From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Qilin Courtyard

On the ground in the yard was a fat pheasant that was found caught in a trap during the routine morning patrol.

The pheasant weighs about five or six pounds, and its feathers are brightly colored. I don’t know if it’s affected by the spiritual power overflowing from the Zhang family’s ancient house, but the pheasant actually has some spiritual power.

Looking at the pheasant that somewhat resembles a phoenix, Mo Jiu squatted in front of it, drooling. The fake phoenix is ​​also a natural enemy, and he wants to eat it.

Zhang Qiling felt helpless when he saw him like that. Why was it that after Mo Jiu had tasted the food he made once in all these years, he never wanted to touch it again? Every time he ate it, it was the spiritual herbs and fruits from his personal mansion.

One time, he took out the corpse of a phoenix from his personal mansion and wanted to eat it raw. After being stopped by himself, he did not even mention eating the meat.

Now seeing Mo Jiu's greedy look, Zhang Qiling frowned in embarrassment. He could cook it himself and then swallow it.

Mo Jiu just...

Thinking of Mo Jiu who once vomited after taking a bite of his barbecue, Zhang Qiling silently turned around and went to the courtyard building next door.

When Zhang Qishan and his party went out of the courtyard building, they encountered a problem and could not get out.

"What's going on?" Zhang Rishan patted the invisible barrier at the gate of the courtyard building. They could see through it, but it prevented them from getting out.

"It seems that the people here know Taoism." Zhang Qishan's face was pale, and he was surprised when he looked at the barrier.

Some things about the Zhang family. His grandfather was the previous patriarch. Although he did not grow up in the Zhang family, he knew a little bit about it. The methods of these extraordinary people were unheard of.

"What should we do now?" Yin Xingyue asked.

"Wait!"

"Wait for the people here to let us out."

"The young clan leader said early morning, so we probably have to wait until tomorrow." Master Ba also said.

Zhang Rishan looked around and frowned, "Looks like we'll have to spend the night here."

"This is the only way." Zhang Qishan nodded.

Just when a few people wanted to return to the hall, Zhang Qiling appeared in front of them silently, looking at them with cold eyes.

Zhang Qishan and his companions were shocked.

"Senior, is there something wrong?" Mr. Ba stuttered in fear.

I cry silently in my heart. I know you are very clever, but please don't scare me. I am timid. Woo woo woo ~

Zhang Qiling and Zhang Qishan stared at each other for a while before silently shifting their gaze to the Eighth Master.

"Cooking, you know?"

"Ah?" Mr. Ba was stunned. He looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief. The young man looked like a high and cold god. Cooking?

"I know a little." Zhang Rishan didn't understand why the patriarch asked this, but he spoke quickly.

Cooking gives me a chance to go out, it’s better than being stuck here.

Zhang Qiling glanced at Zhang Rishan, turned around, waved his hand, opened the barrier and walked outside.

Several people looked at each other. What did he mean?

Zhang Qishan looked at the cold and elegant figure walking away. Was this the work of a demon or a god?

But could a family with the blood of a Qilin be a monster? Obviously, the young man in front of him belonged to the latter. Therefore, there really was a god in the Zhang family. Thinking of this, Zhang Qishan was shocked by his own thoughts.

But his grandfather had never had such mysterious Taoist skills.

"Follow."

Zhang Qishan and his group did not dare to ask too much and followed him silently.

……

In Qilin Courtyard, Mo Jiu was holding a pheasant's claw in his right hand, raising it above his head, tilting his head back with his mouth slightly open.

Hearing someone coming in, he put down the pheasant in a panic and hid it behind him, facing Zhang Qiling with a happy smile on his face.

"Little brother, I just... I just want to see how heavy it is and whether it is enough to eat."

As he spoke, the little hand behind him threw the pheasant aside and rubbed his little paws.

Zhang Qiling watched him silently walk in with Zhang Qishan and his group.

Zhang Qishan had never seen Mo Jiu before, and he looked at the little boy in front of him with some curiosity.

From what I saw along the way at the Zhang family's ancient house, it seems that something happened to the Zhang family and all the clan members left. So why is this little boy in luxurious clothes still staying here with the young clan leader?

"Little brother."

Mo Jiu ran to Zhang Qiling, climbed onto Zhang Qiling's body using both hands and feet, and asked him to hug her.

Zhang Qiling helplessly held his arm with one hand and supported his waist with the other. Was this little Qilin treating him as himself or his real self and wanted to be held by him?

"Little brother, why did you bring them back? You can go out and take them out tomorrow morning." In his heart, Qilin Courtyard is his territory, and having strangers enter here is a provocation to him.

"Cook, roast the chicken."

Zhang Qiling explained and looked at Zhang Rishan who pointed to the pheasant on the ground and asked him to do it.

Zhang Rishan and Zhang Qishan looked at each other.

Zhang Qishan nodded.

Zhang Rishan walked to the pheasant, picked it up, and felt it in his hand. It was quite heavy. He didn't know what the chicken had eaten to get so fat.

"Mine." Mo Jiu didn't know what a cook was, but when he saw Zhang Rishan taking his pheasant, he wanted to pounce on it and snatch it back in a domineering manner.

Zhang Qiling held his waist to prevent him from rushing over. After thinking for a while, it seemed that there was no such thing as a cook in the prehistoric world, so he explained, "Cook, make chicken, it's edible."

Zhang Rishan was about to pounce on by Mo Jiu, and the Qilin's might that had not been restrained was suppressed. He sat on the ground all of a sudden, his face pale, cold sweat pouring down, looking at Mo Jiu with some horror.

At that moment, he felt like a mighty and ferocious beast was pouncing towards him with its bloody mouth opened.

"Japanese shirt."

"adjutant."

The three of them quickly helped Zhang Rishan up. They didn't know why Zhang Rishan was like this.

Zhang Qishan had the blood of Qiongqi in his body, and at that moment he also felt a different aura, but it was not directed at him. He just felt a sense of fear in his heart.

Looking at Zhang Rishan's expression, Mo Jiu touched his nose a little embarrassedly and rolled his eyes.

Zhang Qiling knew from the look on his face that he was up to something bad again, but now that he was like this, it would be better to let Jiujiu stop tormenting them!

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiling carried Mo Jiu into the room. She decided to wait until the roast chicken was ready before carrying him out!

"Adjutant, how is it?" Mr. Ba helped Zhang Rishan brush off the dust and mud on his clothes and asked worriedly.

Zhang Rishan shook his head, looked at the closed door, and gestured with the pheasant, "Let's roast the chicken first!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Rishan felt a bit of a headache. His cooking skills were not that good. If he didn't do it well, would this young senior eat him?

"Let me help you." Mr. Ba said.

Zhang Rishan nodded and looked at Yin Xingyue, "Then Madam, please take care of Master Buddha."

"Don't worry!" Yin Xingyue nodded, feeling a little embarrassed when looking at the pheasant. She had never cooked before and didn't know how to cook it, so she couldn't help.

"I'm going to help too."

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