Chapter One Hundred and Eight

For this gathering, Nanzhuang is considered to have made a bloody investment, he is considered a casual cultivator, even if he makes friends all over the world, he can't change this matter, but who said that there are no good things in the hands of casual cultivation, and when the cultivation reaches a certain level, there may be more good things in the hands of the disciples of the sect, not to mention that he has lived long enough.

The good man has grown up, shouldn't the first Mid-Autumn Festival be a good one, His Holiness is an unexpected joy to come, and the person who handed the post to His Holiness is not surprising when it is his turn.

Speaking of which, on what day was the last time you held a banquet, before or after the retreat, when you are old and have a poor memory, what else do you have to do for a serious banquet besides handing out posts?

There must be food, snacks, wine, and tricks, right, let's flip through the diary for the time being, what was the standard for the banquet in order to accept the apprentice's previous life, and what was the standard for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the past.

Hearing that the door was knocked, where could he care about turning the jade slip with his divine thoughts, and greeted him with a smile on his face, sure enough, he was his own Bing Xue smart little apprentice.

The three-year-old little guy is snow-white and cute, and his pace is already steady, and he can't wear a crown at a young age, so he brings a small hat, and his deep clothes are straight, which seems to be the same.

Recently, I am teaching him etiquette, the little guy is very interested in these, he is dressed like this for a few days, and there are some rules for talking and acting, as long as the little guy's three-minute heat can last until the Mid-Autumn Festival, no matter how he will have a long face.

With a smile on his face, he picked up the little apprentice and wrinkled his deep clothes, the little guy frowned and was not angry, giving up the difficult challenge of saluting in this posture, and slowly reminding Nanzhuang that noon was about to pass.

Remembering that the apprentice had not yet stepped into the road, and the child must not be hungry for a few hours, Nanzhuang, who felt guilty, took out a few pastries from his sleeve and coaxed the apprentice to fill his stomach first, and walked majestically like a kitchen.

Squinted, the child's eyes were as cunning as a fox, and he automatically interpreted Nanzhuang's proud back as the wind and the water was cold, so he was satisfied and picked up a piece and ate it.

It was in vain that he endured it for a long time before reminding Nanzhuang that he had passed the meal, and the master's cooking skills should really be able to eat one less bite, and now there are two or three pastries in his arms, and when the time comes, he only needs to put two bites on the table at will to make a look.

He didn't catch a cold at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, but for the sake of the master's careful preparation, well, he didn't hate it too much.

The last banquet was a shame, how could he be two years old at the time, and he was actually wrapped in swaddling clothes by the master and taken out to meet the guests while he was asleep, they were all more than two years old and still wrapped in swaddling clothes, even if he got a sachet that pleased him at first sight and many interesting things, it could not offset his shame.

This is enough black material for a lifetime, and the child's immature face is heavy, even if he hides in the yard after that banquet and does not go out, it can't offset it.

He took a big bite of the pastry, let the faint sweet fragrance permeate his mouth, and covered his stomach.

It's enough to fight for this kind of thing occasionally, and if you have more, it's not only an insult to your IQ, but the taste of hunger is not very good, and you get used to it when you eat dark food, but you can't get used to it when you're hungry.

For the sake of the height gauge in the future, it is better to eat on time.

He couldn't understand or refused to think about why Shizun had to cook by himself when there was a paper man, and the paper man made it was much better than his own cooking, and it was not dangerous.

Pretending to be an old man, he sighed, although the master said that he was given up by his family, in order to let him have a good future and not burden his family, after all, most of the cultivators have five disadvantages and three shortcomings, and it is very easy to affect the beloved if he continues to cut off his relatives.

But how did he find that most of the five disadvantages and three deficiencies in ancient books have a time limit, and most of the monks only choose one of them, and most of the others choose to be alone, and few people choose to be lonely or disabled, not all of them.

Although it is indeed difficult to bring relatives and friends, it is easy to bring relatives and friends, but it is not so terrifying, well, this is enough for the vast majority of people, not to mention giving up oneself to ensure that they live a long life, full of children and grandchildren, a healthy life, and countless money.

It is said that they set up a longevity card for the master, praying for peace and security, and also helped themselves burn the lantern in the Taoist temple.

That's enough, one step from the tenant, the children and grandchildren can study in the scientific examination, and they will have a good future in the next life, and they should be happy and happy in the future.

There is a master who cares about himself so much, and he is not happy, the best of both worlds, it is also good. I always feel that the master fooled his parents at the beginning, at least the disaster of five disadvantages and three shortcomings has been expanded.

The master said that he was a genius to think so much at a young age, and he was also a person with wisdom, but he didn't realize anything, he was still too young and stupid, otherwise he would learn the Tao as soon as possible, and he might be able to help the master prolong his life.

Ordinary people take pleasure in living a long life, but most of them in the cultivation world are thousands of years old, and the master is already more than three thousand years old, although he has not said it explicitly, he always feels that the master only has a lifespan of five or six hundred years.

If you cultivate well during this period of time and reach a level like Venerable Lingya, you can prolong your master's lifespan until the end of five thousand years.

If Yu Qingchen knew that this child could directly see Nanzhuang's remaining life without anyone mentioning it, and through several sleeping or waking bystanders, he would not be stingy to extend Nanzhuang's lifespan.

Hundreds of millions of years ago, she did things to extend the life of others, although the price is a little bigger, it is not that she can't afford it, such a talented child, she doesn't mind taking care of it, it seems that it is tens of thousands of years to protect the tide of thought from Xizi.

In every era, there will be one or two Tianjiao who seems to be loved by heaven and earth, an excellent qualification like a little guy who lasts for two lifetimes, and the peerless talent shown in this life is enough to move Yu Qingchen.

It's inconvenient to teleport when the kitchen explodes, worried that because he doesn't care about hurting the baby apprentice in the end, Nanzhuang is now gray-headed, squinting, with black and gray faces, and his hair is messy and ready to re-pancake.

I don't know if two or three pieces of pastry are enough to pad my stomach, why the more I think about cooking faster, the slower it will be, and adding spiritual power to the stove to heat up won't make the cake get better faster, why did it paste in an instant and then exploded together with the pot.

He quickly caught the coke that fell from the beams of the house, gave up the idea of tasting it, and threw it into the stove.