Lord Water God who still hasn't taken medicine today

The next day, in the main hall of the Crystal Temple.

It's lunch time, but no one rests.

"Master Suicune, please handle these government affairs."

Prime Minister Gui held a neat stack of memorials and said.

But he was not the only one. Behind Prime Minister Gui, more than a dozen messengers were holding various memorials, seals, scrolls, and books, all looking at Yu Libai with pleading faces.

"Master Suicune, report on the invasion of monsters from the north of Qionglin."

"Master Suicune, please stamp your seal here."

"Master Shuijun, a letter from the master of Yuanshan Sword Sect."

"Master Shuijun, please take a look at the last quarter's earnings of Duobao Pavilion and sign."

One after another, they all turned into the same sentence in the end, "Master Suicune!!!!!!"

"Hey..." Yu Libai replied weakly.

With two big dark circles under his eyes and a gloomy face, Yu Libai was lying on the table, even turning over the red ink and black ink on the stone inkstone to paint himself into a big painted face. All around him were documents that needed to be processed. One after another, high-rise buildings were piled up one after another, and as the paper cranes flew in and out, the height of these buildings showed an upward trend, so that Yu Libai had been busy all morning, but he did not see any reduction in work.

Lord Water God lay on his stomach half dead, "Prime Minister Turtle, if you bring in the memorial again, I will show you to death."

The maidservants in the main hall were busy walking in and out, and upon hearing the words, they all cast a cold glance at the lord in the main hall.

Who is to blame for accumulating so many files?

You clearly know that the Dragon Boat Festival feast is coming, and you have to report the whole year's work to the Great Wu Tiangong, so please work hard, my lord.

Yu Libai suffered a fatal blow from the joint efforts of his subordinates.

Successful critical strike, Yu Libai was defeated.

The self-inflicted Lord Water God propped himself up from the table with both arms, and weakly pinched his hand to pick up the writing brush that fell to the ground, and the ink spilled on the table was also sucked out, returning to its original shape Into the inkstone—except for the small part stuck to his face—Yu Libai dipped his pen and ink, and even the name he signed at the end of the memorial was weak and distorted.

A god with good physical strength will stride in from outside the hall door, and a whole box of bamboo slips will be put down.

"Master Suicune, here is the information about the shaman you want."

Yu Li, who was about to get down again, stood up in vain, no longer breathless than a second ago, and even his eyes were shining, "Finally found it, move it up!"

The rest of the people in the hall turned their heads in silence, staring at Yu Libai who was alive and kicking with cold eyes.

The black air spread, and the resentment was great.

Yu Libai: "..."

Stare, stare at what stare at qaq

He covered his mouth and coughed a few times. Under the pressure of his eyes, he waved his hand to the general who brought the bamboo slips, "Well... you carry these up."

Crowd: stare-

Prime Minister Turtle stepped forward, his old wrinkled face expressionless, "Master Suicune, what did you just say?"

Yu Libai couldn't help shrinking his neck, "I said..."

The short Prime Minister Gui's eyes flashed a light that didn't match his old state, "What? The old minister is old, and his ears are not very good."

Yu Libai, who was obviously taller but was completely overwhelmed in terms of momentum: "I said..."

"The old minister is old, can I ask you to resign?"

"...I didn't say anything."

Everyone turned their eyes away, and Yu Libai lay down on the table again, wanting to cry without tears, moving the tip of his pen slightly to draw.

Obviously Ji Lian won't go out today.

I've been busy for several days and haven't had a good meeting. Finally, Ji Lian was idle at home, but I couldn't go to see him. Is this what people do?

Why are there so many jobs!

... Always leave the government affairs to be dealt with and run to follow the water god who is peeping at Ji Lian. The answer to this question is to ask yourself.

Even the generals who moved the bamboo slips were stared away, and the entire hall was completely reduced to a workplace for civil servants. The gods who were writing quickly were full of dark resentment, and stared at the superior Yu Libai from time to time It is even more resentful.

Yu Libai, who was slowly catching fish in circles, shuddered involuntarily.

Shencha is communicating with His Royal Highness.

【With Suicune's current speed, how long will it take to finish processing this memorial? 】

【It's so slow, Mr. Suicune, please hurry up. 】

【My wife is still waiting for me to buy groceries after get off work...】

After discussing with each other for a while, they all cast their spiritual thoughts on Prime Minister Turtle who was grinding ink next to Lord Suicune.

【Prime Minister, we must take measures in this situation. 】

【Yes, otherwise everyone would be dragged here by Master Suicune】

Prime Minister Gui glared at Yu Libai, and what he got was that the other party looked away guiltily, but his hands did not speed up at all, and his spiritual thoughts were also involved in the communication between the gods.

【Everyone, Master Suicune has been held in the palace by us for a whole morning. Compared with the previous records, this is already a big improvement. 】

[I also admit that it is rare for Suicune to work for so long today, but for solving the backlog of documents, Suicune's working hours are far from enough. 】

[Although you say so... But I can't do much about it. ] Prime Minister Turtle tugged at his beard.

