Taoist Qingyun smiled and explained to the new disciples:

"They are ten generations of disciples of the Yun generation and your uncle. They will take you to their respective Taoist thrones and experience the style of immortals walking on their swords."

Flying with a sword?

Chen Changan swept his unhappiness to fall into the Demon Locking Tower and looked at the nine uncles expectantly.

Unfortunately, the nine uncles were not from the lineage of the Demon Locking Tower. After they took away their disciples from their respective Taoist dynasties, they only stayed in Chen Chang'an and Ding Yi and the other two.

Taoist Qingyun's face was also a little unfair: "If anyone has not arrived in the Lock Demon-Locking lineage, I will fly with the sword myself and take you to the Locking Demon-Locking Tower."

Before he finished speaking, a big wine pot fell to the ground.

A girl with disheveled hair poked out from the mouth of the pot, tilted her head and smiled:

"Dad, am I here?"

Chen Changan turned his head and saw a graceful figure rushing out of the wine pot.

The wine pot became smaller as a result, and it was stopped by her waist.

The girl in the pot seemed to have just been drunk, her slender waist swaying left and right, like a sea boat in a storm, and her plump cargo almost broke her red skirt.

She looked back inadvertently, her eyes were a little cold, but because of her drunkenness, she couldn't hide her charm, and said lightly:

"Hmm? Are you the new disciples of my demon-locking lineage?"

Qingyun Taoist was like a cat with a trampled tail. He was so angry that he said in anger:

"Chi Jiujiu, I have said it many times, don't call me dad outside. I don't have a daughter like you, and I dare to be late for the ten-year apprenticeship selection conference!"

Chi Jiujiu was covered in alcohol, and her white and smooth skin added a bit of bright red.

She seemed to have not woken up from her hangover and said lazyly:

"I'm blaming me, it's not the name my mother gave me. Chi Jiujiu, of course I have to eat wine."

Perhaps because he had not yet sobered up, Chi Jiujiu was just talking, but accidentally stepped on a stone, and her soles slipped, and her delicate body fell to the left.

By chance, Chen Changan was in front of Chi Jiujiu's left. If nothing unexpected happens, Chi Jiujiu would fall into Chen Changan's arms.

So, Chen Changan took a serious step back.

Plop!

Sober up instantly!

"Thought pain..."

The drunk girl fell to the ground with a bang, and a small piece of redness fell on her white forehead.

Her peach-like eyes looked at Chen Changan with a little dissatisfaction:

"You, you..."

Chen Changan interrupted her calmly and said with a smile:

"Women will only affect the speed of my sword drawing."

This is a lie.

Chen Changan used to like beautiful girls very much, and he was indispensable every time he left in the group, but... he no longer had that kind of worldly desire.

This body has just experienced a friendship between life and death, and the loss of yang energy is too serious. Not to mention becoming interested in girls, Chen Changan has never had a morning erection for a whole month.

Every morning when he wakes up, he wants to scream in the groundhog.

Ding Yi looked at Chen Changan with admiration and said:

"We monks, where do we divide men and women?"

Chi Jiujiu widened her eyes and her rosy little mouth opened slightly, but she couldn't find any reason to refute for a moment.

"Ahem."

Taoist Qingyun coughed and tailed his body, saying seriously: "Okay, Yun Zui, the deacon of the Demon Locking Tower, please take these two new disciples to the Demon Locking Tower immediately."

“Yes~”

No one dared to help her. Chi Jiujiu angrily bulged her cheeks, stood up with a groan, vented all her dissatisfaction on the wine pot, and scolded:

"Change me!"

The wine pot suddenly became larger and turned into a giant wine pot with a length of more than ten meters.

Chen Changan and Ding Yi jumped to the pot one after another, while Chi Jiujiu sat at the mouth of the pot with an unhappy look on his face.

The pot takes off!

In a blink of an eye, amid the amazement of Chen Changan and Ding Yi, the giant wine pot led Chen Changan and his group,

Go up the wind, walk along the wind, and fly into the colorful clouds!

Chen Changan sat on the wine pot, in the sea of ​​clouds, his heart was in the blue sky, and for the first time he realized the true meaning of "free and carefree world".

Chi Jiujiu, who was sitting at the vent of the wind, gradually woke up from the hangover in the cold wind.

Before Chen Changan could come back to his senses, the wine pot swayed again and almost shocked him to roll to the ground.

Chi Jiujiu jumped barefoot to the snow, with a bell tied to her ankle. Without taking a step, a jingle sound rang out.

She was not afraid of the cold, and she didn't like the constraints of her shoes, so she just walked barefoot in the snow.

At this time, Chi Jiujiu had a drastic change from the girl in the pot in the previous ceremonial ceremony, which was completely different.

When Chen Changan saw Chi Jiujiu walking away, he shouted:

"Uncle Yun Zui!"

Before he finished speaking, the wine pot instantly became smaller and fell into her hand.

But her steps never stopped, leaving only a cold back and a simple advice.

"The Demon Locking Tower is ahead. Don't be scared by those demons and lose my face in the Demon Locking Line."

Chi Jiujiu took a sip of wine and disappeared into the wind and snow.

Ding Yi raised his head and took the initiative to ask his idol Chen Changan:

"Senior Brother? What should we do?"

Chen Changan came to his senses and pointed to the depths of the wind and snow with a smile.

Ding Yi looked up.

Deep in the wind and snow, a majestic black stone tower could be vaguely seen, and the tower body was pulled by eight scarlet chains covered with Taoist talismans.

Its appearance is extremely powerful!
Chapter completed!