Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing Ji Wuchen leave with a flick of his sleeve, the system became anxious.

【I managed to cook a meal, but the target of the raid ran away, what should I do】

【Of course I enjoyed my dinner】

This is made with the legendary high-grade fairyland ingredients!It's delicious that you can't eat in real life!Omg this fish!His tongue was so fresh that it was about to fall off!

【But--】

[No but! 】

Xia Lang was frightened by the system, and a piece of fishbone got stuck in his throat. He coughed up tears before remembering to use spells to get the fishbone out.

[Can you stop being so surprised!Ji Wuchen is looking at me! 】

【ah?Isn't he gone? 】

[The man is gone, looking at me with his spiritual sense]

Xia Lang opened a bottle of fine wine collected in the Shangqing Palace for himself. It was offered by an immortal somewhere, and it tasted very good.

[This person has a problem, and he doesn't agree with what he says. 】Fortunately, he thought he was a gentleman!

When Ji Wuchen's consciousness swept over, Xia Lang had already discovered it.

After all, the system said that he is the most powerful existence in this world, but it didn't lie to him.

Since he wants to see it, let him see enough.

After dinner, when Sharan was changing clothes.He intentionally took off his clothes to be extremely seductive, and when his consciousness swept over, he could find that Ji Wuchen's breathing was messed up.

His face didn't change color, and he kept a perfectly devastated expression and finished everything he should do. He didn't get up from Ji Wuchen's bedside until he was sure that Ji Wuchen had started to retreat and put away his spiritual consciousness. Rolling in his own bedding.

This cold and hard jade pillow is not as comfortable as his soft bedding!

Anyway, get some sleep first!

The next morning, Xia Ran didn't open his eyes until he fell asleep until his stomach growled with hunger.

There was no one in the huge Shangqing Hall, and no one dared to wake him up. When Xia Lang walked out of the dormitory, he saw Ji Wuchen sitting at the table writing something, saw Xia Lang come out, and looked up at him. Turning his head slightly, he looked away.

"Master," Xia Lang was only wearing the middle coat he wore when he was sleeping, and he didn't mean to put on clothes: "I'm so hungry, is there anything to eat?"

A trace of irritability flashed in Ji Wuchen's eyes: "I thought, you've already been fasted."

At the age of 16, Xia Lang had already broken through the cultivation base of Jindan and succeeded in bigu. Now he came to tell him that he was hungry.

"But..." Xia Lang said aggrievedly, "I haven't eaten anything in the Qingling Pagoda for thousands of years... I really want to eat."

Seeing Xia Lang's grievance, Ji Wuchen couldn't bear it, and raised his hand to send a message to the disciples outside, asking them to prepare a breakfast, but he still said: "If I knew this, why bother. "

Xia Lang's eyes dimmed: "Master is preaching."

He was imprisoned in the Qingling Pagoda... It was entirely his own fault, and he had no one to blame.

Ji Wuchen looked at his only disciple coldly.

Xia Lang's appearance is almost the same as it was a thousand years ago, but his skin exudes a pale color because he has not seen the light for a long time, his eyelids are slightly drooping, and it is difficult for his pupils to focus. Thousands of years ago, the child with honey-colored skin and a sunny smile lost a bit of vigor and added a touch of charm.

He was only wearing a white shirt, which was loose and loose, revealing a large area of ​​his chest. This was originally Ji Wuchen's clothes, and Xia Lang could wear them very well a thousand years ago, but after a thousand years, they are actually too loose. few.

"Put on your clothes." Ji Wuchen didn't know why he suddenly remembered the scene he saw last night, and looked away unnaturally.

Xia Lang's eyes light up slightly, is Master caring about him, afraid that he will catch a cold!

But Ji Wuchen continued: "How proper is it to dress like this? This is the Shangqing Palace, not some miscellaneous place!"

Sharon's face suddenly turned pale.

It turned out that the master didn't care about him...it just felt that it was inappropriate.

