Thank you Master for not killing [Sword Three]

As soon as these words came out, the two looked at each other, and the air was suddenly quiet.

After looking at each other for a long time, Daojing finally said: "I understand, what should I do then?"

In ancient times, there was a Buddha who cut meat to feed eagles. Today, he is indeed harming people’s property first, and being a dog...in fact, it can be regarded as a practice. Daojing is not only not angry, but also seriously wants to carry out this great cause of being a dog. .

Su Che's side was just talking casually for fun, because he never thought that the other party would really agree so willingly.

At least in his opinion, a dog who can be willing to be another person is either deeply servile or has a serious tendency to tremble. He sees Daojing as neither, so he can accept it so well.

Su Che couldn't come up with anything, and he could only attribute it to the fact that maybe Buddhist disciples are serious and naturally generous.

But playing like this is meaningless. The reason why he wants to play this way is to appreciate the hero's struggling and unable to compromise. Now that he can't see such a good show, it will be boring to continue playing like this.

With a light chuckle, Su Che said out of boredom, "Cut, you're so boring to play around with. Forget it, I don't need a dog like you. You'll be my free assistant from today on. Is there a deadline..." He glanced up and down at Daojing, "Just until I get bored."

At any rate, having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, Dao Jing basically knows what an assistant should do, and he is very straightforward when he deserves it, "Okay, I will try my best to do my job as an assistant."

After explaining these things, Su Che acted as if he was not interested in talking to Daojing, went up to the second floor, opened the innermost room, walked in and closed the door, leaving Daojing alone upstairs. Stay in the living room.

Looking at the two goblets on the table, the decanter on the side, and the phonograph still in operation, he was asked to be an assistant. Daojing immediately switched modes, picked up the goblets and sent them to the kitchen for cleaning. Started to work.

Bored in the game room, playing single-player games bored, when a game level was cleared, Su Che stretched his waist, looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, rubbed his empty stomach, and followed Su Che's habit. Che opened the door and prepared to swim downstairs to the kitchen to find some snacks to satisfy his hunger.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I got downstairs, I could smell a fragrant smell. Following the smell, I saw Daojing busy in the kitchen.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Dao Jing guessed that Su Che had come down without turning his head, "Wait a while, the meal will be ready soon."

Su Che stood there in a daze, didn't respond for a long time, and at the end, reluctantly said "oh" a little arrogantly, but he did sit obediently in the dining room and wait as Dao Jing said.

Ten minutes later, the food was on the table. Seeing the three dishes and one soup that looked good, Su Che's eyes lit up, but he pretended to be disgusted and said, "Master, how can I eat these clear soups and side dishes!" The proud attitude of "don't eat unless you practice, and don't drink if you don't have Liquan".

But this time Su Che wanted to be arrogant, but his stomach let out a growl against his will.

The next moment, the tip of Su Che's ear turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Without saying anything, Su Che began to plan the rice vigorously after taking the rice bowl, which made it superfluous to say anything.

Daojing didn't try to expose Su Che's stubbornness, he ate his food slowly, he didn't even appear to be in a hurry or arrogant or impatient while eating. After finishing, he stretched out his hand directly, "Are you still eating? I'll serve it for you."

Holding the bowl, Su Che tried to keep the last trace of his dignity, but thinking that he was already so humiliated, he simply broke the jar and handed the bowl over.

Watching the back of the other party going away, Su Che finally choked out a sentence, "Also... don't hold too much, I have to keep fit."

Hearing this statement, Dao Jing heard this, and recalling the thin body of this kid that he could lift up with one hand, he didn't think that the other party needed to maintain his figure, it was better for young people to be stronger, so that the wind would blow The body that can be blown away is worrying.

But he didn't take it upon himself to teach others how to do things. The other party wanted to eat less, and he didn't deliberately serve more.

After the meal was finished, the two of them had swept away the dishes on the table until there was not even a scum left.

After eating, Su Che leaned against the door of the kitchen, looked at Daojing who was busy washing dishes inside, and rarely said much without being so domineering: "Have you ever been a cook before?" To be honest, the cooking skills of his free assistant are Really good.

Daojing replied while he was busy: "I used to have a teacher in charge... the family's meals, after a long time, I became proficient."

At first, when he didn’t become a true disciple, he was a fire-headed monk on Shaoshi Mountain. Later, he was picked up by the abbot master and accepted as a closed disciple. Then he started to get in touch with Shaolin’s core martial arts. If he hadn't caught up with the Anshi Rebellion and was ordered to go down the mountain by his teacher, maybe he could take over the mantle of his master and the old man and carry forward Shaolin martial arts.

But this is all for later, the Jianghu in his memory does not exist in this world now, let alone the Shaoshi Mountain where he grew up...

Thinking of this, Daojing inevitably felt depressed.

