Here is tomorrow's anti-DAO chapter ~ see the content summary for the time, and it will be replaced every day! =3=

After talking about this that day, Wei Zhao didn't mention the broken things in Wangjia Village again. Taoist priests who have lost both qi and blood have to recuperate from their injuries, rangers who have learned the Tao have to exercise their bodies and cultivate their qi, and demon cultivators who have obtained divinity have to be sacrificed, and everyone is very busy.

Wei Zhao repracticed this time, and he didn't have much patience to hide his clumsiness. He looked like a genius everywhere, or like Wei Zhao at the beginning. If it weren't for Gongliang being a cultivator who was not easy to fool, Wei Zhao would have wanted to make a ghost in his dream, and asked him if he remembered Wei Zhao with a bloody face, asked him how he could give the dragon ball to his daughter who popped up inexplicably, and asked him how he could slaughter the bamboo horse neatly. For a few ghosts I don't know to be able to sacrifice their lives and forget about death, cut me so neatly?

The second sentence is quite vexatious, and the third sentence has not happened at all, but Wei Zhao is the villain of the Great Demon King, what kind of reason do you want to talk about.

It's a pity that Gongliangzhi is Gongliangzhi after all, even if this similarity touched his heart, he didn't show anything.

The camouflage of this body is almost seamless, and Gongliang never imagined that Takema would come back incognito and dangle in front of him. He only felt that Wei Zhao had excellent understanding, and he could be regarded as a good talent and beautiful jade. started to accept Wei Zhao just because of the gentleman's promise, but now he can't help but cherish his talents, and he is faintly worried about being jealous of talents.

The fairy road is ruthless, and everything is impermanent. Wei Zhao is such a genius, the heavenly prince does not open his eyes, and he has not stopped at the beginning of the legend.

Gong Liangzhi found that he had been thinking about Wei Zhao recently, and the frequency of his memories was as high as when he had just returned from Xuanbing Abyss. He thinks it's all because Wei Zhao's name is too similar, but when he encounters this kind of coincidence, can he still blame other people's parents for choosing a name? No one could say anything about this trouble, and he didn't want to tell anyone, but he taught more carefully, and extinguished the idea of persuading Wei Zhao to apprentice to Qiantiangu.

Being regarded as Wei Zhao's No. 2 onlooker is definitely not good for cultivation.

The recuperation of injuries and the cultivation of cultivation have passed like this for more than half a month. During this period, Ghost Zhao slaughtered a group of dregs, and Wei Zhao has been saddled in front of the horse and behind to please the public to the like. Originally, he just wanted to serve the maneuver, but when he achieved his goal, he threw away Wei Zhao's identity. But since Gongliang is closer than ten years ago, I don't know how many times, and there is more stupidity in the world who wants to all sentient beings, who will not pit him? Wei Zhao turned the one-time task into a long-term plan, and planned to brush up his favorability to the point where he could form a team, so that Gongliang Zhi could open the Seven Star Mystery Array in the Void Real Man Cave Mansion.

One day, half a month later, the vigilance set by Wei Zhao in the room was touched, and Gongliang Zhi left the place where they lived.

In the past, during this time, Wei Zhao would play forging boxing in the nearby woods, and after Gongliangzhi confirmed his movement standards, he did not follow the Dharma protector again and again, but hid in the house all day to recuperate. It stands to reason that Gongliang has no need to go out, but now that the alarm has been triggered, it means that he has not only left the house, but also left for a long time.

Gongliang is gone? What did he find? Want to run? Wei Zhao's pupils contracted, and he immediately rushed to the room, feeling very regretful: I knew that this kind of thing would happen, so I just grabbed Gongliangzhi, sealed Xiu Wei, and then slowly disposed of it! I was not afraid that he would be disobedient even if he tore his face, the Taoist chief was so kind, he must not want to see unrelated passers-by suffer for him. No matter how bad it is, doesn't Gongliang still have a daughter?

