Article 26

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Xue Mengmeng: It seems that there is nothing wrong.

Mo feeds the fish: Then let me ask you, have you seen the huáng sang who is cultivating immortals?

Xue Mengmeng (dumbly): (⊙o⊙)...Uh...this...

Ink feeds the fish: I can't remember, let me remind you, what is the name of Emperor Jiajing's Taoist name?

Xue Mengmeng: ? ? ? This person is not in the same dimension as us, and the Master has never taught it.

Ink feeds the fish: That cousin is here to teach you, they are called Taishang Daluo Tianxian Ziji Longevity Shengzhi Zhaolingtong Sanyuanzheng Yingyuxu in charge of Wulei Dazheng Xuandu Emperor Wanshou.

Xue Mengmeng: ...

Mo feeds the fish: (smiling) People are so envious, and they also want to ask Taishang Daluo Tianxian Ziji Changsheng Shengzhi Zhaolingtong Sanyuanzheng Ying Yuxu the head of Wulei Dazhen Xuandu Realm Step Immortal Emperor Jun Mo to feed the fish.

Xue Mengmeng: ...you go away, I don't know you.

Mo feeds the fish (rolls his eyes): Hehe, is it only necessary for emperors to cultivate immortals, and Taoist priests are not allowed to be kings?

Comes with character stickers.

Ink burns.

Word: Feed the fish.

Posthumous title: Taishang big radish, heavenly immortal, gay guy, Zi Changsheng, Shengzhi Zhaoling, stabbed the master, the master of the eight attacking dramas, the master of five thunders, smashed the top, made people stinky, shameless realm, stepped on the immortal emperor.

Occupation: Emperor (dead)

Social Landscape: Illiteracy

Current Favorite: Teacher

Favorite food: (manually crossed out) Chu Wanning (manually crossed out) Long Chaoshou

Dislike: to be hated

Height: 186 before death. After rebirth, this seat is a young man, and he has not yet grown up. Why should he make it public, he is angry.

There have been no updates for a few days, and a bunch of small theaters have been repaired, and they have run away.

Chapter 10

Fortunately, the "mouth punishment" that Mo Ran played by himself was not completely heard by Chu nightning. After talking nonsense, reluctantly let him fool the past.

When I returned to my bedtime, it was very late. The ink burned and slept, and went to the morning repair as usual the next day. After the morning repair, it was his favorite thing in the morning: too early.

Meng Po Tang, the place for breakfast, gradually became more crowded with the disbandment of Morning Cultivation.

The ink burned on the opposite side of the teacher, Xue Meng came late, and the position around the teacher was occupied by others. He had to be sullen and reluctantly took his own breakfast and sat next to the ink.

If the ink burns to tell the most wonderful thing about the mind of life and death, he will definitely say: this door does not need to be fasted.

Unlike many sects in the world of higher cultivation, the top of life and death has its own way of cultivation, and there is no need to fast if you do not stop eating meat and fish, so the food in the sect has always been abundant.

The ink burned with a bowl of spicy and fragrant oil tea, along the edge of the peanuts and beans, and a plate of crispy fried buns in front of him, which was specially called for the teacher.

Xue Meng squinted and looked at the ink burning, quite mocking: "Ink burning, I didn't expect you to be able to stand out when you entered the red lotus hell. It's amazing."

The ink burned his head and didn't lift his head: "Then you don't look at who I am."

"Who are you?" Xue Meng sneered, "Master didn't discount your legs, you are crazy and don't know which onion you are?"

"Oh, I'm onion, so what are you?"

Xue Meng sneered: "I am the chief disciple of the master."

"Did you seal it yourself? Hey, I suggest you go to the master to get a seal, frame it and hang it on the wall as an offering, otherwise you won't be able to live up to the title of chief disciple."

With a click, Xue Meng broke the chopsticks.

The teacher was hurriedly beside him and things: "Don't be noisy, let's eat quickly."

Xue Meng: "...Huh."

The ink burned and smiled and learned from him: "Huh."

Xue Meng angered the crown and slammed the table: "You are bold!"

When the teacher saw that the situation was not good, he quickly pulled Xue Meng: "Young Master, so many people are watching, let's eat, don't argue."

These two characters do not match, although they are cousins, but they meet when they meet. After the teacher persuaded Xue Meng, they were bitterly sandwiched in the middle to ease the atmosphere and talk on both sides.

After a while, I asked Xue Meng: "Young Master, when will the cat that Mrs. raises give birth to?"

Xue Meng replied: "Oh, you said Ali? My mother made a mistake, it is not pregnant, it is eating too much, it looks like a big belly."

Teacher: "..."

After a while, I asked Mo Ran: "A Ran, do you still want to go to the master to work today?"

"It shouldn't be used anymore. Everything that needs to be sorted out. I'll copy the rules for you today."

The teacher smiled and said: "Why do you still have time to help me? You still have to copy a hundred times yourself."

Xue Meng raised his eyebrows and looked at the teacher who had always kept his own feet in surprise: "Why do you have to copy the rules?"

The teacher's face was embarrassed, and he didn't have time to speak. Suddenly, the buzzing chatter in the dining hall suddenly fell silent. The three of them turned around and saw that Chu Wanning's white clothes fluttered into Meng Potang, and walked to the kitchen cabinet with no expression, and began to pick out snacks.

In the dining hall where more than a thousand people ate, there was one more Chu Wanning, and suddenly it was as quiet as the cemetery. The disciples were all smothering their heads, and even if they wanted to talk about it, they all said it very lightly.

The teacher sighed softly, looking at Chu Wanning holding the tray, sitting in the corner where he would sit as usual, drinking porridge silently, and couldn't help saying: "Actually, I think the master is sometimes very tall. pitiful."

Mo Ran raised his eyes: "How do you say?"

"Look, he's sitting

No one else dared to approach the place. When he came, no one dared to speak aloud. It was fine when the Lord was there before, but when the Lord was not there, he didn't even have anyone to talk to. Isn't he lonely? "

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