Long Jiale

"You stinky Taoist priest, can't you be gentler?" Wukong Zidie, who seemed to have escaped from the palm of the Tathagata Buddha, babbled indignantly while flapping her wings desperately, staying away from the plague god Taoist priest.

It's so boring.

Dao Ling always feels annoyed when his villain complains first, why is the butterfly spirit in front of him so thick-skinned?

He pointed out coldly: "You were the one who attacked me first."

"Is that a sneak attack?" Zidie argued with Dao Ling in a tone of "how can a scholar's steal be considered stealing".

As a little goblin, a sneak attack with a natural enemy Taoist priest, how can it be considered a sneak attack?

"Obviously I'm watching you sleep here, I'm afraid you won't sleep well, that's why I... you know, my butterfly scale powder has the effect of calming sleep and calming the mind!"

"You don't want a dog to bite Lu Dongbin, you don't know a good heart." Zidie, who was a little guilty at first, talked nonsense here, and she was conquered by her own logic, as if it was really a butterfly of conscience who cared about natural enemies.

Dao Ling did not speak, a pair of sharp eyes stared at the nonsense and human-language butterfly in front of him without blinking.

Zi Die was stared at by him for a while, and the powder on her body fell down from her guilty conscience.

Its powder does have the effect of calming the nerves and nourishing sleep, however, it also has the effect of hypnotic paralysis and charm.

It is similar to the effect of the fox eyes of the nine-tailed fox, but other foxes can attack indiscriminately, and they can retract and release freely.

And he, Purple Butterfly, is scumbag.

"I'm meditating and practicing, not sleeping." Dao Ling emphasized that he was doing serious things. He closed his eyes, looking inside his body and guiding the transmission of spiritual power.

Zi Die didn't care about his explanation, "You human beings are so unreasonable. You are obviously just lazy and sleeping, and you are still talking about high-sounding reasons."

"Forget it, I know you're lazy, but I won't tell you."

"I'm leaving, then you continue to sleep, I'm going to see if there is any—" Zi Die was flapping her wings, planning to run away while fooling around.

He really had something bad in his heart just now, yesterday he saw a purple gourd magic weapon on Dao Ling's chest, and he wanted to get it here to play with it.

By the way, let's see if his butterfly slag can smoke Dao Ling down.

On this Qingbi Mountain, there is full of aura every day, which is very suitable for cultivation. Even if it is a cultivation scum, in such a full of aura, his cultivation level will unconsciously improve, and Zidie, a cultivation scum, is the same.

He has practiced for so many years, and what he can show off more than other fairies is that his original form can simulate human voices.

Fork it!

The Nine-Tailed Fox, Little White Snake, and Sparrow Essence couldn't do it yet.

Although Zidie's practice has never been on the right path, he will also strengthen his own abilities. Look, he just broke through a stage in the morning, and the scales on his wings have become more powerful.

In TV dramas, nothing can compare to his little bit of butterfly scum.

It's just a pity that his butterfly was born at an untimely time. In the era of martial arts, the butterfly dregs he dropped must be the number one drug that people in the Jianghu enthusiastically sought after.

It is much more powerful than Shixiang Ruanjin Powder.

Zidie felt a kind of loneliness as a master alone seeking defeat.

Obviously his butterfly scum is so useful, but unfortunately no one has come to test it. On this Qingbi Mountain, it is not suitable for him to charm anyone, so he can only attack the stinky Taoist priest in front of him.

However, butterfly dregs are useless to stinky Taoist priests.

Then he, a butterfly, has no choice but to continue to lie on the tree and seek defeat alone.

Zidie, who had done something bad, was about to sneak away, but she didn't expect a cloth bag to cover it in the air. Dao Ling tightened the rope around the bag mouth, and nodded in satisfaction.

I just want to teach this purple butterfly a lesson, so that he won't push his nose to his face again in the future.

Dao Ling thought so in his heart, and tightened the rope on the pocket. The cloth bag was only the size of a piece of A4 paper, and now it swelled up, as if it was full of air, and a purple butterfly was trapped in the In such a small bag, that is the best place for confinement.

And this cloth bag, it, is soundproof.

It can effectively resist the magic sound of the butterfly essence.

Dao Ling quickly tied a knot in the rope and threw it aside. In the palm of his hand, there were still some scale powder of the purple butterfly, which was the dregs that fell from the butterfly spirit. Dao Ling found a delicate Small gourd, collect the scale powder of butterfly essence and pour it into it.

After doing these things, Dao Ling crossed his legs again, laid out his clothes neatly, pinched a formula in his hand, placed it on his knees, and closed his eyes.

Please the wind blows head-on, and there is silence everywhere, only the rustling of bamboo leaves has a different rhythm, and the noisy purple butterfly can no longer be heard.

However, Dao Ling closed his eyes for less than a minute, then opened them again, looking at the cloth bag next to him that didn't move at all, as if he was thinking about the cliff, he suddenly couldn't bear it.

