Lan Lingsheng was a third-rate warrior, a second-rate all-rounder, a first-rate incense thief, and a top-notch Liu Bei writer.

When he was in Tiannan Road, Qin Yang relied on Lan Lingsheng a lot and threw a lot of blame on him. Later, Qin Yang became stronger and Lan Lingsheng couldn't help anymore, so he didn't take the blame.

Kill the donkey and let Lan Lingsheng follow his master away.

But he didn't expect that when Qin Yang arrived in Daxuan, this former comrade would come in handy again.

On this day, the autumn air was crisp, and in a small Taoist temple on Longhu Mountain, Lan Lingsheng was bored and licking his lips, drinking a light herbal tea.

Similar to Qingxu Mountain, Longhu Mountain, which occupies a very large area, has more than just one family, Zhengyiyi. There are also many Taoist temples belonging to Zhengyiyi, and the Taoist temple where Lan Lingsheng was at this time is one of them.

But compared to other Taoist temples that are in a conspicuous position and are popular, the Taoist temple where Lan Lingsheng lives does not even have a formal name, let alone a pilgrim.

"Helpless, boring, boring!"

Lan Lingsheng leaned on the recliner and wailed: "I have no love in my life!"

"If I had known this, I might as well have followed Qin Yang, that black-hearted boss, and continued to bring trouble to the world."

At least I can live a happy life with Qin Yang. Although Qin Yang likes to squeeze the labor force, he is still very generous to his subordinates. He wants money and beautiful women.

At least working under Qin Yang, Lan Lingsheng was not short of beauty, not to mention money. At that time, he felt that his labor force was often squeezed, and he was miserable. It was not until he returned to Longhu Mountain that he realized that his previous life was a human world.

Heaven.

And now he...

"This is hell!!!" Lan Lingsheng let out a heart-wrenching cry.

"You're howling in mourning!"

A slap firmly covered Lan Lingsheng's head, and then an old and slender face poked out from his head, and Lan Lingsheng, who was leaning on the recliner, looked at each other, "I brought you back to save you."

Hell, otherwise you might have died at the end of last year. I don’t want to think about how many people from Xia Mo were brutally surrounded and suppressed after Lord Shang Yang was severely injured. Based on what you did for Lord Shang Yang before, do you think others will let it go?

You?"

As Qin Yang's helper who stayed with him when he was weak, Lan Lingsheng can be regarded as a minister of the dragon. There is no credit but hard work. This can be seen from Qin Yang's willingness to let Lan Lingsheng go.

Others probably also thought that Lan Lingsheng's status was extraordinary, so after Qin Yang was severely injured and dormant by Juzi's projection, some people have been looking for Lan Lingsheng, the former hero.

If they were to find him, the consequences for Lan Lingsheng would be unimaginable. From this point of view, the old man was right.

"But there's no need to hide in this armpit, Master," Lan Lingsheng burst into tears. "It's hard to find even a female in this damn place, let alone a woman. Without a woman, I can't

Damn it!"

"It's been a year, it's been a whole year, do you know how I've been living this year?"

"Crack!"

Another slap was placed on the top of his head, and the old man said angrily: "I'm doing this for your own good. Although my Zhengyi Chunyang Kung Fu is not restricted to women, it is not something that people with kidney deficiency can practice. Look at you.

The bones in your body that have been hollowed out by women, if I hadn't brought you back and asked you to quit sex for a year, you would have died sooner or later due to Yang deficiency."

"Now that I've made up for it, can I go out?" Lan Lingsheng still refused to give up the colorful world.

"You know nothing! Do you know what big things Lord Shang Yang has done recently? Do you know that he has most likely entered the Daxuan territory now? The whole Daxuan is in turmoil now, and it is definitely not a big deal for Lord Shang Yang to enter at this time.

Good thing, if you go out, you'll probably be watched again."

The old man cursed loudly, spitting all over Lan Lingsheng's face.

Lan Lingsheng wiped the spit from his face and covered his face with his sleeves, not daring to hide at all.

There was nothing he could do. Even though his master looked old, he actually had a very high level of force. He only needed one finger to deal with him.

In the Zhengyi Dao, this old man is considered a peer with Ziyang Tianshi in terms of seniority. He also has the strength to refine the gods, so he can't be offended.

The old man was scolding merrily, then he looked to the right with his raised eyebrows, and coldly snorted: "How dare you dare to act so arrogantly in Longhu Mountain!"

The breeze blew by, and two figures jumped in from outside the Taoist temple. Both of them were dressed in ink-colored costumes. One carried a giant sword on his back, and the other held thin swords in both hands. They both had the frightening aura of having been in the killing field for a long time.

"Don't be surprised, Taoist Master Zhengyang. I am Duanshui. This is Transformation, a former colleague of the disciple. I am here today just to visit an old friend."

Duanshui cupped his fists and saluted, modestly and politely.

"Shang Yangjun's people." Old Taoist Zhengyang frowned.

No matter what you are afraid of, Lord Shang Yang entered Xuan just now, and now he sees his people coming. The other party said they were paying a visit, but Master Zhengyang did not believe that these two people came with any good intentions.

If you really want to be friends with each other for the sake of friendship, you should stay away from each other forever and completely sever ties with Lan Lingsheng.

Thinking of this, Old Taoist Zhengyang clenched his fists and was ready to drive him away by force. He was just a disciple. Although he had no future, he was still waiting for the day when he would be able to support himself until he died. He didn't want a white-haired man to give away a black-haired man.

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Unexpectedly, just when Master Zhengyang was about to take action, Lan Lingsheng pulled his sleeve and said: "Master, let me talk to them."

Old Taoist Zhengyang looked back and saw that his unattractive disciple was looking more upright than ever before. He walked up to Old Taoist, faced Duan Shui and Zhuan Mie, and said, "It seems that I can send another

It comes in handy."

"Teachers do not judge subordinates based on their values. Even if you, Lan Lingsheng, cannot help the teacher, the teacher will not treat anyone who is loyal to him badly." Duanshui said.

"But being useful is always more important to him, isn't it? Otherwise you wouldn't think of a useless person like me." Lan Lingsheng laughed at himself.

"To call him useless is a bit too much," Duanshui said with a smile, "How can we say that a disciple of the famous Taoist Master Zhengyang is a useless person? Brother Lan was hiding his clumsiness in the past. It was also because we were clumsy and did not see Brother Lan's origins."

Taoist Master Zhengyang of Zhengyiyi was also famous many years ago. He was proficient in various miscellaneous studies and his strength was not top-notch, but he himself was the top talent.

How could Lan Lingsheng, who was regarded by Taoist Zhengyang as the successor, be regarded as a useless person?

After all, it was Qin Yang who was blind in the past and failed to see some of Lan Lingsheng's hidden details. It was not until he was taken away by his teacher that Qin Yang discovered that this was a talent. His role was not limited to writing about Liu Bei.

"I can go with you, but the teacher needs to give me a reward that satisfies me." Lan Lingsheng said sternly, contrary to his usual shyness.
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