Pixiu went downstairs in a hurry, first let Ren Jiao pile the shark beads in the backyard, and then called Hou Yi, 2, 3, 4, 5 to go out to buy red silk from the spider essence, and personally called the Queen Mother of the West and asked her to order Pan Tao wine.
Sitting on the side, Qiu Fu nibbled melon seeds and said, "It's popular for Western-style weddings now. It's just a combination of Chinese and Western styles. There are a dozen tables below, and the master of ceremonies above makes the bride and groom cry, and they don't give chopsticks until they finish crying. "
He spit out the melon seed skin: "I went home a while ago and my cousin got married like this. After crying, I grabbed all the peanuts in front of me and finished eating, and she was still crying."
After Pi Xiu heard it, he thought for a while: "Western-style weddings are fine, but also Chinese-style ones. Only children can choose, and I want all of them."
He was downstairs after tossing around for a while and then called Su An who was lying on the bed after a long time. He first transferred the overtime pay, and then said, "The more grand the wedding, the better, the money can be spent, and there must be an arrangement. We're not short on money, do you understand?"
Su An is one big and two big, and wants to put the hot overtime pay back into the boss's arms, but the rationality of making money has the upper hand.
He patiently said, "Boss, I'll show you two plans later."
Pixiu nodded in satisfaction, patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, then it's up to you."
Su An looked at Pi Xiu's elated back, and pulled the corners of her mouth with a helpless smile. She could only comfort herself and plan a wedding for Pi Xiu. This was an opportunity that no one else could ask for.
It's a blessing.
The restaurant Xiaosan round hit the road again after many days, and went straight to the orchard of Zhen Yuanzi.
The ginseng fruit is almost ripe, and the two little boys vomited when they ate the fruit every day at home during the summer vacation. They grabbed the clothes of the ginseng tree spirit and said they wanted to take out.
Zhen Yuanzi slapped one, saying that if you can't finish eating everything at home, don't think about buying it from outside.
When Pixiu came over riding a tricycle, the little boy saw him as if he saw a hero of the world. The blue tricycle was no longer a tricycle, but a colorful auspicious cloud.
Pi Xiu nodded at Zhen Yuanzi: "I went out a while ago, and I just came here today to pull the ginseng fruit back."
"I thought you weren't coming." Zhen Yuanzi smiled politely and led him in to load all the remaining ginseng fruits into the car. Pixiu's tricycle still couldn't fit, so he used two plastic bags to carry one full and hung it on the left and right handles, and only then did Zhen Yuanzi clear the warehouse.
Zhen Yuanzi sent Pixiu to the door, and saw him take out a brocade bag from his pocket.
Pixiu threw the brocade bag to Zhen Yuanzi, raised his chin and said, "Look, are these enough?"
Zhen Yuanzi pulled the rope and looked at it. The contents inside made him stunned. He quickly reacted and said, "It's more. Although these fruits are precious, they are not to this extent."
Pixiu shook his head: "And thank you for telling me how to shape my body. I don't want to owe anyone anything, but thank you this time."
"You can know even if you look up the books, you don't have to."
Zhen Yuanzi was about to shirk, so he heard Pi Xiu forcefully say, "Take it, I'm getting married soon, remember to come over for a wedding wine and support me."
Zhen Yuanzi was stunned, and saw Pixiu riding away.
With a bang on the accelerator, I was in a mood of 800 yards of hi.
Today he is happy and happy to spend money.
In a rare occasion for thousands of years, even Tiandao woke up for a moment, and struck two thunderbolts to Pi to celebrate.
But the price of being too happy is that Pixiu's body temperature is too high when he returns to the restaurant.
Pi Jubao, who was doing a happy summer vacation, immediately raised his head and said, "I bought you a car! I went with Su An."
When Pi Xiu heard that he was buying something for himself, he immediately became less angry, and said lightly, "That's good, by the way, why don't you do your homework? Why are you still distracted, do your homework seriously and hear it, wait for Nezha to come back. I'll let him check on you."
As soon as Nezha entered the door, he heard Pixiu asking himself to correct his homework during the holiday. He raised his hand and threw a lot of lotus root: "I'm not an employee of your store, please don't press me, thank you."
