Live broadcast: Taoist priest, stop pretending, you are cultivating immortals

Three tractors from the Wudang faction drove over, emitting black smoke.

Daoist Mo Yuan, Daoist Chen Yunlong, and Daoist Chen Shilei came directly to the backyard with six gift boxes in their hands.

Before Jiang Yun could react, Uncle Zhang greeted him immediately, and said with a smile on his face: "The three fellow Taoists have come to the humble house, it really makes our small gym flourish!"

"Why are you still carrying a gift? Seeing outsiders seeing outsiders, boy, hurry up and take over the purple sand pot, monkey two, go make tea for the three fellow daoists!"

"This set of purple clay teapots is a good thing. Without a hundred years of inheritance, how can we collect them all?"

Daoist Mo Yuan put on a dark face and scolded with a smile: "Old Zhang, don't talk nonsense, this purple clay pot is the ransom money of those three little guys."

"Hey, really psychic, not bad, not bad!"

The weasel family was surrounded by three people, and the garbage they held in their hands fell to the ground in fright.

If it weren't for the strong aura of everyone in the Taoist temple, which crushed these three little guys to death, they must have fled by now.

Monkey Two brewed a pot of high-grade spiritual tea and brought it out.

Several people sat in the backyard drinking tea and chatting.

Daoist Mo Yuan opened all the gift boxes of purple sand pots he brought, and introduced them one by one.

The purple sand teapots collected by Wudang School cannot be said to be unique, but can only be regarded as high-quality goods, but they cannot stand up to the complete range of styles!

Chuanlu, monk's hat pot, square pot, hexagonal pot, octagonal pot, well rail pot, Qinquan pot, beauty shoulder, wishful pot, gossip pot and so on.

Jiang Yun didn't have any feelings for the purple clay pot at first, but after listening to it, he became inexplicably interested in it.

"Senior Mo Yuan, senior brother Chen, and Wudang, Tianyuan Taoist Temple will be disrespectful."

The water friends in the live broadcast room looked at more than 30 purple sand pots, and they opened their eyes.

"There are so many pots, what are their names, I can't remember!"

"It seems that I have committed a phobia of choosing difficulties. Who can give me a popular science, which pot is better?"

"Sorry, I don't know any of them."

"Hahaha, I saw a dragon egg pot, the big female dragon came out, did you lay the eggs?"

[Xiao Min]: "Is there really a dragon egg pot?"

"Hehe, these purple clay teapots should all come from our Da Yixing. It is really expensive to buy a complete set."

Daoist Mo Yuan tasted the tea. Seeing that Jiang Yun liked these purple clay teapots very much, he said with a smile, "Boy Jiang, there are many styles of purple clay teapots. These purple clay teapots are just a rough collection."

"If you like it, remember to collect it when you come across new styles that don't exist in the future."

Jiang Yun nodded in agreement, but Daoist Chen Yunlong, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't hold back, and reminded him friendlyly: "Junior Brother Jiang, have you heard a saying that fishing for three years is poor, and writing and playing ruins one's life."

"You pick a few of these purple clay teapots to keep, and give away the rest if you can. Otherwise, no matter how much money you have, it won't be enough to make it!"

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Chapter 372

The famous Wudang faction, his former head, also fell into the pit of Wen Wan ruining his life, is this unbearable?

Fishing has been poor for three years, and Wen Wan has ruined his life. Motorcycles are a trap, and photography cannot be touched. Once you learn how to chase rabbits, you will never return.

"Why can't touch Wenwan, who can explain to me?"

"My colleague suddenly likes to play with antiques. He said it was an investment. He spent less than 200 million in two years. Most of the things he bought were imitations. Now he is back to work honestly [cover face]"

"I didn't touch anything, I just liked to drink and smoke and burn my head. This is also a road of no return."

"It's not good to learn from anyone. You learn from Uncle Qian. Is Uncle Qian an ordinary person?"

"I like to go fishing on a motorcycle with a string and a camera. Can I still stand up in this life?"

"My husband takes two. People say that fishing on a motorcycle is better than going out and messing around [Tears Running]"

Jiang Yun looked at the purple clay pot in front of him, nodded, and sighed, "Senior Brother Chen, I know what you're talking about."

"My master likes to play with bracelets. Tianyuan Taoist temple is not small, and he almost lost it. King Kong, Xingyue, red sandalwood, sea yellow, beeswax, etc. are really big pits and small pits. Dang, Dangdang is different."

