Mu Qingyun really wanted to hear the story, but it was really late at this time, and it was time for her to rush the manuscript after she finished cooking.

On the windowsill on the second floor, Grandma Bai was already wearing reading glasses and looking down, if she didn't feed her, she probably wouldn't eat again tonight.

Grandma Bai's stomach is not very good, and her mouth is very picky, Mu Qingyun can order a bowl of noodles from outside, and the food is still delicious, but she can't do it.

Dinner was simpler, Mu Qingyun went directly to the refrigerator to pick up a piece of tofu, chewed it into a mushroom, cut a radish, beat three eggs, and fried some green onions and garlic together, added some sesame oil, green onion and ginger water, salt, and directly wrapped two plates of dumplings.

Recently, Grandma Bai's favorite is the steamed dumplings made by Mu Qingyun, especially the vegetarian ones, in order to be able to eat the freshest vegetarian dumplings, her old man also used the excuse that she has to read Buddhist scriptures recently, and eating some vegetarian food will be able to better understand Buddhism.

Mu Qingyun glanced at the pile of "Joke History" magazines placed on her bedside, as well as a bunch of martial arts and romance, and she didn't debunk it after thinking about it.

Grandma Bai is old, so it doesn't hurt to eat more vegetarian food.

As for the problem that she doesn't like meat very much recently, Mu Qingyun decided to turn around and burn a pot of fragrant braised beef, this person's appetite usually compromises in front of real food, although it is a personal preference, but as long as he is not allergic to meat, Mu Qingyun feels that he can get more than ninety percent of a pot of braised beef.

This is not a big deal, but it is clearly a valid conclusion after countless experiments.

Except when he was out on an adventure, he didn't eat fatty pork, nor did he eat lean, he didn't eat old eggs, he didn't eat tender eggs, he didn't like rice, he didn't like flour, and eating was like taking medicine.

Mu Qingyun had a pot of whitebait chicken hodgepodge, and Mr. Xiaofang ate three big steamed buns that he couldn't hold with one hand, and finally put in the yellow sterile eggs, and his old man didn't eat less, but at this time, he didn't dislike the eggs being too tender.

Of the eighty small and delicate steamed dumplings, Mu Qingyun killed forty-eight, and the rest all went into Grandma Bai's stomach.

Mu Qingyun's forty-eight was not enough, and he planned to go out to find snacks, but Grandma Bai was a little supportive, so she simply went for a walk together.

As soon as she went out, Mu Qingyun saw Zhang Jingsong and Old Man Zhang following her pitifully behind her.

Old man Zhang is still very thin, dressed in tatters, and has a bamboo cane in his hand, but he still walks very lightly and fast.

Mu Qingyun also heard someone shouting behind him - "Old man, I'm sorry, you can get out of the way, there is leftover rice from other guests, so let's go back to the oven and stir-fry it for you, how about it?" ”

Zhang Jingsong: "......"

Mu Qingyun: "......"

In fact, you can't blame people for treating Mr. Zhang as a beggar, he has completely let go of himself recently, he can wear how comfortable he is, patches are everywhere, and he refuses to change them, although he doesn't say how rich he is, he is not very short of money.

And recently, since Mingguo knows that the old man is still alive, all kinds of treatment will definitely be pushed up.

People like his old man, big heroes, big heroes, Ming Guo must take good care of them, and arrange orderlies, doctors, nannies, drivers, etc., because he refuses to leave Xiongxian, all the staff in Xiongxian County have held several meetings urgently, and in general, it is necessary to ensure the happiness of the old man's life.

However, Zhang Jingsong himself just wants to run around dressed like this, I don't know how many times he has been treated as a beggar, and what is even more outrageous is that he really responded, and when people gave him leftovers, he really ate them.

When he encountered such a thing for the first time, the orderly staff around him was stunned for a long time and did not react, and saw that the old man ate a bowl of gnocchi that someone took to him with noodle soup, and immediately cried, crying out of breath, crying, and luring the restaurant owner of half the street out to see the excitement on the spot.

Zhang Jingsong was also in the wind at this time, staring at Mu Qingyun and Grandma Bai with one eye, and his subordinates kept stuffing the fried rice into his stomach in one go.

Mu Qingyun: "......"

After eating and drinking, Zhang Jingsong followed behind again, and without waiting for Mu Qingyun to ask, he whispered: "That ancestor spoke, saying that classmate Mu was curious about Baiyunmen, and asked me to tell you about the ancients, but I have to wait for classmate Mu to finish writing today's "Red Sleeves with Red Mansions". ”

Mu Qingyun: "Okay, I'm not in a hurry. ”

In the next book, she will write Zhang Jingsong, this old man is also a legend, and he is still alive, with his character, it must be interesting to write.

After walking around with Grandma Bai for more than half an hour, Mu Qingyun went back to code words, and according to the outline, it was already half past ten to complete today's task.

Zhang Jingsong and Old Man Zhang drifted into the window of the study like a thin smoke, and Mu Qingyun was startled: "Old man, are you really waiting?" ”

"How dare you not wait?"

"My curiosity about Baiyunmen now has begun to be inferior to that of Mr. Qiao, the big master you are afraid of, who is he?"

Zhang Jingsong smiled: "Before the change, I didn't dare to mention his old man's name." Now, at this age, as long as you don't dance in front of him, it doesn't matter. ”

"His old man's surname is Qiao, his name is Qiao Tian, he is the leader of the Demon Sect, and he was the first person in the evil way back then."

Mu Qingyun's eyes finally couldn't help but twitch: "There are still ...... Demon Cult? ”

Zhang Jingsong smiled: "Yes, I was in the overpass a few days ago, and I saw a Demon Sect disciple telling people to cheat money, anyway, most of them were abducted and cheated, and most of them had something to do with the Demon Sect." ”

Mu Qingyun: "......"

"Of course, Sect Master Qiao has ignored the affairs of the rivers and lakes for decades, and he is now a legend passed down by word of mouth."

Mu Qingyun really sensed the problem at this time, in fact, she had already felt that there was something wrong with Qiao Tian's age.

Zhang Jingsong is nearly 100 years old, and when it comes to Qiao Tian, he is an old man, and he is very respectful, which can also be regarded as Mr. Qiao's high seniority, but when it comes to the leader of the Demon Sect, it is still the leader recognized by Old Man Zhang, and that is at least a hundred years ago.

How old is Qiao Tilt?

Mu Qingyun's mind suddenly crossed countless scripts that she had written, and there were also some outrageous fantasy stories, such as Liaozhai in the world, the fox spirit practiced for thousands of years and faded into a beast and turned into a human form, and after the weasel became an adult, he married a chicken spirit as his wife, and he was not a hen.

As soon as she thought of this, Mr. Qiao seemed to change her body, and she turned into a body of chicken feathers, she couldn't help laughing, and her eyes were full of smiles.

Zhang Jingsong gasped and sighed: "Classmate Mu, the old man understands now, I've really been obsessed with it for decades, and my heart cultivation is far less strong than that of a little girl of yours!" ”

When he discovered the secret that the sect leader might live forever, he couldn't sleep well for half a month, for fear that when he opened his eyes one day, his head would be gone, but people didn't realize it and didn't take it seriously at all. (End of chapter)