The old Daoist turned his head and looked at him with his muddy eyes for a long time. I wasn't the one who passed you the sword.
"You don't seem to be surprised by my visit." "As expected of the first person in Haotian Taoism throughout the ages," Qin ze said in an admiring tone.
The old Daoist turned his gaze to a certain empty space.
"Sit down and talk." The old Daoist waved his hand and called for a bamboo chair. Qin ze was about to thank him when he saw the old Daoist sit down.
He looked around, feeling a little awkward.
"Taoist priest, are you mocking me as an uninvited guest?" Qin ze said with a bitter smile.
"Understood,"
“.....”
He moved a small folding stool into the house, sat opposite the old Taoist, unscrewed a bottle of rice wine, and said, " a few months ago, li Xianyu came to Shangqing to pick up the unparalleled war spirit. After he returned, baoze investigated you.
