The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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At dusk or later, the snow in front of every house has been cleared. Jiang Shuyu put the little daggers that the two of them had worked hard into his arms, and prepared to go home contentedly.

At this time, the fellow village chief reached out to stop them: "Master Jiang Xian is always on call and has helped us a lot. Now it's getting dark and everyone is here, so let's stay and have a meal."

A villager echoed: "Yes, the immortal master is here, and we specially made dumplings!"

In the twilight, they looked at Jiang Shuyu expectantly, Jiang Shuyu was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "You can take as much as you want, the mayor doesn't need to be polite."

He actually wanted to say yes.

People say that high places are extremely cold, and he should be regarded as a "cold person" because he is in a high position. In fact, he himself doesn't like the feeling of being isolated from others.It's a pity that when he was a teenager, he went to Changliu alone and became the master of the light pole. He didn't know how to get along with people or watch people order dishes. Before suddenly realizing it, he put aside the olive branch first.

Fortunately, he got used to it.

In the past, such matters were all decided by Xie Yang. He is slick, he can settle things with just opening his mouth, and it will never hurt the harmony between the two parties...

He glanced at the little apprentice who was following him now.

The little apprentice was even less "speakable" than him, so he waved his hand and made a gesture of repelling him, put on a posture of disgust, put his hands on his hips and said, "It's all commonplace, it's normal for us immortal masters to look down on you, how about you?" , don’t keep us if we don’t have delicacies from mountains and seas... Is that what you mean, Master?”

The villagers didn't expect him to say that, and they were all taken aback.

Jiang Shuyu was the first to react, and said angrily, "Ah Yang, you are presumptuous!"

Memories are like tides, afraid of hitting the rocks, Xie Yang never thought that he would call him that in a moment of impatience. For a cold-faced and cold-hearted superior, calling a little Xiu who has just slapped him so intimately is really heartbreaking. Accident.

It seems that Jiang Shuyu didn't call him that since he started writing Changliu.

Jiang Shuyu didn't notice anything wrong, took a deep breath, calmed down, and tried to explain to everyone: "He, we... didn't mean that..."

No matter how capable he is on weekdays, at this time he was speechless, even though he was exhausted, and he didn't know how to explain to make people listen, so he closed his mouth and looked solemnly at the fellow village head, meaning: "You understand?" ?”

It's a pity that I didn't control it well for a while, and in the eyes of outsiders, it became "what you said just now, if you dare to say it, you will be killed".

Everyone took a step back.

Jiang Shuyu had no choice but to give up struggling: "...OK."

Fortunately, the old village chief had experienced enough storms and waves, so he immediately understood the difficulties of the young man who was not good at speaking, so he laughed "haha" a few times, which made all the people present confused.

At the end he had laughed enough, stretched out his hand and patted Jiang Shuyu's shoulder and said, "Master Jiang Xian is so good, this is very good."

The embarrassment that was inadvertently exposed gave the high-ranking immortal teacher a bit of a human touch. Everyone was relieved to see it, and Brother Donghai, the strongest man in the village, pushed the two of them: "Then go in quickly, although it is indeed a simple meal. , Just look at the dancing postures of the girls in our Yinshu Township!"

This is a huge snow shell house, more than enough to fit the entire Meixiang.

A fire frame was set up with wood in the middle, and all kinds of wild game and seasonal vegetables were cooked in the iron pot on it.

Xie Yang sits on the west, together with children and some young people, Jiang Shuyu sits on the east, surrounded by several elders.

The singing and dancing in Meixiang is as soft as flowers blooming. The girls’ step by step, the boys’ tambourine and flute are like the whisper of the wind, and the caress of the rain. After watching it for a while, he took a breath.

Xie Yang thought: "It's too soft and boring, it can be used to hypnotize while sleeping."

He turned his head and glanced in Jiang Shuyu's direction, his ears uncontrollably wanting to hear what other people said to the little mute...

"Immortal masters eat this...you monks can't even eat, look so skinny."

"He's just right skinny, so he looks good, doesn't he?"

"Hey, I remember that you used to have double golden pupils. Looking at it now, why does it seem that you have changed?"

