If only the old man were here.

How can a mere Mu Qianhua withstand eighty years of immortality skills?

…

Tan Yuanjie.

In a quiet side room, Mei Yun was lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, his forehead was bruised, and he still showed no sign of waking up.

In a trance.

He seemed to hear someone calling his name, and the voice became clearer and closer.

"Master?"

suddenly.

He seemed to realize something, stood up suddenly, and was stunned for a moment.

Withered leaves.

A brand new Taoist temple.

A hint of fruity fragrance filled the surroundings, awakening memories deep in his consciousness.

"Dream again?"

Naturally, he is no stranger to the place where he grew up.

"Master..."

Seeing things and thinking about people, the memory of living with his master as a child came to his mind, and his eye circles suddenly turned red.

The Taoist temple is still there.

But the master is gone.

Wiping the corners of his eyes, he walked towards the back of the Taoist temple, wanting to fulfill his filial piety in his dream and weed his master's grave.

…

Behind the Taoist temple, next to the tomb.

The old Taoist sighed, a soft color flashed in his eyes, "You have some conscience, the old Taoist didn't hurt you in vain..."

The words are not finished yet.

His expression froze, and his beard trembled with anger.

…

In front of the Taoist temple.

Mei Yun had just taken two steps when she suddenly felt her mouth was dry and her stomach was a little hungry.

He hesitated for a breath.

He decisively chose to follow his heart, came to the courtyard gate, pushed it open, swallowed his saliva as he looked at the red fruits hanging on the branches.

His thinking is quite clear.

It is important to pull weeds from the graves, but if we don't have enough food, how will we have the energy to clean the graves?

"Evil... evil disciple!"

Just as he was about to pick the fruit, an angry voice suddenly came from behind.

Mei Yun was stunned and turned around suddenly.

Outside the Taoist temple.

An old Taoist with slovenly clothes but strange appearance was staring at him, trembling with anger.

"Master!"

With a plop, Mei Yun knelt down directly and choked: "You know how much I want... Huh?"

Half the story.

He suddenly saw Lao Dao's bare foot.

"Master, where are your shoes?"

Turning his eyes again, he saw the old man's bruised forehead, and his expression suddenly became extremely exciting.

"Master, did you also have someone beat you?"

His eyes were no longer red, and he seemed to have thought of something, and said mischievously: "Master, tell me the truth, did you peek at Aunt Sun taking a shower again?"

Old man: "???"

"Fuck you!"

The old Taoist endured it for a while, but finally couldn't hold it back anymore and kicked him out!

call!
Chapter completed!