Wu Ming was stunned, then smiled and threw the wine gourd in his hand.

"I love drinking at such a young age? Good things, good things, but you made this wine in the cafeteria, right? It's tasteless, it's really tasteless. Drink me, I have good wine! Our grandfather and grandson are drinking here tonight." The old man sat down with Wu Ming, and a purple gourd appeared in his hand at some point. As soon as the gourd mouth opened, Wu Ming immediately smelled a scent of wine coming out of it.

"Scent, so fragrant!" Wu Ming took a big sip, and the wineworms in his stomach showed signs of rebellion. Although he didn't know what kind of wine it was and couldn't smell how many years of age it was, he could feel the mellow aroma of wine and took the wine gourd and drank it.

"Gulugulu...ah, it's so cool!" Wu Ming took a big sip and praised.

"It's great? Haha, the first time I heard someone say that. It's great. It's really good to drink this good wine! But boy, just one sip, you'll be afraid that you'll fall out if you drink too much." The old man grabbed the wine gourd in Wu Ming's hand and took it, and then he was reluctant to give it to Wu Ming.

Just as I was about to ask for another sip of wine, Wu Ming's face changed. If it was a poison... I heard from the senior brother in the sect that there are many poisons in the world that can easily turn all the true energy that has been cultivated for many years into nothing. If it is... and I have never seen the old man in front of me before! But it is wrong to think about it. If it is really bad for Xuantian Sect, it will not waste it against such a small traitor like me.

"Old man, you can't be the wine made by the Spirit Treasures of Heaven and Earth? Why do I feel a stream of spiritual energy rushing into my body? Tsk tsk, good wine is good wine, you can practice even if you drink it!"

The old man was not annoyed that he was neither big nor young, but instead said playfully: "Then you haven't refined it yet? Maybe you can advance to the second level of acquired level! Hehe, I said, your muscles are so bad. You are only fifteen years old and you have entered the acquired realm. Which disciple are you? The strength of the outer disciples is probably not so low, right? Come in through the back door?"

"Who is going to go to the back door? I'm just a handyman who swept the floor, and I have to go to the back door?" Wu Ming rolled his eyes, and did not refine the spiritual energy, but instead lay down.

"I said, old man, who are you? I have never heard of a person like you in Xuantian Sect? Could it be that I am here to visit relatives, right?" Wu Ming let go at this time, as if he had returned to the earth, and he had no scruples in speaking at all, and was joking like a friend. He also knew that the old man in front of him seemed to be very broad-minded and didn't mind these things.

"Am I? I'm just a dying person, haha, let's not talk about this anymore. Boy, you really don't plan to refine this spiritual energy? It will dissipate after waiting for a while?" The old man said with a smile, and lay down like Wu Ming.

"Refining? What do you do with refining? I am just a chore, and I am just like this. Besides, I don't have to rush to improve my strength. I have to drink alcohol. If I do it, I will be weak and I will taste alcohol. In this way, I will always care like this, right? Isn't it fun to keep caring like this?"

Wu Ming was a little pretentious at this moment, but it really reminded him of the past. He had laughed, cried, been lonely, betrayed, excited, expected, and despaired in the end, and now he was even more crazy.

After being foolish, Wu Ming seemed to have a vague enlightenment now. However, such a great enlightenment seemed to be somewhat unsuitable for him. Wu Ming shook his head and threw out all the unrealistic ideas in his mind. There were still great rivers and mountains waiting for him to leave.

After hearing this, the old man was stunned and then said, "Haha, your idea is good, but there are some old people's thoughts. You are afraid that you are only in your teenage years this year? Do you have no dreams? For example, becoming a hero? Or becoming a master of Xuantian Sect, at least it is better than being a choreographer? No need to do things, and you still have money and spirit stone flowers every month. Isn't that better?"

"Dream? If I say, if I want this heaven, I can no longer cover my eyes, if this earth, I can no longer bury my heart, if all sentient beings understand my intentions, and if the gods and Buddhas in the sky disappear! Are you trusting? Hahahaha... Old man, dreams are just dreams after all! You are so old, you will even think of such false things?"

Wu Ming laughed loudly and didn't ask about the old man's true identity again. He vaguely didn't want to know that in his heart. Perhaps he didn't even have to do friends after knowing it, and it was better to be so free.

"I want this heaven to be unable to cover my eyes anymore. If this earth can no longer bury my heart, if this sentient beings understand my intention, and all the Buddhas will disappear! If this heaven can no longer bury my eyes anymore, if this earth can no longer bury my heart, if this sentient beings understand my intention, and all the Buddhas will disappear! Hahaha, what a dream is all false! Boy, just by this sentence, it will be clear!"

As he said that, the old man picked up the wine gourd in his hand and took a sip.

