Raiders mission is to breed to get rich

In the end, Sinan didn't make things difficult for the young sect master, but warned him sternly, and reported his deeds to the Sanshan sect, and officially informed his father, the sect leader, to let him out.

It's just that Sinan found it very strange that the young sect master had a dazed look on his face when he obviously didn't do anything to him, as if his spirit had suffered a great blow, and he walked out in a wobble.

She shivered a bit when passing by the bag of precious goose down.

According to the original plan, they definitely wouldn't go back to the mountain so soon. It's just that Cheng Xuzhi's identity is different, and he always had to report to the head, so they returned to Ling Jifeng immediately.

Si Nan and Cheng Xu walked out of the small courtyard before they met Ming Ke who had just attended today's discussion on immortality.

Sinan thought for a while, Feng Zun is also the villain in the original book, although according to his recent guess and observations from the two previous worlds, this "Feng Zun" must be very different from the original book, so he should protect it own apprentice.

There are some things that Ming Ke should know and respect his opinion.So, Sinan said: "I have something to meet with the master in a few days, so why don't you come and listen?"

Ming Ke was stunned for a moment, and agreed.

Cheng Xuzhi gave Ming Ke a smile for the first time, which made him touch his sword subconsciously.

How do you feel that Junior Brother Cheng is doing something wrong today?

When he arrived at the courtyard where the head of the sect was, Ming Ke discovered that several elders who were in charge of the management of the gate were also there.

Then he saw that the master calmly introduced his junior who was good at disguising Xiao Bailian under the gaze of a crowd of real people:

"This is Feng Zun."

The headmaster's expression changed from indifferent at the beginning to rigid.

The elders all wrinkled their faces, suspecting that they had suffered from dementia of hearing in advance.

Ming Ke was struck by lightning.

Once again, he thought of the smile of "Junior Brother Cheng" just now.

It really is uneasy and kind!

Ming Ke's vigilance and the grievances hidden under the bullying of his younger brother recently doubled and exploded.

If he is really a mortal junior in his teens, he will bear it.

Fengzun!The guy who killed his master is an old goblin who has lived for thousands of years.

Pooh!

Not only bullying his master, but also his master's apprentice!

Thinking of how many intimate "Xu Zhi" Feng Zun had lied to his master, Ming Ke was like a lemon tree, bearing fruit in an instant.

Cheng Xuzhi found that the system's notification sounded in his ears, and the task of fighting against the protagonist and adding obstacles to the opponent could not be completed anyway, and that kid Mingke was as stable as if he had taken a meditation pill.

This will all be done.

Cheng Xuzhi smiled.

Mingke was so angry again.

Compared with the young disciples who were full of grievances and resentment, the elders of the Sanshan Sect stabilized their minds a little, and immediately put suspicious eyes on Huan Yanjun.

"Junior brother, you..." The head of the sect subconsciously thought that getting Feng Zun to stand in front of them was definitely not as simple as revenge.

After all, the one who brought Feng Zun here was the real sufferer of their Sanshan faction, the person who should have hated each other the most.

Sinan softly said another thought that exploded like thunder: "Master, I hope to have peace talks with the Western Continent."

"This!" The leader immediately stood up, "This is no joke!"

Just as he stood up, the headmaster immediately realized that it wasn't that difficult——

In this battle between the east and west continents, the monks hadn't fought much before the news came that Lord Huan Yan and Feng Zun died together.

The demon cultivator receded in a pan of loose sand, the demon cultivator couldn't stand alone, turned around and ran away, and the human cultivator died down by the way.

Standing in front of them were probably the two biggest victims in the East and West Continents.

"As Huan Yan-jun said, I think so too." Feng Zun, who was standing beside him with a childish face but no one dared to ignore him, also expressed the same attitude.

Head: "..."

Suddenly he felt like the Lao Wang next door who came to the scene of a husband and wife fighting. As soon as he opened his mouth to attack a certain party, the family on the other side reconciled.

What else do you say?

How can this be said?

