Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Daowu King Valley, Jietian Pagoda, Ancient Heavenly Way
"It's fine for you to come alone, what else do you bring!"

The golden ball of light has long since disappeared, replaced by an old Taoist in sackcloth.

The old man's beard and hair are all white, but his figure is still tall and straight. There is no trace of aging on his body. There is a wooden hairpin stuck in his white hair, which looks simple and capable.

He looked up and down the suppressed dragon in front of him, and the unicorn standing aside after being cut off. If it weren't for the special space in the ancient heavenly way, he really couldn't let go of such a big guy.

Sheng Wuji turned around and said, "But having said that, how did you fight this dragon? I don't look like a species of affliction."

It stands to reason that the vitality and blood of a person will decline as they grow old, which will affect their own state. This point is almost impossible to violate, but Sheng Wuji's voice is still full of energy, and his gestures are still very powerful.

"This is the wish of the younger husband and wife. It comes from a difficult situation. I hope the seniors don't dislike it."

Lin Chongyang, who stood side by side with Ji Wuxia, spoke out and revealed the origin of the dragon.

"No wonder, there is no dragon soul, dragon energy, and dragon balls. Others are fine, so I will accept the things. It just so happens that you vacated the Zhenlong Temple earlier, and it is suitable to throw it over there to raise."

Sheng Wuji looked at Jiaolong again, and then he swiped his palm into a knife, and cut off the tail of Jiaolong very skillfully. Before the suppressed Jiaolong could react, he was fed the pill and threw it to Zhenlong Temple.

Afterwards, Daohuang removed the scales and bones of the severed tail as if he were processing ingredients, and the whole set of movements went smoothly.

Putting away the scales and bones, Sheng Wuji cut up the processed jiao meat and packed them together for Lin Chongyang:

"You take these to Xingxiu, and keep the wedding wine. They often use the Mieyuan furnace to cook hot pot. Don't think I don't know."

As for Xingxiu Yiqi's little trick, how could it be possible to hide it from the Emperor of Dao Martial Arts, but with the Immortal Mo Karma Jewel in front, Sheng Wuji didn't bother to pursue it.

How can someone who can form Gu Jian Zun Shi with Jiang Nan Chunxin be a decent person?

Xi Tang Jian Ding, automatic alchemy, can only say one sentence and understand everything.

"This is my treasured Ziying brew, take it together, and, you two come here again before you leave."

Sheng Wuji turned out two more wine jars and threw them together with the packaged jiao meat. Lin Chongyang put them away and left a few pots of Wenjunfang Qianrigan for the senior, and they shared with Ji Wuxia please resign and leave.

After watching the two leave, Sheng Wuji put away the jugs of wine and set off for Zhenlong Temple.

Even if it is not a species of affliction, Jiaolong is still a Jiaolong, but he has not seen it for many years.

The whole body of the dragon has extremely high value, and there are basically no useless parts, whether it is scales, flesh and bones, or internal organs, bone marrow, teeth, horns, and eyes.

Just meeting each other, at least ten uses for Jiaolong automatically emerged in Sheng Wuji's mind.

Refining alchemy and drawing talismans, cooking hot pot directly, are all very intuitive.

Of course, these are not the most important. The most important thing is that this is a living Jiao, which can be raised and reused, and it exists as the foundation of Dao Wu King Valley.

This is undoubtedly a great gift, and in the long run, it is worth more than the pair of heavy eyes he gave away.

He had to return the gift to the young couple again, otherwise he would feel bad.

…………

When Lin Chongyang and Ji Wuxia arrived at the Xingxiu Heaven, the first thing they saw was a furnace, and then the people waiting in the Xingxiu Heaven.

"If you linger and come a little later, you will only be able to eat leftovers." Yue Wuque put away his pipe and said bluntly.

Other than Yue Wuque, only Xingxiu Yiqi and Mi Tuozi were present. Friends got married. When Mi Tuozi received the news, he had not yet entered the deep retreat, so he deliberately broke through.

Then, Xingxiu Yiqi sent a letter directly and called the person over.

"Ha, then I would like to thank my friend for your kind hand."

Lin Chongyang didn't take his friend's teasing seriously, and sat next to Ji Wuxia.

After the two of them were seated, Yue Wuque added more bowls and chopsticks for them: "Should you not forget to bring the wedding bar?"

"Friends don't ask for a cup of poop."

At the same time as he spoke, Lin Chongyang took out several pots of aged wine and placed them in front of everyone.

"Who are you looking down on?" Yue Wuque picked up the jug and said, "Good wine."

Ji Wuxia introduced: "A thousand days of sweetness from Wenjunfang."

"Okay, it's time to get drunk today."

No need to look, it was what Yue Wuque said, among the five people present, except for Ji Wuxia, he had the best wine, and the smell of the wine made him feel a little better.

"Are friends going to break the precept today?" Xing Xiu Yiqi looked at Mi Tuozi.

"Also please forgive me."

Amitabha shook his head lightly, then looked at Lin Chongyang: "Today, we will replace wine with tea, and congratulate Ling Zheng on his new wedding."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Wuxia's sleeves fluttered lightly, and a food box appeared in front of everyone, and a few green leaves with golden patterns were placed on the side of Amitabha.

Seeing this, XingXiu Yiqi chuckled lightly and said, "Ha, the two of you came here today prepared."

"Tsk, it's like him to come prepared, I'm afraid he even brought the ingredients."

Yue Wuque, who had already drank a glass of wine and blushed, said so.

Those present are all friends of life and death, they can entrust their lives, and it is harmless to make some jokes. If the younger generation is called, there will be too many people, but they may not be relaxed and happy.

The marriage of a good friend, even though it was expected many years ago, when it actually happened, Xingxiu Yiqi still felt somewhat emotional in their hearts.

The content is, how was the personality of a good friend won?

Or can it be said that the friend will be taken down?
simply……

Make them unbelievable!
As far as the character of a friend is concerned, he takes the lead and always stands in front of everyone; knows people and uses them well, and can let go of the corresponding prejudice; he is confident and arbitrarily independent, but he will not be determined by his personal emotions; Kindness and compassion for the common people.

But, let him take the initiative emotionally, even thinking about it is unlikely to happen.

The answer is obvious.

"I did bring the ingredients, but it's a pity that the Buddhist precepts are in front, and my friends can only watch today."

Lin Chongyang took out the packaged Jiaolong meat and put it in front of everyone: "The Jiaolong was thrown to Zhenlong Temple to be raised. This is the cut up Jiaolong meat."

"Flood dragon? Didn't it mean that the dragons in the abyss are extinct?"

Everyone's mentality was very good, they were not shocked, they were more curious, after all, there is a sky beyond the sky, and there is a boundary within the world, Lin Chongyang himself has a prison dragon, and a great apprentice who is the God of Yutian Dragon.

"This will involve other things, let's chat while drinking."

"Wuque." Xingxiu Yiqi looked at Yue Wuque.

"Two altars, no, three altars of Ziying brew, otherwise we won't talk about it."

Having said that, after all, Yue Wuque drank the wine first, and the Yushu Longqin was immediately manifested and placed beside the Mieyuan Stove.

When Lin Chongyang saw this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Friends from the Daoist sect would still enjoy life. He took out two wine jars and put them down: "There are only two jars here, and they were just given by Senior Sheng Wuji."

"Tsk, just two altars." Yue Wuque glanced at them, but didn't move for now.