"Maybe everyone thought that the world existed for him when they were born. When he found out that he was wrong, he began to grow up. And I just discovered it a few years ago, and this only proves that I am precocious!" Wu Ming said mockingly.

The old man said, "Oh, if I had the enlightenment of you back then, why would I have fallen to this point today? Haha, good boy, although his roots are not good, even the ancestor of my Xuantian Sect, Emperor Xuan, would have a bad understanding of this understanding."

Wu Ming waved his hand and said, "I've passed it, it's just that I've stolen other people's words. Haha, now I think about it and feel deeply, so I'll tell you. I'm just a vulgar person and don't have that high level of understanding. If you have this, don't be heard by others, otherwise I won't know when I'll be chopped off!"

"Hahahaha, it seems that my friend is quite funny. It is rare that someone comes back here to talk to me, the old man, but I didn't expect to meet you today... Haha, I didn't come out in vain!" The old man said with a smile.

"You always want to drive me away. I won't stay for too long. I have to go to work tomorrow, so I won't be with you!" Wu Ming got up and patted the dust on his body, leaving with a smile.

I don’t know if I was in a good mood or something, but I hummed while walking: “Time is rare. The autumn wind is tired of wandering, the sunset is not leaving, and I can’t bear to leave me when I hang it on the wall. The words in the ears of the former beauty have already flowed eastward with the sound of the tide..."

"Haha, laughing and talking about words is exhausted, the ancient and modern madness will eventually become empty, the sword is dull and the blade is not graceful and the mind is broken... Is this kid deliberately talking about me? Alas, if I had met this kid a hundred years earlier, I would not have been today before eighty years ago!" The old man shook his head with emotion.

After waiting for a while, the old man said lightly: "Xiao Muzi, come out!"

The leader of Xuantian Sect, Mu Yunkong, walked out with a helpless look on his face. Why do you have to call him Xiao Muzi every time you meet this ancestor? I am 128 years old!

"Can Uncle Master be safe?"

The old man ignored him and asked instead: "Do you recognize that boy?"

"I recognize that it is a child brought back by Junior Sister Bai ten years ago. Because his roots and bones are too poor to practice, he was asked to do odd jobs in the sect. I have seen him several times in the Sutra Pavilion. He is in charge of the cleaning work on the periphery. He is quite honest and doesn't talk much. He seems to be very interested in learning martial arts. He often goes to the elder Xu to attend classes. This time, Sun Defang from the Sutra Pavilion died of serious illness, and pushed this kid from the miscellaneous hall. Unexpectedly, this kid actually..."

It is said that Sun Defang, outsiders, did not want to do it, so he retired. In fact, those who really know the truth know that the old man died of illness, so he couldn't do it. Just this slaughter in the Sutra Library, how could he retreat casually? What if I remember a few unique skills and run out, wouldn't it be coveted by countless people?

"What? He actually broke through to the acquired realm? Then you went to change the person?" The old man shook his sleeves and shouted coldly: "Do you have a brain? Will the words just now be said by an ordinary person? He has a poor bone root and no one will accept disciples, but with this kind of understanding, by your age, his strength may be better than me now, do you believe it? If you don't hold such a disciple in your hand, do you want to just be buried like this? Besides, do you think such a smart boy will not be able to guess my identity? When he can still say no, and even say something, look for Xuantian Sect and see how many people can do it? Since your wife has such a relationship with him, you still don't know what to do?"

"Uh, no, absolutely no!" A cold sweat suddenly appeared on Mu Yunkong's face. This uncle of the master was the only remaining veteran in Xuantian Sect. His strength had reached the legendary ground level that could not be defeated as long as he stood on the ground. Even if he wanted to withdraw his position as the leader, it would be just a matter of one sentence, not to mention that the previous words gave him a great understanding.

"Well, I'll arrange this tomorrow. But his strength is a bit troublesome. You can see this at a glance, Xiao Muzi, don't you have a piece of jade covering the sky? Just give it to him!" The old man said arrogantly.

"This, this jade...well, I'll send it to me in person tomorrow! What if I accept him as my disciple?" Mu Yunkong's face had not yet had a cold sweat, but he came out again. He just felt someone breaking into the back mountain and followed him to take a look, but he didn't know... This was a big loss.

After hearing this, the old man's eyes widened: "He is barely my friend, but you dare to accept him as his disciple? Besides, with his understanding, what are you teaching? Don't teach people badly, thank God. Let him go to the Sutra Library to read books by himself. It is better to understand anything than to teach you blindly. By the way, you must not tell me my identity, do you hear it? Okay, let me not talk about it, I'll go to bed first!"

After saying that, the old man turned around and left, but he didn't see how he moved. He took a step forward and his body appeared dozens of feet away. Mu Yunkong felt envious. When would he break through to the ground level and use this magical power that shrinks into an inch?
Chapter completed!