I open the underworld canteen to continue my life

Taboo Evil Lord couldn't help laughing out loud, and slowly held back under Zhuyou Lord's indifferent gaze.

But he still couldn't help but winked at Si Nanxing: "Hey, little brother, don't mention this matter casually in the future. Don't you know that Mr. Zhuyou was still young at the time, and he had just transformed into a form. Everyone said you were his benefactor, and gave him four words to enlighten him."

"Mr. Zhuyou has just turned into a human form. He doesn't know anything about the world and the world, and he doesn't even recognize human characters. Ordinary little monsters don't dare to say anything when they see it. They can only praise it until..."

Zhu Youjun interrupted him with a dark face: "Are you still going back?"

Taboo Evil Lord's smile was sincere, and he couldn't see any evil intentions in sharing Zhuyou Lord's gossip: "Aren't I still worried about the safety of my little brother?"

"Go back." Lord Zhuyou bluntly gave the order to evict guests.

Taboo Evil Lord nodded again and again: "Come back now, come back now, won't Lord Zhuyou come with me?"

Zhu Youjun looked indifferent: "I will take him to find the sword tomorrow, and I will stay here today."

"Huh?" Si Nanxing blinked, "Mr. Zhuyou, have you changed your mind again?"

Zhu Youjun turned his head to the side: "There's nothing you can't see."

Taboo Evil Lord gave him a meaningful look, and replied politely: "Okay, since that's the case, I'll go back first."

He smiled and nodded at Si Nanxing, with gentle eyes, "Little brother, this time, you have to live longer."

Si Nanxing nodded seriously: "I accept your good words."

Taboo Evil Lord said goodbye with a smile, and disappeared into the small courtyard. At this moment, there were only two people left in the courtyard, Sinanxing and Zhuyoujun. Sinanxing smiled at him: "I'll go upstairs and clean up your room. .”

Lord Zhuyou stopped him: "No need, I'll stand in the courtyard all night..."

"That won't work." Si Nanxing shook his head, "Don't worry, I won't be tired, you can help me."

Zhu Youjun only hesitated for a moment, and followed him upstairs together.

His yard is not small, and there are several guest rooms, even if they are not used normally, they are basically kept clean and hygienic.Si Nanxing took out a quilt, gave Zhu Youjun two horns, and shook it, but the opposite Zhuyou Jun stood there like a log, motionless.

It seems that Mr. Zhuyou has never done such a thing before, and he is a bit at a loss.

Si Nanxing found it funny: "Mr. Zhuyou, please move."

Zhu Youjun came back to his senses, hesitantly imitated Si Nanxing's appearance, and shook the quilt together with him.

Si Nanxing didn't know whether he was caught by his serious expression or his overly tense movements, and he almost couldn't straighten up from laughing.After confirming that Mr. Zhuyou knew how to use the faucet, Si Nanxing moved towards the door of the room: "Then I'm going back to my room."

Mr. Zhuyou nodded, and Si Nanxing took another step away, saying, "Mr. Zhuyou, sweet dream."

Zhu Youjun answered again patiently.

Si Nanxing slowly moved another small step. His original position was only three steps away from the door. He took a step back half a step, but he still had room to take several steps.

Only then did Zhu Youjun react, and he asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Si Nanxing immediately stepped back: "It's like this, isn't the story of the evil king just halfway through? If you don't finish telling me, I'm afraid I'll have to think about it all night and I won't be able to sleep."

Mr. Zhuyou knew that he was probably waiting for himself to ask. After looking at him for a long time, he finally compromised and said, "I was illiterate at first, and it was true that everyone mentioned the four words you gave me. Until later, when I met The Emperor Fengdu from the underworld, he read those four characters and said—'what's the matter', I knew that maybe it wasn't a good thing to say."

He thought for a while and then added, "At least it's not suitable for four words that are always shown to others."

"no big deal."

Si Nanxing couldn't help but smiled: "What you said made me even more curious. What did I write?"

"You will know tomorrow." Zhu Youjun looked at him, "It's useless to use the trick of not being able to sleep this time, go and rest."

Si Nanxing shook his head helplessly, and could only walk towards the door.

