The villain's national teacher always teases me

It only took half an hour to go back to the imperial city from the Temple of Praying for Rain, and there were many guards by his side, but Lang Zi lost his way.

Junlin didn't want to leave him even half a step.

Although the soul can be repaired, it takes a long time.Lang Zi's soul was wounded in the previous life, if it hadn't been for Pangu God from another world, how could it have been repaired in just a few decades.It is said that in the past, after the gods scattered their souls to save the common people, they left a remnant soul, which the devil nurtured with all his heart and soul for thousands of years.

Of course, if it can be repaired and the law of heaven and earth is followed, the soul that was taken away will naturally dissipate.

Junlin can't wait for a thousand years, and neither can Lang Zi.For the present plan, the best way is to find that soul.

He let go of all his arrogance, and summoned the common people who were far away in Qiguang Palace for help.

The people quickly replied: I have entrusted the Emperor of Heaven to send an order to the fairy world to search together, and Ji Mie and I will go down the mountain immediately.

Daozu's safety is related to Tianyuan, and those who don't know the inside story will think that this is too motivating.

Lang Zi in his sleep didn't know what happened.

A moment of floating life, a dream of three thousand.

He was indulging in the beautiful dream created by Fumengdan, even when he fell asleep, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

As deep as King's Landing, he never places hope on others.What's more, if they can't find it, Lang Zi will suffer another day.

He sat down beside Lang Zi, bent down and kissed his forehead.Then, stretch out two fingers, drive the Taoism to attach to it, paste it on the mark between the eyebrows, and pull out your soul.

Without any magical relief, the pain of tearing the soul is no less than rolling through a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire.But he didn't notice it, didn't even blink, only his face paled a little.

The monks unite and share blessings and misfortunes.Dao can be exchanged for the other party, let alone a ray of soul.

Jun Lin sent his soul into Lang Zi's body and observed it quietly for a while.

Without any rejection, his soul made up for the gaps in Lang Zi's soul, as if they were one.

He lay down slowly, wrapped his arms around Lang Zi's neck, and embraced him.

He whispered: "Master, wait for your soul to be recovered, and then use it to make up for me, okay?"

After a long time, he smiled lightly, "If you don't say anything, you agree."

There was silence everywhere, except for the shallow breathing of the two of them in the room.

"Master treats me as always, I am very happy."

His chest was pressed against the side of Lang Zi's face, and his chin touched the soft hair on the top of Lang Zi's head, which was as itchy as his heart.

Jun Lin closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep with indescribable joy.

……

Lang Zi slept for three days and three nights.

When he woke up, the national teacher was sitting beside him reading a book.

What I was looking at was "The Tale of Governing the Country" written by Emperor Yu on the shelf.

Almost as soon as he opened his eyes, the national teacher turned his head, put down the book, and helped him drink some spiritual spring.

The sweet spring water moistened his sore throat in due course.

Lang Zi who woke up was very silent.

He had a lot of dreams, each dream was different, but they were all the happiest and happy life he could think of.

One moment he was still immersed in beauty, but the next moment, the dream was shattered and he had to face the tragic reality.There is no greater sorrow in the world than this.

But Lang Zi didn't mention Emperor Yu again.He didn't know if it was the effect of the national teacher's spiritual spring. At this moment, he was much calmer than before going to bed.

He opened his mouth and said: "The national teacher also came to persuade me to succeed?"

The national teacher shook his head and said with a smile: "The minister is here to take His Highness out to relax."

Lang Zi was noncommittal.

He didn't want to succeed, and he didn't really want to go out.But it's not an option to shut yourself up like this all the time.The facts cannot be changed. As the system said, he still has friends, and the maids are really worried about him.

This time, the national teacher did not use the technique of stepping through the void.

He chuckled lightly and said, "I have something that His Highness has seen before. Why don't we take it for a ride?"

Lang Zi still did not veto it.

He vaguely felt that today's national teacher was much weaker, but he couldn't tell where the weakness was.

The face of the national teacher was the same as usual, his morality was stronger than him, and his voice and smile were not the same.

He didn't have the heart to ask his unfounded doubts.

The national teacher's thoughts moved slightly, and there was a sound of breaking wind, and a small boat went straight through the wall of Tianlu Hall and hovered in front of the two of them.

It's a fish boat.

