A cat that lingers beside a saint

Su Bai's words actually hit the nail on the head, exactly what the old Taoist priest hoped for most.

But even if you want to do it, there are still some things you can't do.

Even if it were to be a fight, it wouldn't be Su Bai's turn.

The reason for sending Su Bai to the Immortal Sect was simply to have him retrieve a few Qi-Opening Blades, and also to have the second brother help Su Bai reforge the Qingping Sword.

After all, it was shattered during the Investiture of the Gods. Although the old Taoist later reforged it, the accompanying magic weapon, reforged under unstable circumstances, always had certain flaws.

As for Nuwa and that Western sage, the old Taoist priest had also thought about them.

Since this little guy is so popular, we'll have to go and visit him eventually, so there's no need to worry about Nuwa.

On the contrary, the Western sage's nature was known to all since the beginning of time, and this is something that needs to be carefully considered.

However, it's still too early to talk about it now.

Let this little kitten go to the Immortal Sect first, so it can broaden its horizons.

Staying by his side all day and never experiencing certain things is not a good thing for him.

If everything goes too smoothly, it may affect his resolve to follow the Tao if he encounters setbacks and hardships in the future.

Since we are pursuing the path of cultivating both body and mind, we must take both into account.

Sending him to the second son's side now would be a good opportunity for him to suffer.

Although the second brother spoke very nicely when transmitting his voice, in the old Taoist's eyes, it was just a superficial act.

This guy, though not very cunning, is full of bad ideas.

"I'm sending you out to broaden your horizons and also to resolve this little guy's matter, so that those people from the Immortal Sect won't come knocking on our door later. I prefer peace and quiet and don't like noise and commotion."

Su Bai lay on the old Taoist's stomach, his cat-like eyes fixed on the old Taoist.

For some reason, he felt there was something fishy going on.

But he could never figure out where the trick was.

The old Taoist priest was also feeling uneasy under Su Bai's gaze, afraid that his eyes might flash with any strangeness, so he simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Seeing that he couldn't see anything from the old Taoist priest, Su Bai jumped into Wan Ling's arms again.

Wanling first glanced at the old Taoist priest, and seeing that the old Taoist priest did not give any hints, he led Su Bai out of the Taoist temple.

A man and a cat sat on the threshold. Wanling held Su Bai in her arms and gently scratched his chin, saying, "Senior brother, when you go to the Immortal Sect, you must remember not to be impolite."

"Why?" Su Bai asked, squinting as he enjoyed Wan Ling's caress.

Wan Ling hesitated. There were some things he could say, but there were some things she dared not say directly.

However, seeing that the master looked indifferent, Wanling thought for a moment, then lowered her head and whispered in Su Bai's ear, "That immortal sect was created by the second master."

Su Bai was still enjoying the caress of Wan Ling's little hands.

"Second Master..."

"Second Master?!"

Upon hearing this, Su Bai immediately bristled.

How could he not know who the Second Master is?

Isn't this just pushing yourself into a fire pit?

Thinking of this, Su Bai suddenly jumped up, about to rush into the temple to question the old Taoist, but for some reason, the gate suddenly closed automatically.

Even if Su Bai wanted to climb over the wall, the faster he climbed, the higher the wall would become. In the end, when he looked down, the wall still seemed to reach into the clouds.

Finally, with no other choice, Su Bai slowly crawled back to the ground.

"Master!"

"Don't you want me anymore, old man?"

"Are you trying to send me to my death?"

Inside the temple, the old Taoist priest raised his eyebrows slightly, waving his fan and rocking in his rocking chair, a hint of doubt creeping into his mind.

What exactly did this little girl say to Su Bai?

How did it become sending him to his death?

The old Taoist slowly closed his eyes, shutting down his six senses, completely ignoring Su Bai's ghostly wails.

After a long while, Su Bai's voice became hoarse, but not a single tear fell.

On the wall, the Golden Crow slightly flapped its wings, glanced at the old Taoist priest in the rocking chair, and then looked down at Su Bai: "That old thing has sealed off his six senses. Even if you curse him now, he won't hear you."

Su Bai's eyes lit up slightly: "Really?"

"I'll set an example for you."

As he spoke, Jinwu cleared his throat, then secretly glanced at the old Taoist priest before saying, "You old bastard..."

……

From the moment the Golden Crow opened its mouth and uttered profanities until it flew into the sky, drawing a golden rainbow across the heavens, only a single breath had passed.

Seeing the golden crow suddenly fly away, Su Bai instinctively closed his open mouth.

It's obvious without even thinking that this was done by Lao Daoqian.

After all, in this world, those who dare to insult saints never have a good ending.

Fortunately, Jinwu didn't finish cursing.

Su Bai didn't dare to waste any more words, fearing that he would be the next one to be knocked away. He jumped onto Yu Qiushui's shoulder, raised his paw, pointed at the Immortal Sect, and said, "Let's go, let's set off and slaughter it."

……

Along the way, Yu Qiushui picked up scraps and junk along the route, basically taking everything in the mountains and forests that could be used to forge weapons.

His storage bag was almost empty; because of Dijiang, he had basically squandered all his broken magical treasures.

Now he has to prepare another batch before reaching the Immortal Sect.

Su Bai, of course, was not idle either.

While Yu Qiushui was refining magical artifacts, Su Bai was also seriously planning what to do after entering the Immortal Sect.

According to Wanling, he must be polite.

That's simple; anyone can bow.

A cat that doesn't bow is definitely not a good cat.

But what if the other party doesn't reciprocate?

You can't force people to say good things about you, right?

Su Bai subconsciously scratched his neck with his paw, as if he had thought of something. He looked down at Xiao Jian.

The small sword is the old Taoist's companion magic weapon, and its power is comparable to a saint's strike.

Although it cannot be invoked, it does not mean that Su Bai cannot use it.

The sharpness of this small sword alone is enough to string together all the disciples of the Immortal Sect.

Although Su Bai's sword control technique was only at the intermediate level, it was more than enough to control the small sword.

Although the small sword is a sage's companion magic weapon, its power was probably sealed by the old Taoist. Thus, in Su Bai's hands, it is just a weapon that can destroy anything.

Even such a powerful weapon is sufficient for fighting enemies.

Thinking of this, Su Bai immediately put the small sword into his mouth.

Before setting off, he consulted a divination, which indicated that his journey to the Immortal Sect would be fraught with danger, and he needed to make thorough preparations.

As for how to calculate it, it's very simple: pick a flower from the roadside, and say a sentence for each petal you pick.

"Most likely to be bad news."

"Young Master Ji."

"Most likely to be bad news."

"Young Master Ji..."