The days of being a cook in fairyland

The Puppet Sect is a well-known sect of demon cultivators in the Lower Seventh Heaven.

Yin Xiaobei always felt that this name sounded familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he finally remembered that Zhan Ziming, who mistakenly thought he was Tang An, seemed to be the second generation disciple of the Puppet Sect when he was on the dragon boat.

What is this called, Yuanjia Road Narrow?

Because of his own lack of cultivation, Yi Rong Dan's effect on Yin Xiaobei's body can only last for half a day at most. Before that, he was somewhat hesitant to continue to borrow Tang An's identity. Now, it seems that there is no need for it at all. Hesitated.

The "birthday of entering the puppet sect" mentioned in the previous note actually refers to celebrating the birthday of the suzerain of the puppet sect. The time just happened to be the day after tomorrow. The two agreed on a date, and Jing Yan left first.

When Jing Yan walked away, Yin Xiaobei took out the note again, and the white tiger disguised by Xi Chong also jumped onto the table and read the note with him.

"Puppet sect, why do you think it wants us to go to the puppet sect?" Yin Xiaobei thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, "Is Rong Jin also in the puppet sect now, or are they there?" Any clues about where Rong Jin is now?"

"Or neither," Xi Chong said, "Although Jing Yan's tricks can make people's wishes come true, most of the action instructions given to people are vague and meaningless... For example, the little uncle hoped that Rong Jin was still alive. However, the instruction given by the kit is to let him take Bai Ru into the demon cultivation forbidden area, and then you will know the rest."

Later, Yin Xiaobei also followed into the forbidden area of ​​demon cultivators, and then accidentally exposed his identity under various blunders. To a certain extent, it can be regarded as an indirect fulfillment of Qin Wuyue's wish that Rong Jin was still alive.

"...I don't know what the next tip will ask us to do, I just hope it's not too weird." Yawning, Yin Xiaobei rubbed his sore eyes, only to realize that he was already sleepy , He simply didn't even take off his clothes, just hugged the cub and fell asleep.

Really, Yin Xiaobei never knew that he still had the potential of a crow's mouth.

The second kit was suddenly opened on the way to the Puppet Sect. Yin Xiaobei took out the note inside and didn't speak for a long time.

"Why, what's written on it?" Jing Yan, who was also sitting in the flying boat, asked.

Since it was an honorable occasion to celebrate someone's birthday, Jing Yan simply asked people to prepare a guard of honor according to the specifications of the devil's travel, and directly took the whole team and boarded the flying boat in a mighty manner.

Yin Xiaobei was relieved for a while that he didn't have to step on the spirit sword to fly around, but the good mood along the way was broken by the sudden appearance of the note.

...Hand the medicine king pestle to Zhan Ziming.

"Zhan Ziming? This person seems to be a disciple of the Puppet Sect, he seems to be the head of a certain generation of disciples." Looking at the small characters on the note, Jing Yan recalled while rubbing his chin.

And the name sounds very familiar, it seems that he has done a few things under his hands before.

Yin Xiaobei nodded.Yes, they have seen it on the dragon boat before, and what Yao Wangchu said, should be the magic weapon that the real Tang An got from the secret realm of the Magic Mountain 30 years ago. Later, Ke Yishan seemed to use this thing as bait to lure While they were treating Yuan Caiwei's illness, the Master of Yuan's Mansion set up a formation and threatened them to hand over the things.

Hand over the King of Medicine Pestle to Zhan Ziming...whose identity should he hand it over to? Yin Xiaobei's?Then he had to tell the other party that the previous Tang An was all pretending to be him, and the real Tang An was dead.

Or if you don't want to do this, you can only continue to pretend to be Tang An.But why would a magic cultivator give a ground-level magic weapon to someone he hasn't seen in decades for no reason, and it's not a token of love? It's obviously unreasonable.

Yin Xiaobei couldn't help covering his face, only feeling that his whole head was getting bigger.

"Does it have to be me who handed over the things to him?" Yin Xiaobei did not give up.

"That's a kit generated from your wish. I think it's better for you to follow it directly. Basically, if you really want to achieve your wish, you must strictly follow the instructions in each kit. Every step Cannot be omitted."

Jing Yan lowered his head and thought about it. Yin Xiaobei's current status is embarrassing. For the sake of safety, he originally only wanted to bring people to the periphery of the puppet sect, but now it seems that he can't.

"Well, you can follow Ke Yishan first, I will find a way to get him to help you meet that Zhan Ziming, and then you can just give him the things... By the way, the medicine king mentioned in the kit The pestle, is it in your hand now?"

Yin Xiaobei nodded: "Yes."

"That's fine." Jing Yan lazily leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes, "When you finish delivering the medicine king pestle, you should be able to open the third kit, and then don't forget to bring it over and show it to me." .”

Qiushui City is not far from the Puppet Sect, and the flying boat flew for more than an hour and arrived there quickly.