The Shangqing Hall is the main hall of the Puritan religion, the supreme place in the cultivation world, those who enter naturally need to be neatly dressed, but Master has forgotten that this is not a cold main hall for him, it is home... …

He grew up here...

But Xia Lang didn't say anything, turned around and went back to the bedroom, and went to change clothes.

Looking at Xia Lang's leaving back, Ji Wuchen's eyes dimmed slightly.

In the past, he cherished this disciple so much, he brought him back from the wilderness with his own hands, raised him with his own hands, and gave him the supreme position of the first disciple of the Shangqing sect, but he didn't ask him for anything.

When Xia Lang was young, he would not open his mouth when others talked to him or fed him. He was only willing to open his mouth when Ji Wuchen came.

Because of this, Ji Wuchen, who is the head of the first sect, even fed Xia Lang himself, taught him to write, and taught him to be a human being.

The disciples sent by Shangqing are all about seven years old, and they can basically take care of their own lives. They all live in the assigned disciple room. When Ji Wuchen picked up Xia Lang, Xia Lang was still young. It is obviously unreliable to let Xia Lang live with other outer disciples, so Ji Wuchen asked someone to take a small quilt and let Xia Lang sleep in the corner of his bed.

The first word that Ji Wuchen will write with Xia Lang is: "Lang".

This word is already very complicated for young children. Xia Lang learned it all morning before he could write a complete word by himself.

"Master, what does this word mean?"

"This is your name." Ji Wuchen said: "Lang Lang Qian Kun's Lang character."

"Master hopes that you will become a man in the future, worthy of heaven and earth at the top, and worthy of the master at the bottom."

How straightforward Xia Lang promised at that time, how ridiculous the comparison with now is, Ji Wuchen never asked Xia Lang to be a genius, even though Xia Lang was very talented, Ji Wuchen never demanded him in cultivation , I just hope that he can grow up safely.

And what about Sharon?Not only did he kill the seventh prince of the Dongling King who was competing with him, but he also released the demon god Manyou who had been sealed by the Shangqing sect for thousands of years!

Thinking of what happened in the realm of comprehension these years, Ji Wuchen slightly tightened his hand holding the scroll.

No, he can no longer have any compassion for Xia Lang. Back then, under the pressure of not violating, he did not execute Xia Lang, but locked him in the Qingling Tower, which was already very lenient.

When Xia Lang changed his clothes and came out, there was already a steaming hot breakfast on the table. Ji Wuchen didn't sit in the original seat, but vacated the seat next to the table, and sat in the guest seat by himself.

Xia Lang looked at the table, there was a bowl of porridge, several delicate side dishes and snacks, and a bowl of steaming tofu nao.

The style of the dishes was exquisite, which was obviously the standard of Ji Wuchen, but Xia Lang didn't sit down for a long time.

Ji Wuchen looked at the pages of the book, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw Xia Lang standing there, and said lightly: "I am not satisfied with anything, I will ask my disciples to change it."

Since Sharan asked him to listen to him for fifteen days, he would keep his promise.

"Why...only one serving?" Sharon asked.

Ji Wuchen put down the pages of the book, looked at Xia Lang, and seemed to think that this question was very incomprehensible-do you want two portions for one person?

"Master, won't you eat with me?" Xia Lang raised his head and met Ji Wuchen's eyes: "Didn't you promise me that you would eat with me?"

Ji Wuchen originally wanted to say, when did I promise you to have dinner with you, but looking at Xia Lang's earnest eyes, he suddenly couldn't say anything.

Memories rushed to him like a flood, Ji Wuchen suddenly remembered that he had promised him, but not now, but thousands of years ago.

When Xia Lang was young, he always ate with him, and when Xia Lang grew up, he felt that Xia Lang should have more contact with peers instead of staying in the Shangqing Hall all day long, so he let Xia Lang grow up Starting from a certain day, like other disciples, I went to the outer dining hall to eat.

