Sword repair living in the headlines of entertainment

At the end of the day, the six guests entered the salary settlement stage.

Song Yuan won the first place as a stage star - three taels of silver, and the last one was only two copper coins.

On the outskirts of County B, Chen Xiao was startled: "There are people worse than me!"

Previously, among his thousands of thanks, Brother Lu took the initiative to exchange a low-level errand with him with a high-level lottery, but he didn't expect the task in the envelope to make him burst into tears.

Keep farming.

Chen Xiao: "???"

Choreographer: No problem, a first-class emperor, a second-rate immortal, seven merchants, eight guests and nine farmlands. It's pastoral!

So plus the previous shooting, Chen Xiao planted the land for four days back and forth. He was so tired that he refused to get up in the field, but in the end he got a full sixty cents.

"Who is this? There are only two copper coins, and the next life will be difficult." Chen Xiao wondered.

The director coughed lightly: "Brother Lu."

Chen Xiao was taken aback for a moment: "Isn't Brother Lu helping the cook in a rich family?"

The director said: "Too much salt was added, and wages were deducted."

"—How much salt you put in won't take two coppers, right?!"

The two pondered for a long time, and couldn't help sighing.

The program group is really well-intentioned, completely restoring the cruel exploitation of the poor by the landlord class in ancient times.

The night is cold as water.

Inside the Yuxu pharmacy, a group of outer disciples yelled and brought in a large vat of spiritual spring water.He glared at Shang Lu Mengji's gaze.

Lu Mengji Shi Shiran walked by, suddenly took out a ladle, and scooped it into the tank.

The disciple holding the water tank jumped up angrily: "Wu Na devil! The 26 disciples of my Yuxu Sect are all waiting for this clear water to dissolve the salt, and you are still stealing water in broad daylight!"

Lu Mengji glanced sideways: "Broad daylight? What time is it? The news broadcast is over."

The disciple blushed: "It's not allowed to steal water at night!"

Lu Mengji hooked his hands, and the little camera immediately ran over with the camera on its shoulders.

"I'm going to the back kitchen to make a supper." In the camera, Lu Mengji said sincerely.

Seeing the gloomy camera, the disciple stepped back a few steps. He looked at the camera, then at Lu Mengji, and finally his mouth twitched, and he ran away with the tank in his arms.

Protecting the spiritual spring water, Lu Mengji walked slowly to the back kitchen, where the processed snow lotus seeds, white fungus, and gentian dates were being neatly placed on a palm-sized jasper cutting board.

Lu Mengji was probably the first to use high-grade Lingyu as a chopping board.He put down the spring water he had snatched and probed with his fingertips, and he knew that the warmth in the chalcedony had penetrated into the ingredients.The lotus seeds are cold in nature, so prepare them two hours in advance, even the weak will not hurt their stomachs if they eat them.

About half an hour later, Lu Mengji came out from the back kitchen, holding a bowl of fragrant white fungus and lotus seed soup in his hand.

The backyard of Yuxu Pharmaceutical was heavily guarded tonight, but in Lu Mengji's view, there were loopholes everywhere.He restrained his demon power, turned left and right in the darkness, and in an instant he arrived at a house.

Then he knocked affectionately on the door.

The door was pushed open from the inside, Mu Fan seemed to have known that he was coming, and his expression was quite disapproving, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

Like a cat scratching the door, Lu Mengji grabbed the crack of the door and slid in, looking around happily.

The house is not big, and you can see the end at a glance.There was a faint fragrance of frost and snow in the cup and on the quilt pillow.

Without hesitation, Lu Mengji picked the chair that Afan sat on, put down the lotus seed soup, then took a deep breath calmly, and let out a comfortable sigh from the bottom of his heart—looking at Afan with bright eyes. Fan.

Mu Fan was in a trance for a moment.It was as if Lu Mengji was still the little white dumpling on Jianfeng Peak back then, who went out to jump around in the middle of the night, and was locked out of the door foolishly, so he could only scratch his own door pitifully.

