Little One, Would You Take This Old Daoist as Your Master?

Several honest children from the Witch Clan stared wide-eyed at this, "Grandpa, you... you even ate the box? You don't know how to eat ice cream! Why didn't you lick the box?"

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Upon hearing this, the Long-Brow Old Daoist looked puzzled. "Lick the box? What's that?"

Hearing what those honest kids said, Wu Chu silently turned his head away. After all, it was he who tricked these kids into doing something as childish as looting boxes.

Houtu and the other Ancestral Witch watched Wu Chu with smiles, because they knew that Wu Chu had been bored and had used the licking of boxes to amuse the little ones.

Moreover, in his capacity as the master of Purple Jade Mountain, he patted his chest and guaranteed that this was the authentic way to eat it, which completely fooled the children, who believed him without question.

How could those honest children know the dangers of society? How could they know that these words didn't take the reputation of the Lord of Purple Jade Mountain seriously at all!

Wu Chu coughed lightly, stepped forward, and said, "Alright, alright, everyone, stop crowding around the two seniors and go do your own thing! Your fathers and brothers will be back with the hunt soon, so think about what you want to eat tonight! Go find your mothers!"

Upon hearing Wu Chu's words, the children's eyes lit up, and they scattered in all directions.

"Does this young fellow Daoist know what 'licking the box' means?" the Long-Brow Old Daoist asked with a smile, while taking out the ice cream that had just disappeared from his sleeve. It turned out that he had not actually swallowed it whole.

Therefore, this old Daoist priest was also a bad old man.

Wu Chu smiled and said, "That's something only children do. These children love these sweets, but there aren't enough to go around, so when they seem especially precious, they don't want to miss a single one..."

At this moment, the Yin-Yang Ancestor noticed a bit of ice cream on the box wall and, as Wu Chu recounted, involuntarily stuck out his tongue and licked it.

"Childish!"

The Long-Brow Old Daoist turned around and glanced at the Yin-Yang Ancestor, then sneered.

The Yin-Yang Ancestor paused for a moment, then snorted, "Old Long-Brow, wanna have a match?"

"Heh, getting angry out of embarrassment, getting angry out of embarrassment... How childish!"

"You..."

The Yin-Yang Ancestor glared at the Old Long-Brow, his Yin Yang and Yang energies circulating around him, as if he really wanted to have a fight with the Long-Brow Old Daoist right there.

Seeing the Long-Brow Old Daoist's face, Wu Chu couldn't help but think that this old man, who called others childish, was actually quite childish himself, just like an old child.

However, he dared not say such things; he could only stay away from the two old men to avoid being accidentally hurt by their bickering.

Little Moon Spirit glanced at them and said, "I'll go make you two old gentlemen an Eight-Treasure Fruit Drink! I guarantee you've never tasted anything like it before."

The so-called Eight-Treasure Fruit Drink is actually made from the pulp of eight kinds of fruits, mixed with honey water and various spiritual brews. It's somewhat similar to the "Xi Duo Duo" that Wu Chu once ate, but with an added flavor of spiritual brews.

It's a pity that Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi didn't continue south; otherwise, they should have been able to find coconut trees further south on the coast.

If they find it, then they can now enjoy coconut juice and coconut meat.

Although this is the northern part of the Primordial Land, and the climate is not suitable for coconut trees to grow, the Primordial World is, after all, a mythical place. It is not a problem to artificially create a climate environment suitable for coconut trees to grow. It just requires more artificial sunlight.

This "Eight-Treasure Fruit Drink" was not something Wu Chu had actually thought of. Although he had drunk quite a bit of "Xi Duo Duo" before, he didn't really like it very much.

It's just a mixture of various fruit pulps with some sugar syrup! Nothing special.

However, after Little Moon Spirit learned the skill of bartending, she added some spirit wine to the fruit juice, giving the fruit drink a unique flavor that was loved by the Little Flower Fairies of Purple Jade Mountain.

In this Houtu Tribe, it is also very popular with children.

The children from these tribes drank the spirit wine, and their parents didn't refuse. Given their physical constitution, a little bit of spirit wine was nothing to them.

Of course, most Spirits are low-alcohol beverages, not high-alcohol distilled spirits.

Before long, when the two elders tasted the Eight-Treasure Fruit Drink that Little Moon Spirit had specially prepared for them, a wonderful expression appeared on their faces.

The Long-Brow Old Daoist clicked his tongue, stroked his Long-Brow, and said, "There are actually multiple flavors of spiritual wine, and they haven't masked the sweetness of the fruit pulp..."

The Yin-Yang Ancestor nodded slightly, expressing his deep agreement. Then, he sighed silently in his heart, feeling as if he had been abandoned by the times. In all the long years he had lived, he had never imagined that there were such ways to eat food.

At this moment, the Yin-Yang Ancestor also had the same feeling as the Long-Brow Ancestor before, feeling that he had lived through so many long years in the body of Fierce Beasts.

Enlightenment and cultivation, going out to search for treasure, enlightenment and cultivation, going out to search for treasure... These ancient relics who have existed since time immemorial seem to live the same life over and over again, endlessly boring, their long lifespan filled with emptiness, loneliness and coldness.

That's precisely why they go to great lengths to amuse themselves. Bullying the younger generation or taking their treasures is one of their sources of amusement.

However, the Yin-Yang Ancestor's temperament was clearly more wicked than that of the Long-Brow Old Daoist.

The old Long-Brow Old Daoist still harbored some intention of "just teasing you." The Yin-Yang Ancestor, on the other hand, was thinking, "I'm going to take you away, so come and bite me if you dare." He even enjoyed seeing others' conflicted expressions of hatred for him, yet being unable to get rid of him.

Therefore, he genuinely intended to steal the Black Coffin that he had planned to take from Wu Chu.

If Gonggong hadn't intervened, Torch Dragon would have had no choice but to step forward. And if he hadn't wanted to antagonize the Dragon Clan, which was at the height of its power, he probably wouldn't have given up so easily.

The appearance of the Long-Brow Old Daoist made him even more embarrassed to take action.

Of course, he was also very glad that he had the nerve to come along, otherwise he would have missed out on this wonderful experience.

Ah! What will I do if I can no longer enjoy such wonderful things in the future?

The Yin-Yang Ancestor suddenly thought of this, and then he looked at Little Moon Spirit, wondering whether he should take the little girl back and cook delicious food for himself every day?

But after glancing at the Long-Brow Old Daoist, he rejected the idea of 'stealing'. If he dared to steal it, the Long-Brow Old Daoist would definitely not let him off easily.

Or...

"Little child, do you have a master?"

The Yin-Yang Ancestor looked at Little Moon Spirit with a 'kind' expression and asked.

The Long-Brow Old Daoist, regaining his senses, raised his eyebrows and directly asked, "Little boy, would you like to become my disciple? I have no disciples yet!"

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