The consequence of ignoring the two boring masters is that Qian Ren is still penniless, but anyway, he has no pressure to eat and drink in Tianshifu. After observing the layout of the place, he can easily find the kitchen. .
However, before they could enter the door, Mo Pan, who suddenly saw the two of them, was protecting his kitchen with a steamed bun in his hand and a large spoon in his hand, and shouted nervously: "The devil! You appeared in the kitchen at this dark and windy night. What do you want to do?"
A poisonous demon like Qian Ren suddenly appeared in the kitchen of a righteous sect in the middle of the night. Anyone who thought about it was a scene full of conspiracy. However, facing Mo Pan's righteous question at this time, he only answered two of them confidently. Words, "Supper."
"what?"
Mo Pan was ready to scream for help, but he was a little stunned when he waited for such a normal answer. Logically speaking, it was the most serious thing to come to the kitchen to find something to eat. He himself found out to eat supper during the confinement, but why is the word supper so strange to the person in front of him
Looking awkwardly at the great protector of the demon sect, Mo Pan only had one thought in his heart - does the devil actually need to eat
He was still in shock, but Qian Ren was not polite at all when he ordered the younger generation, and said directly, "But since you've delivered it to your door, you don't need to use it for nothing, go and cook a few dishes."
This demon cultivator not only wanted to enter their kitchen arrogantly, but also instructed him to cook vegetables? Where does this courage come from? What's even more frightening is that the other party is too righteous and he can't find a reason to refuse!
Looking at the two in front of him with wide eyes, Mo Pan lost his confidence for some reason, only weakly said: "I... I can't!"
He was telling the truth, as Mo Pan, the direct disciple of the Palace Master of the Tianshi Mansion, grew up in brocade clothes and jade food since he was a child. He really didn't know how to cook, but when Zhuge Qingtian heard it, he only received a sentence full of words. Disdainful words, "You can't even cook, you're more useless than Fu Hongye."
In this regard, Mo Pan can only continue to frown deeply, thinking about a serious question - who is Fu Hongye? The celebrity chef of any restaurant in town
So, why should he, a monk of the right way, be despised for not being able to cook? Why do these two have a natural expression on their faces? Is the right way to be proficient in cooking? Is it his wrong understanding of the world
With just one sentence, the heir of Tianshi Mansion began to doubt his life, and when he thought about it, he also made Fu Hongye, a disciple of Xuanmen, bow his head and admit his mistake in one sentence. Although he himself didn't notice anything wrong with this, he just said confidently to Qian Ren: "Madam, don't worry, I especially know how to fry shredded pork with green peppers, and you won't be able to stop eating it!"
Looking at him silently, Qian Ren thought for a while, but still didn't tell the fact that he planned to do it himself. There was free labor but he didn't use it. This really went against the traditional virtue of their magic cultivator insisting on getting something for nothing.
However, sometimes both righteousness and evil can reach a consensus. For example, now, Daoist Lingsui descended from the sky, and he answered very naturally, "Since the two of you are so interested, why don't you fry a plate of peanuts for Laodao by the way."
It was impossible for Tianshifu to allow a demon cultivator to wander around at will, as Qian Ren expected, but he was speechless at the fact that the old Taoist was following him in a grand manner. However, the importance of maintaining a tacit understanding with colleagues at this time is reflected. Before he could speak, Mo Pan, who was beside him, was startled again, and subconsciously asked, "Master, can your dentures eat peanuts?"
I saw that his words successfully moved everyone's attention to the mouth of a certain old Taoist, but the Taoist Lingsui who was betrayed by his apprentice was as still as a mountain, he only patted the disciple's shoulder very kindly, and said kindly: " Good disciple, go and fry ten plates of peanuts."
Watching Zhuge Qingtian, who was full of energy, drag Mo Pan, who was trying to struggle, into the kitchen, Qian Ren didn't care what they would bring out in the end, he just squinted at the old Taoist who was monitoring him and said dissatisfiedly: "You senior who is right way came to eat rice, you want to be embarrassed. ?"
As the saying goes, ginger is still old and spicy. As an old ginger who has lived for more than two hundred years, Daoist Lingsui's face is also extremely strong, as if he did not hear the ridicule in his words at all, he only smiled kindly: "The Great Protector is very good to this husband. ."
Different from the heroic way of cursing people who greeted the eighteenth generation of their ancestors when they opened their mouths, the righteous sarcastic people have always stabbed others in the sore spot without a single dirty word on the surface. For example, now, when he heard the two characters of Xianggong, Qianren, his face turned black. He also knew that his mouth skills were incomparable to this old fox with dentures, so he just said with an unhappy expression: "Stop talking nonsense, let's talk, he Who the hell is that?"
