The Marshal of Drama is fine again today

Zong Feng became the second Marshal with a double-letter name in the world, but his happiness was shattered by a shameless hairball.

When he woke up the next day, Mo Ji'an also failed to find Jin Tuan'er.After doing the emperor's homework, he selected an experimental field and gave it to his attendants to grow vegetables.

The attendant knelt down with devout eyes, and promised with sobs: "Yes! Your Majesty, this subordinate vows to complete the task to the death."

The problem of interstellar orcs dying at every turn is a no-brainer.

Encouragement, before the attendants grab the ground with their heads, oil the soles of their feet and leave the place of right and wrong.Mo Ji'an drank some water and went into the kitchen.Two hours later, he left behind five hardworking bees, picked up the soup and went to the temple to visit the high priest.He had just received a mission to "untie the High Priest's heart knot", and he didn't show it on the surface that the old man was on the edge of his horn.

The old man was writing something at this time, and Mo Ji'an didn't want to disturb him, so he found the copy of "36 Strategies" and sat up in the corner.Speaking of which, he really didn't calm down to scrutinize word by word, but spent most of his energy on programming. Now that the cultural essence of different worlds is different, he can't help but feel different.

After some time, Mo Ji'an noticed two gazes and raised his head.

"His Majesty."

His brows and eyes softened, and Mo Ji'an put down the book: "I flipped through it just now, so I didn't bother you."

"Why did Your Majesty bother me? I didn't pay attention just now and kept Your Majesty waiting for a long time." The longer we get along, the more satisfied the high priest is with this godsend, he is neither arrogant nor impetuous, humble and decent.Although slightly introverted, he is extremely caring for his subordinates.If this changed someone else, how could he accommodate a dying person.

Mo Ji'an waved his hand: "I also read some interesting articles."

"Your Majesty, why are you here? Where is your homework?"

Mo Ji'an put down the soup: "Grandpa Priest, I brought you soup, try it quickly, it's still hot."

soup?

The High Priest was seldom dazed.In the thinking of interstellar people, there is no such thing as soup.Surprised, he took the spoon, and a mellow aroma entered his nose, and a faint sense of hunger appeared in his dry and shriveled stomach.

"This is……"

Mo Ji'an raised a bright smile, his black pupils curved: "I made this specially for the priest grandfather, you must drink it." After a pause: "It looks light, but it has actually boiled two Hours. Because I am ignorant, the affairs of the empire are all on your shoulders, and this will prolong your life. I hope Grandpa Priest can live for 800 years!"

The body is exhausted, and the bottom of my heart is extremely ironed.The iron-like high priest's nose was slightly sour, and his eyes were instantly red.

The high priest took a sip, and couldn't stop choking: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

A smile flashed across Mo Ji'an's eyes, but he didn't stop the energetic old man from venting.When the time was almost up, he said innocently: "Grandpa Priest, is what I made so bad? It made you cry."

No matter how moved his mind was, it was destroyed by this sentence, and the high priest glared at him with red eyes.

Mo Ji'an hurriedly apologized, and passed the spoon over: "Grandpa Priest, drink it quickly, if you drink it, you will eat people, so you can't scold me."

The high priest's stern face was broken, and he smiled through his tears: "You bastard."

"Hey, I'm not worried that you don't like it, is it good?"

Facing the little female emperor with a bright expression, the high priest's eyes were soft, and he patted his head kindly: "Your Majesty, thank you."

Hearing the reminder that the task was completed, Mo Ji'an's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled lightly.The death of the old emperor, the chaotic enthronement of the empire, and Wei Ming's affairs all put too much pressure and heartbreak on the old man. Seeing that the worries on his brows disappeared, he felt relieved.

System: "Even the elderly will not be spared."

Mo Ji'an: "..." Rolling, almost biting his tongue.

Sensing that there was a plane merchant looking for him by communication, he bid farewell to the high priest and returned to the bedroom, closing the door tightly.

Seeing that it was a senior in the cultivation world, Mo Ji'an's pupils lit up: "Senior!"

"Well, is your thunder and lightning arrangement ready?"

"The highest is [-] volts, and the lowest is five volts." Mo Ji'an nodded.He had learned from Zongkou two days ago that the emperor had a special training room with electricity, and the current could be adjusted.This was also to prevent the emperor from accidentally getting an electric shock.

Senior Cultivator nodded: "I'm passing on the Jade Slip of Kung Fu to you now, you just accept it and don't resist."

According to his request, Mo Ji'an carefully received the content of the jade slip step by step, and a huge amount of content rushed into his brain in an instant.Compared with the depression of reading the bible in an obscure manner at the beginning, now there is a kind of joy of mastery.

Senior cultivator: "How?"

Smiling gratefully at him, Mo Ji'an nodded happily.

Senior cultivator: "You practice according to it, if you still don't understand, you can come to me."

Mo Ji'an was like eating rice: "Okay, thank you senior."

"Well. I found Ben Dan's cultivation method for you. You can practice it in your spare time. It will help you deepen your understanding of cultivation."

Mo Ji'an's pupils lit up, and he was very grateful: "Really? That's great."

As he spoke, he directly sent a large piece of meteoric iron weapon regardless of the other party's reaction: "Senior! Thank you so much."

Waving his hands, Senior Cultivator's eyes were heavy: "I'm not selfless, the road to alchemy is so bumpy."

"You said." Obviously, this senior has but.

