I'm really immortal

Xiaoyang jumped on the sofa and walked around a few times. He imitated Liu Changan's usual posture of slumped on the sofa watching TV and lay there for a while. Then he got under the electric heating table and stuck his head out from the middle of the heating blanket. He felt that the perspective here was unique. No wonder Dandan and Dongdong like to squeeze in here and watch TV.

Next time I come to play, I will squeeze in here with them and watch TV. But I still want to look like a lamb. If I squeeze in such a beautiful girl, there won’t be enough room.

Getting out of the electric heating table, it felt like he hadn't seen the bad old man for a long time. The little sheep jumped to the door of the bathroom and stood with his head raised to look at him.

"It's the Qingming holiday now. Speaking of Qingming, have you thought of any poems, songs, cultural allusions, etc.?" Liu Changan is good at teaching and educating people. Naturally, he wants to incorporate education into every aspect of life, so he casually inspires and guides Xiaoyang. .

"Do you think I'm illiterate?"

"Aren't you?" Liu Changan turned to look at her in surprise.

Seeing his expression, the lamb angrily raised its front hoof and kicked him.

"Qingming Festival is a festival established since ancient times to commemorate the heroes who died in the fight against the Qing Dynasty and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty! It is said that when Wei Xiaobao was studying under Chen Jinnan, he was in love with Chen Jinnan's daughter Chen Yuanyuan. Wu Gang and Wei Xiaobao betrayed the Tiandihui regardless of their righteousness, which dealt a devastating blow to the anti-Qing and Ming cause. Countless anti-Qing martyrs were massacred, and the Qingming Festival was born. From then on, the Tiandihui could only live on a small island in the southeast. You know, we can’t do anything on that small island.”

Xiaoyang sighed. He had been hit by Liu Changan repeatedly in Junsha. He often tried to ride on his neck to dominate but failed. This may have something to do with living on the southeastern island for a long time, but now he has settled in Junsha. , gradually absorbing the power of rejuvenation and the aura of national destiny that accompanied the development of the mainland, sooner or later he can seek to usurp the throne and oust the old man from the position of the leader of the Nine Provinces Fenglei Sword Sect.

Just as China will inevitably rejuvenate and return to the top of the world, Xiaoyang will also reach the top of the Kyushu Fenglei Sword Gate.

Liu Changan was stunned for a moment before he understood what it was talking about.

He still remembered the time he had a video chat with Zhu Juntang. She had just woken up and said that she dreamed that she and Liu Changan turned into sheep and ate all Wu Sangui's laurel trees in the moon palace.

Is King Pingxi Wu Sangui or Wu Gang?

Wu Sangui!

Liu Changan shook his head, understanding more and more what Qin Yanan had done. The pollution ability of this lamb was really extraordinary. Fortunately, he was confident, knowledgeable, and had a solid knowledge structure. If ordinary people stayed with it for a long time, they would be infected sooner or later. Confusing common sense and understanding the world differently from ordinary people... such as Bai Fen.

"The Tomb-Sweeping Day embodies the Han people's thought of pursuing the future with caution. It is also a manifestation of ancestor worship. People believe that as long as future generations never forget, those departed ancestors, heroes or ordinary souls will still protect future generations into a farther future. Follow It has nothing to do with resisting the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty!" Liu Changan took a deep breath, reminded himself not to get angry, and explained in a calm tone.

"It has nothing to do with the anti-Qing Dynasty and the restoration of the Ming Dynasty, so why is it called Qingming Festival?" Xiaoyang didn't believe it at all. It has never been superstitious about authority. Even Liu Changan made mistakes sometimes. It is the saying that it is better to believe in books than to have no books, especially when A lot of historical and cultural knowledge is written casually by people for fun and does not need to be taken seriously.

"Su Shi wrote an article "Butterflies in Love with Flowers: The Grasses Rest in the Fading Spring": The grasses rest in the waning days of spring. The scenery in the guest house is the Qingming Festival again. People in the small courtyard remember farewell at dusk. The falling reds are heard everywhere. So close. The mountains and rivers are divided into Chu and Yue. The eyes are broken and the soul is in ecstasy, and the sound must be endless. The dream is broken at the fifth watch, and the heart is about to break. The sound of the trumpet blows down the plum blossom moon." Liu Changan recited a poem.

