"The Taoist Sect is always the Taoist Sect, and the temple is always the temple." Wei Guangming said coldly.

Yan Se cut off, ignored the sluggish old man, stretched out his thin finger and opened the food box that the judge had just brought, and took out a few bowls of white rice and side dishes inside.

Then, he fumbled on his body for a while, took out a leather kettle, looked at Ye Qi and said, "Every year after returning to Taoshan, I only feel happy when I am close to Senior Brother Guangming. Therefore, in recent years, I have returned to Xiling to report my work in Youge Pavilion for one night, and on the second day, I went directly to Chang'an City. Unfortunately, Senior Brother Guangming, like most people in the Taoist sect, don't drink alcohol. I think the boy is not as dead as the Taoist sect. Do you drink alcohol?"

Ye Qi pointed to the kettle in Yan Se's hand and said, "I will never drink good wine, is that good wine?"

Yan Se wrinkled a few folds on the edge of his triangle eyes, and his lips, which looked a little sour and mean, raised, and said with a smile: "The best Jiujiang Double Steamer in the Tang Dynasty, is only sent to the palace every year, and there is no such thing in the world. If any bold eunuch steals it and sells it, it will cost one or two thousand gold."

Ye Qi reached out of the wooden railing, grabbed an empty bowl and said, "Then I have to ask for another bowl to taste."

Yan Se was not stingy either. He twisted the lid of the kettle and the aroma of wine immediately filled the side of the people, pouring a bowl for Ye Qi.

After Ye Qi drank it, he felt so happy. It was really a good wine.

Then, the two of them drank and chatted, and Wei Guangming was silently picking up food and eating. The atmosphere seemed harmonious. As for the entire Youge corridor full of death, this time was undoubtedly the brightest time of Youge.

...

I don’t know what material is made of Yan Se’s kettle, but it can only serve ten bowls of wine when looking at the style. However, after a few hours, Ye Qi could not drink twenty bowls of Jiujiang Double Steam alone, and there was still wine in the kettle.

Therefore, the two of them never stopped drinking. Both of them were considered wine lovers and were reluctant to use their realms to consume the alcohol in their bodies. As they drink more and more, they naturally talked more and more. However, most of the time, Yan Se was talking and Ye Qi listened.

As for the old man Guangming, except for Yan Se who said something that was related to him and misinterpreted him, he would correct Yan Se's words with an attitude of no permission, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep halfway through the rest of the time.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the corridor. It was about the next day. Yan Se put away the kettle and looked at Ye Qi and said, "You guys have a taste for the old Taoist. A few years ago, you were in the world. I think you should also be a person who loves calligraphy. Before leaving, I will give you something."

As he said that, Yan Se took out a dead white pen from his wide sleeves covered in oily skin and handed it to Ye Qi.

At this time, Wei Guangming, who had closed his eyes, looked at Yan Se, with a questioning look.

Yan Se ignored it. Seeing Ye Qi put away his pen, he stood up and bowed to Wei Guangming and said, "Senior Brother Guangming, Junior Brother is gone, I will come to see you next year." After that, he disappeared into the corridor with his arms in his arms.

After a while, the two priests of the Judgment Department came over and checked the formation on the wooden railing. After finding that there was no problem, they packed up the bowls, chopsticks and food boxes on the ground and left.

Youge returned to the dark and dead environment in the past. Ye Qi half lay on the straw mat and carefully observed the brush in his hand through the dark lights of the dome of the corridor. Although the brush seemed broken, it had a hidden talisman, just like a few knives hidden in the abyss. Once it came out of the abyss one day, it would definitely be to cut the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas.

"This pen has been following Yan Se for many years, so it has such a profound meaning." Wei Guangming looked at Ye Qi, to be precise, looking at the pen in Ye Qi's hand, and said: "If you talk about the Tao, no one in the world can get Yan Se, so when you first see you, he knew that the cage could not trap you."

Ye Qi smashed his mouth twice, as if he was still savoring the smell of wine in his mouth, and said, "He is not unfaithful to the Taoist Sect. You are the God of Light. You know how the Demon Way should be considered a Demon Way. A genius like me is locked in the You Pavilion. He is a waste of resources in the Taoist Sect. With this pen, I can leave the cage one year earlier.

When I go out, Taoshan will definitely not allow me, so I can only go to Tang State. The relationship between my identity and the host cannot be casually left. No matter where I go to Tang State, my existence will always ease the relationship between the Kingdom of God and Tang State in the future."

Wei Guangming shook his head, but he didn't continue talking about Yan Se's pen. He pointed to the stone window inside the railing without sunlight. Outside the window was dark and thick fog, without any brilliance.

"If you escape, you can only walk down the cliff, which is difficult to walk down the cliff."

Ye Qi looked at the stone window and said, "When I was on Taoshan a few years ago, I saw Youge Pavilion, the thick fog, and I also went to the bottom of the cliff once."

Wei Guangming couldn't help but straighten his back, staring at Ye Qi with wide eyes, and said nothing for a long time. Finally, he probably felt that Ye Qi was not joking. If what the other party said was true, then the disciple of the sage master would definitely become the first cultivator in the history of the establishment of Haotian Dao to escape from Youge Pavilion.

There was nothing to say in the cage again. Ye Qi took the dead branches and white brushes given by Yan Se to carve them on the stone wall. There was no ink or clear water here. Because in the cage, the vitality of heaven and earth was cut off, and it was impossible to use the Taoist art to scoop up clear water to fill the black ink, so the stone wall is still a stone wall.

However, in the dark prison, a few strands of white hairs quietly appeared on the ground.

...

After a few days of a book, the white hair gradually faded away. The last white hair fell, the dead branches turned into powder, and Ye Qi's face turned pale. The book stopped.

Only when there is a barn and a barn can it be called a cage. Only when there is a barn, the barn is a few peach wood outside the cave, and the barn is a rock on the wall. Ye Qi wrote a few days ago, and then used Yan Se's pen as a medium to remove the fence of the cage. The cage has no barn, and the body can be separated and left.

As for the more terrifying inside the cage, the cage can lock the consciousness of the practitioner, just like Ye Qi himself and Wei Guangming and Yan Se's cognition, the cage cannot trap him.

"I am worthy of being Youge. I still have the ability to recover myself. I won't waste my time. It will probably be many years before you go out. Is there anything to explain?"

Wei Guangming opened his eyes and looked at the thick fog outside the stone window, shaking his head to reject Ye Qi's kindness.
Chapter completed!