Pigeon fine note

The special medicine of Bliss Palace is very useful, and Gu Zeming's injury healed faster than he expected.Within two days, he was able to get out of bed and walk normally, but the movements should not be too big.

As the injury got better, Gu Zeming began to think.

Regardless of whether he can get that thing or not, it is imperative for him to marry... ah no, marrying the Demon Lord.But if he didn't get it, there might not be such a good chance to get Mozun to agree to marry him in the future.

Hmm... so we still need to get in touch more.

So Gu Zeming bravely tried to talk to Mozun for the first time after watching Mozun give him medicine with trepidation: "By the way... what are you doing here?"

These days, he has almost gotten used to the vile behavior of the Mozun personally giving him medicine and intimidating him.But even if he was used to it, he still couldn't stop panicking—after all, the pain from the sword was so painful that he couldn't forget it, and his body was reflexively uncomfortable—he had never suffered from this kind of suffering since he was a child.

Xingbian glanced lightly at Gu Zeming: "Miao Jizi remembered his job and started to inquire?"

Gu Zeming: "..."

yes!He almost forgot that he still wanted to inquire about information!

Gu Zeming's expression was so easy to understand, Xingbian immediately understood: "You came to Wuwuyuan just to find out my whereabouts?"

Gu Zeming: "..."

He seems to have revealed something.

"What?" Xing Bian leaned forward and moved closer to Gu Zeming, "Aren't you going to marry me? We're all in the same family... What are you hiding from me?"

Gu Zeming: "..." There seems to be some truth in saying this.In this way, is it considered a successful connection?

Anyway, the senior sister didn't tell him that he couldn't tell others about this task.What's more, Mozun knew about Miaojizi.

So Gu Zeming nodded: "Yes, Senior Sister wants me to inquire about you."

Xingbian: "..." Is this stupid?It was very unfulfilling for him to confess so quickly.

"Someone offered to buy my news?" Then he thought of something, raised his eyebrows, "Who? What are you buying for?"

"... I shouldn't be able to say this, right? Besides, I don't really know..." Gu Zeming scratched his head, "Why don't you send a pigeon to ask?"

He estimated and calculated: "But this news should be quite expensive... It feels like a sky-high price..."

Seeing Gu Zeming like this, Xingbian knew that there was nothing to ask, so he straightened up: "You are so useless, what are you marrying for?"

Gu Zeming: "..." I was hurt.

"Senior sister and sister like you...what do you like about you?" Xing Bian said with disgust, "If you want to be cultivated but not cultivated, you need to be brainless."

Gu Zeming: "..." He is just a poor and innocent pigeon, why do you have such high demands on him.

"You have lived for so many years, what have you been doing?" Xing Bian said, "Sleep late?"

"...Eating, drinking and having fun." Gu Zeming said weakly.

Star Change: "..."

No wonder the group of "righteous" monks have become more and more silent over the years, not to mention ascension, and it is rare to see even those whose cultivation level is enough to reach the catastrophe.It seems that there are too many waste bastards who only care about pleasure.

"If I have to say... I have some skills too..." Gu Zeming tried hard to justify himself, "I cook, embroider, build bird's nests... I have been ordering for ten years... "

Although he was too procrastinated to queue so late...

Xing Bian: "... What kind of skills are these? Normal monks have long been bigu, who do you cook for?"

"You don't understand." Gu Zeming said happily, "My ingredients are all obtained from spiritual power, without a trace of impurities, and will not hinder cultivation at all. The appearance and taste are exactly the same as normal dishes, rich in variety and taste. It is diverse and well received by monks, and Shensuan Pavilion even opened a special business because of it.”

He is the income-generating treasure of the Divine Fortune Pavilion.When the master decided to drive him down the mountain to practice, I don't know how many fellow students were reluctant to part with him.

"..." Xingbian looked at Gu Zeming, "How do you make the same taste?"

"No matter what kind of dish it is," Gu Zeming said to himself, "I can remember the taste once I taste it."

Xingbian: "So you don't indica yourself? Eat things that hinder your practice all day long?"

Gu Zeming: "..."

Speechless.

Star Change: "..."

Another reason for this guy's low cultivation was found.