C77 (1/2)

Fatty Lei and I tensed up, as if we were fighting a group battle. Seventh Uncle had overworked himself and knelt on the stairs for such a long time. He immediately signaled Fatty Lei with his eyes. Fatty Lei grabbed the Taoist's collar with his hands and lifted him to the side.

I rushed in through the opening and pushed my way through the crowd. I saw a lanky, well-dressed man, dressed in a Taoist robe that didn't even reach his feet, shaking hands with Seventh Uncle. He had a pointed piston in his mouth, his eyes were long and narrow, and his thick eyebrows were very eye-catching.

Seventh Uncle turned his head and looked at me. ”Huang Quan, you are not to be disrespectful.”

Fatty Lei also ran in, with a few daoists chasing behind him. The Daoist stopped them with his hands, ”It's okay, get out!” These people are all esteemed guests. ” The Daoist turned his head and smiled, ”Brother Qi Chuan, please forgive me for not coming down to greet you. I hope you can forgive me.”

Seventh Uncle's face was sullen, but his tone was polite. ”We came presumptuously, so I hope we didn't disturb Junior Brother Lin Xiao's blessing to expel this calamity.”

Ling Xiaozi laughed out loud as he tossed the horsetail whisk to his elbow, ”Men, bring a few distinguished guests to rest. Shixiong Qi Chuan, after I finish my magic chores, we'll go to the back hall to meet up.”

A few Daoists led us to the back of the hall. In a guest room, there was a light, delicate, ancient, and fragrant smell of medicine. The Daoists used medicine to treat Seventh Uncle's wounds.

I moved closer to him, ”Seventh Uncle, this Ling Xiaozi is the current Sect Leader, right? ”Your junior apprentice-brother?”

When the Daoist child finished making the tea and left the room, Seventh Uncle stretched his knees and said, ”This is over twenty years ago. When I was learning under the Dao Tomb Zhenren, Ling Xiaozi did not have a Daoist title, he was only a little Daoist boy. If he did not speak, I really would not be able to remember.”

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Ling Xiaozi walked into the reception room, clasped his hands and said, ”Senior Brother Qi Chuan, forgive me, forgive me.”

Seventh Uncle stood up and said, ”No, no. Actually, the reason I came here today was because I didn't want to enter. Junior Brother, may I ask if Daoist Master Dao Tomb is still in the Dragon Gate Cave?”

Ling Xiaozi revealed a smile, ”Master likes to roam the wild cranes all his life, so there's no fixed place to stay! Haha!” However, Senior Brother Qi Chuan came at the right time. One year ago, Master returned to the Dragon Gate Cave and has been in closed door cultivation. ”

Seventh Uncle let out a sigh of relief and also found it difficult. I am currently encountering some difficulties. I would like to ask Master for some pointers from the elder. I wonder if Junior Brother can let me know. ”

Ling Xiaozi also revealed a troubled expression, lowering his head and hesitating for a long time, ”Master is eccentric, this …” ”I see, there's no need to report anymore. Every morning, we'll go to the back of the mountain to deliver food to Master. Tomorrow …”

Seventh Uncle nodded. ”Thank you, Junior Brother.”

Suddenly, his gaze turned cold, and the whisk between his elbows also flew up with the wind, his fingers piercing towards Seventh Uncle's chin. Seventh Uncle's eyes widened, and he quickly reacted, raising his hand and placing it in front of his chin, he blocked the two incoming fingers. The two of them did not stop, they fought back and forth, and after a few moves, both sides finally took a step back.

Ling Xiaozi smiled as he cupped his hands and said, ”Senior Brother has been away from the Dragon Sect for more than twenty years, but your skills are still outstanding.”

Seventh Uncle took a deep breath and said, ”I am ashamed, I am ashamed. Junior Brother Ling Xiao's skills are improving day by day. Thank you for your leniency just now.”

Ling Xiaozi nodded, ”It's already past noon. I will instruct someone to prepare lunch for the guests. Please wait a moment.”

After Ling Xiaozi left the room, Fatty Lei placed Seventh Uncle on a chair, ”Seventh Uncle, the way you two Martial Brothers have reunited after so long is very special!”

A drop of cold sweat rolled down Seventh Uncle's forehead. ”Daoists have this kind of rule, but we've never met in this way. We've come at the wrong time.”

”How so?”

”Sending blessings and taking revenge is held every eight years. In seven days, the day of the Sect Leader's election will be upon us. Now that I've appeared, ah …” Seventh Uncle wiped the sweat off his face.

I lowered my head. ”Seventh Uncle, is there a problem with Taoist Ling Xiao?”

Seventh Uncle's eyes widened. ”You also saw through it?”