In fact, that stupid butterfly didn't really do anything wrong. Is it necessary to lock it in?

Dao Ling thought for three seconds, then took out a white smartphone from his collar, clicked on a video app, and found the martial arts TV series that Zidie was currently watching.

Randomly clicked on an episode to play, Dao Ling neatly stuffed the phone into the cloth bag, his movements were so fast that he didn't even hear the sound of the pre-broadcast commercial.

The cloth bag isolated the cell phone and Zidie, everything is fine now, Dao Ling thought, there is still 45 minutes until dinner time, just as the butterfly can still watch an episode of the TV series.

Zi Die was locked in the bag-like Si Guo Cliff, and was angrily cursing the bad Taoist priest who attacked Die Die, but this broken bag was so ineffective every day, it was worse than the male protagonist in Si Guo Ya. It's even more pitiful and unlucky.

At least there is still scenery to see at the bottom of the cliff, but what about a butterfly?Can only stay in this broken bag.

Just when Zidie was extremely depressed, before he could figure out how to get rid of his boring Diesheng in the cloth bag, a big brick suddenly fell from the sky, followed by a lot of noise.

It's an ad for a pesticide.

too frightening.

Zidie flew to the big brick and stopped, and then his small eyes lit up, because he saw clearly the picture on the screen, it was a martial arts TV series it was chasing.

Very good, it seems that the stinky Taoist still has a conscience.

Zidie cheered and waited to watch the drama, and after quietly waiting for the theme song to pass, he suddenly discovered a problem, because...he had already watched this episode, and it obviously saw episode No.13, and now it is playing It's episode seven.

I have already watched it, why did the stinky Taoist randomly order episodes for him?Obviously, it is very convenient to click in according to the historical viewing records!

Butterfly is so mad, the Taoist must be torturing him on purpose.

When it was meal time, Dao Ling dragged the cloth bag and headed towards the bamboo building together. Xie Yihao, who was standing at the door eating sunflower seeds, saw him and subconsciously glanced at his phone. It was exactly 12:30, not more than a second later, Not less than a second.

This Taoist priest is really obsessive-compulsive.

"Master Daoist, you have to take it easy. A group of teachers will come over in two days. Don't run around on the mountain. It will scare people to death."

Dao Ling nodded, thinking to himself, although Qingbi Mountain is good, the only flaw is that there will always be tourists who will disturb the tranquility of this place.

But since Shen Zhoucheng is the dragon vein of this mountain, it really needs the breath of ordinary people to nourish the growth of the dragon vein.

While Xie Yihao was talking to Dao Ling, Ji Xiang, who carried Xie Yihao on his back, hurriedly handed a basket to a little white snake in the corner, and then saw the little white snake disappearing into the corner with the basket of things.

The sharp-eyed Dao Ling noticed this scene.

He looked at Xie Yihao who was telling him with pity, and felt that the other party was too naive.

He Dao Ling, although he is wearing a Taoist robe that is different from ordinary people, but in essence, he is still a human being, no matter how elusive he is, he is not as scary as those real goblins.

Look, people still use little white snakes to deliver food.

Under the nose of people, this person has never been noticed, it's a pity.

Shen Zhoucheng returned home with Shen Li on his back. Grandma Shen stood in the yard and saw the two of them coming back, especially when she saw Shen Zhoucheng carrying Shen Li behind her back. She nodded very satisfied, feeling that her grandson was very considerate .

When Shen Li arrived in front of Grandma Shen, she began to be habitually well-behaved again. She honestly got off Shen Zhoucheng's back, helped Grandma Shen feed the chickens in the yard, and even picked and washed vegetables by the way. Although she did not do things neatly , but nothing terribly wrong.

When Shen Zhoucheng saw Shen Li feeding the chickens, he couldn't help but rubbed his eyebrows, and told him repeatedly: "Don't casually affect the chicken's appetite."

These poor chickens don't like a fox drooling over their meat while they're eating.

Shen Li angrily slapped Shen Zhoucheng away, and signaled with his eyes: The chickens at home are so small, of course I will feed them with good food and drink!

He is a little vixen with sustainable development ideas.

The little vixen looked at the chicken coop with some relief. After a few more months, this batch of chickens would also be his meal.

As a fox raising chickens, he is really a winner in life.

When eating at noon, Shen Li honestly picked up his chicken leg and gnawed on it. The white fox stand-in beside him was also holding a chicken leg and gnawing on it. The little stand-in couldn't eat, it was just a puppet, so the little stand-in appeared The eaten chicken is still kept in another place.

It will become Shen Li's extra meal later.

So, Shen Li not only ate the chicken himself, he also manipulated the little stand-in to eat the chicken, and the whole fox enjoyed the delicious lunch very much.

A few more little stand-ins would eat chicken together, and the little vixen said: I can!

"Grandma, I just received a call. On Teacher's Day, another teacher from Guping Junior High School is coming."

Grandma Shen nodded with a smile, "Now our village will be lively for a few more days."

"I don't know when the osmanthus tree will bloom today."