The little dumpling continued drinking.
Old Gao was the first to give up, followed by Wan'er. The little dumpling could not only drink alcohol, but also eat meat. She finished all the snacks on the table.
The little dumpling ate with great relish, and she grinned sweetly, saying, "Princess sister, come find me for drinks next time."
After finishing the last bowl of wine, Zhu Xian looked out into the courtyard. She hadn't seen Qin Luo return. "Little guy, when I have time in the future, I'll invite you to drink at the palace."
"OK!"
The little dumpling beamed with pride. She could tell everyone when she returned to the Purple Cloud Mountains that the princess was also her sister, and that they had drunk together. Just thinking about it made her feel proud.
Zhu Xian left the Heavenly Stems Academy.
Seeing Lao Gao and Wan'er drunkenly sleeping on the table, Xiao Tuanzi cleaned up the table and the courtyard, then sat outside the gate of Tiangan Courtyard with Chengtian Sword in her arms.
As time goes by.
The little dumpling was getting a bit impatient while waiting.
Why isn't the boss back yet?
The little dumpling frowned. In the past, she could sense Qin Luo's presence even from a great distance, but now she could only feel his presence, as if her boss had vanished into thin air.
Just then, an old monk dressed in a black robe passed by the Tiangan Temple. He held a string of dark Buddhist beads in his hand, and his face was half kind and half fierce.
The old monk stopped in front of the little dumpling.
"Old...Senior, is there something you need?" The little dumpling almost instinctively called out "Old Bald Donkey," revealing her neat white teeth and a harmless smile on her face.
The old monk looked at the sword in the little dumpling's hand, shook his head, and said meaningfully, "This humble monk does not think that, benefactor, your sword is too violent and will devour its master."
"Hehe, I'm just keeping it temporarily."
The little dumpling didn't pay attention.
The old monk stretched out his hand, "This sword is a menace; you can't handle it. You should give it to me."
"No."
The little dumpling was very unhappy. "You all think I'm stupid, right? Nobody can steal this sword."
A glint of light flashed in the old monk's eyes, and his hand suddenly stretched out, grabbing directly at the little dumpling.
Before the little girl could react, the old monk suddenly attacked, and she raised the Chengtian Sword to defend herself.
A dazzling golden light descended from the sky, enveloping the little dumpling, while the old monk's large hand was blocked outside.
Qin Luo returned to the Heavenly Stems Temple and looked at the old monk in the black kasaya. "Are you a Buddha or a demon?"
The old monk withdrew his hand, looked at the young Taoist, put his palms together, bowed and said, "Becoming a Buddha or a demon is but a thought away. This humble monk is both a Buddha and a demon."
"Boss!"
The little dumpling was overjoyed.
Qin Luo came to the little dumpling's side, tapped the little dumpling's head, and said seriously, "All you do is drink all day long, you're turning into a little drunkard."
The little dumpling looked aggrieved and said, "Boss, it was Her Highness the Princess who asked me to drink. I was just giving her face."
While they were talking, the old monk disappeared.
Qin Luo frowned slightly. The old monk from earlier was very powerful, giving him the feeling of an abyss, bottomless. "Give me this sword. It's not safe for you to carry it with you."
"All right."
The little dumpling handed the Chengtian Sword to Qin Luo, saying, "Boss, a while ago, the crown prince of that damn dynasty also tried to snatch this sword, but he was driven away by Princess. It's true that there are all kinds of birds in a big forest, and none of them are good birds."
Qin Luo couldn't help but chuckle. He ruffled the little dumpling's hair and asked softly, "Is there any more wine?"
"It's gone."
Suddenly, the little dumpling remembered something. She took out a small gourd, grinned foolishly, and said, "Boss, there's wine here."
"Give me a couple of sips."
"Give."
Qin Luo took the small gourd and gulped down all the wine in it in one go.
The little girl tilted her head, looking puzzled. "Big brother, are you unhappy?"
"A little."
Qin Luo nodded.
Tell me about it.
"You're too young, you don't understand."
The little dumpling continued to ask, "Boss, I couldn't sense your presence just now. Where did you go?"
Qin Luo smiled gently, "Let's find a quiet place where no one is around, and think about some things."
"What's wrong?"
"Are you possessed by the Purple Moon?"
"Hehe, I'm going to catch some bugs."
Qin Luo watched the little dumpling run away. The situation in the capital was far more complicated than he had imagined. The Grand Preceptor wanted to hunt down the Heavenly Emperor, and the Heavenly Emperor should be in the capital. So who is the Heavenly Emperor?
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