Worst demon cult leader ever

Jin Lin'er spoke with tears in his eyes, and when he looked up, he found that Sun Qingfeng's eyes were half-opened and half-closed, as if he was about to fall asleep, and he didn't know if he heard what he had just said.

He felt aggrieved in his heart, and he had to wake up Sun Qingfeng before giving up. He squirmed and climbed up a little, and chanted next to his ear: "Brother, I'm so hungry, I want to eat Lengtao noodles, beef steamed buns, dried meat Juicy Roujiamo, Qishan Simmered Noodles..."

Sun Qingfeng: "Shut up."

Jin Lin'er: "Spicy pepper leaf pot helmet, crystal cake, Ma Shi Hu spicy soup, and fish in water."

Sun Qingfeng covered Jin Lin'er's mouth and asked, "Fish in water?"

Jin Lin'er's saliva flowed out, and Sun Qingfeng was so frightened that he quickly let go.He swallowed embarrassingly, and said: "The day before yesterday, we ate it at the stall opposite the inn. Noodles made of soybean flour kneaded by alum, and celery juice."

When Sun Qingfeng heard "celery", his complexion suddenly changed, and he would recover in a moment, coughing: "It is not good to eat too much alum, and you are not allowed to eat it again. At noon, I will take you to eat beef steamed buns."

Jin Lin'er finally calmed down, hugged Sun Qingfeng, and was quiet for a moment.But after thinking about it, he still felt that it was not possible, so he reluctantly gave up the beef steamed bun that was almost in his mouth, and said, "Brother, today is the Laba Festival."

Sun Qingfeng: "Laba?"

Jin Lin'er: "Aren't all the Buddhists in your Mana city? Since it's the day when the Buddha became a Taoist, it's natural to drink Laba porridge before noon. Red beans fight ghosts, eliminate epidemics and welcome prosperity. You must eat it."

Sun Qingfeng was so noisy that he lost sleepiness, so he simply got up and ran to the back kitchen to borrow a place to cook porridge.

This inn is very big, and the back kitchen is quite spacious, but there are quite a lot of furnishings, all of which are old.Several large stoves were close together, and there were only two or three small windows on the wall. The room was full of red light, and the heat was like waves, as if it were a huge stove.

The clerk came to urge the dishes, and was a little surprised to see the generous Sun Qingfeng cooking the porridge himself, so he rushed to help him: "You can order it for such a small matter."

"My younger brother is very delicate. He eats unclean food and has stomach problems." Sun Qingfeng was sweating profusely. He raised his head to face the cold wind flowing in from the window. Looking through the small window, he saw Jin Lin'er alone in the backyard. Playing in the house, his tone was helpless with some pampering that he hadn't even noticed, "What can I do?"

The park is covered with snow, and there are more than ten circles of Jin Lin'er's footprints on the ground.

Jin Lin'er obviously didn't like to practice martial arts, but she always used up her endless energy. She ran around the yard inexplicably, and built two snowmen by herself.

The shape of the snowman is weird, you can't see the nose and eyes, you can only see one big and one small, and the small one is close to the big one's arms.

Jin Lin'er dug two more lumps of mud and put them on top of the two snowmen's heads, sniffing and laughing.

Others were puzzled by this situation, and only thought that Jin Lin'er was playing around.Only Sun Qingfeng could see clearly that the two lumps of mud represented the golden bell left by Xue Lingyun.

The bell was broken by Sun Qingfeng, and he and Jin Lin'er each held half of it, and kept it in their arms for four years, during which time they even exchanged it once.

Guy: "You two brothers have such a good relationship."

"It's okay." Sun Qingfeng grabbed a handful of red beans, sprinkled them in the thick boiled Laba porridge, and then threw a small piece of broken silver to the clerk, letting him do the work himself.

After the guy left, only Sun Qingfeng was left in the kitchen.

The porridge was still in the pot, but there was no sign of it rolling. Sun Qingfeng walked to the window and sat down against the wall, closing his eyes and resting his mind. He put his hands on his chest, showing a rare tired look.

"Brother, why are you sleeping again?" Jin Lin'er opened the window and looked into the kitchen.

Sun Qingfeng didn't even open his eyes: "Normal people have to sleep four hours a day. I know you don't need it, but do you think I look abnormal?"

"You must have been bitten by a sleepy bug." Jin Lin'er ran away laughing, but he was afraid that Sun Qingfeng would fall asleep, so he ran back from time to time and sprinkled snow foam into the window.