Wei Zhao slammed into the door, looking at the empty room, and countless bloody thoughts turned in his heart. He thought about it, and asked the ghost to come out to slaughter a town, and he didn't know if he could lure Gongliangzhi back.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Gongliangzhi walked in, with a vegetable basket in his hand.

Vegetable baskets?

"Wei Zhao?" Gongliangzhi was a little surprised and said, "You came back so early today, did there go wrong with your cultivation?" ”

Wei Zhao made up a perfunctory reason, looked at the Taoist who was holding the vegetable basket, and looked confused without pretending. Gongliang rolled up his sleeves, tied them up, and went to the kitchen next door to light a fire and boil water. A set of actions is done quite casually, but the speed is not slow, Wei Zhao is still in a daze, the pot is already on the stove.

When they didn't have a grain before, they had hunted and barbecued mats in their training, but skinning and roasting was one thing, so ...... It's another thing to wash your hands and make soup like a mortal. In the valley of the dry sky, there are boys and maids to take care of the food, and there are wine shops and inns outside, or there are Bigu Dan and barbecue - sometimes the barbecue will use fire charms, they are full of enthusiasm at that time, and they feel that it is a waste of time to eat.

Gongliangzhi, who opened the valley, bought vegetables, was cooking, and his movements were very skillful.

Wei Zhao was not the one who made a fuss after all, he immediately came back to his senses and sighed at the churning pot. "Why did the Taoist think of cooking today?" He asked, stretching his neck to look at the vegetable basket, which contained ordinary vegetables, which were absolutely impossible to use for alchemy, nor could they be used to set up arrays, "Isn't Bigu not able to eat?" ”

"It doesn't hurt to break a vow once in a while." Gongliang said with a smile.

Wei Zhao waited for his next words, but the words were gone here. Gongliang heated the oil pot, took out an egg and knocked it on the edge of the pot, the round eggshell was split in two, and the liquid egg white egg yolk fell on the iron pot. He kept beating another one, poured some water over the edge of the egg with a bowl, turned the fire down with a plucking stick, and closed the lid.

"I can't see that the Taoist chief is clearly Bigu, and he actually has a hand in cooking." Wei Zhao said.

"It's just that you can still enter." Gongliangzhi said with a smile, "Although I don't have to eat, my daughter has to eat, and I can't feed her Bigu Dan every day." ”

Wei Zhao felt that he had swallowed a large piece of fat coldly, and his throat and eyes were tired.

"Do you want the Taoist to cook?" He pretended to be surprised and said, "Could it be that the child's mother's cooking skills can't be seen at all?" ”

Gongliangzhi shook his head and said lightly: "She has been dead for many years. ”

The Taoist priest's eyelashes fluttered, casting a haze in his eyes. Of course, Wei Zhao knew that the child was dead, otherwise he wouldn't have opened this mouth - if he himself was unhappy, he wouldn't be able to see others happy. However, seeing the sadness flashing on Gongliangzhi's face at this time, Wei Zhao felt even more annoyed. If it weren't for the disguise, the corners of his mouth would have been on his chin.

"I remember, the Taoist chief said that her name is Gong Liangxi!" Wei Zhao changed the topic, "The daughter of the Taoist must be smart and clever, and she is ashamed of the moon and flowers!" ”

"Xi'er is less than ten years old, where did she come from." Gongliangzhi smiled, his smile was quite proud of being a parent, "Smart, this poor way is not modest." Xi'er has been talented and intelligent since she was a child, like ......"

Speaking of this, the Taoist priest stopped, took out the two poached eggs, and added water to the pot. Wei Zhao went to look at him, only to see that his face, which was still a little tense just now, had softened and brightened at the same time, as if it was lit by candlelight at night.

Gongliangzhi smiled so much that his eyebrows were crooked, and he said jokingly: "Of course my daughter is smart and beautiful, and she is her mother." ”

Just now I was so unhappy to see Gongliang, Wei Zhao was unhappy; Now that he is happy to see Gongliang, Wei Zhao finds that he is doubly unhappy. He pondered for a while what he wanted, and finally had to throw the pot at the evil of the world on his body. Anyway, since he fell into the Xuan Bing Abyss, except for the time of revenge, Wei Zhao didn't feel much of a good time.

