Huang Shulang, "weasel", sharp-beaked monkey gills, people are as their name suggests. As the saying goes, there are only wrong names, no wrong nicknames. Even the spirit beast he raised was the Huang family's Yellow Weasel Immortal, called the Weasel Weasel.

True to the nickname, the "weasel's"'s favorite food is roast chicken. The main thing is that the roast chicken in the canteen is also delicious, and even Han Lin still remembers it when he rushes the pulse. In the early days, Han Lin often pretended to find good wine, and then bought some roast chicken and took the initiative to visit, in order to get closer to the relationship between the two.

Today happened when Ding Hao bullied Wang Shi. Even the sun is weak. Han Lin brought roast chicken and good wine, only to see that the sky was overcast. Even the wind smells gloomy and damp.

He deliberately wore a top hat today just to look formal. He'll have something to ask for the weasel later.

It started to rain in the afternoon. At first it was like the urine of an old man, but soon it was like a thread.

There was a rustle inside and outside the valley.

The rain came quickly and violently. Han Lin was protected by a magic robe, but he didn't care. I just feel that the weather is gloomy and gloomy. It's also in line with what he's going to do next. Very good, very good.

These days, Huang Shulang's mood is the same as this weather, not very good.

Every now and then it rains.

Originally, he only had a mid-stage cultivation of Qi refining. Unlike other late-stage cultivators who are honest in the facts, he borrowed the position that he borrowed from the relationship and spent the spirit stone to get it. With the fox and tiger above, he could barely sit still. But paper can't hold the fire. Those who have been staying for a long time naturally know his details. The outer door is a little more senior, or the cultivation is high, and he doesn't like to take care of it.

So watching this group of new disciples succeed in opening their pulses one by one, he was in a bad mood. Even Murong Yu, the little cub who offended him, opened his pulse. He was inexplicably irritable. I don't know if it's jealousy or what emotion. Wait a few years, and when these stinky cubs have also cultivated to the middle stage of Qi cultivation, they will not be as afraid of their own power as they are now.

He knows it himself. The day will come quickly. Maybe that's why he's irritable and upset.

"Hey. Sighed. Count the years. Don't look at the appearance of the weasel, he is still just a young man. That's the effect of spiritual practice. Before I knew it, I was almost thirty.

"I'm the worst of my batch. "After practicing for more than ten cold and summer months, I haven't broken through the middle stage of Qi cultivation. Blame yourself and blame yourself. When I went down the mountain, I couldn't resist the temptation of the flowery world. Accidentally broke Yuanyang. He is already poorly qualified, and his resources are limited. It's also self-inflicted.

Luckily, the absurdity had a good outcome. Got a daughter. Eleven or twelve years old. Wait a few more years to reach the age of opening the pulse.

"Knock knock. There was a knock at the door.

"Steward Huang. Is it me? "It turned out that Bucktooth Boy had come to visit him again, as was customary in the past. Outside the door, the Bucktooth boy shouted kindly, pulling him back from his depressed memories.

"I'm a steward now. It's a little bit of a privilege. Hee-hee-hee. "Comforted myself. He got up to open the door for the other party. Outside the door stood the stupid Han Lin. And with gifts as always.

Looking at the nondescript bucktooth boy with a top hat and the smile on his face, Huang Shulang felt comfortable.

In Huang Shulang's opinion, although this Han Lin person does not look good, his temperament is excellent. It is also respectful to oneself from the heart. That's not a fake. At the same time, he knows how to advance and retreat, and he is a good seedling and soldier who is willing to do things. Arrange everything to be done well.

It's easy to use.

"It would be nice if everyone in this outer gate was like this bucktooth boy. He squinted. "It turned out to be Senior Brother Han. It's raining so hard outside. Come in, come in, come in. ”

Han Lin understands that having wine and meat is the premise of good communication. You're welcome either. Smiled and entered the house. First, as usual, I made a few games with Huang Shulang. Then waited until the two sides were slightly drunk, and then said this intention: "Senior Brother Huang." The younger brother is not talented, and it took dozens of days to open the pulse successfully. Ay. The younger brother also knows that his talent is not good, but he is an orphan. It's even worse. There is no elder in the family to help him. This outer door is just a lump of mud and no countertop. Fortunately, there are stewards in the past to support you. Today, the little one has something that is hard to say, and I want to tell you about it. ”

The weasel also drank up. The sycophants of the past are in place, and today's wine and food are also in place. His face was slightly red, and with a pair of squinting eyes, he stared directly at his number one dog, and said, "If you have anything to say, just talk to you Brother Huang, don't beat those crooked intestines." What about my subordinates, and what do you say, "What are you still trying to do, like a mother-in-law, could it be that you have a crush on a girl and want to be a matchmaker for you?"

Listening to these words of the weasel, I also know that he is a person who is not taboo in meat and vegetarians. No wonder he didn't hold it down the mountain and broke the ring.

The two clinked glasses together, glanced at each other, showed a look that all men understand, and then laughed.

"How dare you ask the steward to help me be a matchmaker!" Han Lin's face was also flushed, and he said squirmishingly, "Actually, it's just that the villain knows that he has no ability, but he wants to mix up a better chore, so he is cheeky and begs the steward brother." ”

I heard that the other party really had something to ask for himself, and this was okay. In the past, this bucktooth boy only knew how to work, how could he ask for this and that. The weasel was halfway awake from the wine, and he was sitting in a precarious position at the moment, looking like a bureaucrat, and refused to say without thinking about it: "Hmm? this~ This is not very good." To put it mildly, it's also a fake public and private. If it were known from above, something would happen!"

Han Lin people are not drunk. When I heard this, I scolded from the bottom of my heart, I knew that this weasel was like this, and he couldn't get the benefit of eating, not a person. His face remained unchanged, and he still said, "How dare you ask the steward to do such a thing." Don't you dare, but I don't dare. I just want to be transferred to the fairy grass garden at the outer gate to be a handyman in the garden. It's close to where I live, so I can walk a few steps less and spend more time cultivating. ”

When the weasel heard this, he knew Han Lin's true intentions. Relieved at the moment. If Han Lin begged him for something he couldn't do, he would have to use his brains to think of a better excuse to refuse, otherwise wouldn't he have lost his prestige in vain. However, after drinking at this time, my head moved slowly, and it took me a long time to think of a reason.

He was reluctant to use his mana to force out the wine he had drunk.

As for going to the medicine garden on duty, the weasel thought about it, thought about it, and found that it was not a big deal when it fell to the root.

Han Lin knows how to be measured. He knew that the job of taking care of the fairy grass garden in the weasel was actually just an errand that could not be improved. Sometimes it's even very hot when you encounter special circumstances.