Sun Qingfeng was so annoyed that he ran out and picked up Jin Lin'er, carried him into the kitchen, slapped him on the buttocks, and said with a cold face: "I said you can't touch a tiger's buttocks, you have to touch them!" I washed you up and boiled you in a pot, do you want to put sugar or salt?"

The two played for a while, until they smelled the smell of porridge on the stove, Sun Qingfeng hurriedly stopped, extinguished the fire, and took a look at the pot. Fortunately, the porridge was still drinkable.

Jin Lin'er watched Sun Qingfeng finish a bowl of Laba porridge, touched the other person's forehead, and felt that his body temperature was higher than usual, and he was finally satisfied for the time being.

In the afternoon, the snow fell even more.

Sun Qingfeng took Jin Lin'er out for shopping, and seeing that there were many more people on the street than usual, he couldn't stop urging Jin Lin'er to go back quickly.

Jin Lin'er saw that Sun Qingfeng's face was not looking well, so he picked a fat big black-bone chicken from the vegetable market, and led Sun Qingfeng back to the inn early.

Sun Qingfeng killed the chicken to get the blood, while Jin Lin'er asked the waiter to help him cook the soup, and then drove Sun Qingfeng to the inn lobby to drink tea and eat melon seeds, while he was bored in the room, drinking blood and practicing kung fu.

As night fell, Sun Qingfeng brought the chicken soup and noodles back to the room.

After Jin Lin'er finished her practice, she retracted her true energy into her dantian, washed her hands and face, sat upright, and began to eat.

Sun Qingfeng picked up the chicken leg and threw it into Jin Lin'er's bowl, saying: "Let's go to Huayin tomorrow."

Jin Lin'er rummaged for a long time, threw the chicken heart into Sun Qingfeng's bowl, pretended that he hadn't done anything, and asked, "So fast? I want to stay a few more days."

Sun Qingfeng: "It's about 240 miles to Huayin, the snow is falling heavily, and the road is not easy."

Jin Lin'er: "Then wait until the snow stops before leaving."

Sun Qingfeng: "When I was drinking tea just now, I heard others talking about that the Huashan faction will accept disciples in Huayin County in the first lunar month, and they have to pass several trials. You are stupid and spoiled. I don't know if you can be picked. Get ready early."

Jin Lin'er: "Actually, I don't want to learn martial arts."

Sun Qingfeng buried his head in his meal and ignored Jin Lin'er.

Jin Lin'er slowly picked up the rice, and said: "When I was young, I heard many legends and stories from my mother. I always felt that the Jianghu was really big and there were countless romantic figures. On the day my father jumped off the autumn maple cliff, I suddenly felt that the Jianghu was dangerous. But I don't really understand. After reading the book, I finally understand that people in Jianghu sect often pretend to be chivalrous, but their actions are no different from gangsters. They are all lynching and murder. How can there be justice and injustice? I don't want to be like them people."

Sun Qingfeng: "The rivers and lakes are vast, and there are mud and sand. You think you are a boat to ferry people, but in fact, you are just a stone drifting with the water. Since you are a stone, you don't have to think too much. If you think about these things, the rivers and lakes will not Is it going to flow again? The most important thing is to find a way to prevent yourself from being washed away by the water. So, you have to learn martial arts."

"When many stones are gathered together, we can build an embankment." Jin Lin'er's thinking has always been naive, but there is a faint wisdom in his naivety.

"You're lazy." Sun Qingfeng couldn't help but knocked on Jin Lin'er's bowl with chopsticks, pointing to the half bowl of noodles left in it, "Don't try to be lazy, I have plenty of ways to take you up the mountain. I always give way You, when you go up the mountain, you have to practice honestly, otherwise others will not take you seriously."

After dinner, it was only two quarters unitary.

Jin Lin'er was so depressed that she didn't even think about going out to play, so she asked the waiter to clean up the dishes, cleaned her face and feet, and climbed onto the bed to sleep soundly.

Sun Qingfeng ignored Jin Lin'er, meditated earlier, suppressed the evil spirit in his body, and practiced from the third quarter of the unitary hour to the third quarter of the Xu hour, perhaps because the time was wrong, it took a long time longer than usual.

Seeing Jin Lin'er's sullen look, he suddenly regained his energy, sat down on the bedside, stretched out his hand and poked Jin Lin'er's forehead, seeing that he pretended not to sleep, he suddenly picked him up and carried him on his shoulders, Pushing open the window, jumping onto the roof, riding the moon and riding the snow all the way, finally fell from the sky and stood at the entrance of the night market.