"This person must have not had a holiday during the Qingming Festival, so he just wrote poems to make others' heads hurt when they recite them." Xiaoyang sneered.

"Su Shi! Su Shi! Su Shi was from the Song Dynasty. He celebrated the Qingming Festival. Do you think the origin of the Qingming Festival has anything to do with the Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty?" Liu Changan spit out the mouthwash in his mouth and almost died when he heard it speak. I swallowed all the mouthwash.

"Since Qingming Festival has nothing to do with the Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty, then why do these two dynasties happen to be called the Qing Dynasty and the other is called the Ming Dynasty? Is it because they were both dynasties founded on the Qingming Festival?" Xiaoyang further thought about historical issues.

"You go back and ask your mother. Your ancestor of the Zhu family, no, your ancestor, Mrs. Su, got rich in the Ming Dynasty. She probably knows." Liu Changan pressed his hand on the sink and stared at the drain outlet where the water was flowing out. Point your finger outside to let the sheep slip away.

"I don't want to ask, and I'm not interested. I just like chatting with you. Even if I'm talking about things that I'm not interested in at all, I'm happy. But if I want to talk to others, even my mother, I'm too lazy to ask. The answer. The answer to the question is not important, what is important is that the conversation is between the Little Fairy Goat and the Big Fairy Goat.”

The little sheep walked into the bathroom, slipped between his spread legs, looked up at him with dark eyes full of joy.

Liu Changan was a little helpless. He was so good at teasing. Who would believe that he was not his own child?

The lamb slipped between his legs, walked around his calves a few times, and then rubbed its head against his trouser legs.

"You are the fairy sheep, I am not the fairy sheep." Liu Changan refused to admit that he was this inexplicable creature. He held its two small hooves with both hands and placed it outside the bathroom.

"You are."

"no."

"According to my in-depth research on biological genes, it is impossible for a person to gain the ability to turn into a sheep inexplicably. I can only inherit this ability from you. Obviously, this was when the Antarctic people were pregnant, and you supplemented it. She nourished me, and as a baby, I also absorbed the ability you passed on."

The lamb squatted on the ground, tilting his head and thinking calmly, "Just like an egg will turn into a poached egg, it's not that the egg has the ability to turn into a poached egg if it wants to turn into a poached egg, but it has inherited the protein that is heated when it is still in the chicken's belly." This characteristic will be solidified and discovered by humans and exploited.”

It actually knows that protein will coagulate when heated? Liu Changan didn't want to talk, and he didn't bother to talk to it in depth about the denaturation of proteins caused by heating.

Because once it talks about the denaturation of proteins by heat, it will interpret "denaturation" as something strange, and then talk about some topics that make Liu Changan emotionally ups and downs.

"But, why is the ability you passed on to me to transform into a sheep? The only explanation is that your body is the Great Immortal Sheep." Xiaoyang thought again.

"I told you! I can change anything, and I will turn into the twelve zodiac animals! You are the only one who has realized how to change into a sheep!" Liu Changan said angrily.

"Then did you pass on to me the ability to turn into a bleating dragon?"

"No!"

"I don't believe it! If I learn to transform into a dragon one day, I will bleat too!"

"..."

"Maybe that's what some dragons are called."

"No!"

"Hey! I want to go back and see what types of zodiac signs there are."

After saying that, the lamb went to the bedroom to put on its diaper, and then came to the balcony to jump off. At this time, its attention was attracted by a pot of lush green maidenhair fern.

Last time it brought another little lamb to play, that little lamb had obviously eaten almost all of the pot of maidenhair fern, and it fully recovered in two days?

The little sheep looked down and found that there were a lot of tea leaves at the roots of the maidenhair fern, which meant that Liu Changan had poured the leftover tea leaves here. This pot of maidenhair fern had absorbed the nutrients from the remaining saliva of Liu Changan.

If I continue to absorb his nutrients, will I gain more abilities?

Thinking about this problem, the lamb inadvertently chewed two mouthfuls of maidenhair fern leaves. He was suddenly shocked and spat loudly. It just liked to become a sheep, but it didn't like to eat grass like a sheep!

But how can I get his nutrients? It can't also turn into a dragon essence potfly, right?