Pi Xiu then weighed the lotus root, put his hands aside and said, "Drink lotus root soup tonight."
"The money for the vegetables is included in my rent." Nezha said, and put the lotus flowers he just picked into the vase, and the remaining lotus pods picked the two most tender ones and placed them on the small broom table.
Pixiu saw that there were still mud spots on his clothes, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why did you suddenly go back to your fish pond villa?"
Nezha snorted: "I haven't gone back for a long time to have a look. I caught two fish by the way. You can come with me in two days. There are too many lotus roots under the lotus pond. I can't dig them all by myself."
Pixiu frowned: "Isn't it just a matter of magic?"
"Who is too bored to invent the spell of digging lotus root? Isn't this nonsense?" Nezha clicked his tongue: "If any life expert invents this spell, I thank his eighth ancestors."
Pi Xiu clicked his tongue and helped Nezha to carry the lotus root and fish to the backyard.
As soon as he opened the door and raised his head, Nezha felt that his eyes were white and dazzling.
He narrowed his eyes and saw that the shark beads that had become a mountain were piled up on the ground at random. Hou Er and Hou Wu were squatting on the ground, using the shark beads as marbles to bounce around, which made Nezha feel complicated.
But Pixiu didn't see it, so he went to the kitchen to put things, then took off his shirt and took a ladle of cold water and poured it on himself.
Ren Jiao leaned against the door with a cigarette in his mouth and tutted, "Wenxi is not here, who will you show your flesh to?"
Pixiu threw his clothes aside, raised his hand and made a barrier, saying, "No, I just have something to do."
He took the keel out of his pocket and put it on the stone pier in the yard. The colorful bones carried the moisture of the ocean. The third prince couldn't help frowning and asked, "Where did you find this thing?"
Pixiu: "East China Sea."
Ren Jiao squatted down and stared at the keel for a while, and asked, "The bones of the old real dragon are all distributed to his son, where did you slip through the net?"
He looked at Pixiu, and suddenly he felt blessed and felt that he had realized something.
It is known that the sons of Lao Zhenlong are all freaks, and Pixiu is a freak who does not have a complete digestive function and is stingy and greedy for money, so it can be inferred that—
Pixiu is the son of Lao Zhenlong.
Ren Jiao suddenly took a breath and heard Pi Xiu say impatiently, "Why are you asking so much."
The bones were given to him by Tao Ti, but Nezha couldn't know about his meeting with Tao Ti for the time being, or else he would have a fight over Linglong Tower.
Pi Xiu's cover-up, in Ren Jiao's opinion, was an explanation.
He calmed down and said sincerely, "It's okay, Brother Pi, no matter whose son you are or where your bones come from, I will always be on your side."
Pixiu: "What's the mess, what about the powder mixer and the wall breaker? Bring them out. One smashes the shark beads, and the other mashes the ginseng fruit into mud for me."
Nezha raised his chin towards the keel on the ground and asked, "What about this thing?"
"I'll come in person." Pixiu squeezed the keel and looked again, trying to push hard, but there was no response except for the pain in his fingers.
Nezha squatted beside him and followed: "Any reaction?"
Pi Xiu shook his head and handed the keel to Nezha for him to try.
The five monkeys stopped playing marbles and leaned over to watch.
A few old men squatted on the ground and stared at it for a long time. The keel turned around in the hands of several people and there was no crack. Pixiu snorted and put the keel on the ground and pulled out a sledgehammer out of thin air. Come.
Pixiu told them all to back up, moved his shoulders twice with the hammer, and then swung back with the sledgehammer. This sledgehammer seemed more artistic than the discus thrower.
The old monster took a deep breath and slammed the sledgehammer on the stone pier.
"boom-"
Nezha stretched his head to look, good guy, the bones are fine, the hammer broke into several pieces, and even the stone mound below was smashed.
He took out the flaming gun and pushed Pixiu away: "Let me do this kind of destructive work, please let the professionals do it."
The professional third prince stepped on the hot wheel and flew in the air for a while. After confirming the aim, he directly dived with the gun. At the moment when the gun tip stabbed, the entire backyard flew sand and rocks, shaking for a long time before stopping.
Qiu Fu hid to the side and waited to calm down before asking tremblingly, "Is he still alive? Was the third prince strung together by his own spear?"
