Song Qingmo pinched her waist with both hands, and glared angrily at He Xiangu.

Her face was long gone, and the look of admiration just now was full of hostility.

"Lanting Accord can't be filthy, we know Master Pratt & Whitney."

Song Qingmo raised her head and said proudly, "Master Puhui came to our house and personally told us fortunes, saying that our family is a blessed person." ”

"Since there is a blessing, how can the Lanting Pavilion established by the garden be filthy."

"You broken immortal ......" Song Qingmo stretched out her hand and pointed, "Do you dare to compare with the high-ranking monks who are even recognized by today's saints?" ”

"The name of the master of Pratt & Whitney, the poor road has heard of it......"

He Xiangu spoke slowly, her expression calm, not angry or annoyed.

"It's just that Master Puhui studied Buddhism, but the poor Tao is a Taoist person."

"Buddhists pay attention to doing good deeds and accumulating virtue and influencing the world, while my Taoist is indeed doing the way for heaven and focusing on fighting demons and monsters."

"Between the Buddha and the Tao, the concepts are different, and it is not known when you look at them."

He Xiangu's meaning is very simple, that is, in a word, Master Puhui is not professional in subduing demons and eliminating demons, and it is normal not to see it.

"You...... You ......" Song Qingmo choked and was annoyed.

shouted loudly, "How could Master Pratt & Whitney not see it, Master Pratt & Whitney must know more than you." ”

He Xiangu smiled lightly and was silent.

Song Qingyuan stood aside, pulled Song Qingmo, who was full of anger, and motioned for him to retreat.

He raised his head slightly, looked at the sky, and couldn't help sighing.

It's really people standing next to it, and the pot comes from the sky!

If you want to be a melon-eating crowd, is it so difficult?

As the saying goes, everyone sweeps the snow in front of his own door, and he doesn't care about the frost on the tiles of others.

It's none of her business, she didn't want to say more, but ......

Song Qingyuan shook his head helplessly, took two steps forward, and looked at He Xiangu with a clear gaze, "This Xiangu seems to have to be difficult with me, so Song Qingyuan can only continue." ”

Song Qingyuan smiled mysteriously, with no fear in his eyes.

"Immortal Gu's methods, I have seen them just now, now let Xian Gu come and see my methods......"

Song Qingyuan said, slowly walked to the oil pot, stretched out his hand and beckoned, and called softly, "Red sleeves, light the fire." ”

Just now, the oil pot was extinguished by the little Taoist priest beside He Xiangu.

What Song Qingyuan has to do now is to rekindle it.

"Yes, girl!"

Red Sleeves listened to Song Qingyuan's instructions, and without saying a word, he immediately stepped forward, took out the fire fold, and put it on the firewood pile under the oil pot.

Seeing that the fire was about to be rekindled, the little Taoist priest on the side looked desolate, and hurriedly ran over and shouted eagerly, "What are you going to do?" ”

As he spoke, the little Taoist priest reached for the fire fold that was thrown on the fire, as if he wanted to extinguish the fire.

The corner of the red sleeve's mouth sneered, and he grabbed a light belt with one hand, and the little Taoist priest fell down, "plopped", and his butt fell to the ground.

Soon he struggled to get up again, pounced, and Red Sleeves took the man under control again.

Song Qingmo immediately stepped forward and shouted loudly, "What's wrong! You don't have a weak heart, otherwise why are you in a hurry to put out the fire? ”

Oh, yes!

If this little Taoist priest was not weak-hearted, how could he behave like this.

At this time, everyone also noticed that something was wrong, and turned their heads to look.

Seeing this, He Xiangu frowned, waved her hand and ordered, "Stand down!" ”

At this time, He Xiangu had already understood that the little Taoist priest would definitely not be the opponent of the red sleeves.

Instead of doing pointless entanglement, it is better to maintain a high personality.

Maybe...... Maybe they didn't see anything, it was just a false alarm!

He Xiangu beat a drum in her heart.

After a few breaths, the fire had been rekindled, and under the fire, the oil pan was churning again.

Song Qingyuan looked down, smiled slightly, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and said in a crisp voice, "I'll try it too, whether this oil pot is open or not." ”

As soon as the words fell, He Xiangu's eyes shrank sharply.

"Yuan'er, I'm ......," Song Qingmo just spoke.

"Girl, I'm coming!"

At this time, Red Sleeves stepped forward, pulled Song Qingyuan, and without saying a word, put his hand in.

Hug your hands and cry bitterly!

Bark your teeth!

This kind of scene that people expected did not appear.

I saw that the red sleeves were calm, putting his hand in the oil pot, and his expression was quite pleasant.

After a while, Red Sleeves gently stirred the pan with his hands, as if he had found some fun.

Kindly, he circled his hand and took out the oil and water for everyone to see.

"Haha! Ha ha! Song Qingmo laughed.

"It turns out that our family's red sleeves are also advanced people in the fairy law, and they can use the oil pot with their bare hands, so I'll try it......"

Song Qingmo saw some doorways, with a smile on her face, rolled up her sleeves, put her hands directly in, and shouted exaggeratedly, "Look at my immortal law!" ”

Song Qingmo's hand is in the oil pot, as if it is in water, and she can also play and play, it is simply a white-handed oil pot.

At this time, everyone present also noticed that something was unusual.

Master Liu, who was on the side, glanced slightly, and the people around him immediately stood up and said, "Then try it too!" ”

The volunteer, in fear, put his hand into the oil pot.

Soon, a look of surprise appeared on his face, "Huh? All right! ”

"It's really fine!"

The servant took out his hand and put it in the air for everyone to see.

"It's not bad at all, it's not bad at all!"

"This oil pot...... There must be a problem! ”

As soon as the voice fell, the next people who came to test the oil pot were one after another.

"My hands are fine!"

"Mine is fine!"

"This pan isn't hot at all!"

A voice rang out, one after another.

He Xiangu chuckled in her heart, forced herself to calm down, and said in a deep voice, "This is not an ordinary oil pot, this is an oil pot used to fry ghosts." ”

"How can it be confused with the oil pot in the people's homes, and compare it with it."

"Oh? It's also ......."

When the crowd heard this, they thought it made sense, and it seemed to be a good explanation.

Looking at everyone's reaction, Song Qingyuan smiled lightly, pointed to the oil pot and said, "This fried ghost oil pot can be configured by anyone." ”

"Today I'm going to teach you how to make oil look boiling without hurting your hands."

Song Qingyuan said, called Red Sleeves, and whispered in his ear.

I heard Red Sleeves answer "yes" and leave immediately.

After the red sleeves left, the little Taoist priest was a little bolder, and pointed at Song Qingyuan, "You don't have to pretend to be a ghost and play tricks on everyone." ”

Song Qingyuan "......"

Confused!

She's pretending to be a ghost?

She plays tricks on everyone?

The thief shouts to catch the thief!

Awesome, my little Taoist!

Song Qingyuan raised the corners of his mouth and said confidently, "Who is pretending to be a ghost, so we will know when my maid comes back, we will know ...... when we try."

Song Qingyuan looked in the direction of He Xiangu and took a deep look.

The clear eyes seem to be able to see through the filth of He Xiangu's heart at a glance. "Splendid Pastoral: Small Landlord of a Farm"

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Chapter 1140: The thief shouts to catch the thief