【Actually...】Someone interrupted suddenly,【It's not impossible. 】

The god who sent out this divine thought attracted everyone's attention.

[The morning record log of Master Ji's family has arrived] He said slowly.

The gods are silent, and the eyes they communicate with each other are all meaningful. If it is accompanied by sound effects, it will probably be a long-drawn-out "Oh——"

Prime Minister Turtle turned around immediately.

Yu Libai, who was propping his head on his hands to sleep or not, was awakened by his sudden action, raised his eyelids, and met the serious eyes of the 500-year-old tortoise, feeling chills in his heart, "...Prime Minister, what are you doing?" What to do?"

After saying this sentence, he felt a little weak again, and said: "I said it before, if you come to the memorial again, I will show you to death, I'm not joking!"

Prime Minister Turtle: "..."

Ha ha.

See if he holds the gate of life, whether Suicune will work or not.

Thinking of this, every wrinkle on Prime Minister Gui's face revealed a sense of calmness, and Yu Li shuddered as he watched his No. Teeth shine.

"My lord, Master Ji's report is here."

Oh, and what documents have arrived?It's delivered, it's delivered, what do you say?

What is the dead child doing now?The old man in purple is here, so he won't be dragged to make potions again, right?I don't know if the ointment he brought over last time has been wiped off. If it leaves a scar, it won't look good...

No, even with scars, he is still handsome!

After a long word rolled in his mind, he slowly wanted to lie down again.

...wait, no...

...What I just said was...Ji Lian's report! ! !

Yu Libai's eyes were wide open, he stood up and leaned towards Prime Minister Gui, "Show me!"

"Master Suicune, please read the other memorials first." Prime Minister Kame said, and added, "There is no condition to talk about."

Yu Libai: "..."

asshole!

He took a few deep breaths before forcing himself to show a smile, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay!"

In an instant, more than a dozen avatars were separated, hundreds of brushes waved up and down, and the ink with water-blue magic power was thrown all over the ground.

The water-blue light bloomed around him, and Yu Libai's clothes fluttered wildly without wind.

"It's just a memorial, let's fight!"

***

"Ah!"

He sneezed fiercely, and Ji Lian couldn't help but paused when he put on his coat. Although the weather was hot, his whole body was chilled just now, as if a cool breeze had blown through the room.

The Taoist in purple chattered with him, "I told you to get dressed quickly. Why, you have to think about the medicine that the kid gave you when you take the medicine? You are not afraid of catching a cold."

Ji Lian glanced at him.

The old man can talk nonsense when his upper lip touches his lower lip.

How could he be someone who misses others with a box of ointments.

The young man just thought it was too weird that Yu Libai hadn't knocked on the door of his house until now.

Thinking of this, Ji Lian, who had just finished soaking the potion after suffering a lot of pain, dressed neatly and walked out of the room.

The bronze cauldron was still in place, and the sparks on the firewood were slowly smoking. The whole backyard was filled with a pungent stench, and the flowers and trees in the yard were drooping feebly.Originally, since Pei Ji was kidnapped again, she had been more peaceful and reduced the number of times she went out. However, she was forced by the smell of the potion and could only hide in the room.

The purple-clothed Taoist teased a group of demon spirits who were crying with him with his fingers, but turned his head to his apprentice, "How do you feel?"

How can it feel?Is it possible to ask him to answer very well?Ji Lian said heartily.

The taciturn Ji Lian naturally wouldn't say the above words, so the Ziyi Taoist lamented that his little apprentice is really stable, he does practical things without talking too much, and has the perseverance to take the lead.

Originally, he accepted apprentices because Ji Lian was Yunshang's child, but now he thinks...it's really nice to have such a little apprentice.

It's much better than those few unscrupulous registered disciples.

Ji Lian sat down beside him and brought a teapot and cup.

Ever since he said that there was no tea, Yu Libai always liked to bring some tea when he came here, whether it was from his own home, given to him by others, or bought from a vendor on the street.However, there are only three people in Ji's mansion, and they can't drink so much tea every day, so tea has become a flood in Ji's mansion.

All Ji Lian can do is drink.

He does not have tea-making skills like Yu Libai, and he is not too particular about his personality. The tea-making is just a simple brewing of boiling water, without tricks, but in such a hot day, whether it is hot tea or cold tea, it is good It is good.

The tea poured for the Taoist in purple was held by the Taoist. There were still several cups on the table, and Ji Lian poured them one by one. The spout left the teacup, and half of the tea in the cup was gone.

Out of the corner of Ji Lian's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the big cactus by the pool, which seemed to be very happy, and was silent.

... He really wouldn't be surprised by the residents of the house that he couldn't see.

Instead, the Taoist in purple took a sip and put down his teacup, "It's serious, what's the matter?"

"Master," Ji Lian said respectfully, "I have something to ask."

It's so rare, Taoist Ziyi's half grimace is blooming, he asked beamingly: "Good apprentice, what do you want to ask for advice?"

Ji Lian lowered his eyes and said calmly, "God."

He said: "I want to know more about the gods of China."