I don't think there are too many people who like to wash dishes.

Li Xiu didn't like it either.

It's like he thinks the world is worth it, and then wears that little flower, it's not that you like it, but you have to do it.

If you have to say a place that is really worthwhile, it is only Tingxue Building, whether it is Tang Guo or the academy, there are not too many gifts for Li Xiu.

It's just that no one can choose your background, you were born in this country and grew up, there will be a lot of ups and downs and injustices along the way, but you don't have to choose, and you have already shouldered the corresponding responsibilities from the moment you fall to the ground in this country.

This is something that everyone can't avoid, the world has never given Li Xiu any gifts, but he grew up in the world, this is the biggest gift.

Just like what the National Normal University used to say before his death, never ask what your country has done for you, ask more about what you have done for this country.

The same is true of the human world.

That's why when he stood in the old alley, Li Xiu said the words that were worth the world firmly and without hesitation.

See the big with the small, and know the small.

It's the same with the washing of dishes, I don't like it, but I have to do it.

But as long as you do it, then you must do it well, and that's true of everything.

This hot pot may not be pleasant, but it must be very suitable.

Vegetables and slices of red meat float up and down on the red soup, and this is the whole process.

"The forces in the wasteland are intricate and involve a lot, and they often affect the whole body. ”

Qianguan put down the dishes and chopsticks, put his four arms at his side, and said to Li Xiu.

Li Xiu was silent for a while, he had heard these words many times, and there were many people who wanted to persuade him like this.

Qianguan's voice was a little thick, it sounded both cool and very calm, his gaze was very light, unlike the Thunder King, those eyes looked like the coexistence of indifference and compassion, the polar reversal between life and death.

"But if you want to wear that little flower and do something big, don't think about the collusion and dirtiness behind these forces, because no matter how wide and huge the involvement is, it doesn't matter to you. ”

"Step on, that's what matters. ”

Qianguan said.

He is good at Buddhism, good at Buddhism, taken from the thousand-eyed thousand-armed Guanyin Bodhisattva, and his understanding of everything is often different from that of other demon kings such as the Thunder King.

There is a lot of truth in that.

Liang Xiaodao couldn't help but stand up, picked up the wine jar and respectfully poured a glass of wine for him, some people don't talk much, but they can benefit a lot by opening their mouths.

The same is true for Li Xiu, because his own ideas are like this.

"Now it seems that the Ancestral God Palace can survive to this day, after all, there is still some reason. ”

He whispered.

Qianguan was silent.

King Lei's eyelids jumped, and he felt that he couldn't get off the stage, and his expression was slightly angry, and his eyes kept looking at the copper pot.

Liang Xiaodao was very familiar with this scene, and he did this when he lifted the table the first few times, so he couldn't help but quickly get up and shout a few times at a few people, extinguished the flames under the furnace, and quickly put away the plates and saucers on the long table.

The red soup has become very light and has gradually calmed down and is no longer boiling.

The rice is cold.

It's time for people to go.

The Ancestral God Palace was about to disappear and be destroyed, but it should last for a few years, and the four demon kings sat on the long table, thinking about the hot pot that could be called the best before, and there was some satisfaction in their hearts, and then it turned into regret.

Those two boys have left, and they can eat this meal in hot pot, and I don't know when the next time will be.

It's just that it doesn't seem to be tedious, but it's very simple, so if you have time in the future, you might as well try to do it.

"Are you really going to the Southern Snow Plain?"

The hall was quiet again, the dishes and chopsticks were still on the table, they didn't brush them, and Liang Xiaodao didn't take them away.

Someone asked aloud.

The north and south snow fields are in the same breath, the snow country is cold and ruthless, and the desolate people are the most stubborn and wise like demons, and the two echo the north and south can be said to coexist as one.

It's not so easy to move either one.

Zhibai is as wise as a demon, and it is even more difficult to deal with from Pu, it is a real and out-and-out old monster, and it is a sacred tree that holds the mark of the sky, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is one of the most difficult people in the world to deal with.

The Thunder King didn't speak, and looked at the other two.

Qianguanpan sat on the ground, shouldering the heaven and earth with his four hands facing up, and did not make a sound, but his attitude was very clear.

Another Grandmaster Demon King thought for a moment and said, "Since you should come down, you have to do it, but the South Snow Plain is not easy to go, and you still need to think about how to go." ”

The Thunder King nodded, turned his head to look at the wall with extremely disordered veins, and remembered the two figures.

"Xiao Boru can't kill me, and naturally he can't kill me. ”

He said.

Qianguan opened his eyes, and the three temple demon kings glanced at each other, knowing that he had already made a decision, and couldn't help but nod at the same time, expressing their approval.

The Ancestral Divine Palace has a long history, and there is no trace of it, and its long-term existence represents the glory of the past and the decline of the present, and there is not even a powerhouse of the Five Realms who can match Xiao Boru in the Ancestral Divine Palace.

It's just that then again, even if you look at the whole world, how many people can match Xiao Boru?

The Ancestral Shrine is erratic in the green sea, the traces are difficult to find, and there is no specific place, entering from the void and coming out of the void.

It is very suitable and lucky at the moment, because the place where the Ancestral God Palace existed during this time was the very edge of the Green Sea, that is, the place next to the boundary of the barren state.

Li Xiu and Liang Xiaodao walked out of the gate of the Ancestral Divine Palace, and the tall and ordinary Ancestral Divine Palace disappeared into the clouds and mist, revealing the edge of the green sea, which was only a few thousand meters away, and the edge could be seen at a glance.

Thousands of meters later, the flat road and the long, sparkling town are the land of a wasteland.

The Green Sea is a great treasure, and it is not only the Tang people who enter it to explore, but also the monks of the Wasteland, and the transactions brought about by the perennial exploration and supply and demand will naturally produce a bazaar, and as the fame and number of people spread, the bazaar slowly became a fang market, and finally formed a large town.

Once someone needs or someone wants to sell the treasure from the green sea, they will come here as soon as possible, and they can often get what they want.

The raccoon was still sitting on Li Xiu's shoulder, and his listless appearance looked like he was drowsy.

"Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, and don't look at your figure, fat like pigs. ”

Liang Xiaodao remembered what he had just been beaten, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart and sneered.

Xiong Fat didn't look at him, and he didn't even pay attention to it.

Liang Xiaodao pursed his lips, begging for no interest.

The distance of thousands of meters is not a long time, and for the two of them, it is nothing more than a few words.

The sky was still dark and unlit, and the lights in front of the town were flickering, and it looked like a peaceful little village.

The wind is still the same wind, it doesn't bring any special taste, and it doesn't have a sweetness that Tang Guo never had.

"This is the Wasteland?

Liang Xiaodao looked around and said lightly.