Raiders mission is to breed to get rich

Clothes that were originally stitched together with exquisite skills and magic spells would never have such rough gaps, let alone this kind of drilling and leakage.

Sinan gently tugged at the soft red hair, and the fine and soft red hair was pulled out with a large white down feather sandwiched between it.

It looked like it was forcibly stuffed in, a poor little flower that didn't fit in.

Little Red Hair trembled in the wind, looking very suspicious.

From the corner of his eye, Sinan glanced at Cheng Xuzhi next to him, who was walking out across the threshold, his face and expression were the same, and he didn't even turn his eyes to this side, everything was normal.

Sinan: ...Maybe I thought too much.

Adhering to the principle of never wasting, he balled up the leaked down and stuffed it back through the gap.

When Sinan lowered his head and was fiddling, Cheng Xuzhi, who didn't know that he was going out, smiled at the same moment as if he had eyes behind his back.

Not to mention, the thermal performance of this down vest is very effective for a semi-disabled person in the cultivation world, especially wearing it on this day, he felt a fever that he had never felt before, which made Sinan miss the person he only met. Fellow Daoist Feather once.

Eat and clothe warm, it's time to go out to work.

Sinan checked the demon cultivators on the mountainside, and found that they were obedient.The only regrettable thing is that although the demon cultivators knew that their identities had been exposed, they kept their mouths tightly shut for some unknown reason, and they didn't even have a word of chatter that they usually have, let alone talk to Sri Lanka. South exchange, let him a little disappointed.

But after thinking about it, if I ate and drank shamelessly at the opposite house, pretended to be a fool, and was caught straight, I would probably be too ashamed to lift my head.

Demon cultivators: I never thought there would be today.

In contrast, Feng Zun's calm and composed behavior clearly shows that he can become the head demon cultivator not because of his cuteness, but because of his strength.

The strength of ruthless and thick-skinned.

He could even sit next to Sinan calmly, holding a cup of tea and instructing him to arrange the work of the demon cultivator.

Cheng Xuzhi: "That green-haired rooster is very talkative. It is especially suitable for taking care of chicks. I will leave it to him when it hatches."

Sinan: "..."

If Qingniao knew that Zunshang was selling chickens online, she would probably have the long-lost impulse to commit crimes again.

The demon cultivators worked hard to incubate their eggs, and they were naturally encouraged by Sinan. The most typical change was that their three meals a day finally changed from randomly picking fruits and spirit rice to dishes cooked by Sinan.

"Master said that you are also the first batch of employees of Ling Jifeng, and you will still have to provide three meals in the future." Ming Ke was a little reluctant, but he was still the honest and strict boy, and he would never do anything to bully the demon. They sent the meals prepared by Master to the chicken coop, and thoughtfully even left the table behind.

I didn't have enough time, so I only made some easy-to-produce dishes, mainly stewing.But just the rotten stewed Lingji mountain mushroom in the middle shocked the demon cultivators of the Western Continent.

Who told them to go up the mountain early, and they don't even know about the popularity at the bottom of the mountain and the new changes in the Western Continent?Until today, they didn't know how superb self-cultivation Lord Huan Yan has in the way of food.

For a while, several youths who turned into human bodies squatted in the chicken coop, just like honest youths who went to work in the city, each holding a bowl of rice, crazily buried in hard work.

While eating, he raised his head with tears in his eyes, and sighed with emotion: "The demon life is complete!"

"This is the ideal pursuit!"

"What can I do to have such a happy day."

"Mr. Huan Yan is really kind-hearted."

……

As long as they are given a bowl of rice to eat, the culprit who was suspected of killing the goose yesterday can become the most respected person in the world except for the Lord.

The nature of a demon is really too unreliable.

After eating this bowl of rice, when Ming Ke came to collect the tableware in the afternoon, he obviously found that the atmosphere in the chicken coop was immediately different——

The demon cultivators who were downcast at first raised their heads up, their eyes were kind, and their spirits were very positive.

The demon cultivator who had been ignorant of him at first saw Ming Ke's figure, immediately chattered, waved his wings enthusiastically and stretched his neck, as if he was greeting something.

When they left, they were delivered to the door of the chicken coop, which was very polite.

Ming Ke thought for a while, took out his "Complete Book of Raising Chickens", and recorded his personal experience:

"To control a monster, you must lure it with delicious food."

No wonder Master has repeatedly emphasized that some kind of staff canteen must be established in the future. The original purpose is here.

Master really has social experience.

