"Brother Dao?"

Yin Xutian waved his hand and said weakly: "I heard it." ”

A sneer rose at the corner of Sun Dan's mouth, and Du Bu sat down in the first seat on the left, his tone was obviously a little impatient: "Brother Yin Dao, what is your business here?" ”

Yin Xutian, who had been 'burying his head' in watching tea, raised his head and said with a smile: "I heard that there will be a demon coming soon, so I'll do a favor." ”

"Help?" Sun Shan raised his eyebrows lightly, took the teacup on the table, got up and put the tea on the main seat, and slowly pushed it to the sloppy Taoist lying on the table and smiled: "The devil is cruel, I still don't bother Brother Yin Dao." ”

"Daochang Sun." Yin Xutian propped his head diagonally with his hands, and looked at Sun Dan with interest: "The combat power given away for nothing, don't you?" ”

In each of Yin Xutian's eyes, a purple lotus bloomed, and infinite stars overflowed from the purple lotus.

Sun Dan, who was originally fearless, instantly felt an endless pressure covering the sky, and Sun Dan could vaguely see a finger on the main seat to lightly rao the tea, and the grass mustard accompanied it, as if the entire Kunlun ruins were pressed towards him.

On the ferry in front of the gate of Kunlun Xushan Mountain, Mr. Tai'an Shansan stood on the cliff and dragged the snow-white velvet coat to wrap himself a little tighter, the wind on the mountain is strong, although Kunlun Xuxian Prefecture has just entered the summer, but in the end this plateau is not as large as the plain seasonal temperature difference, easy to Jiao Xuanrenzhou when the scorching sun is in the sky, Tai'an Mountain will blow some biting cold wind from time to time.

Ling Xi stood in a clear-looking Taoist boy, holding a few Taoist classics that he had just memorized, and he was angry against the cold wind, "Sir, why did Mr. Second come here too, can't you talk to Mr. Six and let him take Mr. Second back?" ”

Ling Xi, who was questioned by Xiaodao Tong, could only helplessly persuade: "The sixth brother finally 'drove out' the senior brother, how can you be stupid and bring him back, it's good for you to walk around him these days, and he can't catch you that time." ”

Hearing this, Xiao Daotong cried with a sad face: "Didn't he catch me that time?" ”

Ling Xi was speechless suddenly, turned his head and stopped looking at his own Taoist boy's crying, and after grinding for a long time, he really couldn't stand the resentful eyes, so he turned his head and reminded him of relief: "Your second gentleman is here to find that devil, and he won't come to trouble you for nothing." ”

Xiao Daotong bit his lip and was angry: "Is it because Sun Dan attracted Mr. Er?" ”

Ling Xi thought for a while: "It's because of this reason that the sixth can deceive the senior brother. ”

"That old guy Sun Dan was so good to him before I treated him."

Seeing through Dao Tong, who didn't dare to scold Yile and Yin Xutian, Ling Xi wiped his lips and smiled.

"Sir, what are you laughing at, come and tell me." Xiao Daotong held the scroll on his back and smiled a little madly.

The entire Daomen Immortal Family is a great Ling Xi, seeing this, he immediately shut up, glanced over the sea of clouds and saw a red gold ferry slowly coming, and hurriedly spoke: "The guest is here." ”

"Humph!" Xiao Daotong turned his head away.

The sea of clouds is vast, and you can vaguely see the big 'phoenix' word on the sail of the ferry in the distance.

"The dragon clan has just arrived, and the Feng clan is here, who is here this time?" Since childhood, he has been said to be a little Taoist who knows more than others.

"The most unfortunate thing is that it is similar to the identity of the dragon rebel prince of the dragon clan, my immortal family has not been officially established, and this dragon and phoenix battle has come to the ancestral court of my immortal family."

"There is a good chance that this conference will turn into a place where the forces of various ethnic groups wrestle."

Xiao Daotong muttered in a low voice: "Anyway, it's Mr. Six who has a headache." ”

Ling Xi smiled dumbly, and reminded kindly: "That's why the sixth man specially invited Jiang Zuo's sacrificial wine from the Jixia School Palace to sweep the formation, and people don't look at the face of our Daomen, they have to give the Jixia School Palace some face." ”

The little Taoist boy who only dared to squat in a place where no one was cursing in circles and cursing others, remembered the white-clothed scholar, and his resentment dissipated a little.

Ling Xi pulled the fluffy coat that had fallen off on his body, it was cold, wasn't it?

In general, the number of rituals of the dragon clan prince dragon rebellion, the Feng clan was also greeted by Mr. Tai'an Shanliu and Jiang Ziwang to go up the mountain, and Ling Xi was only extradited to the foot of Tai'an Mountain.

