I'm really not immortal

Chapter 10 Why don't you drink good wine?

Zhao Qingchan

Age: 15 years old

Status: Three generations of Wudang disciples

Reputation: 8
Arm strength: 26 (innate and growing)

Physique: 21 (innate and growing)

Body skills: 29 (inborn and growing)

Root bone: 44 (innate)
Comprehension: 45 (innate)
Fortune: Great luck (today)

Talent: Never forgetting

Realm: none
(Explanation: At only 15 years old, you have such an outstanding talent. Sao Nian, are you brave?)

Ignore the sassy game mastermind.

Zhao Qingchan glanced at the prestige, 8 o'clock, it's fine, it fits his low-key and unassuming personality.

He had already decided in his heart that there was no public beta in [Jianghu], and before the players showed up, he would definitely not go crazy for reputation, and try to keep the reputation value as low as possible.

"Speaking of which, how can I gain some reputation in Wudang Mountain?" Zhao Qingchan twitched, unless Zhang Sanfeng publicly admitted that he was a closed disciple.

Otherwise, the reputation of such a low-key person like him would not skyrocket.

Inside the Buddhist scriptures.

It was only a few days since Master Yuxu returned to the mountain.

Zhao Qingchan skillfully swept the stars and fallen leaves together, put away the dustpan, and emptied the trash can.

at the same time.

A Wudang Taoist hurried into the Buddhist scripture pavilion, and Zhao Qingchan followed him with a broom and dustpan, like watching a thief, for fear that he might take away a few Daocang.

If a year later, he memorizes all three thousand Taoist scriptures, and if he loses one, he will silently write a new one.

Now he has not memorized them all.

As long as one is lost, it is his crime.

Although he doesn't know martial arts, Taoist Yuxu and Zhang Sanfeng won't question him, but no matter what he does, he must have a corresponding sense of responsibility.

Fortunately, this second-generation disciple came in a hurry, but he became unhurried when he arrived in the Sutra Pavilion, and he seemed very well-behaved. He seemed to know that not only Zhao Qingchan was here, but also a Daoist Yuxu who was a master.

"Li Daochun borrowed a copy of the "Taiping Jing" and returned it in half a month." The ordinary-looking middle-aged Taoist said in a deep voice holding the scripture.

Zhao Qingchan recorded it, and when he raised his head again, the Taoist who looked anxious had disappeared.

He raised his eyebrows secretly: "Li Daochun?"

"I'm obedient."

Zhao Qingchan swallowed and spit, Wudang Mountain is really full of talents.

This Li Daochun seems to be not well-known among the second-generation disciples.

But his achievements in the future are even better than most of the Wudang Seven Heroes, and he belongs to the kind of talent that is a late bloomer.

In the future, he will not only step into the realm of a master, but also have the potential to break into the realm of a great master. In particular, he has written many Taoist scriptures, and he is a well-known figure in the entire Taoism.

Well, he belongs to the kind of guy who likes daozang and doesn't like martial arts very much.

It's just that there is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book, even if some people don't practice martial arts, they can still learn some inner skills, tricks and so on.

In a debate on Taoism, Zhang Sanfeng even sent him to compete with the little celestial master in Longhu Mountain, and in the end there was no winner, he was simply a living legend.

pity.

The first 100 years, the next 100 years.

Among the Taoists of the four rivers and lakes and dynasties, Zhang Sanfeng is the real leader, no matter martial arts or Taoism.

No matter where Taoism or Taoism is, no one can surpass it.

Zhao Qingchan narrowed his eyes: "This Li Daochun doesn't talk much, he looks quite honest, and he likes to study Taoism. In the future, we can have some PY and deal with him."

"After all, no matter what, he is now a first-rank master, so it shouldn't be a big problem to ask him for help."

"As for how to deal with this kind of stubbornness?" Zhao Qingchan raised her eyebrows, and said with a sinister smile: "Naturally, I will use my talent of never forgetting to conquer him."

