible, Qingxuan will naturally not refuse.

Fan Wuqi sighed and sat back on the chair.

"Brother Qingxuan, how long have you been in the ascension period?" Fan Wuqi suddenly asked.

"Nine hundred years!" Qingxuan Zhenren didn't understand why, "When you and I met you, you were already in your ascension period, and now it has been four thousand years, right?"

"Well, it's been four thousand years." Fan Wuqi said, a little sad, "Ha, I've been waiting for too long! When you and I met, I had just broken out of an ancient forbidden area. I lost nine points in one life and was chased by my enemies. Fortunately, you saved me and relied on this magical astrological technique to escape. In fact, you don't know that I had already entered the seven forbidden areas of the cultivation world at that time just to find the way to ascension. I am not like you, a person who can calm down. I can't stand it even if I have to do this for a while. If I insist on doing so, I might as well kill me directly. I have entered the ascension period for more than 4,000 years. Although the time of the cultivator has changed in a flash, it's so long for me. When I was about to despair, the Qingqiu Realm appeared again. You don't know how excited I am."

"How many people in the cultivation world are like this!" Master Qingxuan sighed.

"Yes!" Fan Wuqie agrees, "It is said that the thousand-year-old turtle is, the ten thousand-year-old turtle. In the past eight thousand years, the cultivation world has to raise many old turtles who have never been born, haha!" As he said that, he swept away the sadness just now and became unjust, "Tell you, your Qingyuan Mountains are lively. On my way, that guy is crowded with people. It's a matter of this. I think the flowers, plants and trees here are going to grow a lot, well, um!"

"Hmm?" Qingxuan was puzzled.

"Think about it, how much fertilizer do these cultivators produce when they eat, drink, defecate, and urinate? No, you can't come in the future. Why does it feel like a pit?"

"Uh..." Zhenren Qingxuan was speechless for a moment, "Brother Fan, everyone in the cultivation world is fasting."

"Oh, yes, drinking and being confused! Haha!"

Qingxuan laughed apologized and sighed. Fan Wuqi's carefree temperament actually learned from others and said to him. It seems that Fan Wuqi has decided to leave. After spending more than a thousand years together, he naturally knows that Fan Wuqi's personality is stubborn like a cow, and he can't even pull it back.

"Well, I know that it is useless to say more. Although I can't go with you, I won't let you return empty-handed. You can stay in Daoxuan Sect with peace of mind. There is still more than four months before the Qingqiu Realm is opened. At that time, I have something for you and it is there. I believe that you will be able to go smoothly in the Qingqiu Realm this time." said Master Qingxuan, and he also had plans in his heart.

"Haha, I knew it was right to come to find you. You never disappointed me." Fan Wuqi was overjoyed, and suddenly became very alert again. He carefully approached Qingxuan's side, reached into his arms, took out a blue cover book exactly the same as Qingxuan had read before, and stuffed it directly into Qingxuan's arms. "You are not here empty-handed, you are here, please keep this for you carefully! Remember not to let others see it, especially your junior brother Qingyang! Remember, remember!"

After saying that, Fan Wuqi patted the shoulder of the real person Qingxuan, blinked at him, with an unfathomable expression on his face, then turned around, stretched out his hand, and the storm of Wufeng on the ground flew up and down into his hand. Fan Wuqi took the opportunity to carry the sword on his back, pushed the door out, and turned around and told him, "Remember, remember!" Then he rose from the ground, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Zhenren Qingxuan took out the book from his arms with a puzzled look, frowned, and opened the pages with his slender fingers. Before he could fully unfold, Zhenren Qingxuan suddenly closed the book, blushing and red. The wind suddenly blew in the room, making the decorations tilted. Zhenren Qingxuan stomped his feet on the ground, soaring into the sky, the floor was stomped to pieces, and the roof was hit by a big hole.

Zhenren Qingxuan stood in the air and roared in the direction where Fan Wuqi disappeared, "Your uncle!" The loud voice made the earth tremble. The people of the Daoxuan Sect even unsheathed their weapons, thinking that it was an invasion of foreign enemies.

"Hahaha! Remember!" Fan Wuqi's voice came from the air, and the true person Qingxuan seemed to be able to see Fan Wuqi's rogue appearance.

True Man Qingxuan was helpless and looked at the book in his hand and smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's really...ah..." He put the book in his arms and looked down at the small house. The little Taoist boy Yixuan was protruding his head, "Yixuan, go clean up the house, and you need to repair the roof of the floor!" After that, his figure disappeared into the air.

"Oh!" The little Taoist boy quickly agreed, entered the room, looking at the mess, "Tsk tsk, I really didn't read the almanac." After saying that, he bent down and picked up a blue cover book from the ground and took away the dust. It was the one that Qing Xuan Zhenren read before, "Well, Tao Te Ching!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!