Yan Zhifei said reproachfully, "I know, how did you speak?"

The little beggar wiped his face vigorously, and was about to get out of the car when he stood up, but he was hungry for a day or two, and he was beaten again. Chu Zhi grabbed it and tutted his mouth: "If you have the guts, don't be beaten. What's the point of being angry here?"

The little beggar couldn't help it, and his cheeks flushed: "I...I don't know how to fight! No, what can I do if I don't want to eat? Work as a coolie... They think I'm short and weak..." He didn't finish his sentence. , began to whimper again.

Indeed, his face was yellow and thin, like a radish head. It seems that he is only seven or eight years old, and others think that he will lose money when he is a child laborer.

Xie Zhiwei and Yan Zhifei looked at each other with unbearable expressions in their eyes. Chu Zhishi raised his eyebrows and suddenly said, "I'll teach you."

The little beggar pressed his tears and said stubbornly, "What can you teach me?"

"Fist."

The little beggar suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened.

Xie Zhiwei said in surprise: "Little Junior Brother, what do you mean?"

"Of course it means literally." Chu Zhi let go of the little beggar and leaned back against the wall lazily: "Although the roots are average, but at a young age, you can tune in slowly."

The little beggar was as confused as a dream, not knowing how to react. Although his status and status are still young, from their conversation, he also understands a little, and these few are immortals of the legendary Taoist sect. Just now, he got angry and wanted to get out of the car, thinking that the immortal would definitely not care about him anymore, but this guy who seemed to have the worst temper would accept him as his disciple.

Until Xie Zhiwei patted him: "It's not too late to call Shizun."

He said blankly, "Master, Master."

"Hmm." Chu Zhishi responded lightly, doing his best.

The little beggar was still very imposing just now, but now he is cramped, rubbing the corners of his clothes and not knowing what to do. Yan Zhifei had no objection, and said to Chu Zhi: "If you want to accept him, you should also give him a name."

"Oh yes." Chu Zhishi asked the little beggar, "What's your surname?"

The little beggar was about to answer, but he raised his head and glanced at Xie Zhiwei, then hesitantly said, "Dan...tai..."

Xie Zhiwei knew very well that he would not pierce him.

Chu Zhizhi didn't hear clearly: "Huh? Last name is Tan?"

The little beggar glanced at Xie Zhiwei again, and seeing that Xie Zhiwei didn't look at him again, he bit his lip and nodded.

Chu Zhi thought for a while, then nodded and said, "From now on, you will be a disciple of Dao Sect's Qianyang City, and you will be called Daoyao in the order of Dao characters."

Xie Zhiwei looked at Chen Daoyuan, who was scratching his face in the distance, and felt that the name was really suitable.

This act of accepting apprentices is purely temporary, and the ceremony is also very simple. Tan Daoyao just stood up after kowtowing when Tantai Meng and Xia Zhiqi came back with big bags and small bags.

Xia Zhiqi threw everything into the carriage, but after throwing it, she found that there was no place to sit, so she said, "Tantai and I go to the back car and sit in the car."

Tan Daoyao was sitting in the corner with his brows down and pleasing to his eyes, but when he heard this, he raised his head quickly. Sure enough, Tantai Meng stood outside the carriage with his eyes down, looking at no one.

Tan Daoyao was not shocked by her coldness at all, and stood up happily and said, "Sister! I will be a disciple of Qianyang City in the future!"

Tantai Meng raised his eyes rarely and said, "Really?"

Tan Daoyao nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

Tantai Meng turned and left: "It has nothing to do with me."

Tan Daoyao stared blankly at her frosty back, and after a while, tears loomed in his eyes again.

After a few months, the Jinguang Zen Sect has changed a lot, and all the places that were originally damaged by the Demon Sect have been renovated. Du Sheng is now in charge of Zen Buddhism very hard, he has lost a lot of weight, and his spirit is not bad. It seems that he is no longer stuck in the shadow of the death of the two brothers.

After walking for two li, the banquet was withdrawn at night. Du Sheng accompanied Yan Zhifei to chat in the main hall. Qianyangcheng got a junior apprentice, and a group of male disciples gathered around Tan Daoyuan to preach Taoism to him. Tantai Meng and Xia Zhiqi were very happy, and they both went to the back mountain to enjoy the golden lotus pond.