Although Sinan has little experience in the research and development of Yaozu breeding, the integrated factory of goose breeding and down processing planned by the Yamashita Sanshan School has been established quickly.

Sinan specially selected a kind of spirit goose with the thickest chest hair and the most masculine (?) in the cultivation world for early breeding.

This kind of fluffy goose has extremely long feathers when it grows up, like white balls. It does not need to kill the goose to get the feathers, but only needs to be trimmed regularly to obtain a large amount of down, which is very time-saving and labor-saving.

All kinds of big white dumplings soon ran down the mountain.

"It's so cute!" The little female cultivators of the Three Mountain School passed by, and even the cold sword cultivator couldn't help but burst into girls' hearts.

The white and soft geese run like glutinous rice cakes, and the fur on their bodies trembles with the wind, making it very itchy.

Huan Yanjun's spirit goose seems to have quickly gained popularity in the Sanshan School, and even surpassed his spirit chicken at one point.

"Hey, on the left is the delicious soul chicken that saves my soul, saving every boring retreat period and long nights of meditation, and on the right is the soul goose that has a healing effect on spiritual cultivation. It's hard to decide which one to choose. !"

The disciples began to worry one after another, not knowing who to share their cold and dedicated sword cultivation heart with.

Huan Yanjun's spiritual chicken, try to prolong life, and eat one to break through the realm;

Huan Yanjun's spirit goose, take a look at it to cleanse your mood, and take a breath of perfection in the world.

In the private game of geese and chickens, everyone fought hard, trying to choose a representative cute creature of the Sanshan School.

Sucking geese from a distance is not enough, and some disciples tried to disobey Lord Huan Yan's rules and suck geese at close range.

Those disciples who were so fascinated by the spirit goose and screamed and stomped their feet, which one didn't have any thoughts in their hearts?

Taking a sip of the soft, bulging chest of the spirit goose is worth it even if it is punished by the master!

The first guy who tried to break the rules, carrying the eager expectations of his colleagues who were also eager to move behind him, resolutely stretched out his claws towards the cute creatures.

then.

Gracefully yet viciously, hundreds of white dumplings opened their... goose beaks hidden behind the white fur.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah a pain

The miserable voice echoed in the Sanshan faction, lingering endlessly.

It is said that every courtyard had a nightmare that night, and disciples woke up screaming "Don't bite me".

From then on, in front of every new disciple and foreign guest who praised the geese and said "want to suck", the disciples of the Sanshan sect would show a reserved and noble smile and remain unmoved in the slightest.

People who didn't know the truth praised him one after another, it really is a sword cultivator, he has no other distractions, and he is dedicated to practicing!

Disciple of the Sanshan School: Huh.

The young sect master of Chongdaomen studied for a long time with the encyclopedia of raising chickens, until he left Sanshan sect with his father, but did not receive any investigation from Lord Huanyan.

Walking on the road, he was very moved, and tremblingly said that in the future, he would change his mind and concentrate on raising chickens, and spread his old way to Chongdaomen and carry it forward.

The sect master expressed his anger, and slapped the young sect master on the head: "What are you talking nonsense about? Is the cultivation level that father piled up a lot of spirit stones for you to make it easier for you to raise chickens?"

The head of the young sect yelled at his father in a rare and serious voice: "You still talk about your spirit stones. Facts have proved that your spirit stone mine is no longer available. It is better to find another way out for Chongdaomen as soon as possible."

"I think you are getting more and more outrageous." The sect master felt that his son had a brain problem, and he was led astray by the disciples of the Sanshan sect. He really was a prodigal son who only knew how to cause trouble.

He has never believed that eating spiritual chickens can help his cultivation, let alone that there are people in this world who don't love spiritual stones.

The door master is not so much a monk as a good businessman.As for the soul chicken raised by Lord Huanyan on a whim and the highly praised feedback, the sect master concluded that it was just a hint caused by the influence of Lord Huanyan's prestige.

From this perspective, he was the only one who agreed with Sinan once.

The head of the door squinted at his son, feeling more and more that he deserved a beating: "Why, you are still not convinced? If this is the case, I will prove it to you for my father, so that you will be convinced!"

With that said, the door owner stopped the carriage and stopped it outside a tea shop in the city.

He randomly chose a handsome young man who came out of the tea shop and carried a chicken, looked it over, and was very satisfied with the temperament and gentle image of the young gentleman, and felt that this must not be a psychopath like his son, so he spoke kindly He asked: "Young man, can you help the old man answer a doubt and educate my unworthy son?"

