"Then there is Lao Lao. Yin Chengyue waved goodbye.

"Don't dare, don't dare. He got into the sedan chair, and soon the carriage dragged him away into the forest.

"The head of the family, it's not good for you to give Miss Qingxia a private life like this? Not to mention that she already has someone she loves. As soon as the Tang family's convoy left, a housekeeper-like servant beside Yin Chengyue whispered.

"Manager Fang, I know that Qingxia was brought up by you, but she is a member of my Yin family, so she naturally has to think about the interests of my Yin family. Yin Chengyue glanced at the man in the taxi uniform beside him.

"What's more, what's so good about that Lin Qing, flamboyant, what else would he do besides deceiving the little girl, if it weren't for the fact that he was beneficial to Qingxia's cultivation of the twin tricks, I would have not allowed him to step into my Yin family for half a step, and he still wanted to kick his nose in the face?" Yin Chengyue became more and more angry the more he said.

"I have no intention of mentioning this matter again. Yin Chengyue said coldly.

"No. Seeing that Yin Chengyue's oil and salt were not entering, Manager Fang had to be silent.

It's just that he smiled bitterly in his heart, because Yin Qingxia and Lin Qingqing had already secretly gone to Tianshan to apprentice from her.

But if Yin Qingxia can really return from the Tianshan Sect, she may be able to control her own destiny, right?

At that time, even if there is no need to marry the Tang family, the Yin family will restore the scenery of the past.

Falling Dragon City, Cloud Dragon Inn. (For the sake of language unity, this article is all expressed in Chinese characters)

"Bayar, is it really worth it for us to travel all the way from the desert to this day?" A beard shaved to the point of blue, wearing wide, straight-leg shorts, and a leather coat made of dark yellow animal fluff, looked to be about thirty years old.

He's a lower immortal, and it's already good to look at the entire Falling Dragon City.

"Lang Mo, what do you know, the enchantment of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley has been lost, even if it is not for money, shouldn't we also be for the sake of the common people in the world? Don't forget, what Grandpa Hamid said before his death, if it weren't for Grandpa Hamid, whether you would be able to survive until now is a question. "Bayar's name was a black-faced man, with a short beard and elbow-length sleeves, and he looked particularly striking in a black collarless placket with a straight row of shining buttons.

His strength turned out to be a golden immortal.

"Of course I remember what Grandpa Hamid said, but our strength is so low, looking at the entire Great Xia Dynasty, there are as many people like us, what can we do? Lang Mo took a sip of tea.

"You can't say that, there are big and small abilities, but the responsibility is something that everyone needs to carry. We are immortal cultivators, we have to think about everyone, if there is no protection of Tiandu City, the cattle on our grassland may be snatched away by the Jin people, who will go to plow the fields at that time, how to graze?" They were three people around a table, and there was a girl with dozens of dreadlocks, her dark skin made her look a little old, in fact, she was only twenty-six or seventeen years old, and the clothes she wore were nothing special except for being brighter than them.

She is also a lower immortal.

"Saren is right, maybe we can slaughter two youkai and make a leather coat for your Amma!" Bayar said with a smile, his silver teeth shining brightly.

"Hey, three masters, your eight-treasure steamed duck is here. While they were chatting enthusiastically, Xiao Er, who was dressed in a short fight, walked over with a yellow-brown steamer in his hand.

He gently placed the steamer on the table.

"This is the signature of our store, it must be delicious while it is hot, please use it slowly. Xiao Er bowed and left.

"Kill the monster again, she just can't say anything when she sees the monster. Lang Mo shook his head and reached out to lift the steamer on the Eight Treasure Duck.

"Hey, how do you speak? Are you the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?" Saren frowned and looked at Lang Mo angrily.

only to find that his face had changed color.

"What's wrong?" Bayar could also see that Lang Mo frowned slightly.

"You also said that you want to protect this Xia people, look at what they are doing, this duck is missing a leg and dares to take it to fool us, it is clear that he is bullying us desert people!" Lang Mo said angrily.

"Missing a leg?" said Saren and Bayard looked at the steamer at the same time, the duck was golden and richly colored, and it looked delicious, but the only thing that was missing was that it only had one leg, or a whole leg.

"Really missing a leg. Saren whispered.

"It can't be that you just stole it!" Bayar didn't believe it, he looked up at Lang Mo.

"How is it possible, why do you think I am framing them?" Lang Mo became even more angry when he saw that he had been wronged by Bayar.

"That's really strange, could it be that this duck in Daxia only has one leg?" Bayar thought, touching his stubble.

Lang Mo stopped talking, he didn't want to argue anymore.

"Why don't we wait for the next dish to come up?" Saren suggested.

"Ouch, three guest officers, this dish is also the signature of our store, Chuanxiang large plate chicken. Just when the three of them were secretly sulking, Xiao Er came again with a plate.

He held up a steaming bowl and smiled all over his face.

"Do we have to put this chicken together?" said Saren as he looked at the large bowl of chicken cut into chunks and swallowed.