No, my thinking direction is wrong.

I shouldn't need to continue to absorb his nutrients, but may be able to provide nutrients.

For example, the saliva you just spat out.

Thinking of this, the lamb spit at the maidenhair fern a few more times, jumped downstairs, spit at the sycamore tree, came to the gate of the community, and spat at the hamster in the vendor's cage. Drooling, I returned to Building 1 of Baolong Center.

We will study this kind of thing later. The most urgent thing is that she should put on a sheep doll costume and let her mother and father take her to the amusement park.

Eight in the morning.

Zhu Juntang looked at his new version of the sheep doll suit. Because it is equipped with an emotion sensing system, the ears and tail will vibrate on their own. It feels particularly cute, especially the lightweight speaker with a bell-like shape on the chest. When touched, it will emit sounds of many sheep. " "Bah baa", the sound was loud and powerful.

So Zhu Juntang equipped each breadman with one. She had the overall control and could make all the bleating speakers equipped by the breadmen scream together, and in an instant, a hundred and eighty thousand bleating speakers could roar.

It's a pity that the sheep mother and father sheep are unwilling to wear this, and now only Zhu Juntang is wearing the sheep doll suit. They are only willing to get in the nanny car to change.

In the underground parking lot, Zhong Qing, Zhang Xinhan and Jin Xiaomei were all wearing neat black uniforms and skirts, waiting next to the motorcade.

They all wore badges with lamb patterns on their fronts, and the bread people lined up neatly.

Gao Shou, the leader of the breadmen standing in front of the queue, accidentally squeezed the bleating speaker, and the sound of sheep bleating suddenly sounded. Gao Shou was stunned for a moment, and saw some of his colleagues biting their lips, with distorted expressions. Refusing to laugh, the new group of senior security guards across the street either adjusted their glasses or touched their noses, looking around, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

Gao Shou was digging his toes in his leather shoes constantly, and even the insteps were arched, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead. Feeling the third lady's eyes on him, Gao Shou quickly lowered his head, But I didn’t dare to touch the bleating speaker anymore. What if I made a mistake and it screamed even louder?

Fortunately, the bakers were already familiar with the eldest lady's temperament, so she didn't care about such trivial matters. The loudspeaker beeped for a minute and finally stopped.

"Call together."

Zhu Juntang was inspired to control all the Breadmen's speakers and make the sound of sheep roaring on the prairie.

At this time, Professor Liu Jianshe and Mrs. Zhusan walked out of the elevator. They heard countless sheep bleating. They almost thought there were sheep going out in the underground parking lot. After being stunned for a moment, the two couldn't help but raise their hands to shield themselves. With half of his face, under everyone's attention, he got into the nanny's car without saying a word but with a slight look of embarrassment.

Zhu Juntang quickly followed in.

"How's it going? Does it feel like the ancient emperor went on patrol and thousands of horses were silent?" Zhujuntang Yangyang was proud. Needless to say, his mother likes to pay attention to pomp and show, and the old man is more casual, but this can finally make him recall the time when he was the emperor. It feels like remembering and comforting me.

"You are talking about ten thousand sheep and ten thousand horses in silence. Ten thousand horses in silence means that all the horses are silent, which describes a depressing feeling. Do you understand?" Professor Liu Jianshe corrected, she knew the idiom "ten thousand horses in silence", and also Not bad.

"There is a word next to the word "口" that actually means silent? Is there something wrong with the person who coined the word? In short, from now on, the meaning of "ten thousand horses in silence" means many horses barking together, and it is synonymous with "ten thousand sheep in chorus." Zhu Juntang said disapprovingly that since he had redefined its meaning, what it originally meant was not important at all.

"Why don't we leave the Xinhua Dictionary, Idiom Dictionary, and Chinese textbooks to you to compile?" Professor Liu Jianshe said sincerely.

"Do you think these editing positions are so easy to get?" Zhu Juntang reminded the inexperienced Professor Liu Jianshe, "Waiting for my "Tsundere and Cold Dragon" daddy wants Baa Mea baby to poop sheep excrement on his head every day. "Ball" is published and after winning the Bao Bell Literature Prize, I can apply to be the editor-in-chief of these books."

Her book doesn't seem to be called that?