The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, revealing a trace of slyness for some reason: "Fellow Daoist, it's okay to ask."

"If I exchange three thousand high-grade spirit stones for this chicken in your hand, will you exchange it?" The door master glanced at his son proudly.

Look, didn't you say that Lingshi is useless?I'll grab a passerby for you to ask.

The master of Chongdaomen waited for the result very kindly.

The smile on the corner of the young man's mouth froze, and suddenly showed a hint of ferocity: "You old fellow is so cunning, you only have three thousand spirit stones and you want to lie to my chicken, do you think I'm a fool?"

Gatekeeper: "???"

Young man: "No one will sell the spirit chicken of Lord Huanyan in my hand! It's only three thousand spirit stones, so I'm sending off beggars!"

After finishing speaking, the young man left angrily.

Gatekeeper: "..."

These days, prices are soaring.

The head of the door looked at his son in silence, and was deeply worried about his own spiritual mine. He struggled for a long time: "The "The Encyclopedia of Chicken Raising"? Show me."

And the young man who left with the chicken stayed in the temporarily rented yard, washed and cooked the chicken immediately, and ate it hungrily.

"Hi~" He wiped his mouth, "It's almost the same as that chubby man said, it is indeed a delicacy that this king has never tasted, but it always lacks a little taste."

Thinking that everyone in the city circulated Huan Yanjun's recipes and boasted about Huan Yanjun's food research, even the big dining hall of the Sanshan School was hyped, and the young man was ready to move.

"Huan Yan just fought against Feng Zun, so he must not have recovered yet." The young man stroked his slick tail, "Since that's the case, it's easy to take him home and become a cook."

Hmph, Fatty Chubby still dares to sell any cooperation with him.

Why cooperate with Renxiu and abduct this ideal person who can raise chickens and cook home directly, isn't it once and for all?

Young people are best at incarnations, and when they think of this, they immediately take it to heart.

While one of his disciples was going out, he was fascinated and threw him in the yard, took the opponent's waist card, turned into this appearance, and went up the mountain generously.

Only when he walked near the core building of the Sanshan Sect, he was tempted by the large formation of the sect.

The young man tried it unwillingly, but found that he still had to wait for the opportunity, so he wandered around for a while.I don't know if I don't turn around, there is a lively place near the sect formation. According to those disciples, it is the goose factory of Lord Huan Yan.

The young man's eyes rolled around.

The chicken has eaten, but the goose has not.

It's better to have a tooth sacrifice on the way to rob the cook.

He sneaked into the goose factory stealthily, not knowing that all this was seen by a passing disciple.

Sneaking around those geese, the young man showed his true colors. Just as he was about to pounce on them, he found hundreds of glutinous rice balls suddenly stretched out their necks, revealing their familiar goose beaks.

amount……

A quarter of an hour later.

Sinan looked suspiciously at the group tightly covered with a net, and asked the headmaster, "What's going on here?"

The head of the sect stroked his beard: "It's still my disciples who are smart!"

Only then did Sinan know that when the infiltrator entered the goose factory, some disciples noticed something was wrong and immediately reported it to the patrol team.

Disciple: Hmph, none of our disciples of the Sanshan School dared to enter the goose factory and smoke secretly. They must be spies!

"This thief's cultivation level is not lower than that of the Demon King." The head of the sect was terrified, "Fortunately, when Daoist Yuan Ruo arrived, he was hunting and catching among hundreds of geese, so he was caught without warning."

The infiltrator who was caught raised his head in the net very unhappy, and complained loudly: "Bah! What do you call me to bite and catch? It's obvious that those geese are very fierce. Sure enough, the Bird Clan doesn't have a good thing! Damn it!" , ate a mouthful of hair!"

A big snow-white fox hung its eyes angrily, stretched out its paws and yelled loudly.

That unlucky young man is a fox demon cultivator.

Sinan stared at his tail thoughtfully:

Such a fluffy tail, if it hatches eggs, it should be very efficient, right?

The author has something to say: Cheng Xuzhi: The fox raises chickens, and the sky is struck by lightning.Bah, vixen!

Why do you all expect me to be handsome and bald?The little red chicken is so cute and can suck breasts, why should it become a little bald chicken?ah?devil!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Poetry and wine take advantage of the time, celery is terrible, Augustine 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: AC, 10 bottles in the author's manuscript box; Ayer's owl, Azheng, Lanyu, Xiaolongnv, 192728131 bottles;

Goose breasts are not easy to suck, but fox tails can be rua-rua, hehehe.