He was in a bad mood like this, and he had to ask questions in line with Wei Zhao's personality, listen to Gongliang Zhixiu's daughter, not to mention worrying too much. Wei Zhao recorded this account in the thick book of grudges in his heart, put it in the category of "Gongliangzhi", and prepared to repay it the day after tomorrow.

After a few pillars of incense, Gongliang put out the fire and brought out two bowls of noodles, just enough to use the ingredients at all. He handed a bowl to Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao was so upset by the daughter show just now that he had no appetite, but his face was surprised, and he stuffed the noodles into his mouth. "Delicious!" He exclaimed, "How does the Taoist know that I came back early today?" ”

There are several sets of forging boxing, and it is late in the evening after the fight, and Wei Zhao will not come back for lunch in the past. He wanted to know how Gongliang went to buy vegetables and make noodles on a whim today, and he still didn't give up the worst assumptions in his heart, such as being suspicious, going out to rescue soldiers, and burning noodles to cover Yunyun. Wei Zhao listened with his ears skewed, while cautiously distinguishing what was in his mouth, trying to find out what unusual traces. He didn't find anything except that the noodles were very thin and long, the noodle soup was moderately salty, and the poached eggs were the flowing yellow eggs that Wei Zhao liked.

"It's not that I knew you'd come back." Gong Liangzhi said, "Today is my birthday. ”

Wei Zhao suddenly lost all his appetite.

"Dao Changfu is like the East China Sea Shoubi Nanshan!" Wei Zhao said, "Ah, I originally ate the noodles that the Taoist chief prepared for himself? Not good, not good! ”

"Nope." Gongliang smiled lightly, "Your bowl of noodles was originally prepared for a friend of mine." Now he's traveling overseas......"

Gongliang didn't say directly, "My friend has been dead for ten years", probably because he was worried that Wei Zhao would think that this bowl of dead faces would be unlucky.

After Wei Zhao came out of the Xuan Bing Yuan, he thought about countless things all the time, and he remembered the special day in the book very well, but he forgot what was special today. He forgot that it was his birthday, but he remembered that no one else he knew had celebrated his birthday on this day except for the two of them.

Gongliangzhi celebrated a birthday with him, which was originally stuffed by him to Gongliangzhi.

The little son of General Wei's Mansion has lived a life of stars holding the moon since he was a child, and his birthday is more lively than the birthdays of many old people in the family. When Wei Zhao was still in Ruiguo, he had to hold a big deal on his birthday every year, set up banquets, set off fireworks, and receive a lot of gifts. Mrs. Wei hurts him like an eyeball, General Wei can spoil the old man to the sky, the three brothers and one sister in front of Wei Zhao are a round or two older than him, and they also take care of him as a son, Wei Zhao is simply blessed by God if he is not spoiled. But although he is not a gentleman, it is not easy to adapt to the change from a child of a family to a pure ascetic cultivator.

Wei Zhao's first birthday in Qiantian Valley was so aggrieved. The mountains were so quiet, and on this day, like every day, no one would react to his birthday, not even a person who congratulated him. For the first time, the little boy who had always been at the center of the crowd had homesick thoughts, and he was so sad that he sniffed, feeling like he had been forgotten by the world.

Wei Zhao didn't cry, but the eight-year-old man didn't cry.

He asked the attendant who served him to cook the noodles, add two eggs, and hold the noodles to wish himself a happy birthday. Compared with the lively and rich banquets in the past, this face is really shabby. Wei Zhaozheng reluctantly pulled the noodles, and Gongliang came.