Su Che's kung fu of observing words and expressions was still very good, and he tasted a little taste of the story, so he asked: "Then what happened later? How did you get into this?"

Comparing to the nastiness at the beginning, it is quite unusual for Su Che to be able to chat with others in such a peaceful way.

Dao Jing didn't answer this question right away, and Su Che didn't urge him either. After all, cannibalism is weaker than hand. He just quietly waited for Dao Jing to finish his work, and looked at the other party to show that he was still willing to listen.

Take off the apron and do the final finishing.

Dao Jing looked at Su Che quietly, not knowing why, at that moment, Dao Jing actually had the urge to tell the truth about her life experience, but the words were swallowed back when they reached her mouth.

This is too unbelievable, at first he himself did not want to believe that such a thing would happen.

After hesitating to the end, Dao Jing just sighed, "They are all gone, I can't go back to them, as for myself...I admit that I have failed at work these years, at least that's what my friends say about me .”

Scrubbing his chin, Su Che asked curiously, "So what did you do before, so you're not a cook?"

Dao Jing shook his head, and then said, "I used to be an artist in Starlight Entertainment, but after so many years of debut, I failed to achieve anything, and finally the company terminated my contract."

As soon as these words came out, Su Che's expression was a bit complicated. In the end, he burst into laughter. He bent over and patted his thighs, "Uncle, don't you tease me? Are you the only one who debuted? Become a star?" Su Che Laughing so much that I can't take care of myself, "Farewell, farewell, people just look at your wooden face and are not interested in listening to your singing or dancing."

Having laughed enough, Su Che asked, "So why did you debut?"

Dao Jing was also asked, why, he didn’t seem to have done anything, “The company first asked me to learn singing and dancing, I couldn’t learn those, and then arranged for me to participate in a talent show, I was not selected, and then the company arranged I went to work as a graphic model, but I refused, and then the company didn’t pay much attention to me, and I didn’t have the money to terminate the contract, so I went to the crew to be a stuntman.”

What he said made Su Che feel even more baffled. Su Che looked up and down again at Dao Jing, who was still handsome enough to look like a tough guy, "Are you sure you are going to be a substitute instead of letting someone else take your place?"

Dao Jing nodded firmly.

"So your acting skills are not bad?" Su Che asked.

Unexpectedly, Dao Jing immediately shook his head, "I'm only responsible for going to the crew to act as a dead person and to be a martial artist to help fight or be beaten."

"Then it doesn't really require acting skills." Su Che asked again, "Do you know martial arts?"

Daojing nodded, "I understand."

This is of course modesty. A true disciple of Shaolin Temple, a master of both Yijinxie and marrow cultivation, said that he has a little knowledge of martial arts, so it can be said that he is as humble as his grandma.

"Then you show me some tricks?" People have said so, of course they have to give the other party a chance to show their strengths.

So Dao Jing greeted Su Che and began to practice in the living room.

With a solid foundation in every move and style, Su Che followed the opponent with his eyes the whole time, and didn't even dare to blink his eyes, for fear of missing any wonderful moments.

When Daojing finished practicing a set of exercises, Su Che couldn't help applauding him. After the applause, Su Che looked at Daojing with a complicated expression.

After holding back for a long while, he suddenly said, "Is your company healthy? Isn't it good for you to be a star?"

"Ah?" Daojing was dumbfounded by these words, "A star?" Even though he has been around for so many years, perhaps because he is too Buddhist, in Daojing's view, to be a star is to be able to sing and dance, like He who only knows how to practice martial arts seems to have no future.

Now that Su Che heard the word "strike a star", Dao Jing was stunned as if the door to a new world had been opened.

"I dare say that if you take the route of stardom, there are not many people in China who can beat you. If you really can't do it, it's better for you to participate in free fighting than you are in the entertainment industry." Su Che made a look Looking around for a long time, "By the way, what is the name of the company you work for?"

"Starlight Entertainment." Dao Jing answered honestly.

"No wonder, it's no wonder that such a small third-rate workshop can cultivate talents." Su Che mocked, then fell into deep thought, and finally clapped his hands and said: "Well, I'll take you, I think you can be popular!"

Hearing what Su Che said, Dao Jing asked, "Are you the manager of an entertainment company?"

"Master, I'm better at talking than those pheasants." Saying so, Su Che grinned arrogantly, "King of the Chinese music scene, let me know, I'll make you a little star, it's more than enough, right?"

Perhaps it was the confident and proud brilliance in the young man's words that attracted Dao Jing to yearn for it. When the other party said such words, Dao Jing didn't feel that the other party was bragging. On the contrary, he suddenly felt that the young man in front of him was not arrogant. It doesn't make sense.

After all, the sun itself is supposed to be high above and shroud all living beings in its light.

And he is one of the insignificant and insignificant figures illuminated by its brilliance.