The days of being a cook in fairyland

Fighting is not allowed inside the dragon boat, and the only place where monks are allowed to fight is the martial arts hall at the bottom of the dragon boat.There are two Shangwu Halls. Yes, that is to say, if you want to fight, you need to queue up in advance.

Because it was Zhan Ziming who proposed the fighting method, in the end he had no choice but to go to reserve the time to use the Martial Arts Hall by himself. Xi Chongze didn't say anything, and went back to the previously reserved room with Yin Xiaobei in his arms.

The Tianzihao room was elegantly decorated, and Yin Xiaobei was thrown onto the bed before he had time to admire his bedroom.

With his hands pressed on top of his head, Yin Xiaobei finally realized belatedly when he saw the gloomy face of the person opposite him, what, this posture seems a bit wrong.

"Are you angry?" Yin Xiaobei smiled flatteringly, and was taken aback by the other party's frowning expression in the next second.

It has to be said that even if the beauty is angry, she is still a beauty.

Because of his temperament, His Majesty the Immortal Emperor's expression on weekdays is mostly indifferent, like a calm lake, happy and angry are all the same, it is almost difficult to tell the difference.To a certain extent, it was indeed the first time Yin Xiaobei had seen such an obviously angry expression as today.

The clear anger made the originally delicate face come alive, as if it was suddenly splashed with a thick and colorful landscape painting, instantly bringing a very bright and sharp beauty.

Immediately forgetting what he wanted to explain earlier, Yin Xiaobei raised his head slightly and touched the corner of the other's lips: "It's my fault, don't be angry."

Unexpectedly, the other party would have such a reaction, Xi Chong's anger disappeared halfway, but he still squinted his eyes: "Then tell me, what did you do wrong just now?"

What is wrong?

Yin Xiaobei recalled it for a while, and then he was suddenly embarrassed, so what, this was all caused by Yi Rongdan.

As I said before, the Yi Rong Pill he is using now can only be seen through by immortal cultivators above Xuanxian. Zhan Ziming is not an immortal cultivator, so it is naturally impossible to see his disguise, so in Zhan Ziming's eyes, he is Tang Tang. Ann is the person who saved his life 30 years ago.

But on Xi Chong's side, that's not the case at all. Yi Rongdan has no effect on him at all, and Yin Xiaobei is still his own appearance.So in his opinion, it was Yin Xiaobei who had been talking to Zhan Ziming, and even in order to inquire about the news, he almost flirted with him.

"Don't worry, I will definitely remember to stay away from Zhan Ziming next time." In fact, Yin Xiaobei will remember to stay away from Zhan Ziming without the other party's reminder. After all, it is Tang An's old acquaintance, so close, could it be that he is waiting? Has the stuffing been dismantled?

"It's not just Zhan Ziming." Xi Chong said calmly, taking the opportunity to make a request.

Yin Xiaobei couldn't help but want to laugh: "You think too much, I'm not even a mortal, this time it's just that the other party has misunderstood the person, look at when someone took a fancy to me in the fairy world before."

The fairyland and the Nether world are the same, the first thing to look at is the personal cultivation base and ability, and the wealth is the opposite, and both become secondary.

Xi Chong frowned, not wanting to hear Yin Xiaobei belittle himself like this: "You are fine."

"Yeah." Yin Xiaobei's brows and eyes were crooked with a smile, and he was about to stretch out his hand to pull him closer, when he suddenly heard a familiar meow from the pillow.

Yin Xiaobei was taken aback.While he was in a daze, the white tiger cub, who was lying on the ground, jumped onto the bed, meowed, and rubbed its head against Yin Xiaobei's arm coquettishly.

Pfft, when did this little thing come in.

Xi Chong also looked over, thought of something, and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "By the way, didn't you say you wanted to find Ke Yishan before?"

That information dealer from the seventh heaven?Yin Xiaobei hugged the cub beside the bed, and turned around suspiciously: "Have you figured out what to do?"

Xi Chong didn't speak, but turned his gaze to the young tiger in the arms of the opposite person.

On the third floor of the dragon boat, in another Tianzihao room.

Zhan Ziming hastily pushed open the door, and dragged out the friend who was still making out with the Taoist couple.

"Lend me your natal magic weapon."

The friend was simply baffled: "What's the matter with you, why do you use my natal magic weapon?"

"Or it doesn't matter if it's not a talisman." Zhan Ziming retreated and said the next best thing, "I remember you have a pair of puppets made of Yin locust wood, you can also lend me that."

"You want to fight with others," the friend finally understood this time, "and you may not be able to beat them?"

Thinking about it, I knew that I probably couldn't fight, otherwise it would be impossible for me to be so whimsical that I was about to fight with someone, so I suddenly thought of asking a friend to borrow a magic weapon.

"Don't mess around," the friend thought more and more that the situation was wrong, and quickly pulled him back, "This is a dragon boat, and I promised your master a long time ago before leaving the house, I will definitely watch over you when I come back to the fairyland." Something happened to you."

That's what he said, but seeing that the other party's expression was firm and showed no signs of changing his mind, the friend hesitated for a while, and finally took out the wooden puppet from the storage bag.