There were a lot of guests who came to celebrate the birthday, and the disciples of the Puppet Sect who were in charge of meeting outside the mountain gate were so busy that they were almost startled when they saw Jing Yan and his party suddenly appearing outside. The disciple in charge rushed to inform the suzerain and several elders who were receiving other guests at the door.

The puppet sect is in the Lower Seventh Heaven, so it is naturally under Jing Yan's jurisdiction. After hearing the news, the other party did not dare to stay for a moment, and the suzerain quickly came out with the elders and several important disciples.

Because he was walking with the guards, Yin Xiaobei was holding the white tiger disguised by Xi Chong, and was about to go to Ke Yishan, but just after leaving the crowd, he collided with Zhan Ziming who was walking towards him.

Yin Xiaobei: "..." For the first time in his life, he bumped into the victim himself when he lied to someone. It couldn't be more embarrassing.

Seeing that Yin Xiaobei was silent, Xi Chong, dressed as a white tiger, hooked his clothes with his paws unhappy.

"Cough, that..." Yin Xiaobei coughed, thinking that he is not Tang An's appearance now, so he shouldn't feel guilty, when he heard the person across from him suddenly speak.

"Are you the one who pretended to be Tang An before?" After a brief surprise, Zhan Ziming's expression returned to calm.

Yin Xiaobei frowned, and wanted to say how you figured it out.

Zhan Ziming smiled wryly and said: "This is the Puppet Sect, no matter how useless I am, I am also the chief of the second-generation disciples."

The disciples of the Puppet Sect are naturally the best at making puppets of various magic tools, and most of the high-level puppets are in human form. If you don't have a certain understanding of human body shape, you can't make them at all.

A person's face, expression, and voice may be faked, but subtle movements are a habit that a person has developed for a long time, and there is no way to fake it.

"He..." Zhan Ziming couldn't continue after saying a word.

"He's already dead," Yin Xiaobei scratched his head uncomfortably while holding the white tiger, opened the storage bag, and took out the medicine king pestle inside. Magical weapon, he was besieged by someone, although he escaped in the end, he was injured to the root, and he died of serious injuries not long after."

These were all Qin Wu told Yin Xiaobei before. According to Qin Wu, when he saw Tang An for the last time, that person had only his last breath left. He also wanted to save someone's life. Thoughts came, but unfortunately it was too late.

"Thank you." Zhan Ziming was silent for a long time, and finally reached out to take the medicine king pestle from Yin Xiaobei's hand, "Then let's do this first... I have to go to work on the master's birthday. If you have anything, you can Call the disciples below to come and find me at any time."

Yin Xiaobei nodded, watching Zhan Ziming walk away, suddenly felt the brocade bag in his arms was hot.

Yin Xiaobei was taken aback, and quickly took out the kit, and took out the note inside.

...After dark, enter the secret way of the puppet sect with Zhan Ziming.

Yin Xiaobei: "..." What do you mean?

Does it mean that Zhan Ziming will come to look for him after nightfall? Why, and he entered the secret path of the puppet sect, and he didn't want to escape for his life.

I don't understand.

He said he was going to be busy with his master's birthday, but Zhan Ziming didn't go far, but found a quiet place and stood under the corner, looking at the medicine king pestle in his hand with a complicated expression.

Already dead?

To a certain extent, Zhan Ziming didn't have any more impressions of Tang An. After all, it was 30 years ago. The only thing he vaguely remembered was that the other party seemed to be a very cold and arrogant young man, dressed in light-colored clothes. Clothes, with a silent face to deal with the wound on his shoulder.

Is it sad, it seems not, just melancholy... as if something precious has not had time to start, but the melancholy has already ended early.

Zhan Ziming sighed and was about to leave when he suddenly heard an extremely familiar voice from the room behind the wall.

Zhan Ziming's expression froze, he quickly held his breath, and used the magic formula to hide his figure.

"...What a god-sent opportunity. I never thought that Jing Yan, who has been huddled in a shell for decades, would one day escape by himself."

Jing Yan?

Zhan Ziming narrowed his eyes, moved closer to the wall, and listened more carefully.

Zhan Ziming was very familiar with the two voices in the room. The one who spoke just now was his master, Ge Ying, the Suzerain of the Puppet Sect, and the voice of the Second Elder of the Puppet Sect was the one who followed him.

"That's right, Jing Mojun is as timid as a mouse, and he dared not come out of Qiushui City easily. Others have no way to do something. It is the suzerain who has a way, and he was lured out by a small birthday banquet." .”

Speaking of this, the second elder couldn't help but feel a little strange: "However, that's what you said, but suzerain, did you say that Jing, who came to the Puppet Sect, really only came to attend the birthday banquet?"

The suzerain waved his hand and said: "This opportunity must not be missed, no matter what the reason for his coming, let him stay alive."

"As for those subordinates who came here," the suzerain thought for a moment, leaned into the ear of the second elder, and lowered his voice, "You take the third elder, and the puppets that were just made a month ago, don't make any noise. Come, just take advantage of this evening... don't leave any of them behind."

After the two left the room, Zhan Ziming stood up from the wall, gritted his teeth, and finally turned and walked towards the guest room.