Deng Chanyu often says that Daji Bingxue is smart, which is really not a compliment.

Daji knew that her fate had come, and immediately said, "Okay, old woman, I can make soup when I am at home, but Ayu doesn't seem to like it very much, and always says that the soup I boil tastes too light......"

Speaking of boiling soup, Daji is indeed an expert, and in the past two years, he has been trained for a while by messy things such as cold incense pills and jade flutes.

The more complicated it is, the more she can calm down and delve into it.

Deng Chanyu needs to grind "DuangDuang" on the stone with a big iron rod for two days to calm her heart, while Daji only needs a cup of tea to enter a state of complete concentration, which can be regarded as a talent of hers.

Like an ordinary old woman, Meng Po sat on the broken stool next to her, pointing out from time to time to correct her mistakes in techniques and preparations.

Every time Daji boiled out a pot of soup, a gust of wind would blow and take the pot with the soup.

After a quarter of an hour, the pot would come back and she would continue to boil.

Meng Po gave a few words at first, and then simply slept on the sidelines.

As Daji began to boil the ninth pot of soup, the old woman opened her eyes.

"Little girl, you're dead, do you know this?"

Daji's action of boiling the soup did not pause: "I know, old woman, I already knew, let's die, this is fate." ”

Meng Po smiled, her face was wrinkled, and half of the teeth in her mouth were lost.

"What if the old woman says that you have not reached the end of your life and were killed by gangsters?"

Daji paused, put aside the rice spoon stained with green soup, thought about it seriously and said, "Then I don't know what to do, is it my enemy?" Or my father's enemy? ......”

Meng Po shook her head: "Neither." ”

Daji was puzzled: "What's the reason for that?" ”

Meng Po said bluntly: "Because of this face of yours and this body of yours." ”

Daji smiled, her smile a little bitter: "It's because of this face again, because of this skin?" Since I was a child, this kind of thing has happened too many times, and I can't hide from it, forget it, I don't care. ”

Meng Po nodded, this girl's heart, wisdom and qualifications made her very satisfied, but the fate of the catastrophe was a bit big.

These calamities can be carried by Meng Po, but it is troublesome, it is best to find a few heads to help share them......

The old woman stretched out her hand and stroked the basin in front of her, and Zhu Tianlin's face was full of rebelliousness on the water.

Wearing a square scarf, wearing a red robe, and stepping on bast shoes, just looking at this dress, there is still a bit of immortality, but if you look at Zhu Tianlin's face like a heavy jujube and his eyes are like bells, and then there are fairy clothes on his body, it looks like an evil way.

"There is another person behind the mastermind, you will know in the future that this person caused you to fall into a coma, and then you were hooked by the shadow, and you can be regarded as one of the accomplices." Meng Po said in a normal tone.

Daji said that he didn't care, it was impossible for him to have no mustard in his heart, so he couldn't help but be curious, and took a look, only to find that he didn't know Zhu Tianlin at all.

She was very honest: "Mother-in-law, I don't know this person. ”

Meng Po showed the jagged broken teeth in her mouth and said with a smile: "You are a good boy, how about your mother-in-law help you call this person here and make you angry?" ”

Daji was stunned, he died, how could he "call" a big living person and let himself be angry?

Meng Po didn't wait for her to agree, stretched out her dry left hand, pressed her palm lightly, entered the water, and then grabbed Zhu Tianlin's reflection in the water.

......

Zhu Tianlin got a thousand-year-old python Neidan from the nine-tailed fox, and he felt that he had made a lot of money for a while.

He didn't do anything to anyone, and if you asked him to curse the king and kill him, he wouldn't dare.

Daji had investigated in advance, and he originally had a bad reputation in the Su clan, but now that his father and brother died in battle, he lost most of his support, and Zhu Tianlin calculated Daji's life, Daji still has a little yang longevity, but it is not much, and he let her die a few days early, which is not a big problem. What about the problem found in the underworld? Do you dare to provoke the disciples? Don't dare to borrow the two of them!

Zhu Tianlin was not worried at all, but was elated, drove away in the water, and happily returned to Kowloon Island.

A big hand appeared in the air, and without saying a word, it instantly pulled him into the endless netherworld.

The Tongtian Sect Master who was far away in the Biyou Palace had a hint of sensitivity, but he didn't take it seriously.

It is true that there is no class of teaching, and it is not false to do his best to his disciples, but he is a saint, not a nanny for his disciples.

In modern society, there will be no drama where a graduate student has an accident at home, and then the tutor turns into a detective to help chase the murderer for revenge and personal protection, right? Ancient slave societies were even more impossible.

The saint's own path is the most important, the sect is secondary, and when it comes to a certain disciple, it is even more secondary.

The Tongtian Sect Master has a true temperament, three or five important disciples, he will devote a trace of attention to it, intercepting tens of thousands of disciples, some of them have listened to classes under him, they can only be regarded as registered disciples, and more are disciples of this kind of registered disciples, he doesn't know them at all, so naturally he doesn't have the heart to pay attention.

In addition, the disciples of the sect are so brave and ruthless, and fighting is a common thing, at this time, I feel that a disciple has died, he didn't take it seriously at all, and died? If you're dead, you're dead, what else?

Zhu Tianlin, who was pulled into the underworld in an instant, was stunned, checked it again, and found that he was not a soul, but came in with his body, which made him calm down a little, fortunately, as long as the body is there, the Tao, mana, and magic weapons are all there, and with his own skills, there is still a chance to find a way out and return to Yang.

Before he could figure out who was secretly attacking him, he would be as bright as a torch when he entered the underworld.

Zhu Tianlin doesn't have eight or nine Xuangong, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts in the underworld can smell the smell of people on him from ten miles away.

"There's a living person here!"

"Meat! How sweet! ”

"Eat him, tear him, eat! Meat! Drink! Blood! ”

Many souls who had lost their minds rushed over with a roar, wanting to eat Zhu Tianlin's flesh and blood, thinking that as long as they ate the flesh and blood of the living, they would be able to return to the yang world.

"Ant Ann dares to bully me!" Zhu Tianlin, as one of Lu Yue's four disciples, has no shortage of Taoism and martial arts, and at this time, he did not use the magic weapon Stun Sword, but pulled out an ordinary long sword, injected the supernatant mana, and killed the souls who rushed out in all directions like chopping melons and vegetables.

The movement he caused was too big, and he had been looking for Daji in the Netherworld, and Deng Chanyu, who had been looking for seven or eight days, was attracted to him.

She thought that her disguise was not flawed, so she walked over to watch the excitement at this time.

At this time, she turned into a night envoy, watching Zhu Tianlin's battle against the dead soul from afar, cheering and cheering, and chatting with the ghost pawns who also came to watch the excitement next to her.