The head of the sect sighed: "The sect will definitely consider this matter, but... don't reveal Feng Zun's identity."

The elders stared at Feng Zun and swore another monster blood oath, and then let them go back, but this time, I don't know how many eyes were secretly staring at Ling Jifeng.

They also know that this is exactly what Lord Yan Yan acquiesced, otherwise they would not have brought people to the head to explain.

There's a bomb in there!

The head of the sect is under a lot of pressure, and he has to worry about the safety of his junior brother Huan Yan, and he has to make good preparations for the discussion on immortality. He feels that he is probably the most overworked head in the history of the Sanshan sect.

He listened attentively to the information reported by all parties——

In the morning, Feng Zun ate a bowl of millet porridge on Ling Ji Peak, washed Jun Yanyan's bowl by the way, and after polishing the table, went halfway up the mountain to give Lingji an extra meal.

In the afternoon, Feng Zun and Huan Yanjun were arranging the feathers in the yard, and they also called the steward who was in charge of needlework in the sect to order a few sets of clothes. Feng Zun stopped by and had a chat with Huan Yanjun's disciple Ming Ke. Well enough.

"Oh, by the way, Senior Brother Ming Ke lost 13 people in a row in the sword competition in the afternoon. Master Yuan Ruo said that he had realized a trace of murderous intent, which is a pity to congratulate."

In the evening, Huan Yanjun went to the chicken shed again, studied it, and rested in the same room with Feng Zun when he came back.

Head: "?!!!"

a room? ? ?

what happened?

This is what Ming Ke wants to know.

"Cheng..." He almost called out to his junior brother, but Ming Ke quickly took it back, with a serious expression on his face, "What are you doing? Are you going to move out?"

Cheng Xuzhi hugged his mattress expressionlessly and walked out of the guest room.

Hearing Ming Ke's words, he stopped pretending and raised his eyebrows proudly: "Move to your master's room."

Although he was a little awkward when he heard this request, as a clean and tidy person with low tolerance, he really didn't want to live with others.

But by chance, he didn't refuse.

Hearing this, Ming Ke was stunned again.

If every time the mood is like being struck by lightning, now Ming Ke should be regarded as a lightning-inducing tree that has been tempered and tried.

Reason told him that the master was to monitor Feng Zun;

Feelings tell him...

tell him……

Cheng Xuzhi clearly heard the crisp notification sound from the system again, and he was one step closer to completing the mission goal of pissing off the hero.

A complete surprise.

Ming Ke: Emotions tell him that this is wrong.

Cheng Xuzhi shrugged, patted Ming Ke on the shoulder very understandingly, and jumped over briskly.

In Ming Ke's eyes, he naturally recalled all the descriptions about the Bird Clan—

He doesn't know what Feng Zun is like, but the males of the bird clan are stinky and proud, like to show off in front of the enemy, have a morbid obsession with appearance, have strong aggressiveness towards the same sex, and never live in other people's nests unless it is an adoring female Made by invitation...

and many more.

So why did Feng Zun agree to live in Master's house?

"Why did you have to let me come over?" Cheng Xuzhi turned into a disgusted expression as soon as he entered the door, and put the bedding on a couch on the other side of Sinan's bedroom, and touched the corners and corners of the bed with some habit .

I turned my fingers, and there was no dust.

"It's been cleaned up." Sinan smiled, "You have a clean freak, I know."

I don't know why, but the three words "I know" are very meaningful.

Cheng Xuzhi spread out the things, tidied them up, and then said, "Is it to spy on me? No need, you know me..."

"No." Cheng Xuzhi saw that Sinan's expression was suddenly a little excited, and he walked over with a small basket, and said to him, "I need your help, since I accept your identity, you should return something in return." ?”

Cheng Xuzhiman nodded indifferently.

As for the reward, he doesn't mind at all. The demon clan in the Western Continent is rich, and his identity as an ancient legacy is even richer among the richer. There is nothing he can't do.

"Very good." Sinan nodded in satisfaction, and gently opened the basket.

There are four or five carefully selected spirit eggs in a variety of colors, and the varieties are different at first glance.

