"Gongliang, I'm rich. ”

Ayina flicked her two pigtails and said excitedly: "Now that the old man bird gives me money every month, I have money." You can buy whatever you want, and you won't have the money to buy anything like before. ”

Although it was a long time ago, and everyone around her knew about it, she still couldn't wait to tell everyone who didn't know about this happy news.

"He's so good?" said Gongliang in surprise.

"Hmm"

Aina nodded heavily, now the old man was kind to her.

However, Gongliang sensed some frustration from the following conversation.

You must know that in the past, Ayina didn't get paid for working on the side of the bird, but later she went back to the tribe and brought a few girls over, and the girl was afraid that they would be tired of working and had no money to take, so she colluded and ran away, so she reluctantly gave a little salary. Later, Ayina was able to play an inferior divine soldier, and the bird slippery began to give her a commission, but it was very rare, and it was not paid until the end of the month. In this way, Ayina was also grateful to Dade and presented a good person award to the bird slippery.

It's just that compared to before, Ayina's life is undoubtedly much better.

In order to get closer to each other, Momen finally accepted Ayina and several Dayan girls as disciples.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise, although the people of Dayan were not flexible and could not innovate, they could be created according to the style of the mechanism he gave. The most important thing for a branch of Momen, like the Bird Slider, is not to develop and innovate, but to inherit.

With the ability of Dayan people, innovation may not be enough, but it is more than enough to pass on the sect.

It's a pity that it's not Dongtu, which is the biggest regret of the bird.

If he is not from Dongtu, it means that he cannot inherit the position of Momen's great son, so he has to continue to look for Dongtu disciples.

As Ayina spoke, she swaggered forward with Gongliang and the others. After a while, Gongliang noticed that they seemed to be walking in the direction of the Great Yanbu's temple station.

Sure enough, a moment later, they came to the Da Yan station.

It was exactly noon, and the people of the station gathered for dinner.

Ayina walked to the door of the kitchen on the left with a group of people in high spirits, and shouted at a big Yan man who was cooking for someone: "Ryuka, get me a bucket of rice and a pot of tiger bean stewed beef, and give them another one." ”

Gongliang thought that she really invited herself to dinner, but she didn't expect that she came to the station to eat mixed rice.

After Ayina finished speaking, she turned her head and said to Gongliang seriously: "Our tribe's rice is cooked with low-grade spiritual rice, which is very delicious, and you can grow your strength after eating it." ”

When Ryuka heard Aina's words, she stretched out her head to look at Gongliang and the others.

He didn't know Gongliang, and when he saw Jingshu and a few Dongtu people, he couldn't help but be puzzled: "Aina, the food in the station can only be eaten by our tribesmen, and outsiders are not allowed to come to eat." ”

Ayina glared and shouted: "You bastard, are you like the four fools, your brains are broken, and you don't know anyone." Don't look at who this is, he is Gongliang from the ancestral land, the first place in the last ten-year festival ring competition, and the winner of a hundred consecutive battles. If he can't eat here, who else can come. ”

Ryuka knows this.

"Hurry up, hurry up. Several of the ladies next to her waited impatiently and cried out.

Although Ryuka is stout, he has just left the tribe to go out for training.

Now that I am being called by several girls, I feel so shameless, and I can't help but look at the people who are eating, hoping that they will uphold justice.

The poor man who was eating noticed his gaze, and quickly pretended not to see it, and buried his head in eating. Just kidding, how can the tribal girls be easy to deal with? But it's okay in the past, if you were beaten down by those girls in the past, you won't be laughed to death if you spread the word.

Ryuka didn't expect these guys to be so unrighteous, thanks to the fact that he usually gave them a little more when he was cooking, and the dishes didn't shake, next time he must learn to shake them a few more times, so that they can't see the meat.

"Little thing, where's my food?"

Ryuka was thinking about how to retaliate, when he suddenly heard a cheer in his ears, and turned his head to see the yellow-eyed and red-faced elder Dao Meng appeared beside him at some point.

"Elder, your high-grade spiritual rice is hot inside, I'll go get it right away. ”

"Hmm"

The knife replied, turned his head to look around, and found Gongliang, wondering how he was here. After another look, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted, "Boy, why are you so high in cultivation?"

I remember that when this little thing left the Great Wilderness and traveled to the Eastern Lands, it was still in the Cave Heaven or the Spirit Realm, and how could it have reached the Illusory Realm after not seeing it for a few years.