Chu Zhiye's arm had only recovered nine times out of ten in one day and one night. In spite of dissuasion, he took a bamboo branch as a sword and gestured in front of the mountain. It was cold and the dew was freezing, but his forehead was hot with sweat, but he was still in high spirits, and asked Xie Zhiwei to give him pointers.

Xie Zhiwei was a little absent-minded. If the dungeon in the palace was more than enough, Mu Qian would definitely look for an opportunity to use the red lotus to cut through the void to see him, but there was no movement all day.

Chu Zhi was throwing a stone over, Xie Zhiwei raised his hand to catch it.

Chu Zhi said with a smile: "Second senior brother is sleepy? Why do you always get distracted, and you don't agree when I call you."

Xie Zhiwei threw down the stone and smiled: "Drowsiness came up after drinking during the dinner. Your arm has not healed yet, you need to be careful, go back to your room."

"Don't." Chu Zhi wiped his forehead with a silk cloth, "I have my own measure. Second senior brother, if this goes on like this, I will be able to break the thunder in three days."

Xie Zhiwei remembered how he had previously broken the thunder with one hand, and fought against Chi Yan on Yiyiya. Although he was invincible, it did not damage his prestige. He is competitive, and at this time he can only enjoy himself with a bamboo branch, which is quite pitiful.

Xie Zhiwei couldn't help but say: "My apprentice... he is really too much. I must ask him to compensate you for my brother."

"No need, isn't it useful to make up for it?" Chu Zhi threw the silk cloth aside at will, "It's not the second brother's fault, so don't speak for him." Xie Zhiwei sighed: "But he is my apprentice after all. , it was my mismanagement."

Chu Zhi looked at him for a long time, then shook his head: "You are really a stubborn second brother, after so many things happened, the apprentice is still the long and the apprentice is short, if it was me, I would have... Forget it, since the second brother insisted For mentioning him, I don't want him to pay anything, just don't let me see him again in the future."

Xie Zhiwei was extremely disappointed, and the good follower in the original book completely tore his face with assists.

He still remembered that when Mu Hao dominated the world in the novel, Chu Zhishi also got a big share of the pie. At that time, the original owner Xie Zhiwei died in front, followed by Yan Zhifei and Xia Zhiqi, who were killed by the Bai family and their sons, who were then eliminated by Mu Hao and Chu Zhishi together. Chu Zhi naturally took over the Daozong stall, revived the sect, and became famous all over the world.

Now that the plot has changed, Chu Zhi is continuing to be his mere city lord, and he has turned against Mu Qi, so he doesn't know if he can get a good death.

After Chu Zhizhi said this, although there was no change in his face, his whole mood had already been affected. He was a rough-hearted person, and he never cared about trivial quarrels. But this time was different, he almost became a crippled person because of Mu Qian. He knew very well that he was not afraid of heaven and earth, but he was only afraid of this.

Chu Zhi didn't say a word, picked up the bamboo branch and continued back to the atrium. Xie Zhiwei couldn't say anything else, and continued to accompany him to make gestures, but the atmosphere was no longer harmonious.

A gust of wind passed, and the pine needles rustled down, and Xie Zhiwei also had a few sticks on his shoulder. Just as he was about to raise his hand to brush it away, suddenly a red light flashed in front of him, and a man in white flashed out of the crack in the void that was broken three steps away.

Xie Zhiwei glanced at it and felt a little relieved, but then he felt a headache again. After all, someone just said that they don't want to see him again.

Mu Qi put away the red lotus and walked over with a smile: "Master, the disciple is here."

Xie Zhiwei asked, "Is it done?"

He didn't even notice it himself, his tone was surprisingly soft at the moment.

"Not yet, but..."

Xie Zhiwei interrupted him: "Let's go, find a place to talk slowly." After speaking, he pulled up Mu Qi and left.

Mu Qi raised the corner of his mouth and followed him obediently, not forgetting to stretch out his hand and squeeze the pine needle on Xie Zhiwei's shoulder.