"What a weirdo!" Yanyu angrily slammed the door and walked out, looking at the steps in front of the house and calculating in his heart that if he rolled down, he would hurt his face or buttocks. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, the fragrance of rice skewered into the nostrils, and the smoke and rain searched around, and there was a three-layer food box at the door.

"Oh I forgot, I'm here to bring him food." Enduring the guilty psychology of not stealing food, Yanyu politely knocked on the door, "Get out of the donor, I put the lunch box out of the door, you remember to eat!" ”

Without waiting for Yan San to answer, Yan Yu rushed to the sect's canteen, today is Sunday, the day of serving steamed buns.

A sentence of "Mr. Roll" angry Yan San has green smoke on his head, in the demon world and even the fairy, demon, and ghost world, only he plays with others, how can he be angry and die here when he reaches the mortal world?

Anger can't solve the hunger of the belly, Yan San got up in the middle of the night, pushed open the door with his shoes and took the food box, but heard a few excited cheers in his ears.

Outside the courtyard wall below, there were several female Taoist aunts secretly hiding, "Oh, it's him, the man with no clothes!" ”

Yan Sangongzi was stunned for a moment, and then there was a cheer, "Oh, he's so handsome!" ...... than the elder brother of Qingyun Peak"

"Smack!" Yan San isolated the cheers of several nympho girls outside the door, closed his eyes and tried to restrain his emotions, and it took a long time to suppress the anger in his heart, how did this damn woman carry herself back? Did he really swagger in with his naked back?

Yan San suddenly felt that his decision to come to the mortal world was too impulsive, firstly, he did not have the ability to cultivate himself, secondly, he didn't know where Feng Yupei was going at all, and the straw hat man, he didn't have any clues and left his familiar territory, and now he thought about it a little bit of a dead rhythm.

When Yanyu was driven out of the canteen by the master with a big belly, it was time for morning class.

Yanyu hurriedly wrapped the three vegetarian buns in paper and stuffed them into the robe, and before Shannan Zhenren came in, he sat on his futon panting, and stretched out a trembling hand to gesture with the senior brother next to him.

Yuebai didn't know why, looked at her in surprise, and asked her what she was doing with her mouth open?

Yanyu was about to choke to death by the bun in his throat, oh the senior brother is good anywhere, but he lacks eyesight, and in the end Yanyu felt that his soul was about to leave the body, and he didn't care about the footsteps of Shannan Zhenren coming in, squeezed to the master's desk, picked up the teapot and began to pour it violently.

"Oh, little bastard, you also secretly drink the diuretic tea for the teacher."

Regardless of the smoke and rain, she was choked to death, even if she urinated, she drank it. Half a pot of tea was gone, and the angry Shannan Zhenren directly staged a full martial arts in front of the disciples, and when Yanyu returned to the futon, Yuebai asked her in a distressed whisper, "Yanyu, why didn't you say a word when the master beat you, and didn't shout that it hurts?" ”

Yanyu gathered the loose bun that hung down on his forehead, and replied innocently with wide eyes, "Why do you want to speak?" Does it hurt for the master to beat someone? ”

Doesn't it hurt? Yuebai blinked, looking at the two big bags on Yanyu's head weirdly.

The morning class ended in Shannan Zhenren's restlessness, packed up his futon, and rubbed in front of the master like a dog, "Hehe, master, I'll bring you buns." ”

Yanyu took out the robe for a long time, and finally took off the robe and shook it in the master's eyes that were bigger than a bull's eye, "Strange, where is my bun?" ”

"Yanyu, come over and let the teacher take the pulse for you." Shannan Zhenren called her over very gently.

Yanyu raised her head vigilantly, "Master, isn't it painful to hold urine?" It's all to blame for drinking your tea. ”

Shannan Zhenren did have unbearable abdominal pain, but who made him choose such a stubborn apprentice, "It's nothing, you come here." Shannan beckoned to her.

"Master!" Yanyu loves her master very much, and she has eaten and lived with her master since she was sensible, and for 16 years, she has only relied on the master the most.

Shannan Zhenren grabbed Yanyu's outstretched arm, and with a "poof" of his right hand, a spark jumped out between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand and hit Yanyu's middle coat.

"Ahh Yanyu screamed, master ...... Craving a barbecue?

Although the sect has made some achievements in talisman making, Shannan Zhenren is committed to studying alchemy, so he has one of the three spiritual fires of Maoshan Sect---- the spiritual fire of ten thousand beasts, which is the spiritual fire of the pangolin roasted by the smoke and rain that day.

Yanyu is a rare cultivation wizard of the Maoshan Sect in the past hundred years. Among the same disciples, those who can now go out independently to subdue demons and eliminate demons are not only Yuebai, Chunming, and Chunli, but also this little Dao Gu who can't leave her mouth all day long.

One of the things that Yanyu is more powerful than his brothers and sisters is alchemy. It takes one hour to refine ordinary pills, but she only needs twenty minutes, and her fellow brothers and sisters will only refine below the average pill in three years, while Yanyu has been able to refine two high-grade pills, with a pill completion rate of 100%, which is why Shannan Zhenren is not indulgent enough to hurt her.

Yanyu stared at the master's gesture of controlling the spiritual fire of ten thousand beasts with wide eyes, at this point she lacked ability, the master gave her one-tenth of the spiritual fire refining pill, in order to prevent her from using the spiritual fire to roast food to eat, Shannan Zhenren added the secret language of this sect to it, as long as she did not use the spiritual fire on the alchemy, he would know it as soon as possible.

Yanyu accidentally burned the master's robe that day, and she has been feeling guilty, trying her best to decipher the secret words blessed on her spiritual fire, so she didn't care that the spiritual fire burned her clothes, and stared at Shannan's lips and gestures intently.

The disciples who did not leave the meditation room were scattered by the scene in front of them, Yuebai led the new junior brothers and sisters to the back mountain to run and exercise after the morning class, and when they heard the news, the smoke and rain were already standing in the raging fire.

"Division...... Master? Yuebai was so frightened that his tongue was knotted, his white forehead was covered with sweat, the ancestor of the sect was in retreat, and the elders of the other peaks were either not in the mountain gate for something, or they went to the other world to investigate, and the authority could speak in addition to Shannan Zhenren......

"Hurry up and go to the dining hall and invite Elder Shanbei!" Yuebai confessed to a junior brother beside him, and looked at the master who continued to exert his strength with anxious eyes.

No one dares to rush up and call Shannan Zhenren, because everyone in the sect knows that Shannan Zhenren's state is the second realm of demon hunting, and if he is distracted, it is easy to go mad.

Has Senior Sister Yanyu been possessed by a demon?

Yan Sangongzi, who had eaten, was bored in the house, and without that annoying little Dao Gu by his side, Yan San decided to go out for a walk and familiarize himself with the environment in the mortal world.

The bright sun hung in the air and sprinkled warm sunlight, looking at it, the green of the mountains made him feel relaxed and happy, breathing smoothly, and obviously felt that the aura here was full, although it was not as good as the fairy world, the demon world, but the self-cultivation was enough.

After walking around the mountain path for a short time, I found a person with a broom in his hand, and he flew to a bamboo forest with a panicked expression, and there were faint crowds outside the bamboo forest.

Yan San walked into the bamboo forest, and the closer he got to it, the more familiar the aura became, but it was mixed with violent flames, which would cause an explosion at any time.

Yan San smacked his tongue and squeezed into the crowd curiously to take a look, my mother, is this a charcoal-grilled live person?