The hospitality of Yuanming Villa is very distinctive, with only eight words: do it yourself, have enough food and clothing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the past few days when Bodhi Zi has been "living" for some reason, he has always been unable to solve his own food and clothing problems, and the person who is busy in the kitchen all day can only be Yang Muqing.

Moreover, when the aroma of his first meal lingered on the corridor of Yuanming Villa, a person who neither of them expected came to the door, and Yuan Su, who had always been pure-hearted and light-hearted, became an uninvited diner.

"The chefs here can't make anything so delicious."

He lightly dropped a sentence with no sincere explanation.

Although Bodhi Zi was annoyed, it was inconvenient to drive away the guests directly, after all, the raw materials for cooking, the rich condiments, and the exquisite dishes and chopsticks, none of them did not come from the Yuanming Villa, and they did not have the slightest confidence to go crazy for some reason.

Fortunately, there was also Jade Fox Xiaoyu who came with him to eat.

So, Yang Muqing and Yuan Su can see the free show of "Bodhi Zi vs. Little Fox 300 Rounds" every day, the little fox is sometimes bullied to tears, and will pull Yuan Su's clothes corners, wanting the master to bully it back, and then it will be hurt by its unscrupulous owner's indifference to taste the food calmly.

This joyful scene only lasted until the fifth day, and when Bodhizi's mana naturally recovered, Xiao Yu was no longer willing to follow.

It is said that the senses of small animals are the most sensitive, and they have breathtakingly accurate judgments for unknown crises or sinister human hearts.

And then the Bodhi got bored.

Bodhizi looked at the ice-carved Yuan Su in front of him and Yang Muqing, the reincarnation of the wooden man, and sighed for a long time, he couldn't beat one of them, and the other was reluctant to fight, why was life so boring?

He ate a meal full of sorrow - though he ate no less than anyone else.

"How did you think about that?"

Bodhizi was bored picking up the greens in the white jade tofu, just having nothing to say.

"I'll leave tomorrow morning."

Yang Muqing replied without raising his head, but anyone could hear the determination and persistence in his words.

"You don't believe in fate?"

Bodhizi sneered, his words were quite unkind, and he chewed on those few green vegetables fiercely, as if he had a grudge against them.

"I believe in myself, and I believe in Ah."

A few days ago, Bodhizi asked Yuan Su to help calculate a hexagram - Yang Muqing's love hexagram with a shy face.

The original purpose of his coming to Yuanming Villa was to let Yuan Su use the fate dial to change the fate of Yang Muqing and Murong Cao, but Zhen's example was alive and well in front of him, and he had not yet accepted the psychological preparation of a cat and a dog as a pet, so he could only retreat to the next best thing, and with Yuan Su's ability to calculate the number of fate, Yang Muqing was deterred.

The result of the divination is very, very bad.

Not only is it signed, but it also has the bloody smell of swords and swords.

The signature is: Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the tiger mountains.

is an idiot who doesn't do anything but doesn't know whether the result is to win in danger or to die in the mouth of a tiger.

Yang Muqing said that he should think about it for a few days, and insisted on learning "sounding" and "soul searching" from Bodhizi, and Bodhi Zi agreed.

He had expected Yang Muqing to come to his senses, and finally put his own life first and no longer go back to provoke that woman.

At this moment, hearing Yang Muqing's answer after thinking about it, Bodhi Zi had no choice but to look at the sky speechlessly, knowing in his heart that if he didn't want to abandon this stupid apprentice, he was destined to continue to fight wits and courage with Murong Cao, a woman who was haunted, and felt tired when he thought about it.

If Murong Cao was a Xuan Master, he would definitely find a trumped-up reason to beat her to the ground, and she would never be able to cause any more trouble, but she was an ordinary person! Although Bodhi Zi has no professional ethics, Yuan Su, the martial law official, is not a vegetarian.

"Don't listen to the old man, hardship is in front of you."

Bodhizi relied on his qualifications and backup, and his technique of relying on the old and selling the old has long been perfected.

Yang Muqing had finished eating, put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, and no longer paid attention to Bodhizi.

"I'll give you a fortune divination by the way."

Yuan Su leisurely drank the fish soup and said suddenly.

Bodhi looked around and confirmed that there were no living creatures around him, except for the scorching unknown flowers and trees and the red carp swimming freely at the bottom of the pool.

"Give it to me?"

He pointed to his nose in disbelief, and an egg could be stuffed into his open mouth.

Yuan Su gave him a non-salty look, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was appreciating his shock.

"What's the matter?"

Bodhizi was really shocked this time, Yuan Su has always been stereotyped and serious, if it weren't for his recognition of Yang Muqing, even if he wore out his mouth, he wouldn't be moved, who would have thought that he would take the initiative to calculate a hexagram for himself.

"Naturally, it's also a love hexagram, and I said it by the way."

Although Bodhizi felt that Yuan Su's eyes looking at him at this time were like looking at an idiot, he could only stubbornly ask, such a good thing sent to the door, don't ask in vain.

"It must have been signed, right? Ha ha! ”

He remembered that his master had said that his fate was excellent and that his life would be smooth, although his other half didn't know where it was, but presumably the sign of the love hexagram should be something like "only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals".

"The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, and the road is sunny but sunny."

Yuan Su dropped such a sentence for Bodhi Zi to ponder by himself, and without explaining much at all, he got up in a dashing manner, brushed his sleeves and left.

Yang Muqing came out with three cups of freshly brewed tea on a tea tray, and Yuan Su was nowhere to be seen, only to see Bodhi Zi looking a little stunned, touching his head, and guessing whether there was some unhappiness between the two again.

"Drink tea."

He pushed a cup of tea over.

Bodhi reflexively took it and drank it, and after drinking it all, he felt a little hot, and his brows were wrinkled into a ball of wool.

"Is it good?"

Yang Muqing asked lightly, and his tone was a little weird.

"It's delicious."

Bodhizi nodded, his eyes were still a little sloppy, and he felt that he was looking at Yang Muqing, but Yang Muqing knew that he was not looking at him.

"What I just gave you was a glass of water, there is no tea in it, it was originally prepared for Brother Yuansu."

Yang Muqing's expression was not half of the catch, but seemed a little too serious.

The word "Yuan Su" seemed to restart the pause button in Bodhizi's brain, and he realized that he had lost his mind and gaffe just now, and his face was a little wonderful.

"You go back by yourself tomorrow, I remember that there are still some things to deal with, and I will go to you when I take care of it, you have to save your life, I have no interest in helping you collect the body."