"Don't worry, I have my own measure." Zhan Ziming took the wooden puppet and patted his friend's shoulder comfortingly, "Just wait for my good news."

Just as Zhan Ziming turned around, a vague animal figure suddenly jumped up from the wall, brushed Zhan Ziming's clothes and jumped over, turned around and disappeared into the shadows on the ground.

In the room, Yin Xiaobei sat at the table, looking at the wooden sign brought by the young tiger, and did not speak for a long time.

What is this called, if you break through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to find it, and it takes no effort to get it?

"No, how do you know that the key card is in his storage bag." Yin Xiaobei couldn't help asking.

They came to Youming this time to find Rong Jin, and if they want to know where Rong Jin is, they need to find Mr. Yuquan who has predictive ability but is also missing. Right now, in order to find Mr. Yuquan, they must First, find Ke Yishan, the news dealer from the Lower Seventh Heaven.

If Ke Yishan is the key to this long series of missions, then the "Ke character card" in front of them is just the key to them finding Ke Yishan this time.

"Guess," Xi Chong said calmly, stroking Young Tiger's head casually, "Ke Yishan is a well-known news dealer in the Lower Seventh Heaven, and that Zhan Ziming happens to be working under the Demon King in charge of the Lower Seventh Heaven. Guessing that they are both in the Lower Seventh Heaven, there should be some intersection between these two people."

The cub meowed comfortably after being touched on the head, and rubbed against the palm of His Majesty the Immortal Emperor flatteringly.

"So," Yin Xiaobei nodded, "Then the fact that this white tiger can steal from the storage bag, you probably guessed it too."

Xi Chong glanced at Yin Xiaobei, and pointed to the storage bag hanging on his waist: "Otherwise, how do you think it followed us all the way here."

Yin Xiaobei looked embarrassed, and looked down at his storage bag: "..." Well, should he be glad that there is nothing important in his storage bag?

The so-called "Ke character card" is actually a prismatic black wooden card with a red wish-fulfilling knot tied on the top.

After getting the things, Yin Xiaobei couldn't help but have a hard time.

By the way, how do you use this wooden sign? Do you just hold it in your hand, or do you want to put it somewhere?

After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out why. It was time for dinner. As an ordinary person who couldn't even eat Bigu Dan, Yin Xiaobei thought about it, and finally decided to throw away the dry food in the storage bag. Find a place to eat.

As soon as he walked out of the room, he heard Xi Chong, who had hidden his figure, speak in his mind through sound transmission.

"Don't move, there is a demon cultivator following you not far behind, go straight ahead, find a hidden place, don't look back."

It was Ke Yishan.

Yin Xiaobei paused, and without the slightest hesitation, he quickly changed the direction according to Xi Chong's instructions. As soon as he reached the corner of the stairs, he heard a deep voice behind him.

"You are Tang An, the shopkeeper of the Wuxiang Medical Center in the Lower Three Heavens... You took Zhan Ziming's key card, what do you want to ask?"

Yin Xiaobei collected himself, imitating Tang An's tone and said, "I want to ask, where is Mr. Yuquan now?"

The people behind were silent for a while.

"Mr. Yuquan, the incarnation of Lingchi water, can understand the secrets of heaven and predict the future... Unfortunately, he will die soon."

dying?

Yin Xiaobei's heart skipped a beat, but he repeated what he said just now: "Then where is he now?"

"Mr. Yuquan, he is currently in the mausoleum built for him by Lord Jing Mo. As for where is that mausoleum?" Ke Yishan sighed, "I know it too, but what will Doctor Tang plan to exchange?"

"What do you want, Lingshi, or something else?" Yin Xiaobei asked.

"No, I don't want spirit stones. I remember that Doctor Tang is best at healing people's demons... So, you go to Qiushui City in the Seventh Heaven, find a family named Yuan in the south of the city, and heal his daughter's demons. I will tell you where Mr. Yuquan is now."

The voice in his ear gradually drifted away, Yin Xiaobei turned his head, and the stairs behind him were empty, and Ke Yishan was no longer seen.

In the seventh heaven, Youshan Mausoleum.

In the dark tomb passage, the young man in red was holding a fluorescent pearl, passed two small gates, and finally came to a stone gate carved with floating flowers, rubbed his crying red eyes vigorously, took a deep breath, and then Finally reached out and knocked on the iron ring on the door.

"Sir..." the young man whispered.

"Aran," a soft sigh came from the stone gate, the voice was melodious, with a strange rhythm, like broken jade from a clear spring, "you should cry less when you are mourning and hurting your body."

The boy listened, and couldn't help but tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to refute, but he was so choked up that he couldn't say a word.

This person raised him from a young age, taught him cultivation, taught him how to understand the world, and even spent countless efforts to take him from the lower realm to the nether world. Now that he is about to die, how could he not be sad.

"...Aran, did you hear, he's coming soon."

A familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears, and the young man who was still immersed in sadness quickly raised his head, only to find that the person was already standing beside him.

He is coming?who is he.

The young man was full of doubts, and was about to ask again, when he saw the person around him straighten his clothes, smiled softly, and patted his head casually: "Let's go, come pick up someone with me."