"Snapped."

Zhao Qingchan rubbed the back of her head, couldn't help but clenched her fists, stood up, and turned her head.

Four eyes facing each other.

Zhao Qingchan sat down again.

Taoist Yuxu glanced at him: "Why are you smirking when you have nothing to do?"

"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Taoist Yuxu showed a look that sees through everything, and he didn't bother to talk to him.

Zhao Qingchan sighed: "Master Ancestor, we are fine, so don't wrong your disciple and grandson all the time."

"What's more, you also said that the future of our Wudang faction is all in my head. If you want to break it for me, I will sue the head master..."

"Fucking, I'm annoyed when I see you now!" Taoist Yuxu twitched, and he took out a copybook: "Look at the two words you wrote. I just said that your calligraphy is good. Now it's like a dog digging, ghost drawing talisman?"

"This is cursive, I wrote it casually, but you think it is ugly..."

"Oh?" Taoist Yuxu raised his long eyebrows, and his smile became more 'perverted'.

"Yes, master, the disciple's handwriting is bad, really bad, you are right." Zhao Qingchan rolled his eyes, he was scared, a good guy doesn't suffer from the immediate loss, and he will hang out with Taoist Yuxu in the future .

If it wasn't for the NPC to treat himself as an NPC, Zhao Qingchan would really like to know how much affection there is between the two.

But the great possibility is that even if the value is not full, it is basically the same.

After going down the mountain to practice, if any bastard dares to make trouble for me, moving out of Taoist Yuxu will definitely work.

"Hmph, as long as you understand it in your heart." Taoist Yuxu nodded, stretched out his hand casually and said, "By the way, you are writing some famous poems and posts for me."

Zhao Qingchan twitched the corner of her mouth: "Didn't I give you everything I wrote before?"

"Tsk, you have a lot of control. Do you know that you wrote so many copybooks, and the pen, ink, paper and money are all sent by Wudang?"

"Your calligraphy is pretty good now, why don't you exchange some wine...money from the mountain to subsidize the mountain gate, and let the disciples of the whole sect drink the Northwest Wind in the future?" Taoist Yuxu urged.

Zhao Qingchan silently gave a thumbs up, so righteous, you can elevate the issue of your own drinking money to the collective interests, I am convinced.

His master doesn't have many hobbies, the only thing he likes is drinking.

Usually when I was on the mountain, I would have a few drinks if I had nothing to do, but the drinks were limited, so I didn't dare to drink too much.

But when I left the mountain gate some time ago, I should be unscrupulous, probably walking all the way and drinking all the way.

When he was asked to look for news about Zhang Cuishan, it was because Zhang Sanfeng was afraid that he would spoil his junior brother.

Obviously.

After a good drink all the way, the money is gone.

In addition, after Taoist Yuxu discovered that his calligraphy can be exchanged for money, his daily drinks have been upgraded to a higher level, from Green Ant Wine to Zuixian Brew.

Zhao Qingchan once asked, some Jianghu masters and masters, don't they all like to drink the worst wine to find their feelings.

You can always taste the truth of life...

But Taoist Yuxu replied to him with a sneer on his face: "No, it's just because of poverty. Not everyone is like you, with many abilities. They just have no money in their pockets, and they are still pretending to be fools."

So ever.

Zhao Qingchan's sense of the masters of the rivers and lakes lost a lot in an instant.

But then again.

makes sense.

Masters who walk alone in the rivers and lakes often drink any kind of wine, and if they are more addicted to alcohol, they often only drink the cheapest green ant wine.

And the top masters who are accompanied by power, travel with arrogance, they are accompanied by entourage wherever they go, and they only drink the most expensive wine.

poor.

Otherwise, good wine...isn't it delicious?
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ps: Ask for a recommendation ticket to dig, err, I don’t have a recommendation ticket, I feel that my life has fallen to the bottom.

(End of this chapter)