Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 151 I Go Wherever I Want

Zhang Ze recounted the entire incident from beginning to end, and then he started to feel aggrieved. "Look, this isn't my fault. It was all the old Taoist's idea, and I couldn't stop him."

Old Li was still confused, "Really?"

"How can I influence the old Taoist priest's mysterious thoughts? If I hadn't persuaded him, I would be the head of Mount Longhu now, and you would be the supreme elder of Mount Longhu." Zhang Ze continued to argue.

Old Li still stared at Zhang Ze with a questioning look.

Zhang Ze sighed.

"Then you ask yourself. The old Taoist priest is drinking right under our feet." Zhang Ze said mischievously.

Lao Li put Zhang Ze down and said, "I'll trust you for now. Stay behind me and don't make any noise."

……

Inside the inn's private room, the small room was crowded with people, and the old Taoist priest's disciples were persuading this gentleman to go home.

Xiao Tang sat at the table holding Huang Silang, lowering his head and not daring to speak.

Little Tang is not good enough, but Old Tang is very tough.

Even though his cultivation has been completely dissipated, he is still very tough.

"No, no, I'll go wherever I want." Old Tang covered his belly button with a small blanket, leaned on the stool, picked his teeth and waved his hands.

Zhang Ze found it very interesting to see the purple-robed Taoist priests who usually looked like immortals trying to persuade Old Tang to go home in a humble manner. But just as he was about to lean over to take a look, Li Guanqi pushed him back.

"My Lord, let's go back. You lost your Mahayana cultivation before, but it was fine if you were traveling outside. But now that you have lost all your cultivation, how can we let you go? Let's go home." A purple-robed Taoist priest persuaded Old Tang while massaging his shoulders.

"No, it's not like I can't beat the water monkey. Besides, doesn't everyone who cultivates immortality start by practicing Qi? Nothing happened to me back then, so what can happen to me now? You guys should leave quickly and don't delay my dinner. I'm annoyed just looking at you." Old Tang slapped the Taoist priest's hand away.

Seeing that there was no other way, the purple-robed Heavenly Master took a step back. Seeing the much younger disciple from Mount Longhu who was familiar with Xiao Tang coming forward, he planned to save the country in a roundabout way from Xiao Tang.

However, the old Taoist priest was probably tired of hearing this, so he slammed the table and said, "I've decided. I'm going to my junior brother's place! Junior brother! Junior brother! What's the name of your place?"

After saying that, Old Tang closed his eyes and snored softly, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

Seeing that Old Tang was talking about things that were irrelevant to him, Zhang Ze immediately shrank behind his master again.

When Li Guanqi saw that everyone was looking at him, he used his skills to get behind Zhang Ze and then threw Zhang Ze into the middle of the room.

"You have caused the trouble yourself, so you should solve it yourself." Old Li's voice sounded in Zhang Ze's ears.

Zhang Ze regretted that when he was bragging to Old Tang, he had exaggerated the magic of his own Qianji Pavilion, which had left an impression on him. Now it seemed that this matter was going to be blamed on him again.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Zhang Ze didn't know what to say.

He glanced around and found that he couldn't find anyone to take the blame. Judging from the comprehensive status and strength of the people here, apart from him, the one with the lowest status was Huang Silang.

But looking at Huang Silang's embarrassed look, it was certain that he would not be able to take the blame, and he had no right or reason to do so.

But Zhang Ze thought again, since he couldn’t find the lowest one, could he find the highest one?

There seems to be one in this room.

Zhang Ze winked at Xiao Tang and gestured with his hands. Xiao Tang immediately understood.

Xiao Tang took the Tianyan disk out of his treasure bag, tied a pen to it, and laid out paper.

Then, Tianyan Pan flew up, looked around at everyone, and then began to write big words on the paper.

As the most senior plate in the entire Longhu Mountain, Tianyan Plate is naturally cursing.

It named and scolded each of these stupid disciples one by one.

They called them stupid, their chanting sounds unpleasant, and their rituals boring and long.
At this time, the room was silent, with only the sound of Tianyan writing on the plate. A group of Longhu Mountain Heavenly Masters stretched their necks to watch him being scolded.

Old Tang was not among those who were scolded. As a person who had been missing for many years, Old Tang had never bothered Tianyanpan once.

Seeing that Tian Yanpan had taken control of the situation, Zhang Ze slipped and retreated behind the crowd, getting himself out.

