After drinking the decoction made by Yanyu himself, Yan San slept for another hour, and when he opened his eyes again, it was close to noon, his stomach was empty, and there was no one in the room. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Look at the luggage on the ground, I didn't see him when Yuebai went out to hunt ghosts last night, and I don't know if this little white face has succeeded.

Shh Yan Sangongzi suddenly smiled bitterly, his brain burned out? Why do you still care about him?

"Smoke and rain? Straw bag? Little white face? After shouting a few times and no one answered, Yan San pushed open the door, the hotel he stayed in last night was a family hotel, the room was very large, and there was an independent living room in the middle, and there was no one in the other two rooms.

There were things buttoned on the table in the living room, Yan San rubbed his stomach and walked over to open it to see that it was a complete roast chicken.

Fog grass, it is rare that there are still things that have not entered Xiaodaogu's stomach, Yan Sangongzi didn't even bother to wash his hands and prepare to feast, after thinking about it, he turned back to the house and came out with "Maoshan Shuzhi", and it took a long time to find that what Yanyu gave him was a cookbook.

"I was led by the nose by a fool, Yan San, Yan San, you deserve to suffer in the mortal world, you deserve it!" The frightened Demon Lord suspected that the roast chicken was something unclean, and tried to pull out some mantra from the book, but he didn't understand any of them.

endured the belly of singing the empty city plan, and when Yanyu pushed the door in, he saw Yan Sangongzi frowning and squatting on the ground in a daze.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt your stomach? Avoiding the little Dao Gu possessed by the old mother, Yan San was about to scold her twice, but found Yuebai standing at the door with a stiff face, and stood up and went back to the house boredly, "Straw bale, I'm hungry and want to drink porridge." ”

Yuebai looked at the roast chicken on the table, and her face became gloomy, "Isn't there anything to eat?" Why bother Yanyu? ”

"Senior brother, don't get angry, I'm tired all night, you go wash up and rest, I'll cook in a while." Saying that, Yanyu ran back to the room, took out the pot stove inside, put it in the courtyard outside, and started cooking.

Yuebai glanced at Yan San, who was standing on the bed in the room, stepped over to the table, quickly retrieved a yellow talisman under the plate and entered another room.

Yanyu's movements were very fast, and after the authentic Maoshan five-grain porridge was ready, he first gave Yan San a bowl of coolness, and Yanyu took out two bowls and handed them to the shopkeeper and his wife who had been standing next to him drooling.

"Aunt Dao, my kitchen can be lent to you for free, on the condition that we can just give us a bite to eat." The shopkeeper and his wife came to ask for the guilt in a menacing manner, but they were conquered by the aroma of the five grains porridge, and by the way, they also contributed to his kitchen.

After eating, Yanyu was called into the room by Yuebai to discuss things, and Yan San, who was bored, picked up the "Maoshan Shuzhi" that was crumpled into a ball by him, and flipped through it without a match.

Flipping through the pages, I found something strange, this is not a recipe at all, there are secrets hidden in it.

At this time, it was the end of the day, the sun was shining obliquely, and a ray of light came in through the window and shone on the recipe, Yan San slowly adjusted the angle, and a line of small golden characters appeared in the blank space between the two lines of the recipe, with a beautiful pen body and a powerful pen.

Fog grass, isn't Maoshan too awesome? Is this a thief or a thief?

Yan San watched with interest, and slowly immersed himself in it, although the above words were obscure, but Yan San, who had practiced, could understand the meaning after a little thought, and unconsciously fell into it and couldn't extricate himself.

This is a unique scenery, a lazy autumn afternoon, by the window facing the street on the second floor, sits a man who is not as beautiful as the world, with long black hair scattered at will, a smooth and full forehead, a high nose bridge, sexy thin lips and deep and penetrating eyes, holding a scroll of scriptures and slowly flipping.

The people on the side of the street, men and women, young and old, all stood there quietly and admired, and no one dared to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the poetic picture scroll in front of them, and some people felt that it was worth dying to see this scene in their lifetime.

One cares about Yan San's lifelong mistakes, and disregards Yan San's hatred for life.

One afternoon, Yuebai and Yanyu hid in the room and drew talismans quietly, Yanyu's talisman level was not as good as Yuebai, but Yuebai didn't know why, and successfully made two talismans in one afternoon, one exorcism talisman and one soul talisman talisman.

"Senior brother, are you still worried about that female ghost in the hospital?" Yanyu put down the brush in his hand and asked with concern.

"Hmm, Yanyu, senior brother doesn't want to take this case." Yuebai got up and poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it to Yanyu.

"Why?"

Yuebai was silent, slowly tasting the bitter tea juice in her mouth, and said lightly for a while, "An ownerless female ghost like her, who has deep resentment and doesn't want to be reincarnated, could have been solved with a soul splitting talisman." ”

"Senior brother, Yanyu thinks this is very cruel, and she will escape directly outside the Six Realms with the Soul Splitting Talisman, and she will never be able to survive."

"Senior sister, we are not a charity, we don't have the energy to take care of these things, the master explained before going down the mountain, let you stay away from these causes and effects, you don't listen to me, you should always listen to the master's words." Yuebai's tone was a little irritable, and he poured a sip of herbal tea.

"And that Yan San, in the past few days, you have cast spells for him to eliminate demons, and you have been too careful to hurt your yin and yang eyes." The more Yuebai thought about it, the more angry she became, and she wanted to open the window to take a breath, when she saw that the street downstairs was full of people.

What happened? Yuebai let out an "ah" in surprise, causing the smoke and rain to look over, "Huh? What are they doing? ”

Yanyu looked suspiciously in the direction of everyone's eyes, on the windowsill of the next room, sat Yan Sangongzi, who was like a jade, the golden sunset sprinkled a soft light on his shoulder, and Yanyu Daogu's immature heart throbbed inexplicably.

All this Yuebai also saw in his eyes, the fire of jealousy gushed out and quickly covered the entire heart, and his whole face was distorted and hideous, glaring at Yan San fiercely like a demon.

Yan Sangongzi closed the "Maoshan Shuzhi" unsatisfactorily, closed his eyes and slowly recalled the various spells and spells introduced in the book, and thousands of formulas and spell casting techniques were introduced in the whole book, "Xuanbing fighting method, array outline; There is no limit to all laws, and the mind and law are one. "No wonder the entire Maoshan Sect gives people a majestic and powerful momentum, if it is placed in the immortal realm or the demon realm with abundant spiritual energy, Maoshan spells will definitely surpass many sects and become strong.

At this moment, the heart of the demon lord was shocked, he lived in the demon world all the year round, narrow-minded and self-righteous, but he didn't know that the masters were hidden in the people. The mortal world is so big, and how many Maoshan Sects are unknown, the heroes who come out of this side of the world are completely comparable to the immortals on the list of gods.

Thinking of this, Yan San looked at the hippie smiling Tao ancestor who had no shape, and a sense of respect arose spontaneously after comparison.

With a long breath of depression, he opened his eyes, and the four eyes on the other side were staring at him tightly. Yan San swept the gaze of the moon-white yin owl and locked onto the hazy eyes of Yanyu Daogu, "Hey, straw bale, are you hungry again?" ”

After the spectators on the street who had been raising their necks for a long time heard the very rude but magnetic voice of the male god, the previous beautiful pictures all turned into foam and burst, and the uproar came and went.

Most of the people in the crowd were young girls, Yan Sangongzi's extraordinary temperament and handsome beauty had already exploded in the Internet, and someone exclaimed, "Handsome guy, handsome guy!" ”