I didn't expect him to speak so quickly, and Daoist Lingsui was also stunned, and finally sighed truthfully: "To be honest, I don't know."
"You found him, don't you know?"
Facing Qian Ren's suspicious eyes, Daoist Lingsui looked rather helpless, and only said: "Since ancient times, ghosts have only seen a single color, mourning clothes are mourning, blood clothes are murder, mourners hurt themselves, murderers harm others, red and white. Chong is the most unlucky, because there has always been a saying in the ghost realm that two ghosts roam the world and cry together."
As he spoke, he seemed to be reminded of the Fushen God he had encountered in the past, and his expression was a little worried, "According to my guess, his head and body are both ghosts and gods that are about to take shape, but they were unable to completely transform their spirits because of their limbs. What kind of accident came together, and the two merged into this kind of appearance. If his clothes turned into blood, he would become a fierce god, if he was in mourning clothes, he would be a mourning god. It is because of all unknowns that I can only temporarily call it the God of Joy and Sadness.”
Precisely because of the unknown, Daoist Lingsui did not dare to take action rashly, for fear that his own temperament would give birth to a powerful ghost and god that would bring disaster to all directions, so he could only persuade him to restrain the evil power by himself based on the theory of reincarnation. Fortunately, now it seems that Zhuge Qingtian is really trying his best to suppress his suffocation. If he can continue like this, it would be a good thing for the world.
Thinking of this, Daoist Lingsui looked at Qian Ren solemnly, "Great Protector, what kind of ghost he will become depends entirely on you."
For the living, the existence of ghosts and gods is naturally as few as possible, but Qian Ren has no enthusiasm for such an important task of saving the world. Give me some."
His attitude really didn't show anything, and Daoist Lingsui couldn't grasp the person's thoughts for a while, and took out a few talismans for him. Just as he was about to persuade a few words, Zhuge Qingtian came out with the food.
Seeing the two of them keep silent at the same time, Zhuge Qingtian didn't notice anything unusual at all, he just walked over to Qianren happily, dragged him and walked back, "Madam, let's go back to the room, this is my special purpose. Made for you, not for the old Taoist!"
Seeing that this ghost actually believed in his claim that a Nascent Soul cultivator would come to eat, Daoist Lingsui couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Well, maybe he doesn't need to worry too much about the birth of a new ghost. This man's wisdom is obvious. Not enough to be a disaster.
Xu Shi's expression was too embarrassing, Mo Pan immediately brought out a dark unknown object when he saw it, and comforted: "Master, don't worry, we still have peanuts!"
Looking up at him, Daoist Lingsui instantly felt that his hair had turned a little whiter. This apprentice, he actually fried ten plates of peanuts. Did you forget that your master has not been eating for a hundred years... Oh, it's still fried... Look The future of coming to their Tianshi Mansion is also quite worrying.
The Taoist Fang Lingsui was pitying his disciple's ability to see the atmosphere, but Mo Pan looked at Qian Ren who was leaving, but his expression was a little confused. In his cognition, the magic cultivator is the existence that endangers the people, and protecting the world from the magic cultivator is their top priority. Just like flowers are flowers, grass is grass, magic cultivators are magic cultivators, and everything should have a certain number. But this demonic protector was very different from what was described in the book. Although it was a little weird, he didn't seem to be a villain.
For the young boy, this is a challenge to cognition, so he can only ask the elders for help, "Master, the magic guardians are not as scary as rumored."
Unexpectedly, he would ask these words. Daoist Lingsui touched the whisk between his arms, only to realize in the blink of an eye that his apprentice had also reached the age where he should go to the rivers and lakes to experience, so he sighed softly: "The enemy does not It must be a bad person, and the same person is not necessarily a good person, too clear black and white may not be a good thing, when you really understand this truth, you will not be far from conceiving a baby."
The young man's expression seemed to understand, but Daoist Lingsui didn't expect him to understand, he just casually added, "As for now, finish these ten plates of peanuts, and then go back to your confinement."
What is right and what is evil, Mo Pan is still ignorant, but this does not affect him looking at the ten trays of dark peanuts and wanting to cry without tears, so he shouted: "Master, I was wrong! I am no longer in the confinement period. Sneak out! So, can you skip the peanuts?"
Of course, what he gained only came from the caring words of the master, "Of course, no. For the master, this is teaching you to clean up the troubles you have caused yourself, and don't always expect the elders to take action."