The streets of Chang'an City are spacious, and the night market is very lively.

There are small stalls lined up on both sides of the street, each stall owner has a small stove, and there are also vendors selling noodles, pancakes, stewed meat, fried corn, and boiled caramel for painting. Warm white smoke, bustling noise everywhere.

In a blink of an eye, Jin Lin'er put her troubles behind her and suddenly realized, "Today is the Laba Festival, and the common people have started to buy new year's goods. There is no curfew."

He moved twice, trying to jump out of Sun Qingfeng's arms, raised his legs only to realize that he was not wearing shoes, and realized again: "Brother, you did it on purpose!"

Sun Qingfeng was nearly nine feet tall, and he held Jin Lin'er in his arms without being abrupt.He laughed, his slightly frowning brows gradually relaxed, and the hot breath he exhaled turned into white mist, making his brows hazy and picturesque. He walked forward slowly and said, "In case you are disobedient and run around."

Jin Lin'er had no choice but to play willfully, and was a little unhappy, but being hugged tightly by Sun Qingfeng, he felt an indescribable and different happiness in his heart.

He grabbed Sun Qingfeng's ear, tried to warm his auricle with the palm of his hand, and said: "Brother, it's really nice here. I really hope that every day is a holiday, and I go shopping with you in the night market every day."

"Calm down! I want to hug you every day when I'm sick." Sun Qingfeng helped Jin Lin'er fasten his cloak, put him on the hood, and led him across the long street and the stone bridge , stopped on the bridge for a while.

In the dark sky and water, there is a moon that is not yet full.

On the other side of the stone bridge, a few old men were holding copper sheng, sitting around the small pavilion by the river, blowing the sheng three times and playing the sheng song.

The singing is beautiful and subtle, like the moonlight like a veil, floating on the river, wrapping around the heels of passers-by, and following them to the distance.

On both sides of the street, there are thousands of wintersweet trees, and a series of lanterns are hung on the plum trees.The wind blows thousands of plum blossoms, snow-like plum petals, and the black shadows of the petals, mixed with each other, flowing in the streets and alleys with the wind, like groups of fish floating in mid-air.

The further you go, the fewer food stalls and more artisans.

Sun Qingfeng walked past a row of colorful windmills. The wind was blowing in the cold night, and the windmills were all turning, or red and yellow lights and shadows fell on his face, constantly changing.

Seeing this, Jin Lin'er was overjoyed, put one arm around Sun Qingfeng's neck, stretched out the other hand, and wanted to pick a windmill from the wooden frame.

Sun Qingfeng deliberately stepped back, leaving Jin Lin'er a gap, and then took two steps forward to see him reach out to pick it again.

This was repeated three or four times, causing Jin Lin'er to cry, "Brother! Didn't you have enough for dinner?"

"You talk so much, why don't you try hugging me?" Sun Qingfeng snorted, and walked a few steps forward. When Jin Lin'er just touched the windmill, he took the first step to take it off.

Jin Lin'er couldn't grab the windmill, so he grabbed Sun Qingfeng's hand and said bitterly: "I will grow up, but you won't. When I grow bigger than you, you will ask me to do it." Brother. In my opinion, you should please me first, so as not to be bullied by me when the time comes."

"Don't be ashamed here." Sun Qingfeng was held by Jin Lin'er, but he felt the back of his hand was scorching hot, and suddenly he had the illusion of being burned, so he let go quickly, gave the windmill to Jin Lin'er, and walked forward sullenly.

Jin Lin'er got the windmill, stuck it on Sun Qingfeng's lapel, held Sun Qingfeng's hand instead, and said, "Your hands are so cold."

Sun Qingfeng was afraid of hurting Jin Lin'er—maybe he was afraid that he would break his hand if he shook it lightly.

Although, he knew very well that Jin Lin'er was in good health. After all, he never took good care of him and often made him fall down and get sick, but he still grew up tenaciously, and even looked good, but I always regard him as a child in my heart, and feel that I must protect him all the time.

Sun Qingfeng struggled twice, but seeing that he couldn't get rid of it, he had to let the other party go, and said angrily: "You are abnormally hot, only dogs are always so hot."

But after a while, the burning sensation on his hands subsided, leaving only warmth.

The stall owner chased after him and stood in front of Sun Qingfeng, panting: "Stay here, two."

Sun Qingfeng was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

The stall owner stared anxiously, unable to catch his breath, he pulled Sun Qingfeng's clothes and shouted, "You haven't paid me yet!"

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