"He finally realized a truth, the truth is simple, I think it makes sense."

Daoist Mo Yuan sipped the tea with tears in his heart, filled with emotion.

Chisong, that dog thief, liked playing bracelets back then, and then kept showing off his new bracelets in the Taoist circle, leading many people to the point of no return.

He didn't grasp it at the time, so he played with the purple clay pot, and he couldn't stop playing. That guy would talk about the simplicity of the road.

The Patriarch of Sanqing is here, the next time we meet, the old Taoist must call a few fellow Taoists who have entered the pit, and discuss the Taoism with that dog thief.

"Senior Brother Chen, you went to Tianjin Wei last time, what happened next, did you have any accidents?" Jiang Yun thought of it, and asked suddenly.

Daoist Chen Yunlong smiled, and he talked about how he took his disciples out to Tianjin Wei to find Hu Hansan, a rebel from Wudang.

That Hu Hansan is also promising, relying on his alchemy and talisman skills, he formed a security club company and recruited many thugs.

After Daoist Chen Yunlong went down the mountain, he found the security club company very easily, and then there was nothing else.

Practitioners rely on their strong verbal and hands-on abilities when they go out. That afternoon, the security club company declared bankruptcy.

Hu Hansan found a lot of Taoist celebrities and wanted to intercede, but a group of people were beaten up, after all, they were brothers.

Daoist Chen Yunlong still showed mercy, let Hu Hansan go and let him go abroad and never come back. I heard that he went to Southeast Asia, so I don't know how he is doing now.

Daoist Chen Shilei said very excitedly: "Little uncle, don't listen to my master saying that the wind is light and the clouds are calm, he was very ruthless at that time."

"Tell my master to the same sect that there was a master of the Shenxiao sect who made it clear at that time, but the old man got angry and knocked him down with a single slap."

"As for the members of the security club company, they were slapped one by one and sent flying. My juniors blocked the back door and let him slap him at the gate."

"Traitor, what nonsense are you talking about? It's just a discussion between monks, why beat someone?"

"Practitioners advocate prosperity, freedom, patriotism, democracy, civilization, equality, justice, harmony, integrity and friendliness. Listen to what you just said, what does it look like?" Daoist Chen Yunlong touched it with a smile Beard, reprimanded.

After Jiang Yun listened, he couldn't help giving a thumbs up to express his agreement.

Daoist Chen Yunlong is worthy of being the head of Wudang, his speaking level is high, he had a lot of competitions with the kickers, and he didn't pay a penny, Chen Shilei couldn't do it, he was sued for the first time.

The water friends in the live broadcast room were stunned and called out awesome.

"Is Taoist Master Chen Yunlong so awesome?"

"The Wudang version of the real person who descended from the heavenly master descended from the mountain. This one is really under the Wudang sect."

"What's the trouble? On the pillar at the gate of Tianyuan Taoist Temple, there was a hole poked out by Taoist Master Chen Yunlong with sword energy, so it was filled with 502 glue."

"You don't believe me, I'm in Tianjin Wei, and I live across from that company. Daochang Chen was blocking the door of the company, and the applause was especially crisp [cover face]"

"This old man is quite murderous."

[Sixteen Characters of Yin Yang]: "Dear friends, Daoist Chen is really good at fighting. He can be ranked in the top twenty in our circle, but Daoist Jiang is even more terrifying."

When Jiang Yun heard that the man had gone to Southeast Asia, he frowned again.

A person who is proficient in alchemy and talisman techniques, no matter where he goes, he should soon become a man of the hour, but, master, an old man, isn't he also...

Forget it, Southeast Asia is not small, and it should not be encountered. If it does, it can only be said to be really unlucky.

"Senior Mo Yuan, what do you think of my tea?" Jiang Yun asked.

Daoist Mo Yuan sipped the tea, shook his head and said, "The tea is not bad. Your master gave me it twice, but it's worse than my Wuyishan Dahongpao."

"Senior Brother Chen, what do you think of my tea?"

Daoist Chen Yunlong shook his head, and said: "The tea has a strong fragrance, and it lingers for a long time in the mouth. It is not bad tea, but compared with my pot of Eighteen West Lake Longjing, it is still a little less interesting."

The corner of Jiang Yun's mouth twitched slightly, he turned his head to look at Chen Shilei, and asked, "Nephew Chen, what kind of tea do you drink?"

"Little uncle, have you heard of Fuyuan Changyuan tea?" Chen Shilei gestured.

