Long Jiale

After Cheng Yanding asked this sentence, he waited for the other party to look at him with a look of foolishness, because he asked many people, and others looked at him with a look of foolishness.

Cheng Yanding is used to this kind of eyes looking at fools, as the saying goes, when everyone is drunk, I am sober alone, and when everyone is dirty, I am pure alone.

Alas... the heights are so cold, the loneliness is so lonely!

Others don't have spiritual roots, but only I have spiritual roots. People with spiritual roots can't reveal the secrets of practice to people without spiritual roots.

Holding the bamboo sword in his hand, Cheng Yanding felt for the first time that he was alone and seeking defeat.

Although his swordsmanship was terrible and messy, it still couldn't dampen his confidence in practicing swordsmanship.

He believes that one day he will become a hidden peerless expert, such as a sweeping monk.

Don't look at him on the surface as a fish farmer, in fact!In fact, he is a Taoist master with first-class swordsmanship!

It's very pleasing to think about it this way.

Cheng Yanding smiled narcissistically and fascinatedly, staring at Boss Shen in front of him, waiting for the other party's next words.

It’s okay to ask him if he has a fever or he’s confused, and it’s okay to ask him if he’s read too many martial arts novels, anyway, there’s something to talk about…

Shen Zhoucheng: "..."

He felt that Cheng Yanding, who was originally an honest and sincere child, seemed to have changed a lot after he had been away for more than ten days.

It was as if inexplicable chicken blood had been injected, and the whole person changed from a decadent youth to a motivated young man bursting with chicken blood.

Coupled with the other party's expression at this time, it's really a bit embarrassing.

"The sword technique you practiced just now is a bit like Dao Ling's method, but your moves are still a bit raw."

"What? Did you know Dao Ling before?"

Shen Zhoucheng asked casually, his hand gently touched the back of the ear of Xiao Baituanzi in his arms, and adjusted the position of the other party's tail, the sleeping Xiaobaituanzi felt his touch, and dazedly used a small The head rubbed lightly against his arms a few times.

Continue to sleep sweetly.

Cheng Yanding was shocked: "!!!!!! Boss, do you know my master???!!!"

Now Shen Zhoucheng was shocked: "!!!!!!"

He showed an indescribable expression, glanced at Cheng Yanding in front of him, who still had a big bald head like a light bulb, and then thought about Dao Ling with fluttering long hair.

I always feel that the two masters and apprentices stand together will be extremely eye-catching.

There is a subtle sense of monks worshiping Taoists as teachers.

With tears in his eyes, Cheng Yanding was extremely excited. After chatting with a group of melon-eating villagers for a few days, Cheng Yanding finally had the feeling of meeting a bosom friend.

Met a pedestrian! ! !

It turned out that Boss Shen also knew that Dao Ling was not an ordinary magic stick Taoist priest, his master had real skills.

However, Cheng Yanding didn't know what his master's abilities were, because Dao Ling was too indifferent and didn't like to talk or explain.

The other party would throw him a sachet every day, answer a few questions when he was in a good mood, and leave without saying a word when he was in a bad mood.

What a unique master.

Cheng Yanding was suffocated to death, and he finally caught up with the mysterious thing, but he didn't even have anyone to talk to, so he couldn't be suffocated.

He looked at Shen Zhoucheng with the eyes of a great savior, and he just hugged the other's hand and "holding hands and looking at teary eyes" together.

"Boss Shen, so you are also a practitioner? What is your relationship with my master? Do you also have spiritual roots? Can you explain to me how we are going to practice?"

"Why did Master say that my cultivation is to raise fish well!!!"

Shen Zhoucheng shook his head and replied sincerely: "I am different from you, I am not a practitioner."

Cheng Yanding sighed. He thought he was a fellow, but he didn't expect: "It turns out that Boss Shen is just an ordinary person."

"I'm not an ordinary person either." Shen Zhoucheng saw that the other party had unexpectedly worshiped under Dao Ling's sect. Although it was beyond his expectation, but

Dao Ling is now a member of their Qingbishan Tourism Development Company, and Cheng Yanding will also be a member of their company in the future.

Then the things he envisioned before can still be realized.

He thought that the current Cheng Yanding should be more suitable for the position he had arranged for him.

Therefore, many things should not be hidden from the other party.

"Boss Shen, you are neither a practitioner nor an ordinary person, so what exactly is your identity?"

Shen Zhoucheng glanced at him, and lightly threw a little Jinglei: "I'm not human."

Cheng Yanding: "????"

"You have to get used to it in advance. Qingbi Mountain not only has bald heads like you, but also Taoist priests like Daoling, and there are also some non-human guys. For example, your master is accompanied by a purple butterfly spirit, who makes it for you every day." The one serving the dishes is sparrow essence, the old Chinese medicine doctor of Polygonum multiflorum in our village, it is a thousand-year-old ginseng, if you want to use ginseng beard to make soup, he should be very willing to give you the beard..."

Cheng Yanding: "!!!????"

There was a buzzing in his head, obviously yesterday he thought that the whole village, except him and Master Dao Ling, were all ordinary villagers...

Who knew that today he was hit one after another, oh my god!