"Prince Ben is all right." Nezha coughed and pulled out his gun from the ground, patted his clothes, squatted down and found that this bone is still the same bone, lying on the ground quietly and sneered—
You bastards, you can't even open a crack.
Ren Jiao carefully pinched the bone and sighed: "As expected of the old real dragon, it is hard."
Pi Xiu stared at the bones with a bad expression, and he had already scolded Tao Ti, the idiot, in his heart. It is a good thing to give the keel, but can you not be so hard
You can't even break it, let alone grind it into powder.
Pi Xiu took a few breaths, reciting Tao Ti's good intentions, and finally suppressed the fire.
Nezha thought for a while, then turned his head and asked, "The surname is Pi, go to Yang Jian to borrow his three-pointed knife and see if you can chop it up."
Pi Xiu nodded, just as he was about to put away the keel and take it away, Hou Er grabbed his hand and said, "Brother Pi, we can't be hard or soft, you go to borrow it first, and some of our brothers will grind it for you first. Grind and see if it works."
"Can you do it?" Pixiu frowned.
Hou Eryi patted his chest: "It's okay, I'm not reliable and my big brother is here."
Pixiu thought that a dead horse would be a living horse doctor, so he nodded and rushed to the supervisory office on the electric bike without the windshield quilt.
Nezha watched Hou Er put his bones on the ground, and stood with his arms folded to observe their movements.
When the monkey took out the welding mask, he didn't panic.
When the monkey took out the welding torch, he was not lost.
But when the monkeys raised the masks to their faces and slammed the keel up with the welding torch, Nezha was a little panicked.
He squeezed Hou Er's hand: "What are you doing?"
If you want to take it, just take out the Ruyi gold hoop, and what kind of skill is it to take out an electric welding gun
Hou Er looked at him with a puzzled face: "Hyperthermia therapy."
The third prince, who knew nothing about the electric welding process, slowly let go of his hand, and then the fire trees and silver flowers were shining brightly in front of him.
Pixiu, who was waiting for the traffic light, suddenly shivered, feeling that something bad had happened.
Erlang Shen was using his work time to fish and walk the dog, and brought the roaring dog to buy some summer clothes. He happened to meet Pixiu riding an electric donkey at the door of the supervisory office.
The roaring dog frowned, sniffed and said, "It smells of fishy sea."
"The nose is very smart." Pi Xiu got out of the car and walked to Yang Jian's side, coughed and said, "Yang Erlang, I'll ask you to borrow something."
Yang Jian said with a cold face: "I don't want to borrow the dog. The black dog that I borrowed from you last time came back and kept crying, saying that he was dirty. What did you do to him?"
Pi Xiu was taken aback: "What did you do to him?"
It just made him urinate, and it was like pulling it to force breeding.
"All in all, dogs don't lend themselves." Yang Jian clenched the roaring dog's hand.
Pi Xiu snorted: "Who asked you to borrow a dog, I'm here to borrow your three-pointed, two-edged sword."
"Don't borrow it!" Before Yang Jian could speak, the roaring dog opened his mouth first: "How can he borrow his divine artifact casually?"
Yang Jian patted his back, looked at Pixiu and asked, "What are you borrowing that for?"
The voices of the three chatting were not low, and the monsters coming and going at the door of the Supervisory Office couldn't help but slow down their pace, and pricked up their ears to hear what big news this Old Ancestor Pi was going to make.
After all, it's a green hat, pole dancing, and Hai Zhen is the top streamer of the slaughter version. It's not too much to care about the paparazzi.
Pi Xiu cleared his throat: "I just want to use your three-pointed knife to smash something."
"Smash something?" Yang Jian frowned: "Isn't Nezha with you? His fire-point gun is useless?"
Pixiu shook his head.
Zhenjun Erlang's brows furrowed even tighter, and he asked, "What are you trying to smash?"
Pixiu paused and said truthfully: "The keel of the old real dragon."
People walking by the side of the road stopped.
The Howling Dog smiled and said, "Old Zhenlong's bones are all in the hands of his sons. Where did you get the bones? Could it be that you picked up his teeth or stones?"
Pi Xiu said with a cold face, "It's just bones."