Yes, it's called "Tsundere... Fairy Sheep Baby...". The title of this book is almost the same as the title of Li Bai's poem. Without the ellipses, it would make people feel like it's just watering down.

Professor Liu Jianshe did not remind her that the title of the book was wrong, "If you can be the editor-in-chief, I will eat all the books you publish."

"Haha, I want to trick you into eating and drinking again."

"No big or small." Mrs. Zhusan knocked her on the head and said to Liu Jianshe: "You are the same, you can always quarrel with her. When she talks nonsense, I ignore her."

"You're wrong. She has a lot of thoughts in her mind. The less you correct her in time, the easier it is for her to go astray. No wonder she is so weird now. It's because you always turn a blind eye to her erratic words and deeds. One eye was not properly disciplined in time." Liu Jianshe glanced at the bright-faced Mrs. Zhusan, who was wearing a light pink cheongsam and had a gentle temperament.

He had just wasted some time on it, but her custom-made cheongsam actually had problems with the zipper on the back, leaving a faint red mark on her snow-smooth skin, which reminded him of many scenes.

"Okay, okay, you discipline her well." Mrs. Zhusan is no longer the girl who wanted to argue with him about right and wrong in everything. She just knew that if he really disciplined her well, he would not call her back from Antarctica. Now... I haven't stayed in Antarctica for long, but I was nicknamed "Antarctic" by Zhu Juntang, which was a bit disappointing.

If you stay in Junsha for a long time, will you be called a "Changsharen"?

"Go and change your clothes quickly!" Zhu Juntang urged. He was the only one wearing a sheep doll suit, which didn't look like Bie Mea's house at all.

Liu Jianshe and Mrs. Zhusan looked at each other, but they didn’t pretend to be pretentious. They went to the bedroom in the rear compartment to change clothes. The sheep doll clothes prepared by Zhujuntang were relatively complex in structure, so it was a bit difficult for one person to wear them, not to mention the difficulty in changing them. Not completely naked.

After changing into doll clothes and coming out, Mrs. Zhu San gave Zhu Juntang a rolling look: "Are you satisfied? You have to be more obedient in the future, otherwise I won't be as good looking as you."

Liu Jianshe looked at the middle-aged and elderly sheep in the mirror and frowned. When he saw someone sorting out the twelve zodiac signs, he should have kicked out the "sheep" from the twelve zodiac signs... It didn't seem to make any sense. , I should be more sensible. In fact, it is Zhujuntang that makes people angry, and it is not a creature like sheep. It is cute and delicious, and is a good friend of mankind just like dogs.

Zhu Juntang tilted his head and looked at the sheep father and mother. He felt satisfied. Like other children, his parents participated in various activities with him.

I often see in the news a child's father dressing up as a dinosaur, Ultraman, etc. to pick up the children from school. Zhu Juntang is more or less envious.

Although I have passed the age where I am very attached to my parents and want them to accompany me in everything, I still have regrets in my heart. Now it feels like some new pictures have been painted out of the once empty space in my memory. Having a lively and lovely daughter, accompanying her willful parents, are the warm colors common in ordinary families.

Zhu Juntang is a fairy, but all fairies in history would rather become mortals for the things that attract them in the mortal world, and Zhu Juntang is no exception... Let’s be a mortal playing happily with mom and dad today. .

"Hey! Come and take a photo!" Zhu Juntang took out his mobile phone and asked them to take a selfie together.

In the photo, Mrs. Zhusan is covering herself up, Professor Liu Jianshe is expressionless and turns to look to the side. Only Zhujuntang is smiling, and her dark, soft and bright eyes are moist.

We set off at around eight o'clock, but there was a bit of delay on the road. In addition, the convoy always moved slower, so we arrived at the Window of the World Amusement Park after nine o'clock.

"It's all you who are complaining!" Zhu Juntang was the first to jump out of the car, "The park is open, what if we have to queue up later?"

"Qingming Festival is a natural solar term and a traditional festival. In addition to sweeping tombs and worshiping ancestors, there are also outings. There are indeed a lot of people out to play." Professor Liu Jianshe looked around while talking, but saw a familiar Porsche MACAN stopped nearby. He couldn't help but reach into his trouser pocket and turn off his phone.