"The eggs are just laid these days, can you hatch them for me?" Sinan smiled softly.

Cheng Xuzhi: "???"

Sinan has been thinking about this issue ever since the spirit chicken at the foot of the mountain really discovered its special utility.

The free-range method he adopts, although the method of feeding chickens is more abundant and the resources are better, but in essence it is still fruit trees, bamboo forests, and rice, which is no different from other sects.

Even if the sect raises few spiritual chickens, and not many monks eat them, it's not impossible that none of them have the effect of promoting cultivation, right?

Just kidding, in this practice, all the cultivation treasures that can be found have been developed by human cultivators long ago.

When he returned to the mountain today, he suddenly thought of another possibility——

Since Feng Zun is the little red chicken, and there may be a few "guests" in the chicken coop who are eating and drinking, as the only special variable, it is very likely that they have affected the spirit chicken.

Human cultivators practice differently from demon cultivators, which is the most basic criterion for them to distinguish the three races.Although a spirit dog like Ergou is also an animal with its feet, it walks like a human cultivator, so it is not considered a demon cultivator, but a fellow Taoist.

Perhaps it was the influence of the demon cultivator's breathing practice that changed the state of the spirit chicken.

Sinan decided to give it a try.

If it succeeds, the West Continent will not only have the richest mineral deposits, but also a group of the best breeders he could only dream of!

Can't wait to open the door to the Western Continent.

Thinking of this, Sinan looked at Cheng Xuzhi with an even more eager expression, his eyes almost shining.

Cheng Xuzhi: ...

Suddenly flustered.

On this day when the lamp shadow flickered all night, and some heads and disciples tossed and turned all night, no one knew what Feng Zun and Huan Yanjun had done.

All he knew was that when he pushed the door open the next day and went in, the child-like Feng Zun was gone, only a half-sized, still fluffy little red chicken was squatting on a basket carefully protected by Mr. Huan Yan.

The little red chicken fluttered its wings, and its bulging chest tried its best to cover what was exposed under its body. It could be vaguely seen that it should be an egg.

It's just that the egg looks bigger than the little red chicken, which makes it even more cute as it tries to hatch the egg obediently.

Ming Ke's eyes were shocked, wandering between the loving (?) master and the well-behaved little red chicken who only held his head up in front of him. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he just looked at the basket He swallowed, with a dull expression on his face.

"Mingke, you are just about to go down the mountain." Sinan greeted him with a smile, "Take this basket back to the brooding chicken coop."

Now the chicken coop has added a special hatching circle, even a hen who is not very responsible can easily hatch chicks.

The chickens are so used to it that they don't look good.

Therefore, Sinan planned to give Feng Zun a break during the day, and let him occasionally help hatch eggs at night, and make contributions within his ability to the research of mutant chickens.

The little red chicken kicked its legs, quickly jumped off the basket, flew to the table with two chirps, closed its eyes and pretended nothing happened.

Sinan handed the basket to Mingke.

Then he saw his apprentice carefully wiped his hands beside him, took the basket from the master's hand very solemnly and lightly, covered it with a cover carefully, and said softly: "Don't worry, master, this disciple will definitely live up to what you set out to do." Trust."

Sinan: "???"

Why do you feel that there is something wrong with the apprentice's attitude?

He frowned suspiciously, watching Ming Ke's footsteps were flimsy, but he went down the mountain holding the basket firmly in his hands.

The brooding chicken coop that Si Nan told Ming Ke was on the mountainside, which was already very close to the edge of Ling Jifeng's own formation.

In the past, Mingke thought it was very suitable, because with more and more chicks, the brooding henhouse became more and more lively, and the anxious clucking of the hens during the day and night, although it did not affect him, it did not necessarily affect the resting master .

But now, the more Ming Ke thinks about it, the more inappropriate he feels.

Although I don't know when Master and that person had such a relationship...

Although he doesn't remember whether the phoenix race has the ability to lay eggs of both sexes...

But this egg is so precious.