For the grievances of the dragon and phoenix clans, Tai'an Mountain will definitely not mix, if both parties come, then naturally the treatment on the mountain is the same, as for the two clans if they want to win over the immortal family or something, it is not under their control, and it is Mr. Big who has a headache.

The huge red gold glazed chariot that sent away the Feng clan, Ling Xi put his hands in his sleeves and sighed lightly: "Unexpectedly, the Feng clan actually sent their own holy daughter, and the identity of the third prince of Longyi seems to be a little unqualified." ”

The little Taoist boy who only dared to be in the nest asked in an old-fashioned manner: "Sir, if the dragon rebels to inherit the position of the East Palace, is it qualified enough." ”

Ling Xi, who felt inexplicably funny, dared to knock Xiao Daotong's forehead for the first time: "The position of the East Palace? You are the prince of the dragon clan, and it seems that sometimes you can't be too smart. ”

"Sir, ......," Xiao Daotong gritted his teeth while holding his head.

"Gone." Ling Xi waved his hand.

Ling Xi, who wanted to go back to rest, turned out to bump into the second gentleman Yin Xutian and Sun Dan on the road, and the frightened little Daotong almost didn't call out, and the little Daotong who was originally swaggering in front of him turned around and hid behind Ling Xi, not even daring to show his head.

Yin Xutian, who didn't want to be revealed early so as not to lose his fun, said hello to Ling Xi from afar and ran over with Sun Dan.

"Mr. Three's 'okay' recently?"

Ling Xi, who had already guessed Yin Xutian's sinister intentions, nodded and asked in a condescending tone, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Mr. Three." Sun Dan on the side respectfully made a mockery.

Ling Xi nodded in response to this 'enthusiastic Taoist priest' who took the initiative to come to the mountain gate to help.

"Xiaodao, I knew that I couldn't help much in Tai'an Mountain, and I was afraid of getting into trouble, so I simply ran to the side of the mountain gate to share my worries for Mr. San."

Hearing that the little Taoist boy hiding behind Ling Xi here showed his head, he wanted to take a look at the second gentleman who was lying a lot, but as soon as he showed up, he was frightened back by Yin Xutian's snow-white teeth.

Where could Xiao Daotong stand this kind of fright, Ling Xi glared at the lawless second senior brother with some distress and resentment, pulled Xiao Daotong and left.

"Mr. Three, I'll go see you when I'm free." Yin Xutian waved goodbye.

"Sir...", the little boy dared to cry after walking a long distance.

Ling Xi thought it was funny and quipped, "Aren't you not afraid of heaven and earth?" , how happy to cry now. ”

Mu Ying abandoned the private ferry of Mu Wangfu and took an ordinary cargo ship, which was originally slower, and the cargo of a boat seemed to be extremely 'draft' Fortunately, Mu Ying was lazy, and this kind of unhurried and impatient way of rushing was just in line with his mind.

Chu Shishan and rivers are different, the fur is frizzy and can't be idle for a moment, and now that he has wings, he is even more cheerful, so he doesn't have to spend all day in the cabin, Chu Shishan and rivers can't be idle for a while.

'Fan Zhong' on the ferry is often such a picture, the little marquis Mu Ying leaning on the deck of the Qingling bamboo leaning on the sun fishing for fish, whenever he is about to fall asleep, Chu Shishan River rushes into the sea of clouds and catches more than a dozen flying fish and smashes them on Mu Ying.

The crew trembled when they saw it, but fortunately, the little marquis was not angry every time, and they didn't want to suffer too.

Today, the surprising Chu Shishan River did not smash the fish, but instead threw a large cloud of mist over, and Mu Ying, who was awakened by a cloud of mist, touched her face, straightened up, turned her head and asked, "Uncle Qiu, how long will it take to get to Kunlun Ruins?" ”

Mu Qiu, who was also basking in the sun on the observation deck, put down the book in his hand and responded: "Tomorrow, tomorrow afternoon, it will almost be there." ”

"Tomorrow!!" As soon as Chu Shishanhe, who was hidden in the sea of clouds, appeared, Mu Ying turned over his hand, and a huge palm appeared on the sea of clouds at the same time, slapping on Chu Shishanhe's head.

In an instant, the sea of clouds was churning, and some crew members were bold enough to lean over and look, I was a good man, this strength could almost slap Chu Shishan and He out of the sea of clouds.

Sure enough, you can't bully honest people who don't talk all day long, otherwise you will really die. The young crew swallowed and foamed, or he would be polite to the fool in the future, and his own work would be divided into a little bit, and a little bit would be right.

Mu Ying, who was in a comfortable mood after a slap, adjusted the chair into a recliner with her hand, turned over and lay down.