In less than two months, all the disciples of Jianfeng knew that the door of Mufan Bamboo House was scratched with sharp claws and saw shavings, which looked really interesting one by one.Among them, Senior Brother Yichen was the most indignant, and used a pretext to teach the civet a lesson, and took a bamboo pole to chase Lu Mengji away.

At that time, Lu Mengji hadn't transformed yet, but he probably had bloodlines and spirituality, and he moved around very cleverly. Every time he was caught by Yichen, he would "just happen to be under Mu Fan's nose".

Mu Fan had always loved Lu Mengji pampered, he couldn't see how pitiful he was being held by the soft fur on the back of his neck, as long as he whimpered, he would definitely ask to get the cat back from Yichen.Since then, Lu Mengji has been even more arrogant trying to stamp anywhere, and even ran to Mu Fan's bamboo house every three days.

Later, when he learned how to lock with his claws, he became even more unscrupulous.Every time Mu Fan comes back from evening class, he can see the palm-sized little white dumpling wobbling restlessly in his folded quilt, only revealing a wagging snow-white tail, and a bulge out of the quilt. packet.

If you fiddle with the tail lightly, the bulge will deflate with a whoosh, and a cat-like cub will come out from inside, and it will push towards Mu Fan with all its strength.

The past scenes resurfaced, thinking of this, Mu Fan couldn't help but feel soft.

He closed the door and looked back.Just as he was about to speak, he found that Lu Mengji was refilling the cups of tea he had used earlier.

Lu Mengji's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. When he saw Afan turning his head, he immediately took a quick sip. He felt his lips and teeth were clear and his mind fluttered. The warm tea was like a fire, burning in his internal organs.

Mu Fan had no choice but to take out another porcelain cup.

Lu Mengji poured himself two cups of tea in a row before suppressing the beauty in his heart.He pushed the bowl of lotus seed soup in front of Afan, but he was not in a hurry to claim credit, but took the opportunity to sue——

"I've been busy in the back kitchen for a whole day, and I don't even have a place to sit and rest. The black-hearted shopkeeper only gave me two copper coins!"

The black-hearted shopkeeper is Mu Fan's nephew, he raised his eyebrows and said: "You broke with Tianshui Sword Pavilion back then, and Yuxu Sect had no karma with you, why do you want to take the opportunity to retaliate today?"

Lu Mengji thought to himself, Yuxuzong and Tianshui Jiange are in the same line, and they are stubborn, so explaining to them is a waste of words, and even hindering his destined marriage with Afan!

He replied: "I heard it clearly in the back kitchen! Those few outer disciples cursed at me for a whole day in the vegetable greenhouse!"

Mu Fan took a sip of tea, but didn't speak.

Lu Mengji's eyes swept across Afan's water-colored thin lips, and for a moment he felt that the cup in his hand had lost interest, and wished he could rush over to kiss Fangze—but he was ruthless, At most, he would snatch that cup over while Ah Fan was not paying attention.

Mu Fan said in a short while, "Lu Mengji, do you want to overturn the case?"

Hearing Afan's question, Lu Mengji didn't want to get entangled in the topic: "I can win your trust because Afan believes in me. If the Zongmen doesn't believe me, it's useless to make more excuses. Besides, 600 years Before, all witnesses and material evidence were destroyed. If it was not found out in the past, it will be impossible to reverse the case 600 years later."

Mu Fan said: "According to the Yuxu sect system, as long as two of the three elders are willing to excuse you, they can invite Jian Tianjing."

Lu Mengji was stunned for a moment, his heart was filled with surprise and sourness, but when he met Afan's eyes, his heart was slightly pained.

The incandescent tones in the house are extremely cold, smudged on Afan's cheeks, making those thin lips as pale as paper with snowy skin.He had memorized thousands of volumes of classics in the Sutra Pavilion, so he naturally knew what the Sky Mirror was.

——Explore the spiritual sea to prove the false and the true, so that the doubters can see clearly, and the crime can be punished for nothing.

