Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why do I still want to be the leader?

Huayin County.

In a tavern.

"Thirty-year-old fennel?"

Mr. Wuhen was moved.

Ten-year-old fennel is considered top-grade.

But twenty-year-old fennel is hard to come by.

Thirty years?

Even the emperor would not be willing to taste it casually.

"You are in big trouble."

The wine was too hot, Mr. Wuhen did not dare to drink it.

So he just looked at Yue Buqun.

The smile was even a little expectant.

Sun Tuozi did not say anything nonsense.

Immediately took his wife out to make side dishes.

"A small favor."

Yue Buqun's expression was still relaxed.

"Small?"

Mr. Wuhen was very skeptical.

But he still tasted this glass of top-grade wine.

"Just a message."

Yue Buqun drank first as a sign of respect, and then added: "To be precise, I hope you accidentally leak a piece of information."

"Accidentally?"

"A message?"

Wuhen Gongzi hesitated and suddenly came to his senses, and asked: "Zhu Wushi?"

"That's too direct."

"I need to be more tactful."

Yue Buqun continued to play guessing games.

But such guessing games were meaningless to Wuhen Gongzi.

"What's the content?"

Wuhen Gongzi poured wine for both parties.

His tasting just now represented his agreement.

It also meant that he could repay the favor he owed Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun said: "This time, Huashan will send out three grandmasters for the Dragon King Festival."

"It makes sense."

After all, the last time there were three grandmasters.

This time, there are still three grandmasters, which is understandable.

Just Master Wuhen was a little puzzled.

Why did they go to such lengths to lay out this kind of information that anyone who knows a little bit of the inside story can guess.

This doesn't fit Yue Buqun's image.

But he didn't ask.

Yue Buqun didn't explain either.

The two of them just quietly tasted the wine.

Then they continued their previous unfinished exchanges on the Dao of Alchemy and the Dao of Music.

After a long time.

Master Wuhen said goodbye.

He set off on his own.

Just then, Zhou Xiang'er drove the carriage past.

"Uncle Yue."

"Uncle Yue'."

Zhou Ting saw Yue Buqun and waved and called him.

Then she jumped off the carriage.

She happily threw herself into Yue Buqun's arms.

"Ting'er, don't be unreasonable."

"It's okay."

Zhou Xiang'er was very nervous and scolded in a low voice.

But Yue Buqun didn't mind.

He didn't know why Zhou Ting kissed him like this, but he didn't mind.

He just stroked Zhou Ting's hair.

No words.

His face was full of kindness.

No matter in the past life or this life.

Zhou Ting's childhood was miserable.

Perhaps it was out of pity, or maybe it was because he loved her.

In short, Yue Buqun was like a kind father to Zhou Ting.

Sometimes when he went to Qingfeng Villa, he would bring dried fruits, candied fruits and other snacks as small gifts for Zhou Ting.

"Is this for shopping?"

Yue Buqun looked at the fresh ingredients on the carriage and asked casually.

"Yes."

"There are many people in the villa now, and the daily consumption is quite large."

Zhou Xiang'er didn't want to be a parasite in Qingfeng Villa.

She took over the teaching job that Bai Feifei and Han Yu didn't like, and taught the girls and young girls in the villa with all her knowledge, so that they could read and write, and have a better foundation.

Not only that.

She wanted to make her presence more visible.

Save more money, she also took over the food procurement work of the villa.

Although she was very busy every day, she enjoyed it.

"Not bad."

"Not everyone is suitable for martial arts, everyone has their own role."

Yue Buqun was both comforting and praising.

Zhou Xianger's current attitude towards life is undoubtedly real.

It makes people feel comfortable.

Then.

After Yue Buqun gave a few instructions, he also left.

Watching Yue Buqun go away, Zhou Xianger put away her eyes and looked at her daughter Zhou Ting.

She found Zhou Ting was a little disappointed, and couldn't help asking: "Ting'er, you used to be afraid of men, why are you so close to Master Yue?"

"Because Uncle Yue is the only man who will protect my mother and Ting'er."

"Those men used to only bully my mother and Ting'er."

Zhou Ting said as a matter of course.

This made Zhou Xiang'er's hand tremble slightly.

The eyes also dimmed.

I don't know if it's telepathy.

Or is it natural intelligence. (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Zhou Ting held her mother Zhou Xiang'er and said: "Mom, as long as we behave, Master Bai will not drive us away, right?"

"Yeah."

Zhou Xiang'er nodded instinctively.

"That's great."

Zhou Ting was in a trance and continued, "Then we can see Uncle Ye occasionally."

As soon as these words came out.

Zhou Xiang'er smiled.

Yes.

With her status and past, it was already a very happy thing to be able to stay in Qingfeng Villa and see Yue Buqun occasionally.

What else could she dare to hope for.

First floor.

Wan Sanqian tasted wine happily under the moon.

"Great sorrow."[]

"It's a pity that you don't drink, otherwise you can accompany me."

Zhu Wushi's retreat made Wan Sanqian relaxed for a full six months.

He thought Zhu Wushi would have to retreat for a while longer.

So he lived a free life.

Enjoy life to the fullest.

Even a lot of money is not asked.

"Please forgive me, OP."

"Although Dabei has left Shaolin, I don't want to break the precepts yet."

Dabei monk still stood straight.

No transgression or breaking of precepts.

"Don't want to?"

Wan Sanqian asked: "What if I marry Chenyue to you."

Chenyue.

One of the three famous prostitutes in Beijing, she was also Wan Sanqian's plaything.

But this Beijing courtesan, who was born with a bit of sadness, has now passed the best time of her life.

The value of utilization has dropped greatly.

Wan Sanqian is the most successful jonin in the world, so naturally he has to make the best use of it.

"Please don't joke, OP."

Dabei monk smiled bitterly.

The beauty of Chenyue is so stunning that even a wooden head like him is astonished.

But because of this, he never dared to cross the line.

"If you don't want Chenyue."

"Then she will probably marry a fat businessman or landlord as a concubine in the future."

Wan Sanqian reminded: "Perhaps she can still use her beauty and talent to continue her glory for a few years. But when she is old and ugly, these businessmen and landlords will look for new women. At that time, her best (Qian Nuo is good) ending is to be alone, but most of the time she will be taken to accompany guests."

Dabei clenched his fists when he heard the final outcome.

He could tolerate Chenyue sacrificing her beauty, showing off her talents, and pleasing guests.

But he didn't want her to be miserable.

Even more, he didn't want her to be abused.

"Feeling sorry?"

Although he had only been in contact with Dabei for a few years.

But Wan Sanqian knew Dabei's character very well.

"If you feel sorry for her, accept her."

Wan Sanqian said calmly: "Otherwise, if I change my mind one day, you will have no chance to regret it."

Dabei just opened his mouth.

Then he stood in front of Wan Sanqian like lightning.

Because someone came.

A figure suddenly "flew" into the balcony.

"Greetings to the God."

Wan Sanqian saw the person clearly and immediately performed the ceremony.

But Dabei's vigilance became stronger.

Because Zhu Wusi, who had not seen him for more than half a year, gave him a terrible aura.

It seemed that the person standing in front of him was not a prince.

But a demon god on earth. .