Master Kong didn't want to say it, and he didn't want to say it. Pan Yang had no choice but to do anything to him. It was dawn, so he had to return the sun first.

When Pan Yang opened his eyes, he felt something was wrong. Even though there was no smell of stinky feet in his room, there shouldn’t be a faint fragrance floating! It was really that faint fragrance, like a faint orchid in the valley, refreshing!

Not only does this smell wrong, but the bed is bigger!

Also, this is not my room at all!

Pan Yang was stunned for a while before he remembered that he was out with Yuan Baoer and lived in the same room.

Where is Yuan Baoer?

Pan Yang turned his head and saw that Yuan Baoer was lying on the sofa with a juggling head facing downwards, with black hair spreading on the floor like a sashimi, but her head facing down but not upwards, but her long legs split a large horizontal fork on the backrest of the sofa, which was simply a murder scene...

There is no one else in this position! Pan Yang wanted to go over and get her to bed to sleep, but the bed rang as soon as he moved:

“Crunch…”

The guests in the past were too fierce, and Pan Yang was also drunk. Then he saw Yuan Baoer raising his little head in a daze, and his white little hands lifted the black hair hanging like a waterfall from the middle...

Pan Yang decisively took out his phone and turned on the photo mode: "Click!"

...

Until the road, Yuan Baoer didn't want to pay attention to Pan Yang, and sat angrily in the passenger seat with his little head tilted to look out the window.

Suddenly something pressed against her cherry lips.

Yuan Baoer didn't want to pay attention to Pan Yang, but this thing was so sweet that it was already pressed on her mouth, and her body honestly stuck out her pink tongue tip and licked it secretly.

Orange-scented!

I don't care about his lollipop! I'm afraid that he will drive with one hand! Yes, that's it! Yuan Baoer bit the lollipop in his mouth and glared at Pan Yang fiercely: "Driving seriously!"

It's OK!

Pan Yang smiled and drove seriously.

As the saying goes, it is not tiring to work with men and women. Pan Yang and Yuan Baoer take turns driving, and the journey seems to have become shorter.

Soon the two arrived at Mount Tai. When Yuan Baoer arrived at the foot of the mountain, he sent a WeChat message out. When he drove the Land Rover Range Rover to the parking lot, he saw a group of old Taoists coming up. Fei Yudi, the horse-faced man at the last World Swordsman Conference, was also there. Fei Yudi is the deputy head of the Taishan School and a layman.

Fei Yudi rushed forward to greet Pan Yang and Yuan Baoer first, and then introduced them to a young Taoist priest with a pale face and big dark circles: "Old Ancestor Pan, Zhenren Yuan, this is the innocent son of our Taishan leader!"

Pan Yang looked at Tianzhenzi, about twenty-three or four years old, and he looked like he was too overly indulging in lust and was hollowed out by alcohol.

The innocent son greeted Pan Yang and Yuan Baoer, and the other Taoists also greeted Pan Yang and Yuan Baoer. In total, only five or six people were incompatible and had no tacit understanding. It seemed like a mess of sand.

Other Taoists did not seem to respect Tian Zhenzi very much, and felt that the head of Tian Zhenzi was like a guy.

With Yuan Baoer's temperament, he wanted to ask in the parking lot, but Pan Yang forced him to stop him. The two followed Tianzhenzi and the others up the mountain and held an informal meeting in Laojun Hall. After Han Xuan and Drinking Tea, Taishan spokesman Fei Yudi asked, "I wonder what the two sword immortals will teach me when I come to Mount Tai?"

Yuan Baoer had long been unable to help but went straight in: "Does your Taishan Sect have a Taoist Master Yuquanzi?"

Although Fei Yudi is the deputy head, Tianzhenzi always said that his mouth was blocked.

Fei Yudi: "Yuquanzi is the supreme elder of my Taishan Sect. He disappeared mysteriously twenty years ago.

"What? The two sword immortals have news about our elder Yuquanzi?"

Pan Yang grabbed Yuan Baoer's little hand and squeezed it gently, and Yuan Baoer's little mouth, which had even opened, closed again.

Pan Yang said calmly: "Yuquanzi is the best friend of my grandson Yu Deshui. Yuan Zhenren and I passed by Mount Tai, so we came up to disturb a cup of tea and asked Yu Deshui about Yu Quanzi's condition."

Fei Yudi sighed: "Elder Yuquanzi has never heard of anything since he left twenty years ago.

"The life and death are still unknown..."

"Is that true?" Pan Yang asked curiously: "Did Yu Quanzi leave twenty years ago without leaving an explanation?"

Fei Yudi shook his head: "I don't know this. Twenty years ago, I was just a small deacon..."

At this time, a gray-bearded man among the old Taoists who were sitting there interrupted: "Senior Brother Yuquanzi only said he was going to look for opportunities. If he didn't say anything like looking for opportunities, we didn't know about it, so we really didn't know."

Fei Yudi frowned and glanced at him, obviously dissatisfied with the white-bearded old Taoist's interruption. The white-bearded old Taoist quickly closed his mouth, as if Fei Yudi, the deputy leader, had more strength than the leader in the Taishan Sect.

Pan Yang: "Didn't ask for advice?"

The old Taoist with white beard was flattered: "I dare not take it, I dare Yuxizi, please give me more advice!"

Pan Yang asked again: "How is your relationship with Yuquanzi?"

Yuxizi looked at Fei Yudi first, and then replied: "Among the same generation, I have the best relationship!"

Pan Yangshuang asked: "Twenty years ago, have you been to where and who have you met before Yu Quanzi left?"

Yuxizi twisted her beard and tried hard to recall: "Senior Brother Yuquanzi has a wide range of friends, and I can't remember this clearly.

"By the way, he spent the few months before he went to find an opportunity to practice martial arts, but he failed..."

Fei Yudi snatched the conversation: "Yes, we all know about this. We have been in seclusion for 9981 days!

"Two sword immortals, I have worked hard for a long journey. I have ordered someone to arrange a banquet. Why not eat and talk?"

Pan Yang didn't say anything, but just narrowed his eyes and stared at him, which made Fei Yudi sweat in a cold sweat and bowed his head without saying a word.

Pan Yangxi asked Yuxizi: "What after failure?"

Yuxizi looked at Fei Yudi again. Seeing that Fei Yudi lowered his head and said, "After failure, Senior Brother Yuquanzi was in a bad mood. He locked himself in the room every day and did not come out until he learned the opportunity..."

Pan Yang pondered for two seconds and asked: "Yuquanzi has a wide range of friendship, can you know the leader of the Beggars' Sect?"

Yuxizi waved his hands repeatedly: "Impossible, the Iron Bone God Beggar Master Hong's Gang, such a peerless master, has always been the dragon who sees his head but not the tail. Even if Senior Brother Yuquanzi wants to know Old Master Hong, there is no chance. Besides, based on my understanding of Senior Brother Yuquanzi, if he knows Old Master Hong, he will definitely brag to me, and he will talk about it..."

"Yes," Fei Yudi echoed: "The Beggars' Sect has no intersection with our Taishan Sect, and they don't have any contacts."

Pan Yangruo [Biquge www.sbiquge.xyz] nodded thoughtfully. If this informal meeting was just like this, it would be a waste of time.
Chapter completed!