"Tsk! Don't say it! That's because Wa's good deeds have moved God to take back his strange disease!"

"Okay! Okay! I have to tell my little grandson to learn from others, so that the kid won't do nothing and spend all day playing with women's things... Come on, baby eat this, this is good..."

No matter what they said, Jiang Shuyu responded, without saying a word to defend himself, just put the food that kept rising from the bowl into his mouth, even Xie Yang couldn't stand it: "It's really useless."

If you don't want to listen, you still listen, if this is yourself, anyone who dares to expose his scars will die.

"it is good!"

At this time, the excitement at his table had reached a climax, and laughter erupted from the crowd, which immediately attracted the attention of the "elderly area".

The village chief clapped his hands, signaled for everyone to be quiet, and then said on his own: "Today is a big day, and we should have fun together, baby, ah no...it's rare for an immortal master to come here, why don't you dance too?"

Jiang Shuyu stopped his chopsticks: "...I can't."

"Why is the immortal master so shy? Changliu's swordsmanship is famous all over the world. That sword dance must be unique. Come on!"

Everyone: "Come on!"

Jiang Shuyu: "..."

"Pfft haha!"

Xie Yang had an expression of looking forward to the show, and even wished that everyone's demands were more excessive, just Jiang Shuyu's skin as thin as a cicada's wings... If he guessed correctly, he must regret staying now.

However, Jiang Shuyu is obviously much smarter than he thought. A turtle that has been eaten once will never eat it a second time, so he calmly drank a sip of tea and calmed down: "I was injured a few days ago and have difficulty moving. If you don't mind, let my disciple do it for you."

Xie Yang: "..."

Who said he was stupid?Treacherous and cunning!

Unexpectedly, he used his injury as a shield.

Now everyone couldn't force him anymore, so they turned their attention to the only long-term disciple present: "Jiang Shuyu's direct disciple is definitely not bad!"

Xie Yang laughed dryly: "How long have I been here? Master?"

Jiang Shuyu: "Human and sword are united, and the heart moves and the sword moves."

With that said, Jiang Shuyu pulled out the old sword and threw it to him: "Don't be ashamed."

"You..." Xie Yang took the sword and slapped his ponytail on his face, as if he had received a slap in the face. It didn't hurt but he felt like being bullied by an "honest man". He was about to curse when he turned around and saw the corner of Jiang Shuyu's mouth Slightly raised, it seems to be a smile.

"……never mind."

It's his fault, his fault, he shouldn't have provoked Jiang Shuyu in the first place.

For the sake of Jiang Shuyu being hurt by him, Xie Yang stood up amidst the whistle and applause, and swiped his two fingers on the sword, injecting vitality into the sword that had been lonely for a long time...

After a night of carnival, Xie Yang didn't sleep nor let Jiang Shuyu sleep, so the next morning, Jiang Miaomiao, who got up to pee, was startled by two black shadows standing in front of the door, and almost split her urine.

"Daddy! Why did you come back? Why didn't you go through the main entrance?"

Jiang Shuyu supported Xie Yang, he could barely stand still, and muttered: "It's a long story, he drank too much...I returned the sword, but unfortunately...have you eaten..."

"..."

What are you talking about with a rake here and there? I don't think you drink less, do you?

Before he could ask, Jiang Shuyu nodded himself, and stretched out his index finger: "Well, he poured me, but luckily I only drank one..."

"Don't talk about it yet," Jiang Miaomiao said, "Go and rest, Dad, I'll take him back to his room!"

Jiang Shuyu: "You are so young, you can't hold him..."

"Who said you want to hug him? Put him on the ground, the snow is thick and slippery, I can drag him back by pulling his hair!"

Jiang Shuyu frowned: "Rude."

As he said that, he leaned over and put his arm through Xie Yang's leg, picked him up, and staggered towards his room.

Before he could be shocked, Jiang Miaomiao hurriedly pulled his robe to adjust his route: "Here!"

The sky was white, Xie Yang hung his head and was forced to lie in Jiang Shuyu's arms, muttering something that even Jiang Miaomiao, who was closest to him, couldn't quite hear him.

"Jiang Zhen...your uncle's...why..."