Immortality

Chapter 38: The Drunk Taoist

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Fang Sheng crossed dozens of miles of rivers and mountains and returned to Qingfeng Forest.

There are not many fairy seedlings left here.

After the last war, the shops in the small towns outside Zheng's family suffered heavy losses and were also short of shopkeepers and clerks.

Therefore, the Zheng family specially increased the salary of the dispatched immortal seedlings.

There are a full ten spirit stones every month, and this will last for at least three years.

Under this temptation, many immortal seedlings chose to be sent abroad.

Within the Zheng family, they are only supplied with ten kilograms of spiritual rice every month, and all remaining resources need to be exchanged through family contributions.

In this situation, their cultivation has been stagnant for a long time.

Even though they knew being sent abroad would be dangerous, the immortal seedlings had no other choice.

Recently, even Zhao Miaoyan feels conflicted.

This idiot is actually afraid of death, otherwise he would not have chosen the Yuntu Jue which is good at defense and concealment and also takes into account the body training.

But compared to death, stagnation in cultivation is equally despairing.

Zhao Miaoyan has been practicing for nine years.

With his seven spiritual roots, the limit of his cultivation is probably at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and he can't even reach the fourth level of perfection.

And he reached perfection in the second level of Qi Refining a year ago.

Then I got stuck at the bottleneck.

He is now in the middle stage of his cultivation career. If he wants to make rapid progress, he must start taking medicinal pills.

But relying on that little family contribution to exchange for elixirs is nothing but a foolish dream...

Either accept mediocrity and stay in the Zheng family.

Either give up your life or give it a try.

Several years later, Zhao Miaoyan once again faced the same dilemma...

This time, he couldn't escape.

Fang Sheng knew that Zhao Miaoyan was troubled, so he came to his yard and wanted to have a chat with him.

As a result, I learned from a fairy seedling who was about to be sent abroad:
"Brother Fang, Shuihuo was just taken away by Senior Shuimu."

"I heard that someone seemed to have come to his house!"

"what's the situation?"

Fang Sheng frowned, not believing that Zhao Miaoyan would get into trouble.

The Immortal Seedling didn't know much information either:

"All I know is that the wine he sent was too bad to drink, and the word got out, so people remembered it..."

Hear this.

Fang Sheng found out the location, which was the Zheng family's reception building, and rushed straight there.

……

At the entrance of the reception building.

As soon as Fang Sheng arrived here, he saw many Zheng family cultivators watching the fun.

There was also a very mellow smell of wine lingering around, and just a few sips made people feel drunk, and the magic power in the body was even more eager to move.

'It's the smell of spirit wine!'

Relying on the reputation he had accumulated before, many Zheng family monks made way for Fang Sheng.

Let him enter the reception building smoothly.

Inside the building.

The smell of the spirit wine became stronger, as if it had jumped into a wine jar.

An eight-foot-tall giant, with sleepy eyes and a drunken look.

He was wearing armor with a beast mask, and he stood in the building swayingly like an iron pillar.

And in front of this person were the Zheng family cultivators headed by Taoist Shuimu.

Zhao Miaoyan stood beside him.

"Brother Fang!"

As soon as Fang Sheng came in, Zhao Miaoyan felt like he saw a savior.

Taoist Shuimu also looked over and nodded slightly.

"what happened?"

Fang Sheng walked closer and asked softly.

Zhao Miaoyan covered his waist:

"I've become famous outside these past few years, and this guy came over to try to steal my Greedy Drinking Dao card!"

"Bullshit - your stinking reputation!"

The giant opposite leaned over, turned his head and exhaled a long breath of alcohol, full of resentment.

Zhao Miaoyan stood in front of him, and the wind blew so hard that the muscles on his face trembled and he dared not move.

At least the ninth level of Qi Refining!

Fang Sheng's eyebrows also jumped, and he quietly protected Taoist Shuimu in front of him.

The giant continued to roar:

"It was you who took my Dao card!"

"I was just passing by Yue State back then. I was drinking in the sky and dropped my Dao tablet unknowingly. You picked it up!"

"You, you...you said this is your Dao card, does it belong to you? You, you call it, will it respond?!"

Since it was related to the name of his own Taoist card, Zhao Miaoyan also forced himself to stand up.

This was his only adventure.

Even Senior Shuimu said that this might be his "destiny".

He was unwilling to give up just like that.

After listening to what Zhao Miaoyan said.

The giant snorted coldly and smelled of alcohol again.

Then, he stretched out his stick-like finger and tapped Zhao Miaoyan's waist:
"Alright!"

A stream of magical power emanated from his fingertips.

hum!
Zhao Miaoyan's Greedy Wine card suddenly shone brightly!
The originally ordinary Taoist card was transformed into a small black wine pot, and a smell of alcohol emanated from it.

"This, this is actually a magical weapon..."

Zhao Miaoyan widened his eyes, unable to believe that the truth of his adventure was like this.

The giant snorted twice and said proudly:

"That is, in the eastern vein of the Purple River, my name as the Wine-loving Taoist is not well known."

"Even in the northern border of Zihe River, I am still famous!"

Hearing this, Zhao Miaoyan hurriedly cast an inquiring look at Taoist Shuimu.

Taoist Shuimu recalled for a moment and nodded:
"I have indeed heard of your name, but I didn't expect this to happen back then..."

Who would have thought that the Dao card picked up by an ordinary boy actually came from such a distant cultivator...

Moreover, unless they are close friends, no one would notice the monk’s real name.

Unless that person is extremely famous.

Seeing that Zhao Miaoyan was still holding on to the Taoist card.

Fang Sheng was the first to react.

He stood up:
"Senior Tanjiu, the truth is this..."

Zhao Miaoyan slowly told the story of how he had picked up the Taoist tablet and mistakenly thought it was a miracle from heaven.

At the same time, some additional processing was done:
"Come to think of it, you are actually Miao Yan's guide."

"Back then, he saw this tablet falling from the sky with his name engraved on it, and thought he had a destiny to be an immortal, so he went to participate in the Spirit Testing Conference."

"This is really fate..."

Fang Sheng smiled continuously, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Um……"

The drunken Taoist heard the hidden meaning.

He took two steps forward, circled around Zhao Miaoyan, and then reached out and patted him.

Although Zhao Miaoyan had some physical training skills, he was still immediately knocked to the ground, screaming "Ouch".

"Humph, a little chicken."

"From now on, you will follow me, and you are not allowed to use my Taoist name anymore. You should choose one yourself. My lineage believes in following one's own will, and all the names passed down by me begin with the word 'greed'."

"Tell me now, what are you greedy for?"

The drunken Taoist grabbed Zhao Miaoyan's collar and lifted him into the air.

"me!"

Zhao Miaoyan struggled twice in the air.

It was at this time.

A gold bar suddenly fell out of his bag and landed on the ground with a dull sound.

That was what he took from the temple before boarding the Zheng family's flying boat...

Zhao Miaoyan gradually recalled his past.

The gold that I couldn't take away, the elixirs that I couldn't eat, and the spirit stones that I couldn't earn...

His eyes gradually became firm:

"Master, I am greedy for money!"

"Ha ha!"

"Okay, okay, you're also a greedy person!"

The drunken Taoist burped, patted the storage bag on his waist, and took out a jar of wine:
"Come, I'll treat you to a drink today!"

Around, everyone in the Zheng family stared at the changes in amazement.

Fang Sheng raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, just in time to meet Zhao Miaoyan's grateful eyes.

He nodded slightly, conveying a silent congratulations to this friend...

　Thanks to Qiongzhu, Xingyuexukongso, Yaoyao:ling for the reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)