After several months of such days passed, one day, as soon as he returned to his main hall, he heard an unusual noise when he entered the door.

When he looked down, his heart almost missed half a beat - Xia Ran was lying on the ground, his face was flushed, his whole body was hot, and he was unconscious.

Ji Wuchen quickly hugged Xia Lang, checked his condition, and found that Xia Lang seemed to have ringworm and was having a fever.

He put Xia Ran on the bed, and used one or two small tricks to make Xia Ran not so hot all over. Seeing that the temperature on Xia Ran's body finally dropped slowly, he let out a long breath.

Coincidentally, at this time the servant boy brought breakfast, Ji Wuchen wrote a prescription for the servant boy to cook the medicine, the servant boy answered and was about to pick it up, but Ji Wuchen thought of something when he saw the servant boy .

"What did you eat yesterday?" Ji Wuchen was already very intimidating when he had no expression on his face, and now that he is in a bad mood, the waiter almost knelt down in fright: "Will it make people get ringworm?"

Xia Lang had eaten with him in the main hall for so many years before, and he had never seen him get ringworm. Why did he only eat in the dining hall for a few months, and that's it?

The waiter hurriedly said that he was wronged, and talked about yesterday's dishes. At first glance, Ji Wuchen didn't seem to have anything special, so he had to put this matter aside and wait for Xia Lang to recover before slowly investigating.

"Okay, you put the lunch box here, go and call Elder Ji." The servant boy put down the food box as if he was relieved, and took leave repeatedly.

Looking at the exquisite food box, Ji Wuchen suddenly remembered that the recent meal seems to be much better than before. I don’t know if Xia Lang will like it. After Xia Lang wakes up, you can feed him a little. Xia Lang has a high fever. It's good to be weak and have something to eat.

Just as Ji Wuchen was thinking, he heard Xia Lang on the bed groaning.

"Are you awake?" Ji Wuchen went over to test Xia Lang's situation, and found that his fever was no longer so high.

He doesn't specialize in medicine, he still needs to find a professional Elder Ji to take a look.

"Would you like something to eat?" Ji Wuchen opened the food box, and found that today's dish is porridge made of who knows what. It looks white and crystal clear like porridge, but it exudes an attractive aroma, which is just right for the present. Sharon: "Here is the porridge made by the canteen."

When Ji Wuchen talked about porridge, Xia Lang's eyes lit up, but when Ji Wuchen said that the dining hall made it, his eyes dimmed, but Ji Wuchen, who was concentrating on feeding Xia Lang porridge, did not see.

"Come, take a sip." Ji Wuchen carefully scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to Xia Lang's mouth, but Xia Lang refused to open his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Master, is this porridge delicious?"

"En?" Ji Wuchen thought that Xia Lang was playing with a child's temper, and suspected that the porridge was not good, so he tasted a spoonful first: "It is fragrant and soft, it melts in the mouth, it is top grade."

What he said was the truth, even for Ji Wuchen, who has eaten all kinds of delicacies in the cultivation world, there is nothing to be picky about this porridge.

But Xia Lang still refused to open his mouth, and continued to ask: "Master, do you think the recent meals suit your appetite?"

"It's not bad," Ji Wuchen is in no mood to discuss the food now, he can only feed Xia Lang porridge, and he replied casually: "It seems that the dining hall has changed students in the past few months, and it is more in line with my appetite than before. .”

"That's good." Xia Lang forced a smile: "Master, you don't need to feed me, I can just drink it myself."

Ji Wuchen originally wanted to refuse, but when he saw Xia Lang's eyes, he suddenly couldn't say anything.

There were too many complicated emotions in Xia Lang's eyes, Ji Wuchen didn't see through it all at once, but felt his heart skip a beat, the words of refusal came to his lips, and it became: "...then I'll hold it for you, drink it yourself , Be good, be obedient."

"it is good.