The pair of masters and apprentices on the other side were happily talking about life, and when Zhuge Qingtian returned to the room, he also actively filled the table with dishes, so he looked at Qian Ren expectantly, "Miss, try my craftsmanship! "
Xu Shi had come into contact with such a place of life as the kitchen after a long time. Zhuge Qingtian seemed to have found a sense of being alive, and his expression was obviously more excited than usual. Glancing at him, Qian Ren said nothing, just patted the stool beside him and said casually, "Sit down."
Although he didn't know what he was going to do, Zhuge Qingtian sat down obediently, and then saw this man take out a bright yellow talisman and stick it towards him. As a ghost, he was vigilant against these talismans, and he was subconsciously nervous. However, he still controlled the evil spirit and did not resist. When he was about to ask, he saw Qian Ren took a bite of the side dish on the table, and immediately came the green vegetables in his mouth. The aroma of food that he had never tasted since he died.
"This... this is... why I... "
He has been dead for too long, and the taste in his memory has long been blurred. Now that he suddenly perceives it again, he is actually a little speechless, and he can only look at Qian Ren next to him in surprise.
Since Tianshi Mansion naturally has a means to communicate with ghosts, Qian Renyuan just remembered that their psychic talisman can share perception with ghosts, so he asked for a few to use, but he did not expect Zhuge Qingtian to react so much. For a while, he could only calmly say: "The talisman used by the Tianshi Mansion and ghosts to channel spirits, the old Taoist forcibly put it on me."
Qian Ren didn't know how lonely the world after death was for a person who worked hard to live. The happiness in Zhuge Qingtian's memory is very simple, as long as there are simple meals and a warm bed, it is enough, but after his death, he lost all perception of the world, and even such ordinary happiness can no longer be enjoyed.
He couldn't smell anything, and he didn't feel anything even when he held on to the world, as if the whole world was telling him - you're dead and it's time to go.
But he was unable to die, so from the beginning to the end, he could only stay in the cemetery by himself, admiringly watching the living people pass by from a distance, that is a bright future that he has long lost.
And now, he finally got back a little of the feeling he had when he was alive. He was not only excited by the taste in his mouth, but also happy that someone finally saw him and would do something for his feelings. From the moment he opened his eyes and met the man in black in front of him, he was no longer a ghost guarding the mass grave alone.
He was obviously never reserved, but at this time he didn't know what to say to express his happiness, so he could only excitedly say to the man as always, "Miss, I want to worship you! Now! Immediately!"
He has always used the word "Baitang" on his lips, but he never expected Qianren to agree, but today, for some reason, he has a vague idea. Not bad.
However, before he could think about what this thought represented, Qian Ren had already glanced over with a blank expression, and then Zhuge Qingtian felt a numbness in his mouth, and he couldn't care about anything for a moment, he just covered his mouth and cried: "Ma! So ma! Madam, are you really human, and you can actually bite the peppercorns without changing your face!"
Looking at him with satisfaction, he hurriedly brought tea and waited for him to drink. Qian Ren, who had successfully shut up Zhuge Qingtian for the first time, was in a very good mood, and the corner of his mouth raised involuntarily. This charm is very good, bring some more.
Qian Ren's patience has always been good, even if Zhuge Qingtian was so startled by the numbness that he stuck his tongue out, he was completely like no one else, and Zhuge Qingtian could only repay him with a look of admiration for the gods, but just looking at him like this, just right He caught the smile that flashed across his mouth.
Such a person who is so cold as if he has no feelings, when he smiles slightly, it is like the spring breeze in February that has cut through the fresh green, and there is soft warmth in the coolness. At this moment, Zhuge Qingtian only knew that from the faint smile, he saw the endless rain, the clouds stretching in the wind, and the murmur that flowed from the depths of the soul as the ice and snow melted. Pool spring water.
Looking at him blankly, Zhuge Qing's world consciousness opened his mouth, "Miss, you...you laughed!"
"You are blinded."
As soon as these words came out, Qian Ren instantly regained his usual indifferent expression, gave him a sideways glance, and then stretched out his chopsticks toward the plate, so frightened that Zhuge Qingtian hurriedly hugged his arm, and begged for mercy: "No. , no, I was wrong, you put down the peppercorns, as long as you don't eat the peppercorns, everything is fine!"
Watching with lingering fears that he finally gave up the method of uniforming with peppercorns that perish together, Zhuge Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief, but only glanced at the man's frozen face secretly, and still couldn't help thinking, this man usually doesn't show any expressions, When he really laughed, his expression was surprisingly gentle.
The author has something to say: Zhuge Qingtian: Do you know how excited I am now!
He Fu: I understand, your mood is like eating the noodles on the instant noodle package! This is how I feel when I forcefully kiss He Huan!
He Huan: But I'm the one who attacked? ?
Qianren (indifferent): Give me a pound of peppercorns, thank you.