In-house help system

The daily routine of killing gods: catching monsters, drinking tea and playing chess.

Every time before he went out to slay demons, he had to draw a picture on the case, and he didn't know why.

After returning, he put the painting into the big box in the southwest corner.

Ji Wenliang had seen that big box, it was full of paintings, it seemed like it couldn't hold it anymore, but it could hold it every time.

On this day, Shi Shen went out to catch demons again.

Ji Wenliang looked down at the painting on the case, and there was still a monster he didn't recognize in the painting, looking very fierce.

It is expected that it will take a long time to subdue this monster.

Sure enough, after several days, Shi Shen did not come back.

He was originally a person who could guard against loneliness, and there was a time when Shi Shen didn't return for a long time before.

But for some reason, this time his heart was always up and down, and he couldn't be at peace.

It was several days again, Ji Wenliang couldn't wait any longer.

Zhu Yang Shenjun once gave him a few pieces of talisman paper, saying that the movement technique was sealed inside, if one day he wanted to go for a stroll in the Qiyang Palace, just tear off the talisman paper.

Zhu Yang Shenjun has a very good relationship with Shenshen, maybe he knows the whereabouts of Shenshen.

Thinking of this, Ji Wenliang tore open the talisman paper.

The outside of Qiyang Hall seems to be no different from the past, the sun is scorching hot, and the hibiscus flowers in the garden are all red.

Ji Wenliang took a step forward, but was blocked by the light red barrier.

In the past, the barrier of Qiyang Palace would never stop him, so why can't he get in today?

His heart tightened, and he stretched out his palm towards the barrier again.

Sure enough, it was bounced back again.

The enchantment vibrated, and the people in the hall could naturally feel it.

Zhu Yang Shenjun wanted to turn around and go out to have a look, but was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by the person lying on the bed.

After suffering such a serious injury, why is he still so strong?

The person on the bed moved his lips, and said solemnly, "Don't let him in."

After speaking, he passed out and lost consciousness.

Lord Zhu Yang sighed.

He is a person who can tell the difference between the important and the important. The person on the bed is his friend for many years, and the person outside the hall is a little fairy servant.

A celestial servant turned into a grass.

This grass has three lives.

Some things may just be destiny.

With a wave of Zhu Yang Shenjun, the light red barrier disintegrated.

Ji Wenliang originally wanted to force his way in, but the barrier suddenly disappeared. He was unprepared for a moment and fell down.

At this moment, he didn't care about the pain in his body, he quickly got up from the ground and ran into the hall.

A burst of bloody air rushed over.

Ji Wenliang's heart trembled, and he took a few steps forward. When he saw the person on the bed, he was startled.

"The primordial spirit itself was damaged, and it was seriously injured."

Lord Zhu Yang explained.

Ji Wenliang nodded, indicating that he understood.

I can't help but secretly blame myself for my carelessness.

Presumably, the days in Luojing Mountain were so comfortable that he forgot about the harm of killing the soul.

If he had been healed earlier, wouldn't this disaster have been avoided?

But now it's useless to think too much, Ji Wenliang walked to the bed.

Vermilion lips lifted slightly, and softly recited the incantation.

A cyan mist emanated from Ji Wenliang's surroundings.

This mist seems to be alive, flowing and gathering.

Finally, it condensed into a light blue bead, hanging in mid-air.

Ji Wenliang stretched out his hand and flattened his palm.

The beads flickered and fell onto the palm of his hand.

He stepped forward and fed the beads into the mouth of Killing God.

This movement naturally consumed a lot of physical strength, Ji Wenliang felt relieved when he saw that Shi Shen's frowning brows relaxed a little.

As soon as the breath in my heart was released, my body couldn't hold it up and passed out.

When he woke up again, Ji Wenliang found himself lying on the couch.

As soon as he turned his head, the eyes full of lanterns extended to the entrance of the hall.

Since the sun came, these lanterns were not lit during the day.

At night, it lights up again.

Looks like it's night now.

Sweeping down, there was a black shadow in front of the case.

Killing God was sitting with his back to him.

Ji Wenliang sat up from the couch, still a little dizzy.

He covered his head, slowed down for a while, got off the couch, and approached the shadow.

sat down.

Curly mist emerges from the celadon tea mouth.

Ji Wenliang picked up a teacup and then the teapot, the tea poured out, and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing.

Holding the teacup in both hands, he held it up to Shi Shen's eyes.

Killing God gave him an indifferent look, took the teacup, but didn't drink it.

With a slight force, slight cracks appeared on the surface of the cup.

Suddenly, the cup shattered into powder, and the tea flowed down his fingers.

Ji Wenliang didn't look happy to see him either, and didn't quite understand.

Isn't this a compliance system?Also conform to my heart?Isn't it great?

After thinking about it for a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "Does Shenjun feel better?"

Shi Shen didn't return to him, turned around and left in a huff.

Killing God was inexplicably angry and disappeared for a few days.

There is no painting on the case, and I don't know where it went.

When he came back, he was holding a stack of scrolls in his hand.

Went to the front of the case and put it down.

Ji Wenliang looked down, but couldn't see what it was.

He doesn't know the words here.

Killing God asked: "Do you want to learn magic?"

