Zheng Sanbao taught well, and after these disciples gossiped for a while, they guessed Qingluan's origin.

"Three Treasures, what are you doing here?"

An Ziyu is a little worried about that Qingluan, and regardless of the mandarin duck spectrum of the master's chaos, that Qingluan's heart is extremely arrogant, and the slightest carelessness will cause trouble.

Well, to be honest, An Ziyu felt that the teacher's life was difficult, and secondly, he felt good, as for what was good, I don't know.

By the time he arrived at the World Tree, that Qingluan had already fallen asleep, and as for the words of Zheng Sanbao's disciples, An Ziyu understood it.

However, I was a little unhappy in my heart, although I hadn't recognized the mandarin duck spectrum of my master, but how could I say that Qingluan was also your future Taoist wife, how could I let you point fingers, so the exit was a little stiffer.

"Master Qiqi, the disciple is here with a few apprentices to raise his qi. ”

Seeing the Daoist coming, a few bastard boys suddenly cleared up, while Zheng Sanbao licked his face to say hello, I don't know what's wrong, Shizun looks a little uncomfortable.

"Nourish the qi, nourish the qi, where there is so much nonsense, this world tree is a place of cultivation, you wait for the noise, write it down first, and make meritorious contributions in the future. ”

As soon as An Ziyu said these words, Zheng Sanbao knew that it was probably a few of his disciples who had touched the mold of the master, no way, for An Ziyu, the master, Zheng Sanbao was too familiar.

As soon as the master spoke, Zheng Sanbao knew what was probably going on.

It's just that a few of his disciples just talked about the Qingluan? Why is this so?

But the master is the biggest, and Zheng Sanbao didn't dare to protect his shortcomings, so he hurriedly bid farewell to the master.

Shizun is angry now, and if he says more, he is looking for death, Zheng Sanbao doesn't feel like he has experienced the feeling of thinking about the wall anymore, not to mention that he is now a person with an apprentice. If you are punished again, it will be too uncomfortable to face it.

Zheng Sanbao left in a hurry with a few disciples, while An Ziyu looked up at Qingluan, who was sleeping on the leaves, and always felt a little strange and difficult to distinguish in his heart.

Standing under the tree and stunned for a while, An Ziyu threw out a piece of Dao Ling, and the Dao Ling turned into blue light. Fell on Qingluan's neck.

In this regard, Na Qingluan just opened his eyes, and fell asleep after seeing that it was not harmful to him.

"This is a token of the Lord, lest those boys come and disturb you. ”

An Ziyu felt a little embarrassed, and then said a few words with the method of transmitting sound into the secret, turned around and left, he felt that if he stayed for a while, he would not be able to keep others from thinking that he had any intentions.

Back in the main hall, Anziyu sat down on the futon. was waiting for Qing Xiu, but he felt a little uneasy, and couldn't help but open his eyes and smile bitterly: "Master, your old man is a lot of harm. ”

Yang Chenyu didn't care about An Ziyu's mediocre self-disturbance, but at this time he found the Seven Cultivators of the Snake.

Now the seven cultivators of Ba Snake experience the world in the Taoist temple rebuilt in Ba Snake Mountain.

Well, to put it bluntly, he acts as a fire worker in that Taoist temple. A cook in a Taoist temple.

"Uncle Seven Cultivators, what's delicious today?"

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old priest sneaked into the kitchen. Seeing Qixiu asked.

At this time, Qixiu was sloppy, his face was full of fireworks, and he couldn't help but laugh when he saw this little Taoist priest running over: "Braised lion's head, back to the pot meat, stewed goose meat with winter melon, and white seaweed soup." By the way, what about the good wine you have prepared?"

"Wow, don't say it, Uncle Seven Cultivators, my saliva is about to fall, this is the good wine of the Lord. I stole it from his room at the risk of my life. ”

The little Taoist priest touched the saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth, took out a white porcelain wine bottle from his arms, and placed it on the table.

This little Taoist priest is called Wang Zijun, not a person from the Qinglong Dao lineage, but an orphan in a nearby village, whose parents were eaten by monsters, and lived alone in the mountains and forests.

At the age of eleven or twelve, it happened that the Taoist temple was rebuilt, and he was taken in by a kind outer disciple, thus becoming a supernumerary member of this Ba Snake Temple.

With the continuous flow and change of the people of this snake temple, Wang Zijun has become the oldest Taoist boy in the Taoist temple, and he has been sent to Fengming Mountain to take the entrance exam by the master twice.

But this kid can't forget the taste of hunger, so he is eliminated from the first level every time.

However, Ba Snake Guan is not worried about not being able to raise such a Taoist child, after a long time, Wang Zijun is very skilled with the seven cultivators who came to Ba Snake Guan to be a cook.

From time to time, Qi Xiu would open a small stove for this little Taoist boy, and Wang Zijun would always steal the wine of the Guan Lord to curry favor with Qi Xiu.

The two have invisibly become year-old friends.

Qi Xiu opened the lid of the wine bottle, sniffed lightly, and praised lightly: "Li Mingyan's wine-making method has improved again. ”

Li Mingyan and Harvard Jie are both apprentices of An Ziyu, and he has served as the master of this Ba Snake Temple for several years, and this uncle of the Seven Cultivators stayed in the Taoist Temple, he knew it, otherwise, how could the prince steal the wine.

Anyway, Li Mingyan is also an inner disciple, and his room can be regarded as a Longtan tiger's den.

"Uncle Seven, why don't you have a meal yet?" The master of the temple went out with the Taoist priest in the temple, and Wang Zijun now felt that a hand was about to stretch out of his throat, and when he saw that the seven cultivators praised the wine, he couldn't help but urge.

"Stinky boy, what's the hurry, there are still people who haven't arrived. ”

Qi Xiu smiled, but his eyes were fixed on the sky.

Is there anyone else? Wang Zijun blinked his eyes and observed the place in the kitchen where the dishes might be hidden, but Wang Zijun was very disappointed, this Seventh Cultivator Uncle was so powerful that he couldn't find a place to hide the dishes every time.

Hurry up, that guy hurry up.

Wang Zijun prayed in his heart, and at this moment, a green qi fell vertically from the sky and fell into the kitchen of this Taoist temple.

Why does this person look a little familiar, Wang Zijun can't help but think in his heart.

"Senior brother, senior brother is a little late. This is?" Yang Chenyu looked at Qi Xiu and laughed.

"It's not too late, the senior brother came just in time, this is Wang Zijun, but the younger brother's old brother, to say that this wine is provided by him. ”

Qi Xiu pointed at Wang Zijun and said, and then waved his right hand, and then on the originally empty dining table, a table of dishes appeared, but it was much more than the name of the dish that Qi Xiu said before.

These dishes seemed to be freshly baked, and the fragrance that came to his face caused the prince to salivate suddenly.

Hearing Qixiu's opening of the meal, the prince grabbed the chopsticks and filled a bowl of dry rice viciously, and then the chopsticks quickly picked up the dishes.

Looking at the appearance of this prince, Yang Chenyu couldn't help laughing, no wonder he became a year-old friend with the Seven Cultivators, just this attachment to food is not something that ordinary people can achieve. (To be continued.) )