The roaring dog was even happier: "Then you are the tenth son of Lao Zhenlong!"
As soon as the voice fell, the whole street was quiet.
Although, it is not impossible, anyway, the sons of Lao Zhenlong are more and more eccentric, and there are not many eccentrics. What if it is really the seed of the old true dragon, and the old man secretly left some bones for this son
Everyone's thoughts were different, but they all took out their mobile phones in unison.
"The grievances and grievances of the wealthy, it cannot be said that it is his son—"
"I originally thought it could not be said to be a personal hard-working party, but after a long time, I was still a hard worker."
"818 Old True Dragon Legacy, is it really average?"
"Did someone take a look at Lao Zhenlong's son? Are there any melons to eat?"
After Pixiu was unknowingly taken as a father by Green, he was taken as a son. But he doesn't know anything now, and is still trying to persuade Yang Jian to take him with him with a three-pointed, two-edged gun.
In fact, it doesn't matter if people don't go, as long as the main sword goes to the heart, it's fine.
Yang Jian glanced at the time and thought that it was almost time to get off work, so it didn't matter if he left first.
He coughed lightly and said, "Last time Xiaotian said that the fish there is delicious..."
Pixiu: "Okay, okay, I made dinner tonight."
The little electric donkey couldn't fit three people, so Pixiu put away the electric car, got on Yang Jian's Mercedes-Benz and returned to the restaurant. Before the man could stand on the ground, he heard bad news.
The monkey crawled out in a row, holding up the welding mask and saying, "Old, boss, the big thing is bad!"
Pi Xiu's body was shocked and his eyes widened: "What's going on!"
If there is a problem with the keel of your grandmother, he has to pluck out the fur of these monkeys and make a monkey brush for Wenxi.
Monkey four trembled, and Ai Ai said, "Second brother, he, he used electric welding to weld the keel to the floor tiles!"
Pixiu's eyes are black, what is electric welding? What is the welded floor tile
Why didn't you say that you hit the pig and the pig hit the tree? He is a restaurant, not a Lanxiang mechanic!
The roaring dog asked curiously: "What are you doing with the electric welding keel? Are you connecting the bones?"
The monsters who pretended to pass by the door of the restaurant and actually listened to the news were stunned.
You big monsters are just different. Others look for a doctor for bone repair, and you look for electric welding for bone repair. You are indeed steel and iron bones!
Yang Jian patted Pixiu on the shoulder: "Let's go inside, maybe the problem is not as serious as you think."
Pixiu took a deep breath, his face darkened and felt that his body temperature was a little high.
Wen Xi came from inside with a laughing voice: "What's wrong? I'll go home right away."
"It's okay, I just want to ask when you will come back. I'm a little hot." Pixiu looked at the keel that was welded to the ground, and tried to lift it up, but it didn't work.
His temperature rose just a little bit.
"I still have something to buy, I'll be back soon." Wen Xi urged the people next to him, comforting Pixiu and saying, "I'm here soon, please bear with it, sit in the air-conditioned room for a while, Don't get mad at things that don't deserve it."
Pi Xiu responded, and was forced to calm down after being coaxed by Wen Xi for a few more sentences.
"Which genius came up with this idea?" Pi Xiu rubbed his temples: "Go out on your own."
Hou Er took two steps, raised his chest and raised his head in a salute: "yeah, sir!"
"Don't be a fart!" Pi Xiu said angrily: "What do you think, use electric welding? Why don't you want to use a road roller to press it!"
Hou Er hesitated: "I haven't thought about it, what if high temperature therapy can melt it?"
That's what Taishang Laojun thought when he locked you in the alchemy furnace.
What if it burns
As a result, I saved a pair of eye-catching eyes and bought US contact lenses.
Pi Xiu stared at the bones on the ground for a long time, thinking that the fuck won't be smelted by the monkeys at high temperature, and the impurities will be more dirty, right
Yang Jian patted his shoulder: "It's a real keel, let me try it."
Nezha stood aside and reminded kindly: "Yang Erlang, be careful, this thing is very hard, can you do it?"
Yang Jian glanced at him and said softly, "A man can't say no."
