No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 8 Roots
"Lan Ran, is this your new disciple?" The female cultivator glanced at Xu Shun and said in an ethereal voice.

"Looks pretty smart." She flipped her hand and a sheathed sword appeared in her hand. She said:
"It's our first meeting. I never thought that Lan Ran would accept another disciple. He left home without taking anything with him. I found this sword by chance, so I'll give it to you!"

Xu Shun looked at Lan Daoist, who said, "Since it was given by your great-grandmaster, why don't you accept it?"

Hearing this, Xu Shun took the sword with both hands and said, "Thank you, uncle-master."

Hearing Xu Shun mention her great-grandmaster, the female cultivator frowned slightly and said to Lan Ran, "How have you been lately?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Shun's ears pricked up.

This is quite a story.

Xu Shun saw that Lan Daoist was still respectful and said, "To reply to Uncle Master, everything is fine."

Not to mention the female cultivator, even Xu Shun heard it and was perfunctory.

"You..." The female cultivator frowned, looked at the people around her and Xu Shun, and said, "Let's go to a quiet place to talk."

"It's quite convenient here." Lan Dao Ren didn't want to go.

"You keep calling me your uncle, but you don't listen to me. How sincere are you as my uncle?" The female cultivator's ethereal voice showed no emotion.

"Well... okay." Lan Dao thought for a moment and said.

Then Xu Shun was dazzled again, and the two disappeared, leaving only Lan Daoren's words.

"Wait here, my disciple. I will be back soon."

Xu Shun was the only one left in the roast pig restaurant.

The other people in the restaurant looked at Xu Shun with envy and fear.

They also didn't expect that the diners who ate the roasted whole pig were actually gods.

Xu Shun ignored them and just drew out the sword.

With a "swish" sound, as the sword was unsheathed, a cold light seemed to be sprinkled in the roast pig restaurant.

The sword is slender and sharp, and the blades on both sides are as smooth as mirrors, emitting a cold light.

The hilt is covered with dragon and cloud patterns, and at the end of the hilt is a sword head that Xu Shun cannot recognize, which seems to be a Chi.

Xu Shun waved lightly, and in an instant the cold light spread across the entire restaurant like water, so bright that people could not open their eyes.

What's even better is that Xu Shun's spiritual energy was input into the sword without any hindrance, making the sword more flexible.

Is this the magic weapon?

After playing for a while, Xu Shun put away the sword.

This sword is much stronger than the one he carries on his back.

The sword he carried was just an ordinary broad-bladed iron sword. In the past, Lan Daoren used this sword to kill the demon in the well.

I guess for Lan Daoren, there is no difference between the iron sword, magic weapon, and flying leaf?

Xu Shun guessed, and then continued to sit at the table with roasted whole pig and eat the roasted pork leg.

If you don’t eat it now, it will get cold and won’t taste good anymore!
This pork leg is roasted separately from the whole roasted pig.

The whole roasted pig was prepared by Lan Dao Ren for eating during the live broadcast.

While eating, Xu Shun thought about the conversation between Taoist Lan and the female cultivator just now, a crude Taoist with a bare neck, and a female cultivator who was as beautiful as an immortal.

One is my nephew, the other is my uncle.

Hmm... I didn't expect that there would be such gossip among the monks!
Tut tut...

Xu Shun had just finished eating half of the pork leg when he saw that Lan Dao Ren had returned.

"So fast?" Xu Shun said in surprise.

How long has it been? It's over?
Five minutes? Ten minutes?
Oh, that’s not short.

"I'm just telling my uncle some old stories about our sect." Taoist Lan said as he sat opposite Mingzhu who was performing the "Round Bead Technique".

Ah, yes, yes, yes…what old matters of your master’s sect are you keeping from me?

Am I not your apprentice?
Xu Shun knew it in his heart, but he said nothing and just gnawed on the pork leg silently.

Lan Daoren looked at the roasted pig that he had eaten half of, as well as the respectful and fearful looks of the other people in the restaurant, and said, "What a spoilsport!"

Spoil the fun?

Who spoiled the fun? "Let's go!" Lan Dao picked up the pearl on the table and left the restaurant.

"Hey? Master?" Xu Shun didn't know what the two of them were talking about, so he quickly paid the money and followed.

The other people in the restaurant were still hesitating whether to seek a master and find immortality. While they were hesitating, the two immortals, one old and one young, had already left.

There is only an interesting story about two immortals coming to the roasted whole pig restaurant to eat roasted whole pig.

"That great-grandmaster is..."

Xu Shun and Lan Dao Ren had already left the Pig-Slaughtering Town and were walking in the mountains.

The mountain road is winding, with dense forests on both sides. The trees are towering and the branches are lush, cutting the sunlight into mottled light and shadows, sprinkling them on the winding path.

In the end, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and couldn't help asking.

"It's Uncle-Master Qingtao." Taoist Lan, who was walking in front, said after a while.

Green peach? Blue beard?
You also said that your names have no profound meaning!

Xu Shun was complaining in his heart when he heard Lan Daoist continue to say, "She is the disciple accepted by my great-uncle Lu Ba."

"Lv Ba is the youngest of my master's generation, so he was the last to accept a disciple."

"Qingtao is about the same age as me when I became my disciple. When I was training in the mountains, I would often move around."

Taoist Lan finished his explanation in a few words, but it took Xu Shun a long time to understand.

The generations of the Qinghua sect are red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue and purple.

Master Lan Daoren’s generation is the “Qing” generation.

The generation before the "Qing" generation is the "Lu" generation.

Therefore, Qingtao’s master is Luba, who is of the “Lu” generation and is the great uncle of Lan Daoren.

It’s the name “Lvba” that really makes people want to complain.

It's all green, why don't you call it Green Dam!

We in the Qinghua faction have a problem with color, right?

and many more……

Xu Shun discovered the blind spot and asked, "Is Grand Master Luba a man or a woman?"

"My great-uncle master is a man." Taoist Lan glanced at Xu Shun, not knowing why Xu Shun asked this.

That’s good, it’s Lu Ba, not Lu Ba Niang.

Otherwise it would be too abstract.

"I wonder what my master's Taoist name is..." Xu Shun suddenly thought of a question.

Zicai, Lanran, Qingtao, and Luba, the Taoist names of their Qinghua Sect really make people want to complain.

So, what is the Taoist name of Lan Ran’s master?

What is green?
Qingping? Qingming? Qinghua? Qingsi?
"Master's Taoist name is Qinggua." Taoist Lan said in an unclear tone.

ha?
Cucumber?

Isn't that a cucumber?

Xu Shun could hardly control his expression and his eyes widened.

No, you guys...

He greatly underestimated the abstractness of the name of the Qinghua School!

Choosing a Taoist name is such a serious matter, why are the ancestors of the Qinghua School always able to play with it in such a creative way!

After comparison, to be fair, Xu Shun had to admit it.

Names like Lanran and Zicai sound much better than "cucumber".

The name of cucumber sounds very...

From this perspective, the Patriarch is truly a broad-minded person.

He did not name his master, Lan Daoren, Blue Spirit, Blue Ghost or Smurf.

(End of this chapter)