"I don't want to take you to find that sword, and it's not because of this." Si Nanxing walked halfway, and Zhu Youjun suddenly spoke again.He looked out of the window and frowned slightly, "I saw that sword spirit after I transformed into a human form. He told me that the sword follows the master, and there is no Mengxizhou in the world, and there is no need for the vertical sword."

"After you reincarnate, he may not be willing to use you again, unless...you lie to him that you are still Meng Xizhou."

Si Nanxing met his gaze, Meng Xizhou, this was the first time he had heard clearly about a certain life from Zhu Youjun.He didn't feel familiar at all, but he understood why Zhu Youjun cared, he bent his eyes and smiled: "But I'm Sinanxing."

"I'm going to try my luck tomorrow and ask that sword spirit if he would do me a favor. It's fine if he does, even if he doesn't, just treat it like I'm sweeping the grave of myself who didn't know how many years ago, and go to meet Zhuyou by the way." Your original body."

Lord Zhuyou relaxed his frown, and nodded.

After Si Nanxing left the room, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the soft bed unaccustomed.He didn't turn on the light, and with his black and white pupils open in the dark, he couldn't help but think of what Emperor Fengdu had said.

——"In this life, his life is hanging by a thread, and he can only escape from death."

——"The past is so restrictive, if you want to help him, you have to remind him all the time, remember who you are."

——"A chance meeting, no coincidence, no book, I'm afraid he will be involved in a lot in this life, you step in, be careful..."

He closed his eyes, the admonition in his head was suddenly disconnected, and he tried to lie down on the soft bed.

……

Early the next morning, Si Nanxing got up and made porridge for himself, and made fried dumplings with eggs for Mr. Zhuyou.

The porridge was simmered last night. Breakfast is about convenience. Si Nanxing didn't make fried dumplings himself, but used quick-frozen dumplings.

Brush the pan with oil, put the dumplings in low heat and fry until the bottom is browned, add a small amount of water, cover the pot and simmer for a while, wait until the water is almost dry, then pour the golden egg liquid evenly, sprinkle with chopped green onion to enhance the aroma, as long as The egg liquid is formed and solidified and no longer flows, and it can be out of the pan.

Si Nanxing felt that Mr. Zhuyou was not an outsider anymore, so he didn't take a plate, and directly brought a frying pan to the table.

Mr. Zhuyou was so clean and refreshed that he didn't seem to have slept at all. He originally wanted to say that he didn't need to be busy, but when he saw the brightly colored fried dumplings, he subconsciously picked up the chopsticks.

Si Nanxing sat down with his own oatmeal porridge, with a smile in his eyes: "We never provide breakfast here, and this is the only one for Mr. Zhuyou."

Zhu Youjun smiled, he didn't smile often, but he was very gentle when facing Si Nanxing.He picked up a fried dumpling with an egg in his chopsticks, bright yellow egg, green onion, and round and lovely fried dumpling. He looked at it for a while before putting it into his mouth.

Si Nanxing was still observing his expression, smilingly propped his chin and asked, "How is it?"

The eggs are tender and smooth, and the fried dumplings are crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside.

Zhu Youjun nodded, judging from the speed at which he dropped his chopsticks, he definitely liked it very much.

He raised his eyes: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Si Nanxing shook his head: "I've already tasted some eggs. I eat less oil and less salt, and I have a lot of taboos, but watching Zhu Youjun eat it, I think my bowl of porridge has become much more fragrant."

Mr. Zhuyou paused with his chopsticks. He didn't know that he still had this effect, but he heard something like "beautiful and delicious" from ordinary people. He looked at Si Nanxing with a strange expression. It can't be called delicious.

But as long as the little boss is happy, Mr. Zhuyou lowered his eyes, and seriously ate up the pot of fried dumplings with eggs, not even a little green onion left.

After breakfast, Lord Zhuyou stretched out his hand to Sinanxing, and then Sinanxing remembered to ask, "I haven't asked yet, where are we going?"

Zhu Youjun held his hand, and the two took a step forward, the scene in front of them was quite different, they were no longer in his small courtyard.

This place is like the halfway up a mountain, surrounded by only scorched black dead trees that grow in disorder, with no species, and dead or alive. Early in the morning, the sight is full of mist, and it seems that the morning sun can't even shine. Entering the fog and blocking, there is a strange and ominous atmosphere.