Hundreds of red and white carp seem to need no water, swimming out of thin air, propping up the boat.

The two boarded the boat one after another, Xi Yuzhou once again regarded the roof of the palace as nothing, and carried them out of the palace quickly.

The wind whistled in my ears, and it became gentle when it was ten feet away from the boat, and it gently brushed Lang Zi's cheek.

Lang Zi stretched out his hand and brushed over the white cloud beside him.His fingertips were slightly cool, just like when he was using the sword for the first time.

"Where are Luohui and Yunduo?" He suddenly asked.

Seeing that he has begun to care about others, the national teacher's eyes flashed a touch of relief.

"Chu Xiaoji took them to live in the Prince's Hall."

Lang Zi nodded and stopped talking.

Driven by the national teacher, the fish play boat arrived at the canal wharf in an instant like an arrow leaving the string.

The Antai Canal runs from Uyi'an in the north to Xiangzhou in the south, connecting the five major water systems of Dayu and Chongqing, with vast and magnificent waves.

Even just looking at it made Lang Zi feel that his chest has opened up a lot.

It seems that the national teacher has used ingenious means to sail the boats back and forth, but no one has noticed them.

The play fish boat entered the water and moved faster.

All the way through the river, the scenery on both sides of the river turned into a phantom.

It's early spring, the chill is fading away, and the further south you go, the denser the greenery in the phantom.

Lang Zi didn't care where the national teacher took him.

It's the same everywhere.

"It's here." After a stick of incense, the national teacher said.

He put away the play fish boat and helped Lang Zi ashore.

The two walked along the path, and the tall and simple city gate came into view.

The first three characters are written vigorously: Lizhou City.

Lizhou City is very special.Lang Zi, who has read "The History of Tianyuan Cultivation", knows that many past events are posted here.

Thousands of years ago, it was still a small village, where Taoist ancestors entered Taoism. 200 years ago, the immortals and demons were still fighting each other, and two generations of disciples of the Chengxian School, the Shenzi generation and the Junzi generation, fought bloody battles here, and died together with the demons. 60 years ago, the reincarnated demon king reunited with the god king here.

February [-], Spring Plowing Festival.Sparse queues lined up at the gate of the city, and the common people went to the city to go to the market in cloth clothes and short shirts, carrying burden baskets.

Dayu national mourning is very short, only seven days.After the first emperor entered the mausoleum, all festivals resumed as before, and only the royal family had to observe filial piety for a year.

Lang Zi followed the national teacher into the city.

On the bustling street, there are row upon row of vendors' stalls, shouting in different ways.Pedestrians walked briskly, walking from one stall to another, with beaming faces on everyone's faces.

Looking at the crowd coming and going, Lang Zi felt a little uncomfortable.

The scene of the people crying and kneeling on the ground in Yi'an, the Queen Mother, still persists in my mind, but within a few days, the people in Lizhou have forgotten her.

No one is indispensable, and it is the highest honor of a deceased emperor to be remembered by his people.Lang Zi understood the truth, but he was still sad.

The national teacher suddenly grabbed his hand, gently opened his tightly clenched fist, stroked his palm, and the skin on Lang Zi's palm that had been pierced by nails returned to smoothness.

Yue Mo didn't want him to inadvertently hurt himself again, the national teacher led him, bought a noodle man from a nearby stall, and stuffed it into his other hand.

It's ugly.Lang Zi stared at that person and thought.The street vendor said it was Daozu, so it was Daozu, how could Daozu wear such shabby clothes.

The national teacher's palm was very warm, and Lang Zi unexpectedly didn't want to break away.

They walked down the street like this.Others couldn't see them, so naturally no one would point fingers.

There is a special cake stand in the special city of Lizhou.

They sell scallion pancakes, and the fragrance wafts from the street to the end of the street.There are very few monks in Lizhou City, but if you come here, you will definitely go to the bakery to buy cakes. There are more than a dozen monks queuing at this moment.

Some people sigh, some people are happy.Most of them sighed.

Uncle Zhang didn't want to spoil people's interest, but he couldn't help it.

Since he joined Shuimu Dao 50 years ago, more and more monks came to his stall every day.Some even wanted to take him in, but he didn't go.