How is this possible?

He thought he was dazzled, so he looked at it again, but found that it was still illusory.

For a moment, his eyes were about to bulge.

Gongliang scratched his head embarrassedly and said: "I buried my head in cultivation when the sect was fine, but I didn't expect that after practicing, I would reach this realm." ”

Dao Meng heard his words, and his red face slowly turned black. There are still people in this world who can practice and reach the realm of illusory silence? So how can he cultivate for so many years and still stay motionless in this realm? Feeling that Gongliang was teasing himself, he snorted, took the food that Ryuka had brought out, and turned to leave.

"Boy, don't say I didn't tell you. With your current cultivation, you can enter the temple again, don't lose this opportunity. ”

Gongliang didn't expect the elder to transmit his voice, and he thought he was angry and left.

However, he didn't have the idea of going to the temple right away, and wanted to wait until he returned from Yanbe to visit the temple.

Seeing that he knew the elders, Ryuka didn't say anything more and began to cook for them.

Although Mi Gu's mouth is now raised, he doesn't dare to be interested in things made by inferior spiritual objects. But the tiger bean stew boiled in a big pot is very delicious, and it arouses the little guy's gluttony for a while, and whether it is something that is not cooked with spiritual energy, it also follows the baba, and it is delicious to eat.

However, the little guy is quite conscientious.

After eating, he didn't forget to pat the poop's ass and said: "Baba, this bean bean stew beef and beef meat is not as delicious as what you made, and the bean bean stew beef and beef meat cooked in Baba is delicious." ”

Jingshu, Yanshu, and Yushu laughed when they heard this.

Gongliang couldn't help but hug the cute little thing and rubbed her little head with his chin. This little thing is really cute.

After eating and resting for a while, he went with Ayina and the others to visit the poultry slippery and the old Confucian who had no name of master and apprentice, but had a sense of teaching.

In the backyard of Qingyang Book House, the water is in the middle of the small Xie, the stove is hot, and the clay pot is boiling.

The old Confucian man picked up the clay pot and washed the water into the pot to wash it and make tea.

Gongliang looked at the courtyard, where a few new branches had grown next to the yellow and white crab chrysanthemums planted on the right side of the pool, and the thick golden cinnamon on the left was also covered with a new coat. Here and now, the person is still the same person, but the scene is no longer the time.

A curling fragrance of tea wafted over with the wind, and the old Confucian raised the pottery cup and signaled to Gongliang and the three sisters of the Yan family, "Please." ”

Gongliang took the pottery cup and saluted, "Please." ”

"Please. Jingshu also saluted with her two younger sisters.

Gongliang looked at the pottery cup, and the golden tea soup like jade amber came into his eyes, and he took a sip gently, the taste was still the same as back then, with a sweetness in the astringency.

Jingshu and the others have also drunk the tea leaves fried by the tea tree seeds in the old Confucian courtyard, but the seeds are planted in the place where the spiritual energy of the space is abundant, and it has changed into spiritual tea, and the spiritual energy contained in the tea leaves is no longer comparable to that of the mother tree. It's just that in addition to the aura, the sub-plant is missing some years of precipitation and a little less charm.

Mi Gu didn't like to drink tea, so he took out the small spirit gourd and poured it with venom juice.

"I haven't seen him for a few years, but the master is still in the same spirit as before. I just took a look and noticed that there seemed to be more students in the library than before. ”

"It's a little bit more, indeed. ”

The old Confucian touched his white beard and said: "The Great Wilderness is rich in products, and the people of the East are profitable, so more and more people come here to do business, and some even move here with their families. These children will always be enlightened, so they will come to me. Coupled with the desolate people in the temple, there are more and more people who are reading. ”

In this way, it has caused the master to work hard. ”

The old Confucian shook his head and said, "Teaching and educating people, why do you have to work hard." ”

Afraid of disturbing the master, Gongliang had a conversation with him, and after giving him the gifts he had brought from Dongtu, he took his leave and left.

The old Confucian sent them to the door, and the old servant Mo Li accompanied him, looking at the back of Gongliang leaving, and sighed leisurely: "I haven't seen you for a few years, the little guy who was still in the Cave Heaven Realm back then has actually cultivated to the realm of phantom silence, it is really a reminder of the years!"

"Hehe, we're getting old. ”

"Not really. ”