Liu Ya re-flipped the scriptures, only to find that there was a gap in the passage, and secretly hated that he only cared about having no head and no brain, and he didn't notice it as if he was blind.

By the end of the lesson, she was almost exhausted, her notes had not been taken, and she didn't know how to be as relaxed as other Taoists in the Year of the Monkey.

Chu Lingxi's soul dozed off like a chicken pecking rice throughout the class, and the complaints in her heart about the immortal education system were like a surging river, and at least eight of the ten sentences of explanation were useless truths.

In Chu Lingxi's view, most of the immortals of the immortal clan have neither virtue nor ability, full of intrigue and trickery, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality.

Bei Zhi's heart was as fine as dust, and he reached out to the bean sprouts kindly: "Today you need to clean the ancestral hall, and I will help in the afternoon." ”

Liu Ya memorized the book in a mess, almost forgetting about it, very grateful but unwilling to cause trouble: "You can cultivate the immortal method with peace of mind, I can handle it myself." ”

Bei Zhi said: "You are in the same group as Jiamu Gongzi, he will never be able to do it himself, your indulgence is not yet proficient, I am afraid you will have to stay up until late at night to complete all the chores." ”

Self-pity is useless, Liu Ya can only think of the benefits of everything: "You can also practice spells when cleaning, although it is hard but there will be gains." ”

In order to cultivate all-round talents, Dao Sheng needs to take turns to undertake all kinds of chores in Huaxu Mountain, Ling Qingyun and Yun Feng, the son of the White Tiger Clan, are in the same group, and the task is to help cook.

Liu Ya waved hello to Ling Qingyun after taking a seat in the dining hall, noticing that his face was extremely gloomy, and his hands were wrapped in bandages, and blood marks were faintly visible.

Dao Sheng has a fairy spirit, and ordinary injuries can heal themselves, Liu Ya couldn't guess what the reason was, so he asked his friend in a low voice.

Bei Zhi's heart was like a mirror, and he pointed to Yun Feng, who was arrogant: "The children of the Protoss who are not right-minded often use their power to bully others. ”

An Ge is kind and has a sense of justice, and is filled with righteous indignation: "It's too much, I have to reason with him, Huaxu Mountain will not allow anyone to do evil!"

Bei Zhi was thoughtful and acted prudently: "Yun Feng and He Luan have similar behaviors, they are both masters of reversing black and white, we are not his opponents, it is better to make a decision after discussing with Young Master Lin Ze." ”

An Ge looked around and pouted and complained: "Lin Ze has been haunted since he entered the Immortal Gate, most likely he went to have fun with the demon of Jiamuna!"

Bei Tong comforted: "Prince Lin Ze never does ridiculous things, there must be important things to do, and the contradictions between male Taoists are better resolved by them internally, it is not appropriate for us to intervene rashly." ”

Liu Ya felt that this was reasonable, it was indeed more appropriate for Lin Ze to come forward first, if he couldn't calm the turmoil, he could find another way.

Chu Lingxi deeply felt that fate was unpredictable: "Bean sprouts, even if I borrow you a hundred brain holes, you will never guess that you will become Lin Ze's bride with the baby of the Demon Venerable in the future!"

After the meal, Liu Ya came to the ancestral hall and used the longitudinal technique to make the rag slide on the floor, but she had not yet fully mastered the way of exerting force, and the rag was like a naughty and rebellious child, sometimes grinding and refusing to move forward, sometimes jumping and splashing many water stains.

Jiamu shook his fan, and it was inevitable that it would be another sneer.

Liu Ya flashed and said deliberately: "It's better for the son to show his hand and let the little woman open her eyes." ”

Jiamu sat on the offering table uninhibitedly, eating the fairy fruit recklessly: "Make yourself a smart bean sprout, don't want to deceive my son to do rough work." ”

Liu Ya couldn't bear to mess around with the devil with no bottom line: "How can the ancestor offer the table to be desecrated, don't come down quickly!"

Jia Mu disagreed: "If the patriarch and his old man really have a spirit in the sky, he should send down the Dao Thunder to warn me." ”

"Deviant, there should be five thunderstorms in the sky!", Liu Ya angrily threw the rag back into the basin to wash, and the red and swollen palms became more and more painful when wrung out.

She had a strange idea in her head - how to twist the rag with longitudinal art.

It seems like a simple job, but the requirements for spells are not low, because the two ends of the cloth towel have to twist in different directions at the same time.

Jia Mu threw a Qingxian jujube and hit her forehead: "Lazy bean sprouts, don't hurry up and work!"

Liu Ya rubbed the sore spot and said angrily: "It's embarrassing to bully people if you don't do anything, if you have the ability, you can use a spell to wring out the rag and let me take a look!"

Jia Mu was even more arrogant: "This son's superb immortal skills will not be wasted on such boring trivial things. ”

Liu Ya was full of disdain: "I think you just can't use the longitudinal technique to twist the rag, this must be difficult!"

Since the blindless bean sprouts are humiliating themselves, Jiamu has nothing to do and decides to abuse her again, using fairy magic to wring out the rag.

He was originally full of confidence, but he was immediately slapped in the face by reality - the rag was rolling left and right in the air, and he just didn't follow the spell obediently.

Liu Ya saw that the devil's expression was getting more and more solemn, and couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that you really can't use the longitudinal technique to twist the rag, it seems that your spell is not much great!"

Jia Mu couldn't accept his defeat, glared at the bean sprouts with hatred, and strode out of the Patriarch Palace.

Liu Ya was splashed with water by the rag in the basin, but he was very relieved in his heart, and it seemed that the ability of the demon of the mixed world was nothing more than that.

Jia Mu found the Twilight Pavilion in the Heartless Pavilion, roughly pulled out the silk handkerchief in his arms, and handed it to him after wetting it with the longitudinal water technique: "Dry it!"

Twilight Pavilion was confused, and the small fire spell made the silk handkerchief dry, and asked, "What moths are you planning to produce?"

Jia Mu was so angry that he wet the silk handkerchief again, frowned and shouted, "I want to see you wring the handkerchief out with longitudinal techniques!"