The Whole Family Went Crazy Listening To My Thoughts, I Was Responsible For Feeding

 Lu Chaochao was so angry that he spoke incoherently.

 “Son? What a piece of shit!”

"Where's my sword, where's my sword, kill him!" Lu Chao turned around anxiously, making Qingyang look stunned.

“Chaoyang Sword Master recognizes his godson, why are you angry?”

 Lu Chaochao…

The little girl pursed her lips tightly, her teeth itching with hatred.

 I am still a young girl! Who has a son!

 Who will make the decision for me?

 Sometimes, I’m really helpless!

 Damn Mingkong, ruin my reputation!

 Sudden…

“The old sect master had a high level of cultivation, and he only got such a son in his later years. He was always doting on Li Ha, but at that time his level of cultivation was not high and he couldn’t convince others.”

Taojun Qingyang’s eyes widened.

Qingyang Daojun took it tremblingly and poured a glass carefully.

 “Would you like to drink it?” She chuckled. This was the fruit wine she had collected back then.

 He took a shallow sip, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Good wine!"

“Only the Chaoyang Sword Master who sacrifices can shock everyone.”

But Lu Chaochao didn't bother to answer him at all, and directly opened the red sealing seal on the jar, and the overbearing and mellow smell of wine spread wildly.

Lu Chaochao had a stern face, with many peach blossoms falling on his head and shoulders.

 Lu Chaochao dug out several small jars from the mud.

 After a while, there was a pile of mud under my feet.

Qingyang Daojun sat up straight.

Taojun Qingyang swallowed hard.

"He just relied on the name of Chaoyang Sword Master's godson to become the head? Good, good, good." She laughed angrily, with a smile that was not smiling at all, which was quite revealing.

Lu Chaochao handed over a jar: "Have a try, the color has turned golden, it is already the best wine."

While Taojun Qingyang was still reminiscing about the past, Lu Chaochao squatted under the peach tree with his **** stuck out, digging for something.

“As for whether he is the godson of Sword Master, no one can verify it.”

He drank a few sips before sighing: "Are you, little girl, the reincarnation of a treasure-hunting rat? I've been paying tribute here for thousands of years, and I never thought there was treasure wine under the peach tree."

“I smell a strong smell of fruit wine.” Baiguo wine is brewed from hundreds of kinds of spiritual fruits in the spiritual world. Moreover, the aroma of this wine is rich and overbearing, as if it has been stored for thousands of years.

The color is golden, comparable to the jade liquid and nectar of the gods.

 “How did you know there was fruit wine buried under the tree?”

Lu Chaochao only took a sip before his face flushed and his whole face became hot and red.

He fell to the ground holding the wine can and spoke loudly: "Then...of course...is there anything I don't know?"

 “Cheers, hey hey, cheers…” She stood up unsteadily and drank one glass after another with Qingyang Daojun.

"It's no fun drinking like this... You, you, wait for me for a while." Lu Chaochao staggered towards the door.

The thousand-year-old wine is already intoxicating, and Taojun Qingyang is already in a trance.

By the time he opened the second bottle of wine, Lu Chaochao had already returned with a leg of meat.

The leg meat was huge. He squinted his eyes, but he felt dizzy and couldn't see clearly what kind of spiritual animal meat it was.

 After a while, a fire was set up in the yard.

Lu Chaochao skillfully spreads the ingredients and oil.

 The two of them ate meat and drank wine.

Taojun Qingyang was completely drunk and even danced his sword under the moonlight. The old man with white hair and white eyebrows was a bit ethereal. Lu Chaochao burped and clapped.

 “Good, good, good dancing.”

 After speaking, he threw the bone away and wiped his hands on his skirt.

 He took out the Chaoyang Sword.

The little girl always felt that the height limit was a problem. After thinking about it, she took out the mask given by the national master last time. Putting on the mask, your stature instantly rises.

The little girl who was originally wearing a blue skirt suddenly turned into a Pingting girl.

The girl is as graceful as a frightening dragon, dancing with a sword under the moonlight.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　…

 The sword in Qingyang Daojun's hand fell to the ground feebly. He stared blankly at the girl's figure under the moonlight.

 “Jian...Zun!” He rubbed his eyes and whispered.

"Tonight, I was too drunk. I actually saw the Sword Master performing a sword dance for me... OK, OK, just let me be wild in my dream." He grabbed the sword and started sparring with the Sword Master.

 Laughing from time to time, taking a sip from time to time.

Until late at night, Daojun Qingyang fell asleep on the recliner with a wine bottle in his arms.

With a smile on his lips, he dreamed of faith today.

Lu Chaochao burped, holding the wine bottle in one hand and holding the sword in the other as he walked out of Wuwang Mountain. He walked unsteadily and staggered a bit.

 She entered the Mingkong Mansion without disturbing anyone.

"Let me see...what are you dealing with the gods?" She entered the cave quietly.

The spiritual energy in Mingkong Kong Mansion is no weaker than Wuwang Mountain.

 The cave is extremely extravagant, and it can be seen that Mingkong is greedy for enjoyment.

 It is completely opposite to the hardship of sword cultivator.

“Unfilial son! How dare you pretend to be my son, you evildoer!” she muttered as she walked.

 Inside the cave, one can faintly feel the aura of God.

 She disappeared.

The drunken Lu Chaochao's pupils shrank suddenly. There are actually many elves hiding in Mingkong Mansion!

 What the **** is he doing!

Mingkong's voice can be heard vaguely: "Immortal Lord, this is the last group of elves. Take a look, is this what you are looking for?"

 Lu Chaochao could feel the aura of the gods and explore all the elves in the room.

 “Not the person I’m looking for.” The voice seemed to come from the upper world, but it didn’t sound real.

 “There must be some missing spirit.” God’s voice was extremely certain.

Mingkong frowned and said: "The Elf Island has been wiped out, and this is the last batch of elves. This batch is all top-notch in terms of qualifications and appearance."

 “Could it be her?” A flash of surprise flashed in Mingkong’s eyes.

“A few days ago, the elves encountered a black elf during the auction in the Treasure Pavilion.”

“She seems to be different from ordinary elves. She is extremely powerful. She destroyed the Treasure Pavilion with one person. Take away all the elves!”

 “Is it her that you are looking for?”

 The breath of God changes instantly.

 "Black Elf? Strong in force?! Yes, it's her! Seize her and destroy her at all costs!" God's voice was full of rage. Wherever there is the usual compassion, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a demon.

Mingkong only found out about this after hearing what Xuan Cang said after escaping.

"My Lord Immortal, why do you have to kill all the elves? Could it be that the elves have committed some heinous crime?" Mingkong had been curious for a long time, and finally asked this question.

Mingkong felt a strong pressure, and his hand hanging by his side trembled slightly.

 The gods were sizing him up.

“My lord, is there anything else you can’t tell me?”

“You said you want the elves, so I will capture all the elves on the island and capture them as offerings to you.”

“You said that God Chongyue was causing trouble, so I summoned him to the lower realm through the friendship of Jianzong. I laid a dragnet for him..."

"even…"

 “Slay the God.”

“Mingkong has risked everything to follow you. There is no turning back for Mingkong.”

 “You still can’t trust me?”

The other party seemed to have been thinking about it for a long time: "Venerable Tianxing has calculated that that person has the blood of elves."

 “We must kill her before she grows up! Otherwise…”

 “She will overthrow the entire divine world!” (End of this chapter)