"If one day you cultivate the golden elixir, can you help me refine a kind of elixir? If you agree, I will try my best to find the elixir formula and alchemy materials for you in the early stage, and even find a tendon-cleaning marrow for you. Dan helps you practice."

Mo Ji'an was dazzled by the pie falling from the sky, but he still kept his head clear: "Then you need to refine the elixir..."

"It's the Soul Shaping Pill."

After the cultivator explained briefly, Mo Ji'an asked the system again before nodding slightly, and couldn't help being confused: "Why didn't you buy it at the trading store?" The system answered for him without the cultivator's answer: "Because it's too expensive, it's too expensive. That which works on the soul is the most expensive."

After the two parties made an oath and added each other as friends, it will be much more convenient to contact in the future.

Mo Ji'an said with emotion: "Senior boss, you are a real golden finger."

Master cultivator, even if it is a translation of the inscription of the gods, there is no pressure.After getting the exercises, he couldn't wait to get into the training room. According to the saying, he cut the wire in two, set the value, and sat cross-legged.

This practice lasted until night, if he hadn't finally stopped and got up to relax his muscles and bones, Zong who had found him would have called in the medical team.

"It's dark?" Mo Ji'an looked up at the sky, startled.

The system sneered: "Cultivation has no time, you understand."

In Mo Ji'an's mind, he just had the perception of the cyclone. He thought it was only ten or eight points, but he didn't expect seven or eight hours to pass when he opened his eyes.He shook his head and stretched his legs: "I feel refreshed all over. No wonder practitioners never sleep. The effect is better than sleeping."

Zong stepped forward, his face changed drastically before his smile appeared: "Your Majesty!"

There are sizzling wires on the ground!Has His Majesty been in this dangerous environment just now?Zong Feng quickly extinguished the wires, isolated Mo Ji'an, and looked up and down nervously: "Your Majesty, are you all right? What happened? Could it be that someone killed him..." His pupils turned cold when he said this.

Mo Ji'an opened his mouth and coughed with guilt: "I broke it."

Zong blinked, his face darkened: "Your Majesty? This is too dangerous, do you know why you did it?"

Uh... so fierce.After being scolded for 10 minutes, Mo Ji'an dared to interject, "Zong, are you hungry? I'm a little hungry, let's go eat. I haven't seen the results of the five of them yet. Let's go."

Seeing His Majesty's innocent face, Zong Feng choked on all his words, and finally sighed helplessly: "Okay. Your Majesty, you must know that you are the hope of the whole world, and you must not make any mistakes."

The two came to the laboratory one after the other, and the five who were engrossed in cooking immediately put down their work and greeted excitedly.After a day of precipitation, the five people made something decent, and Mo Ji'an tasted it in turn and commented on it one by one.Rolling up his sleeves, he smiled and said, "Today I will teach you how to cook new dishes."

After making four dishes and one soup, Mo Ji'an picked up the tableware and took out six pairs of chopsticks: "After today, we will start using this kind of tableware."

Staring at the two chopsticks, Zong and the other five looked at each other: Is this tableware? !After trying a few times, Zong got used to it well. After more than a dozen times, he could barely clamp something. The others were clumsy and about to cramp.

Mo Ji'an laughed: "Haha, I don't know if Jin Yuanbao will come today."

With such a face, he still dared to come and eat, Zong Feng was very upset.

It's just that they didn't wait for Jin Yuanbao, but an unexpected guest.

Mo Ji'an's smile faded a little: "Marshal Cong Yuan, why are you here so late?"

this!what!Night!up!Bothering you?Cong Yuan evoked a meaningful smile, and glanced at Marshal Zong Feng, the meaning was self-evident.

He sat down in front of the table and saw the delicious food on the table: "What is this?"

Lowering his eyes to hide the hidden sharpness, Cong Yuan suppressed the gloom in his heart.He just changed his body again without knowing it, and when he turned around, he was already in front of this person's door, he also smelled the unusual aroma of vegetables inside, and heard the pleasant conversation between male and female.

Now that he's here, it would appear that he's guilty and short of breath if he doesn't go in.In Cong Yuan's mind, there was a fragment of memory after the transformation, just to satisfy his curiosity, he wanted to see what this female was doing.Let the avatar prototype lose his IQ, but he still thinks about it.

Mo Ji'an kept a formulaic smile: "This is our dinner, Marshal Cong Yuan."

Cong Yuan felt that his resistance was not happy.

"Alright."

Mo Ji'an took out a pair of chopsticks and handed it to the Marshal: "You're welcome." After finishing speaking, he skillfully and briskly put a chopstick into the bowl, then raised his eyebrows and looked at Cong Yuan: "Why doesn't Marshal Cong Yuan move his chopsticks?"

What's this? !Cong Yuan had no expression on his face, and fiddled with two wooden sticks a few times.

The author has something to say: The day before yesterday, Marshal (╬◣д◢): Why is it a long-haired monkey again!

Yesterday, Marshal (╬╬◣д◢): Why is it still a long-haired monkey!

Today, Marshal (╬╬╬◣д◢): Why is it always a long-haired monkey!

Marshal 〒▽〒: I may have a blue prairie above my head!

Marshal turns into dumplings in seconds (*≧▽≦): Your Majesty treats me to dinner~ (Baby needs someone to feed!)

Marshal (⊙▽⊙)? : What are the two sticks used for? ! (Gejigeji, the baby has to stand the test!)

Marshal: Your Majesty is so cold, you are not as good as a beast (Is it the baby's illusion? (?д?;))