There is no two words in the life of desperate Erlang. This man surnamed Yang always has a strong desire to win or lose in strange places. From his ability to split the mountain with a rusty broken axe and give a dog to the roaring dog Learning the violin is evident.
The three-pointed knife was held in his hand, and he slashed towards the keel with the momentum of opening the world, and suddenly collapsed the mountain and destroyed the strong man to death, and then the keel looked fine.
Yang Jian's face darkened completely.
His hand holding the three-pointed knife suddenly tightened, and then hit a series of bos at an inhuman speed, but the operation was as fierce as a tiger, and the output was 0.5 at a glance.
The keel was still there alone, beautiful and unscathed.
You cut me or you don't cut me, I'm here without any pain.
Monkey San was puzzled, squatted down and poked the keel beside him, and then knocked on the keel with the fire stick in his hand and complained, "This is weird, why can't it be broken...?"
As soon as the sound of broken characters came out, the keel under the fire stick shattered, and it really didn't save any face to the three big demons present.
The audience was quiet, all watching the MVP Monkey Three.
Hou San looked at his stick, and then at his hand, and explained tremblingly: "I can explain it scientifically, it should be that you used too much force to the critical value, so I made up for the last point. ."
Nezha and Yang Jian both looked at the unremarkable burning stick with a probing face.
The heavenly eyes on Erlang Jun's forehead opened for a moment, but quickly closed. Sitting on the side, he retracted his three-pointed spear, looked at Pixiu and asked indifferently, "How long until dinner."
Even the most indifferent man would feel embarrassed.
Pixiu coughed, "It's coming soon."
After the keel is broken, it is mixed with the shark bead powder. While Hou Da was making the puree with the fruit of life, the Queen Mother of the West arrived late with a jar of pan peach wine.
Millennium cellar, vintage puree.
Just a little bit will give you a peach-scented wife.
Pixiu was moved and said that the Queen Mother of the West could stay for dinner.
After the white jade jar with Wenxi's remains was taken out, and all the broken bones were poured out, everyone was dumbfounded.
Hou Er swallowed his saliva and asked, "I said, Brother Pi, this is harder than a thousand-piece all-white jigsaw puzzle."
Pixiu waved his hand, indicating that his wife's bones must be worked out by himself, but after only two minutes passed, Pixiu stood up and took out his mobile phone to call Nuwa.
While waiting for the call to be connected, he explained: "This kind of thing still has to be handed over to a professional."
Nuwa created a human, how many monsters grew up listening to this story, and how many monsters wanted to become a big monster like Nuwa, but very few monsters could see her do it in person.
After all, this unique intangible cultural heritage craft, other monsters are not very good.
All the onlookers watched Nuwa put Wenxi's bones into a human form bit by bit, and took Wenxi's photo to model it with a computer.
Nuwa was fully alive and hooked her finger towards Nezha: "Come here, little Nezha."
Nezha raised his eyebrows: "What?"
"Your samadhi really burns the soles of your feet, it seems a little dry." Nu Wa looked around the human figure she had just created, snapped her fingers, and the hair on her flesh grew a little longer.
Nuwa: "Pixiu, come and see, is this hair the right length?"
Pi Xiu coughed, "Just look at it."
Nu Wa: "That won't work, you are Party A, you can only do it if you are satisfied."
Pixiu looked at it and thought that it could be a little longer, after all, he liked the little thing's long hair.
At the end of the final adjustment, Nu Wa stretched out her hand between the brows of the fleshly body: "I will give you five hundred years of cultivation as a gift for your wedding."
Pi Xiu smiled, and rarely bowed his hands to Nu Wa: "Thank you."
"No thanks, you are an auspicious beast. Bringing fortune to mortals is also considered to be a contribution to the luck of the world. I also want to thank you." Nuwa smiled and left after packing up.
Pixiu took her to the door and delivered the wedding invitation. Before he could say goodbye, he heard Dada's hooves.
When he looked back, he saw that Wen Xi and Su Anmeng had returned for three hundred years and brought him four horses.
Pixiu looked at the four horses, the goods pulled by the horses, and Wenxi's little face with mud. I think of the horse dung brought by the four horses and the high-grade grain and grass to eat every day...
Ah, how he wished it was a beautiful mistake, that this was not a returnee, but a passer-by.