Thousands of years ago, only one elder asked to use the Sky Mirror, but now there are two.There is no other reason. It takes at least two golden core stage cultivation bases to instill in the activation of Jiantianjing, and the spiritual power is exhausted afterwards, and it will take three or four months to recover.

The former elders of Jiange in Tianshui were all Nascent Souls, and it was no problem for him to activate the mirror, but Afan was different—how could he be willing to risk Afan for him because of his illusory innocence?

"Don't worry, after 600 years of being the boss of Lu Demon, I'm used to being free." Lu Mengjilie pretended to be impatient: "At any rate, he is also a majestic Queen of the Yuan Dynasty, and he will lose his position when he is photographed by that little broken mirror."

Mu Fan stared at him fixedly: "There are many people in the sect, you shouldn't be wronged like this."

Lu Mengji thought, he ruined Afan for 600 years, so he deserved to be cursed.

600 years ago, Afan protected him in the sect, and 600 years later, he believed in him, forgave him, and was willing to help him get rid of his guilt.

He owed Ah Fan, and he might not be able to repay it even if he died.

But he couldn't redeem himself with his life.In the past, he was lingering in the demon capital, hovering on the verge of life and death several times, even with his last breath, he would desperately live on——

Because he is going to become a baby and become a demon, and from now on, no one will dare to touch Afan with a finger.

"Afan." Lu Mengji said suddenly.

Mu Fan looked at him with clear eyes.

Lu Mengji thought to himself, why is A Fan so cute, his heart is about to melt.He cleared his throat, and said: "The Yuxu Sect only has a few hundred people, and they only dare to poke people in the back in this remote area. If you bully me in public—"

The corner of Lu Mengji's mouth twitched, and it was extremely arrogant: "The fighting power of billions of movie king fans is not just talk."

Mu Fan was dumbfounded.

Lu Mengji took the opportunity to push the lotus seed soup to his sweetheart: "Try it?"

Then he put Afan's teacup aside, quickly refilled the tea, poured water, and pretended to forget it by his right hand.

When Afan scooped up a spoonful of crystal clear sweet soup, he immediately seized the opportunity to lick the tip of his tongue at the place where Afan drank water just now.

Lips and teeth stay fragrant.

Mu Fan glanced at him. Back then when Lu Mengji was a little white dumpling, he loved to snatch cups, bowls, and dishes. He regarded him as a monster protecting food, so he let him go.Later, he turned into a tender boy who could pinch water, and Mu Fan still pampered him.

It's just that at this time, it has become a large Lu Mengji, and it seems that there is something wrong with this form again.

The lotus seed soup is sweet and refreshing, and it is steaming hot. It is indeed a rare and delicious dish on a cool spring night.

Seeing that Mu Fan had run out, Lu Mengji immediately made a request: "They abused the actor, so let me live in the Datong shop at the back."

Mu Fan raised his eyebrows: "It sounds much better than the thatched cottage in the mountains before."

Lu Mengji acted like a baby: "Afan, let me squeeze in for a night, okay?"

Mu Fan laughed: "Lu Mengji, you are already 630 years old."

If one plan fails, another plan will be born.Lu Mengji's eyes drifted away and landed on the table: "What is Afan looking at? Set graph theory?" He picked up the book and read a few pages in a vague way: "This proof is dazzling. Would you like to tell me, Ah Fan?"

Mu Fan nodded, and his thick eyelashes blocked the helplessness in it.

Lu Mengji chattered and flipped through this and touched that, until he rubbed it everywhere before he was satisfied.

Then he was holding a familiar math book, and he was about to spread it on the bed.

A soft spiritual force gently supported him, Mu Fan flicked his robe sleeves, already wanting to invite him out of the door.

"Afan, wait - just one night, just one night -" Lu Mengji yelled.

"Go back, don't make the program team wait too long," Mu Fan said.

Lu Mengji had no choice but to hand the book back: "Afan is so cruel, the sages have said that there is no discrimination in education."

Mu Fan finally couldn't help but said: "I have already explained this solution to you last week." His voice paused slightly: "Don't you remember, classmate Lu?"