After Tianyan Panshuang had a good chat, he wrote with a big stroke of his pen.

[I'm done with this now. I'll go wherever I want. You guys can go have fun on your own in Longhu Mountain.]

"Oh! That won't do!"

The Heavenly Masters were really panicking at this time, but that's how people are, you can't open the window, but if you find that you want to break down the wall, then you can open the window at will.

After signing a series of unequal treaties with Tianyanpan, the final negotiation results were:
The old Taoist priest could go wherever he wanted, but Xiao Tang had to follow him back to Longhu Mountain to continue his lessons.

Tianyanpan also has to return to the mountain, but after it returns, it can do whatever it wants on the mountain.

The remaining clauses are also related to the rights and interests of Tianyanpan.

Only Xiao Tang's wounded world was achieved.

However, Xiao Tang also made a request, which was that he wanted to take Huang Silang back with him, as he would not feel at ease in this class without his fourth uncle.

The Heavenly Masters already knew that Huang Silang had done Xiao Tang a favor, and that cultivating immortality with a yellow-skinned boy was nothing compared to the unequal treaty that had just been signed.

In order to avoid any trouble, the celestial masters decided to set off immediately.

Looking at the auspicious clouds disappearing outside the window, Zhang Ze breathed a sigh of relief. He walked to the table and pushed the sleeping Old Tang.

"Old Heavenly Master, what are your plans for the future?"

"Hmm?" The old Taoist priest rubbed his eyes. "What are your plans? Where are they?"

"Just left, back to Longhu Mountain." Zhang Ze pointed outside the window.

"That's great, let's go too." Old Tang yawned, then stood up and stretched.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Ze didn't understand.

"Didn't we agree on whether your Tianji or Qianji Pavilion should be called that?" Old Tang looked at Zhang Ze as if it was a matter of course.

"Ah, are you really going?" Zhang Ze asked.

"What else?" Old Tang packed up the half chicken left on the table and held it in his arms.

After packing up the leftovers, Old Tang came over to Li Guanqi and looked him up and down. "You have a good disciple. It's a pity that I didn't take him away."

"But let's make a deal. Although your apprentice is my junior apprentice, you are not allowed to take advantage of me."

"I dare not." Li Guanqi quickly bowed in response.

Old Tang nodded in satisfaction, then walked downstairs with a wide-legged step, digesting his food.

Looking at Old Tang's dashing back, Zhang Ze thought of something, "Old Heavenly Master, what about your stone disciples?"

The old Taoist touched the back of his head and realized that he had really forgotten about it.

Those people had very low IQs. They had a lot of skills, but they only knew three moves: the flying kick, the floor slap, and the Taoist magic wave. They couldn't learn any other spells.

It is also heavy and takes up space, but Old Tang has many magic weapons, so there are ways to deal with it.

When we arrived at the backyard, those big-headed Taoist priests were still squatting in the corner. They were sitting in a circle, picking at the dirt with their fingers.

Old Tang clapped his hands, asking them to look over here, then took out a brocade box and placed it on the ground, saying to the big heads, "Jump in."

The big heads didn't suspect anything and all jumped towards the box obediently.

This brocade box is also magical. There is a small world inside the box, with mountains and water. These big heads did not step on the box to break it, but shrank in size, and were finally all absorbed into the box.

Then they continued to form a circle and began to pick at the soil with their fingers.

After putting the box away, Old Tang clapped his hands and said, "It's all right now. Let's go."

This time there was no deer cart to pick them up, so Li Guanqi took Zhang Ze and Lao Tang back to Qingjing.

There was no trouble along the way, but when the three of them got off the flying swords, their expressions looked a little strange.

"Hey, your place is nice and interesting." Old Tang leaned his head over and looked left and right, finding it very interesting.

However, Zhang Ze and Lao Li, the master and his apprentice, had expressions of "What the hell are they doing?"

They had been away from home for more than half a month, and by then Qianji Pavilion had become something they did not recognize.

Looking at the unfamiliar streets and buildings, Zhang Ze suddenly remembered a phone call with Lily half a month ago.

[Sis Mei'er isn't here now, how about leaving it to me?]

[From now on, we'll be called the Sky-Zha Gang. I'll be the leader, and Fu Ji will be the deputy leader.]

[By then, I'll have a large group of deputy gang leaders...]

(End of this chapter)