Chu Shishanhe now has wings and can touch them wherever he throws them, but Mu Ying's lazy sleep is really one less time than once she sleeps, and she really can't afford to be sad. It seems that this time I went back to my own father and threw him into the barracks to sharpen, at that time I really couldn't be lazy, my father was in charge of the Southern Iron Cavalry, but there was a clear writing in black and white, no matter where you were born, as long as you were a soldier, when you got to the boy who didn't care who you were, you didn't listen to the order. There was once an old lady who was the only son of the ruling and opposition who killed his own captain from the first day of the army, and then his head was cut off by a captain in public, and the old lady who heard that his son was dead led people to break into the barracks, and the matter stabbed to Mu Wangye, who was supposed to be supervising the four armies outside, rushed to the capital with his cronies in one day, and then threw the old lady out of the barracks with a car, and even promoted the third lieutenant who dared to kill the old lady's beloved son, and gave a large subsidy to the family of the captain. Afterwards, the king's accountability was only fifty boards each, but Mu Wangye was verbally reprimanded, and when he got to the old lady, it was a real wrench, and since then, no one has dared to play with the child's temper in the Southern Iron Cavalry, and if you want to walk sideways in the Southern Iron Cavalry under the jurisdiction of Mu Wangye, you can either exchange it for real military merits, or you will break your wrist with Mu Wangfu, who has been the pillar of the Southern Optimus Kingdom for countless years.

As the sun sank westward, Chu Shishan and the river slowly caught up with the turtle-speed ferry, and as soon as he got on the deck, he threw the seven or eight fat flying fish in his hand to the kitchen.

Before the kitchen could take over the seven or eight flying fish, he almost stared out his eyes, seven or eight silver-scaled flying fish, and they were all five-winged. They've been working in the kitchen all their lives, and they've never seen a lot of silver-scaled flying fish.

An ordinary flying fish costs three to nine medium-grade spirit stones, how much does it cost. I've got a few high-grade spirit stones.

"Lao Tong, pick two good ones, one is steamed, one is braised and the other is not used to eating, so I will send it to your little marquis is room." Chu Shishanhe leaned against the door and looked at the noise in the kitchen: "Pick one more, deal with it, give me the whole thing, I'll bake the food pad first, and you can divide the rest." ”

"Chu Shishanhe, where did you catch so many fish kings?" The old boy in charge of the kitchen, who was good friends with Chu Shishanhe, couldn't help but ask.

Chu Shishanhe pouted: "You have to ask your lazy marquis about this, you ask him how he was so accurate that he could shoot me to the fish nest through dozens of miles of thick clouds, and he also made me smell fishy." ”

"Hey, hey, hey..."The old boy could only smirk, daring to chew the root of the little marquis's tongue, looking for death. I don't know how to pay attention to the mountains and rivers of Chu Shi, Lao Tong's two sleeves are rolled, and the apprentices on both sides put the guy's business in Lao Tong's hands, this kind of superb ingredient can't be wasted.

There is an unwritten rule in the chef's profession, as long as you are in a kitchen, regardless of age, background, or family background, you must pay attention to your skills, and if you are the boss with great ability, it is useless for anyone to say.

"It would be nice if the tattered Hou was here, and there would be no need to fish in the future, just go into the water and fish for him." couldn't help but think of the money fan who never refused to suffer, Chu Shishanhe scratched the back of his head, turned his head and left: "Don't touch a few flying fish for him next time." ”

Chu Shishanhe has a fish cage in his sleeve, and there are two golden flying fish the size of his thumb, one male and one female, and six wings.

Mu Ying, who was basking in the sun and the moon, turned her back to Chu Shishan River, opened her eyes and closed them again.

Chu Shishanhe deliberately shook the black robe covered with fish scales and hung it on the bow of the boat.

After a while, the people in the kitchen sent a set of barbecue utensils and two processed flying fish, and they didn't have to think about it to know that one was the old boy who was afraid that Chu Shishan would not give them the little marquis to eat, so he sent one more. Chu Shishanhe unhurriedly dressed up the flying fish and lit the barbecue grill.

"Do you want to be spicy?" As he asked, he frantically sprinkled two fish with chili peppers.

Mu Ying turned over, snatched the one with a little less chili noodles, turned around and clapped her hands to shake off some chili noodles before returning to the barbecue.

"You're wasting food." Mu Ying scolded angrily: "It's extremely hateful. ”

Chu Shishanhe smiled and pushed all the barbecue dipping sauce in front of Mu Ying: "You eat and sleep, sleep and eat, just like a pig." ”

"Pigs? Have you ever seen a pig? Mu Ying, who has been dressed and fed since she was a child, has naturally never seen a pig, but she is very curious about this pig that every family seems to be able to eat.

"I haven't seen it before." Chu Shishan River turned over the other side of the fish and continued to roast: "But later, when the ancestors served, the noodles were big." ”

"Just like you, sleep a lot every day and eat when you wake up."