Surrounded by so many goblins!

To die, will goblins eat people?

Cheng Yanding touched his head in fear, feeling like a Tang monk who entered the Pansi Cave.

In addition, there is another very scary thing, his master Dao Ling is also mixed with goblins, does this also mean that his master is a goblin!

He joined the sect of the Demon Dao, and originally thought he was a demon slayer, but the truth is—he was on a thief ship, and he was a villain who was slayered and slayered.

Cheng Yanding, who has read many fantasy novels, couldn't help but have his brain opened up.

His master demon said, would he collude with this group of goblins, engage in tourism to attract tourists, and then use this to eat people to absorb energy... Every day, there are one or two tourists in Qingquan Village, and one or two are missing. No surprise...

Oh my god, Cheng Yanding grabbed his sleeves tightly. Will he be forced to obey their orders and help find "food" in the future?

His face began to turn pale, what should he do if he entered the den of thieves, Cheng Yanding was nervous, looking at Shen Zhoucheng who had a half-smile in front of him, he felt cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Shen Chenchen... Boss Shen, what am I going to do in the future, do you want to help you find that... food? Food?" Cheng Yanding's voice trembled, and after saying this, his whole body was shaking like chaff.

Shen Zhoucheng: "..."

He glanced at Cheng Yanding, the expression on the other party's face was so readable that Shen Zhoucheng could roughly guess what the other party was thinking at this moment.

I have to say that Shen Zhoucheng admires the brain hole of the person in front of him very much. He has the same style as Xie Yihao, and he presumably is a brain tonic emperor.

To deal with such brain tonic emperors, Shen Zhoucheng can't help but want to cooperate with them.

So he showed a sinister smile, glanced at Cheng Yanding with a "very deep" look, raised his hand and patted Cheng Yanding on the shoulder, and agreed with a childish tone: "Yes, that's right, In the future, some special foods on our side will be entrusted to you to help 'care' and 'care'."

After all, when Cheng Yanding's face became paler and paler, Shen Zhoucheng nodded with satisfaction: "You are of the same nature as them, and we can rest assured if you take care of them."

How does it feel to fall from heaven to hell in a second?

some special food?The same attribute as him... Isn't that - human?

Cheng Yanding's eyes were desperate. He used to think about exorcising demons and defending the way, but he never thought that he would follow his master and fall into the way of demons.

From then on, he stood on the opposite side of human beings.

Cheng Yanding's expression was ashen, it's over, it's over, his whole life is over.

"Heavy... Boss? Those special and special foods were locked up, oh no, where is it?" Cheng Yanding stuttered intermittently, almost unable to say a word Clearly, he didn't dare to look Shen Zhoucheng directly in the eyes.

Since Shen Zhoucheng is called Boss Shen by everyone, the Qingbi Mountain on the surface belongs to the other party, and the other party has a clear grasp of the details of each goblin, what does this mean?

It shows that Boss Shen is a peerless monster!

In the week I left a few days ago, maybe it was a retreat to enjoy a "gourmet meal".

I don't know whether it is fried or fried, or Shen Dayao eats it raw! !

If I accidentally say the wrong thing now, will Shen Dayao be in a bad mood and want to eat people... The more Cheng Yanding thinks about it, the more ugly his face becomes, and he is afraid that Shen Zhoucheng in front of him will turn his face on the spot and open his mouth Swallowed him straight in.

The old god Shen Zhoucheng nodded, smiled and said to Cheng Yanding: "Do you want to see those special foods? Well, it just so happens that the batch that was recently raised in captivity has reached maturity and can be eaten."

"I was thinking about them all the time I walked this way."

"I can't wait to take them apart and eat them right away. Maybe you haven't eaten them yet? I believe you will like them after eating them once..."

Shen Zhoucheng's words were ambiguous, which directly aggravated Cheng Yanding's speculation, and his heart fell to the bottom.

Cheng Yanding himself couldn't see his own face, his face was as pale as paper, and he was sweating profusely. Fortunately, he has a big bald head, if he had hair, it would probably be soaked in sweat.

"You follow me, and I will take you to meet them."

Cheng Yanding was so frightened that he was trembling all over, what else could he do besides nodding his head blindly?

He doesn't want to be eaten!

Shen Zhoucheng turned around and was about to take him to take care of special food. At this time, the little white dumpling lying in his arms woke up, lying in his arms, rubbing his eyes curiously, and comfortably resting on Shen Zhoucheng's chest. After rubbing it up, he happily licked his paw.

Cheng Yanding noticed the little white fox in Shen Zhoucheng's arms. This white fox was special enough. It was because of this white fox that he stayed in Qingquan Village that day... Now that I think about it, this white fox is much smarter than ordinary animals. Will also be...fox, fox, vixen...

Shen Zhoucheng saw the little fox staring at him in a daze, smiled and nodded, "That's right, it's what you imagined."

Cheng Yanding's face was even more desperate, my God, there is still a vixen here.

"You'd better not look at it a few times, this is my daughter-in-law."

Cheng Yanding's heart was ashamed, completely desperate.

As a vixen's wife, what kind of powerful big monster Shen is in front of me? Is he the kind who eats people and doesn't put salt in them?