"Fight, of course I have to fight for Lao Tzu, I will find evidence of their stealing of ingredients today. Lang Mo was very angry, and with a wave of his hand, all the chicken on the plate flew out and flew in the sky.

Fortunately, there weren't many people in the hall, and they sat in a relatively remote position, so no one noticed that they were doing something strange.

"Hey, come on, apprentice, give you a taste, this Eight Treasure Duck in the Cloud Dragon Inn is the most delicious. Qigong climbed up from the chimney, and there was not even a trace of dust on his body.

He handed Luo Qingshui a yellow and tender duck leg.

"Thank you, master!" Luo Qingshui was very happy, took the duck leg and opened his mouth wide to take a bite. After this mouthful, Luo Qingshui's eyes widened.

"Wow, Seventh Master, this Eight Treasure Duck is too delicious!" her lips were full of oil, and she excitedly raised the duck leg in her hand and was about to rush up to hug Qigong.

"Let me tell you, his eight-treasure duck is the best. Qigong smiled.

"Boy, I didn't find anything delicious, there are some osmanthus cakes and fruits here, you can just take a look!" Qigong didn't know where to bring out a plate, which was full of pastries and fruits.

"Wow, Seventh Master, you're too powerful, aren't you?" Luo Qingshui exclaimed again.

"Well, then thank you Qigong. Yan Jinyu looked at the unexquisite meal on the plate, although he wanted to refuse, but his stomach still screamed angrily, so he had to reach out and take it.

"By the way, Seventh Master, you gave us all these to eat, what are you eating!" Luo Qingshui had just nibbled on two mouthfuls of duck legs, and suddenly remembered something.

The two of them have something to eat, but what about Qigong?

"Don't worry about me. Qigong took out a rag from his pocket, and there were a few pieces of chicken wrapped in it.

"I like to eat chicken heads and butts, you eat yours. As he spoke, Qigong began to gnaw on the head and ass of the chicken.

The three of them sat down on the roof, each eating the food in his hand.

"I'll go, I'm really missing my head and ass!" Lang Mo jumped up from his chair in anger.

Floating in the air was a headless and tailless monster, red and hairless, like a turkey.

"Hey, Lang Mo, you don't have to be so angry, do you? maybe they just didn't put it in?" Bayar reminded in a low voice.

It's a big place, and they're not locals and don't know much about it.

"Didn't put his head down! He dared not let go! Today Lao Tzu is going to burn down his kitchen. ”

Lang Mo was angry and jumped up to the second floor in one step.

Xiao Er had just come down from the stairs on the second floor, and when he walked to the center of the stairs, he saw Lang Mo with a straight face, and he was trembling with fright.

"What are you going to do, this guest officer?"

"Where's your kitchen?" Lang Mo stared at him viciously, as if he was about to throw him down the stairs without speaking.

"Yes, on that. Xiao Er was so frightened that he didn't bother to ask him what he wanted to do, and pointed to a room on the second floor tremblingly.

Lang Mo didn't say a word, he kicked again, climbed up to the second floor, and went straight to the kitchen.

Bayar and Saren sighed at the same time, shook their heads, and got up to follow Lang Mo over.

They didn't want Lang Mo to really make a big deal out of it.

"Which one is cooking!" Lang Mo slammed open the kitchen door and shouted fiercely inside.

There was only a dim light in the room, and a fat man and two thin men, one with a spatula in his hand and two with kitchen knives in his hand, all looked at him dumbfounded.

It was the first time a guest had broken into the kitchen, so the three of them were also stunned.

"What advice do you have for this guest officer?" the fat man was quite calm, he wiped the beads of sweat from his chin and asked in a deep voice.

"You tell Lao Tzu, why does Lao Tzu's duck have no feet, and Lao Tzu's chicken has no head and buttocks?" Lang Mo rushed forward with a brisk step, grabbed the fat man's clothes, and asked in a low voice.

"This, this, how do I know!" the fat chef was frightened, Lang Mo spoke too quickly and mixed with a desert accent, so that he couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

"Shhhh Someone suddenly whispered in his ear, and one of the comer's hands was still pressed on Lang Mo's shoulder.

He turned around, and it was Bayar, who had arrived.

"What's wrong?" Lang was puzzled, looking at Bayar.

"Listen, there seems to be some movement on the roof of this building. Bayard gestured to the roof tiles overhead.

Lang Mo didn't say anything, he held his breath and listened to the movement on the roof.

"Seventh Master, this duck leg is so delicious, I really want to eat another one!" said a woman in a sweet voice.

"Okay, okay, when the master finishes eating this chicken butt, I'll go down and get another one for you." Another extraordinarily old voice.

The fat chef was not an immortal cultivator, so naturally he couldn't hear such a subtle sound, but he didn't dare to move, so he had to stand stupidly in place, the dishes in the pot were all mushy, and he didn't dare to turn it over.

"Damn, do you still want to steal Lao Tzu's leg again? Lao Tzu is fighting with you!" Lang Mo heard that the old guy was going to steal another leg, and he was angry for a moment.

Bayard didn't even have time to stop him, he had already broken through the roof.