Even if it is of half-demon blood, how can it be raised with chickens?

After thinking for a long time, Ming Ke changed his mind, found out the mustard seed space ring that can store living things rewarded by the master, put the basket of eggs in it first, and then grabbed a hen and threw it in, as a nanny.

Putting the space ring on his hand, Ming Ke was satisfied.

It is safer for him to keep staring.

This must have been the case, but Ming Ke never expected that what he met on the stage today turned out to be a Taoist from the Lingxu Sect.

Daoist cultivators of the Lingxu sect are good at thousands of evolution techniques, and their attack methods are varied, and no one can figure out what angle they can attack.

This Daoxiu is not as good as Jindan, and he is not as talented as Mingke.Facing the powerful sword cultivator, who was still a disciple of Lord Huan Yan, and the young master who was the most prominent in the previous few days of sparring, Dao Xiu lost his position for a while and used all kinds of Taoism.

One of them, which he studied and played, is called "Heart Cone Art". Although the attack power is not strong, but the angle is very strange, which is particularly heart-piercing——

Don't attack the enemy, but explode the opponent's storage bag and space ring, as long as they don't recognize the owner, they can explode.

Definitely a "heart-wrenching pain".

It's just that the monks have a space ring, so there is no one who does not recognize the master, and this spell is very low-level.

Only Ming Ke opposite him, a core disciple from a great sect, has so many things in his hands that he can't run out of them. Except for the commonly used ones, there are always some extra rewards saved, waiting to be given away or something later.

For example, the space ring he temporarily used today.

Accompanied by the sound of "bang", Ming Ke easily dodged more than a dozen tricky tricks, but he didn't guard against this move, and the mustard space ring in his hand exploded crisply under his horrified eyes.

Things in the mustard space flew out.

The hen was so frightened that it flew onto the head of the head of Wanhemen. The old man of Wanhemen thought it was a secret weapon hidden by the Sanshan faction, and immediately stretched out his hand into a claw, and grabbed the hen who rolled his eyes. Living.

Looking up again, Lord Huan Yan's senior disciple, who was able to handle tasks with ease, turned pale with shock for the first time on the stage, ignoring the high temperature of the burn marks on the ground just now, and flew his sword to save the basket in the air.

Everything happened so fast.

When Mingke narrowly held the basket in his arms, he realized that the airflow that exploded in the mustard space just now stunned the hen and shattered the basket of eggs of various colors.

The egg liquid is even semi-solidified, cooked by the heat wave.

Ming Ke's hands trembled, and he knelt on the stage with a "plop", almost crying.

Master!

I killed my juniors and juniors...

Under the stage, the crowd became flustered for a moment, making one of the tearful guys look less obtrusive.

"Fellow Daoist, do you...do you know something?" Someone next to him asked him.

The crying guy shook his body and said, "I don't know, I just know I might have something."

The young master had just been beaten up by his father, so he got up from the bed with great difficulty, and came to attend the meeting honestly, when he saw the hero who saved him, the apprentice of the Tsing Yi monk he had offended, standing on the stage.

Others called him Ming Ke, saying that he was a disciple of Lord Huan Yan.

Huan Yanjun...

At this moment, although he doesn't understand Ming Ke's sadness, the only one who is as sad as Ming Ke is the young sect master.

The author has something to say: In the evening, Ming Ke looked solemn and pleaded guilty.

"Master, my brothers and sisters died at my hands before they were born. This disciple is willing to suffer any punishment and has no complaints!"

Si Nan looked at the basket in Ming Ke's hand, the eggs in it were almost cooked, he was a little regretful but even more curious: "Have you eaten it? Is it delicious? Do you feel any special after eating it?"

Wait, what are junior and senior sisters?

And Ming Ke: "??!!!"

A look of horror.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 pointing at the red face;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of kanda; 5 bottles of Nanke and rose ointment; 2 bottles of Azheng;

Although today's baked eggs were made in a hurry, they are delicious, and they are the first batch of love crystallization (?) between Huan Yanjun and Fengzun. Please come and try them (make mice)!