"Ding! The protagonist asks you a question: Do you want to learn spells? We are searching for alternative answers for you... The search is over, please choose: A. Yes; B. Don't"

"The risk is being estimated for you... The estimate is complete: after choosing A, the world stability value will increase to 70%; after choosing B, the world stability value will decrease to 50%, please choose carefully."

As a qualified Immortal Servant, in the future he will definitely help kill gods and subdue demons.

Spells must be learned.

Ji Wenliang nodded and said, "Yes."

Killing God said: "Since this is the case, then you should memorize these first."

After speaking, lift your legs and leave.

Endorsing books is not a difficult task. Ji Wenliang has lived two lifetimes and has memorized countless books, but...

Ji Wenliang grabbed Shi Shen who was about to leave.

"God Lord?"

Killing God raised his eyebrows.

"I... can't read."

How could a fairy grass be literate?

There seemed to be a trace of embarrassment on Shi Shen's face.

Sure enough, flowers can't be raised, and neither can people.

Ji Wenliang only felt Cao Sheng was confused.

So the matter of learning spells can only be put aside.

There are some things that one can learn without being taught by others, and some things that one cannot learn alone.

So the task of teaching Ji Wenliang to read and write fell on Shi Shen.

Ji Wenliang arranged pens, inks, papers and inkstones every day, and sat next to Shishen in front of the case.

He is already smart, but he is [-]% attentive. After studying for a few days, he has gained a lot.

For example, I learned to hold a pen and learned many words.

It's just not very well written.

The characters of killing gods are always flamboyant, powerful, revealing publicity and domineering.

Ji Wenliang was able to copy his fonts, but he couldn't copy the charm inside.

It seems a bit nondescript.

So Shi Shen frowned every time he picked up the rice paper and looked at it.

Ji Wenliang was a little embarrassed, and wanted to snatch the rice paper back, but endured it again.

Just logistics and practice.

Recognition and writing are things that cannot be rushed.

In my spare time, I play chess.

Of course Ji Wenliang doesn't know how to play chess, but he just thinks that the posture of killing God holding black pieces is very beautiful.

Although he wanted to learn, he didn't dare to bother Shishen again. He just offered him some tea and watched from the sidelines when Shishen was playing chess.

Killing God, however, saw what he meant, and found some chess books from somewhere, and began to teach him how to play chess bit by bit.

This game of chess is much more interesting than writing. Ji Wenliang studied it for a few days and became obsessed.

On this day, Killing God suddenly said to Ji Wenliang: "You can play chess with Zhu Yang Shenjun."

God Lord Zhu Yang used to come here all the time, but a while ago, because of something, Slaughter God was so angry that he set up an extra barrier on Luojing Mountain.

Specialized against fire attributes.

In fact, Ji Wenliang was very sorry. He rescued Shishen voluntarily. After all, it had nothing to do with Zhu Yang Shenjun, so it was really unreasonable for Shishen to vent his anger.

He didn't know that after killing God, he did a lot of unreasonable things.

"Then shall we go now?" Ji Wenliang stood up and asked.

"Where?"

"Go to Qiyang Hall."

"You can only play chess here."

What should I do?

Should we go to Qiyang Hall first, and then come back with Zhuyang Shenjun?

Do you want to walk jellyfish?

"Did you know that there is a spell called character transmission?"

Killing God spread out his palms, a cluster of black air emerged from his palms, and he stood against the wind.

The black air gradually condensed and turned into a small bird.

The little bird flapped its wings, circled around the hall, turned back again, and fell into the hands of God Killer.

He raised his hand, and the black bird immediately turned into a line of characters and floated in the air.

"If you want to find Zhu Yang Shenjun, you must first learn how to pass characters."

Only then did Ji Wenliang remember that he has been obsessed with playing chess these days, but he forgot to practice spells.

This is a disguised way to remind him not to indulge in fun.

Unexpectedly, this Killing God is a good teacher.

"Also ask the gods to advise."

With the encouragement, Ji Wenliang is much more attentive than before.

When the first bird appeared in the palm of my hand, I was naturally very happy.

This is a blue bird.

He was very surprised, "Why is my bird blue? Shenjun's bird is black?"

In recent days, Master Shishen has become more and more respectable as a master.

Answer all questions and do your best.

That being the case, Ji Wenliang didn't hold back, and asked questions openly and freely.

But as soon as he asked this question, he regretted it.

The color of the word-passing bird seems to be related to aura.

For example, if the god-killing aura is black, what condenses out is a black bird.

Now he only has blue and white, and he is already a "two-color fairy". Shouldn't the condensed bird be blue?

When I mentioned this, I couldn't help but think of saving lives.

Ji Wenliang knew that Killing God was extremely unwilling to mention this matter.

He was horrified, the aura gathered in his palm dissipated, and the bird died before it could flicker its wings.

Killing God looked at it, but didn't say much, and said indifferently: "Invite Zhuyang Shenjun here."

Seeing that there was nothing unusual about his complexion, Ji Wenliang felt relieved and performed the word pass technique again.

Now that he doesn't have much magic power, these words should be condensed, and it is best to be condensed.

Then a blue bird reappeared in Ji Wenliang's palm, fluttering its wings, and flew out of Luojing Mountain with some unsteady center of gravity, flew across the great river, and entered Qiyang Hall.

Lord Zhu Yang saw a bird coming in from the hall, with a familiar aura, he waved his sleeves and took it.

The birds turned into a word in the air: chess.