Uncle Zhang doesn't like to practice Taoism, he likes to sell cakes.Water and Wood Dao nourishes all things. He didn't concentrate on cultivating Dao, but his realm spontaneously and slowly improved, and the cakes he made naturally had a faint sense of Dao.It is not as rare as meat and white bones, but it is a good nourishment for monks.

Uncle Zhang doesn't like the price increase either, so the scallion pancakes still sell for a penny.When all the cultivators heard about it, they came from all over the world one after another, and often when he opened a stall, the cakes he worked hard all night to make were sold out.

Uncle Zhang is not happy.He has been selling cakes for so many years, and his favorite thing to do is to watch and chat with passers-by at his small cake stand.The cakes are gone, so what are you talking about?What is done now is not enough, and those guys surrounded his stall so tightly that no mortal dared to come over.

At first, Uncle Zhang restricted their purchases, and each person bought one.The monks called for friends, and more people gathered around.

The wisdom of the working people is boundless. Aunt Wang next door gave him an idea: let those guys draw lots to buy, and if they don’t draw lots, they won’t sell cakes to him this year!

Uncle Zhang thought it was a good idea, and he used it for 50 years.Aunt Wang has passed away for decades, and the rules of the bakery have not changed.

The last monk took out the ball of paper from the box and opened it, just like the previous one, an ugly little turtle.

The monk sighed, put the paper balls back together, and left.

Uncle Wang added a piece of firewood to the stove, and finally he was able to look at the passers-by on the street with ease.

At a glance, he saw the young master with a gloomy face not far away, followed by a calm and noble young man.

The young man was very kind, so Uncle Zhang waved at him: "Young man, come and have a cake?"

Lang Zi raised his head following the sound, and saw Uncle Zhang looking at him with a smile.

He thought no one could see them, slightly surprised.

The national teacher's low voice rang in his ears: "Uncle Zhang's scallion pancakes are not bad, let's go there."

Lang Zi was a little strange.

Why does the national teacher know the name of the stall owner in the city of Lizhou.

Without asking, he was led to the cake stall by the national teacher.

Uncle Zhang pushed the box containing the paper balls in front of him, and said with a pleasant face, "Draw one, and you can eat the cake only if you draw the lottery."

Lang Zi: ...

Buying a cake and drawing lots?

He silently reached in and grabbed a ball of paper at random.

Open it and draw a fan.The painter was not skilled enough, and the lines were rough, but one can tell that this fan is the kind of white paper fan that storytellers often hold in their hands.

There was a bit of nostalgia in Uncle Zhang's eyes.

"No one has drawn this fan for many years." He said, and wrapped two pieces of cakes for Lang Zi, "Nuo, take it, and share it with your Taoist companion."

Lang Zi had no intention of explaining to him that the national teacher was not his Taoist companion.

He took a bite of the cake, his mouth was full of scallions, and the pure Mizuki Taoism flowed into his mouth, he was in a trance and there was something else that he couldn't eat.

Lang Zi didn't look carefully at Uncle Zhang before he realized that he was actually a monk.

A dignified monk, putting aside his status to sell cakes at a stall in Lizhou City?

Lang Zi took out the spirit stone from the ring and handed it to Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang didn't answer, and said with a smile: "It's too much, one penny each. I don't dare to overcharge. Last time I overcharged a young man's golden beans, which caused me so much trouble."

This is difficult for Lang Zi, he only has spirit stones and gold and silver, but no copper coins.

Looking back at the national teacher, the national teacher also shook his head.

Uncle Zhang smiled: "If you don't have one, just sit here and talk to my old man. This cake is my treat."

Lang Zi pondered for a moment, seeing that there was nothing else to do, he nodded, walked around the cake stand, and sat on the small bench that the uncle had just brought out.

Uncle Zhang rubbed his face, and curled the corners of his drooping mouth into a raised arc, "Young man, don't always have a sad face. What's wrong with such a handsome Taoist companion walking around with you?"

His hands were full of oil, and he rubbed Lang Zi into a pretty face.

Lang Zi: ...

Sir, he is really not my Taoist companion.

The author has something to say:

Uncle Zhang: I don’t invite people to eat cakes easily. The person I invited last time not only had sex with my little lover, but also became a god. Who knew that they "revenge their kindness" and turned me into a monk.Hey, people's hearts are not in the past.

Uncle Zhang, a big man hidden among the people.

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These two chapters are a bit heavy, and the next chapter will continue to be lighter~