C62 (1/2)

I think you want this girl's evil aura to cover your yin aura? That way you'll be safer.

No! Wu Tong anxiously tried to defend himself but his words were a little incoherent: Wu Tong had never thought about it this way before, I, I just felt that there was some fate between me and Upper Immortal, Wu Tong really never thought about it.

Changge wasn't angry, it was for this reason that Xiaoyu wanted to stay by her side. But later on, they became good friends.

Even Wu Tong had this goal in mind, but she felt that it was nothing. On the contrary, he felt that he was useful to others, and it could be considered as something exciting.

Chang Ge expressed that he was not angry, and returned Wu Tong back to the Spirit Demon Bottle. Then, he followed Spiritual Master Xuanqi and Bai Ze back to the courtyard in the forest.

Today, she took a careful look at this small courtyard. It was not big, only having a few pear trees and a pond in the southeast corner.

A stone bridge that could be completed in four or five steps stretched across the small stream. Water that had been brought out of nowhere flooded the pool, and then flowed out of the pool into the courtyard. This pool was not stagnant water.

The pavilion in the southwest corner was where Chang Ge sat on that day. Not far away from the Pear Blossom Tree, there was Daoist Xuanqi's rocking chair. The sea breeze blew over and crushed the fallen flower under the chair.

The flowers on the branches of the pear tree seemed to have passed their blooming period and were not blooming much. Chang Ge could still remember that when he left Tsinghua University, those people were preparing for the new year.

Since it was winter, how could the pear trees blossom? Could it be that the warm tide in the East China Sea affected the four seasons here?

Longsong did not pursue the matter further. After entering the room with them, he asked, ”What day is it today?”

The 29th of the Moon. Inside the large hall, there was also a rocking chair, which was a little out of place for the simple and elegant hall. After Xuan Qi replied to Chang Ge's question, he sat down and leisurely rocked the rocking chair: ”Tomorrow is the New Year's Eve, so much time has passed.”

It was indeed fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already flown away.

Daoist Master Xuanqi then said, ”So, little girl Gu, do you want to take me as your master?”

If I were to become your disciple, wouldn't I lose face for you? Furthermore, I see that you are just like the grandfather in my memories, how about I call you Grandpa?

Now that he had a grandson for no reason, Daoist Master Xuan Qi couldn't help but feel happy. It was just that he was slightly regretful that this girl didn't want to acknowledge him as her master.

But even if she was his grandson, it was natural for him to pass on the techniques to her. Thus, he grinned as he thought about it.

Bai Ze skillfully brought out a jar of Pear Blossom Wine from the wine cellar and took a big gulp from it. It was not that you want to call him master, but you are still thinking about Xiao Ziyang right? Do you really think that Xiao Ziyang is a soft-hearted person? Waiting for him to accept you as her disciple, your lifespan is simply too long.

Chang Ge still ignored him, and poured a cup of water from the teapot on the table, then kneeled on the ground and offered it to Xuanqi. Grandpa, drink this tea.

The old man was so happy that his beard was trembling. He picked up the cup of tea and drank it before pulling her up from the ground.

Chang Ge obediently replied, ”Maybe he will become sensible when he's drunk.”

It was originally a few words of ridicule, but in Bai Ze's ears, it became a look of contempt. He slammed the wine jar onto the table, saying, ”I have never gotten drunk before, if you want me to get drunk, then why don't you go to the heavens and steal some of the pots of immortal wine for me to taste. That's a forbidden wine from the late emperor, it's a pity that no one drank it after locking me in the wine cellar for tens of thousands of years.”

Zhang Ge still ignored him, now that Bai Ze knew what it meant to seek self-ridicule, he unhappily rolled his eyes and picked up the jar of wine to take a big gulp.