Only then did Zhu Youjun answer: "Yunfu Mountain."

Si Nanxing felt that the name of the place seemed familiar. He had always had a good memory. After searching in his mind, he actually remembered it: "In the story of the Qingqiu Goddess, where was the last burial of the sword spirit?"

Zhu Youjun nodded and led him up.The withered yellow weeds grew wildly here, and there was almost no road. Fortunately, Zhu Youjun's blood-colored branches bent the withered grass all the way, and paved a fairly smooth path.

Zhu Youjun turned around and pulled him: "Step on and walk."

"Okay." Si Nanxing responded, only to hear Zhu Youjun say: "Yunfu Mountain was originally an ancient battlefield. In ancient times, countless strange people from the Three Realms perished here. After that, the Three Realms were stable, and we, the inhuman beings walking in the world Do more to cover up, but this place has become a battleground for military strategists in human wars, and countless mortals are buried here."

"It's also why I have such an innate vicious aura."

As they walked up the road, Si Nanxing only felt that the morning dew was heavy, and he regretted not wearing a coat.Sensing his discomfort, Zhu Youjun stretched out his hand, as if he was leading him home that day, the warmth passed from the intersecting fingers.

Si Nanxing lowered his head, his voice was a little hasty: "I'm sorry, my delicate body really..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a very thin cry like a kitten, like a child who was not very old. He was crying in panic, and the crying became louder and closer, until it seemed to be right next to him. ear.

The bleak and restless voice called out, "Father—where are you—"

Si Nanxing opened his mouth subconsciously: "Father can't bark..."

His eyes darkened, and he almost fell down straight. There was a crisp silver bell, and Si Nanxing suddenly raised his head. He just remembered that he had just held Zhu Youjun's hand, and now he raised his head, and his whole body was already shaking. You Jun was in his arms, even though Si Nanxing was thick-skinned, he couldn't help but have some red ears.

He was inexplicably afraid to look up: "This is me?"

Zhu Youjun frowned: "The resentment is remnant, you have a lot of merit, they subconsciously complain to you."

Si Nanxing laughed: "Is it just like in ancient TV dramas, when the suffering working people see Lord Qingtian?"

Mr. Zhuyou hasn't watched many TV shows, but he probably understands what he means. He nodded: "Almost, calm down and don't be influenced by them. With the silver bell around, you can break free from this subtle illusion soon."

Si Nanxing glanced at the silver bell that he hung on the door key: "When Goddess Qingqiu gave it to me, she didn't say that it would have such a great effect. This is a surprise."

Zhu Youjun took his hand: "It's almost there."

Sinanxing nodded, Master Zhuyou paused, and suddenly came back to his senses. The obedient branch that Sinanxing was stepping on all the way bared his fangs, and suddenly stabbed towards a certain place in the white mist. Sinanxing narrowed his eyes and looked at Lively, only a cloud of melted black mist was seen.

Zhu Youjun lowered his face: "Someone is following us."

Mr. Zhuyou was by his side, Si Nanxing wasn't worried at all, he asked, "Did you see who it was?"

Zhu Youjun shook his head: "He didn't show his true face, but he used illusion to cover it up. He should be the one who trapped the ghost gate back then."

Si Nanxing also frowned, and looked at Mr. Zhu You in embarrassment: "Then shall we go up?"

"Let's go." Zhu Youjun pulled him and quickened his pace a little.

Si Nanxing followed Mr. Zhuyou to climb up, but the cloud of black mist did not keep up with him, and when he jumped up, his vision suddenly became clear - the white mist gathered at his feet, and there was only a big tree covering the sky above his head.

This tree grows a bit strangely, the trunk is deep black, and the branches become brighter red, the blood-red branches look like agate coral, there are no leaves, no flowers, only solitary branches.

Si Nanxing subconsciously took a step forward, and was immediately pulled back by Mr. Zhu You by his collar. Mr. Zhu You abruptly turned his gaze to the other side: "Go draw your sword."

The author has something to say: post a chapter first hehe, and post the rest tomorrow during the day =3

感谢在2021-01-2720:43:30~2021-01-2800:52:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Big train - 2 pieces;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Big Train - 248 bottles; Xiao Jinfeng 3 bottles; Wanxia 1 bottle; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!