Jiang Yun nodded thoughtfully, the water friend who knows tea, was almost shocked to the jaw.

"The three priests are not ordinary people!"

"Wuyishan Dahongpao, with an annual output of several hundred grams, is Taoist Mo Yuan willing to drink it?"

"Let me briefly explain that among the three types of tea, Fuyuan Changyuan tea is the king of Pu'er tea."

"Is there any fellow Taoist who likes to drink iced black tea like me?"

"Me too, especially the free iced tea under the tower crane."

"Then I'll have a showdown. Actually, I like to drink Pu'er Golden Melon Tribute Tea, and I have a big box of it at home."

Jiang Yun sighed, he went back to the study, and took out the porcelain altar containing the high-grade spiritual tea.

There is only one-fifth of the tea in it now, and it is all broken.

Priest Mo Yuan asked curiously: "Boy, your tea is pretty good, why are you asking us these things?"

"Senior Mo Yuan, I have some high fragments left. I originally wanted to share them with you, but now it seems that I don't need them."

"It's just right, I have a lot of water friends in the live broadcast room, so I just randomly pick some people and give them as benefits." Jiang Yun said.

He was in Tianyuan Taoist Temple since he was a child, and he drank a lot of top-quality tea brought back by his master, and this Gao Sui was really not used to it.

I originally wanted to give it to someone, but now it seems that I should give it to a water friend.

Before Jiang Yun finished speaking, the three members of the Wudang faction stood up abruptly.

The water friends in the live broadcast room became inexplicably excited, can this also be smoked?

"Master, are you serious?"

"The monks don't tell lies, I think that tea is destined for me."

"Don't think I didn't see it. Your kid just said that he likes to drink iced tea under the tower crane. Don't grab it from me."

"Hurry up and draw, I will lower your chances of winning."

"I've already let good luck come, my ancestors bless you, let's smoke once from our ancestral grave."

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Chapter 373

Daoist Mo Yuan directly withdrew the string of maroon beads on his right wrist and threw them over.

He shot extremely fast, just as Jiang Yun took over the string of beads, the high broken altar in his hand also disappeared.

"Prodigal stuff, if you give away good things, you can give them away. The old man likes to drink tea. It's just a matter of us changing it. You won't lose money." Daoist Mo Yuan opened the vase, smelling the tea, and said with satisfaction.

The water friends in the live broadcast room quit on the spot.

This bad old man really can't deal with him, he doesn't talk about martial arts, the Taoist priest said he would smoke it for us, why did you grab it?

Among the water friends, the reaction of the yin and yang sixteen-character descendants was particularly intense.

Daoist Chen Yunlong was a little surprised and said: "Master, you have been coiling the lightning-struck jujube skewers for more than 20 years, and you just gave it away?"

"His tea is good, and I like it very much as a teacher. It's not appropriate to grab it directly. It should be rumored that Wudang bullies the small, so just change it."

"Placing the magic weapon on this kid is more useful than having it in the hands of my teacher, so I gave it to him, and we are not at a loss." Daoist Mo Yuan said disapprovingly.

Jiang Yun touched the maroon bead in his hand, which was glossy and moist, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes.

This lightning strike jujube string is definitely the authentic lightning strike jujube wood, and it is a magic weapon that is hard to find in the outside world.

He resolutely took the beads in his hand, then smiled and said: "The elder gave it to me, if I dare not say it, I will thank you for your kindness."

The water friends in the live broadcast room, they looked at the beads on Jiang Yun's hands, and they were a little confused.

The yin and yang sixteen-character successor who had been sending barrage condemnation in the live broadcast room calmed down and disappeared.

"That string of beads is nice, how much is it, can you get in the little yellow car and let me see if it's a knot or a robbery?"

"This thing is destined for me [secret observation]"

"I've always wanted to invite one, but I'm afraid of being cheated. The Taoist priest seems to have a good one."

[Sixteen Characters of Yin and Yang]: "Don't talk about it, everyone, this thing has nothing to do with us. It is the lightning strike jujube bracelet that has been consecrated by Taoist Master Mo Yuan for more than 20 years."

"I can't even afford to buy this kind of top-quality magic weapon. I really want to buy it. I have to rely on Feng Shui to borrow some from my ancestors in the underground."

"Poverty limits my desires [tears running]"

"Dear friends, have you found a blind spot, borrowing money from your ancestors, is this considered tomb robbery?"