Gongliang came to explain what the master said, and now Wei Zhao has no impression at all. He only remembered that he grabbed Gongliangzhi's cuffs, pitifully said that no one paid attention to his birthday, and complained that he had been treated coldly. What an important day a birthday is! Everyone has only one life, only once a year, even if he lives to be a hundred years old, he can only live a hundred times, and now he has one less, this world really can't get along with him......

Of course, he knew that he was talking nonsense, it was nothing more than a verbal pleasure, and he also pulled Gongliang to talk for a while. Gongliang listened carefully to his complaints, and pointed out when he was ventilating: 1. The lifespan of my generation of immortal cultivators is definitely more than 100 years. Second, but the birthday will not fall apart, I don't know the birthday.

The former made Wei Zhao's mouth open, and the latter made his mouth wide.

"You don't know your birthday?" He exclaimed.

"I'm an orphan, and I don't remember much about the past." Gongliangzhi said, "Touching the bones can only find out the approximate age." ”

"You've never had a birthday?" Wei Zhao's voice became louder.

"Nope." Gongliang replied.

No one gave you a birthday? Wei Zhao wants to ask, what about your father? What about your grandmother? What about your brother and sister? What about the squires who play with you? What about the next person?

- neither, because Gongliang is an orphan.

Wei Zhao had known about this for a long time, but as a son of a family who grew up in fine clothes and jade food, he was still ignorant and lacked a concept of "orphans". At this time, Gongliangzhi said that he had no birthday, and Wei Zhao suddenly understood.

Gongliang is not like Wei Zhao, he does not love his grandmother, has no father, no brothers and sisters, and does not even think about his relatives, partners, etc. Wei Zhao was so uncomfortable for the first time without a good birthday, what about Gongliangzhi? No one ever blessed his birthday, no one would rejoice in his birth, no one knew when he was born, not even himself.

Eight-year-old Wei Zhao burst into tears.

Gongliang was stunned by his crying, and stood there for a minute or two before he hurriedly wiped his tears. "It's okay, I've grown up well on my birthday, but I won't die on my birthday!" Gongliang comforted awkwardly, "Don't cry, I gave it to you?" I'll give you a gift......"

Saying that, he even began to untie the bag around his waist, opened the bag and stood stupidly in place, because he had something Wei Zhao also had. Wei Zhao shook his head vigorously, sad and ashamed, feeling that Gongliang was so pitiful, and felt that it was too much for him to be so happy and feel sorry for himself. It's just that now he is sobbing so inarticulate that he can't explain it, so he only stuffs the untouched noodles in his hand into Gongliangzhi's hand.

"Divide you!" He sobbed and said, "I...... Birthdays are also shared with you! We're all in this together! Do not seek to die in the same year and month...... Bah! Immortal! We were born in the same month and in the same year! ”

Gongliang Zhi quickly agreed, and Wei Zhao burst into tears and laughed - after a few years Wei Zhao recalled this scene, he realized that it was not because he had any extraordinary affinity or domineering spirit, but Gongliang was afraid that he would continue to cry. But in short, from then on, they lived the same birthday.

The runny egg is fried just right, and the slender and long shou noodles are cooked very strongly. "You were born on the same day?" Wei Zhaoqiang smiled: "I robbed the face of the Taoist friend." ”

"My friend is the most open-minded." Gongliangzhi smiled, "Even if he knows, he will definitely not care." ”

Bullshit. Wei Zhao thought that if any bastard ate the noodles made for him by Gongliangzhi in the past ten years, he would definitely turn into a ghost and haunt each other and haunt each other to the ends of the earth.

Wei Zhao repracticed this time, and he didn't have much patience to hide his clumsiness. He looked like a genius everywhere, or like Wei Zhao at the beginning. If it weren't for Gongliang being a cultivator who was not easy to fool, Wei Zhao would have wanted to make a ghost in his dream, and asked him if he remembered Wei Zhao with a bloody face, asked him how he could give the dragon ball to his daughter who popped up inexplicably, and asked him how he could slaughter the bamboo horse neatly. For a few ghosts I don't know to be able to sacrifice their lives and forget about death, cut me so neatly?