Long Jiale

Teacher Sun is a big speaker. After calling out in the group, as expected, he attracted the attention of a group of people:

"There are Taoists? What do you mean? Are there Taoists on Qingbi Mountain?"

"Is it the one with the fluttering white beard? Then you must be mistaken. I know that there is an old man with a white beard in Qingquan Village. He is an old Chinese doctor. He only sells some plasters on weekdays, and he absolutely does not help people fortune-telling."

"Hey, is there still that kind of old Chinese medicine doctor here? Is Chinese medicine trustworthy?"

……

Teacher Sun saw that they were going to go over to the old Chinese doctor, and quickly added: "He is a young Taoist leader, he looks good, and he is a handsome guy."

……

The group was silent for a moment, and then boiled over:

"Oh? Where?"

"where?"

"We are going to see the Taoist priest, just come to help me calculate the grades of our class's high school entrance examination next year!"

In less than 10 minutes, Dao Ling was surrounded by a group of very enthusiastic teachers. If you want to ask Ling how he feels at this time, you can use a very pictorial sentence to describe it - just like Tang Seng in Journey to the West. The country of daughters.

The difference between him and Tang Seng is probably that he has a bald head and the other has thick black hair.

Those female teachers all looked at Dao Ling with the eyes of monkeys and orangutans. They looked at Dao Ling like a light on their backs, especially feeling their scalp numb.

"This little Taoist priest, are you really a Taoist priest?"

"How old are you? Why did you become a Taoist priest at such a young age?"

"Are you married? Can you Taoist priests get married? Do you have a girlfriend?"

……

The teachers looked at a handsome and handsome Taoist leader who suddenly appeared in the green mountains and beautiful waters. He was still wearing an elegant Taoist robe and was holding a mahogany sword in his hand. Various inquiries.

It was as if he wanted to peel off layers of skin from the opponent.

"Can tell fortune tellers..." Dao Ling reluctantly said what he was good at, and he finally understood why Xie Yihao asked him to pay more attention these few days.

If he had known earlier, he should have listened to Xie Yihao. Dao Ling regretted it now like Mrs. Xianglin.

"Foretelling? Yes, yes, can you? Can you help us calculate the rank of our class in the mid-term exam?"

"Then I will also calculate the enrollment rate."

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Dao Ling felt dizzy when he heard what they were trying to calculate. The group of female teachers probably saw him as young and handsome, so they didn't regard him as a serious Taoist priest at all, and they didn't believe that he could do fortune telling. Instead, it seems to be playing with him.

"Hey, what's the smell? It's a bit fragrant."

"Is it the smell in this sachet?"

"What? Sleep aid sachet? Is it useful? How much is it? It smells so good. Take one home and try..."

Dao Ling finally broke out of the teacher's encirclement after going through many difficulties and obstacles. After selling four or five sleep aid sachets and doing some calculations, Dao Ling escaped successfully. Even the hairband on his head was torn crooked. up.

After getting away from the crowd, a purple butterfly flew over.

After seeing the noisy purple butterfly, Dao Ling felt a strong sense of intimacy for the first time.

In the future...let's try to find a fixed place to meditate.

After Dao Ling left, the teachers still talked about him. The female teachers said he was handsome, while the male teachers were jealous of his thick hair. Zhou Jiaxin took the sachet in his hand, lowered his head and sniffed again. After a while, it is said that it can help sleep, but I don't know and it doesn't work.

He has suffered from insomnia for a long time, but he is not afraid to take it back, treating a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

After seeing the scenery in the morning, the teachers went to Wangzhulou to have breakfast. While eating breakfast, they chatted endlessly about the handsome trail leader they just met.

"Is his hair real?"

"Is this sachet really useful?"

……

But as they chatted, the topic changed again:

"This steamed bun is so delicious!"

“This dumpling is even better!”

"It's much more delicious than our school's breakfast, let the canteen chef steal this next time!"

They boasted about the cages of emotionless steamed buns made by Jixiang. These steamed buns were made by Jixiang using specific spells to manipulate the aura and follow specific procedures.

Such Xiaolongbao is soulless, just like the dishes cooked by automatic cooking machines in canteens that were searched a few days ago.

However... as long as the person who eats it doesn't know this, it is the top delicious Xiaolongbao!

As soon as the steamer was opened, the steaming hot air wafted out, and the strange aroma immediately filled the nostrils. The snow-white Xiaolongbao has a thin skin and a lot of stuffing. If you take a bite while it is hot, it will be fragrant. Soup, take a sip of the soup, the whole soul is out of the body, the soup is mixed with the dough, chewing, not greasy or dry, all the characteristics of the ingredients are perfectly blended together...

So who can say that it has no soul?

After a delicious breakfast, a group of people went to the watermelon field to pick small watermelons. Today's weather was just right, there was a little red sun in the sky, and the sun was hot on the body, but the wind in the mountains was strong, blowing away the watermelons. Dry and hot.

There are green vines in the small watermelon field, and under the large expanses of emerald green, there are small round watermelons hidden one by one. These small watermelons are considered to be the last batch, and there are not many of them. At present, there are only a few that are ripe and edible. Only a few dozen.

Shen Zhoucheng asked the teachers to pick a watermelon in two or three to try something new.

Shen Zhoucheng brought the little fox to the melon field. When he saw the green vines and the round watermelons on the ground, the little white dumpling in his arms ran into the melon field like a runaway Erha inside.

The little fox looked at this melon field very kindly.

It was a fox who watched the melon field grow up with its own eyes. In the hot weather, beautiful and sweet little watermelons grew up. At the beginning, Zhou Zhou was very stingy, and he was only allowed to eat one little watermelon every day...

Later, because he ate small watermelons every day, he hurt the little fox.

No matter how delicious something is, I can't resist eating it every day, except chicken!

However, there is a certain period of recovery after eating the injury. The little vixen who has not eaten watermelon for at least half a month saw the green and round watermelon in the field again, and the whole fox became happy and excited again.

It and its little melon are newlyweds.

The unleashed Erha fox jumped into the watermelon field, scurrying around under a few big leaves and vines. The former Shen Zhoucheng must not have allowed it to mess around with these small watermelons in the field, but this year's season It's almost over, whatever the little guy is.

The little white dumpling is fluffy and conspicuous in a green melon field. With its soft body, short and thin limbs, and a beautiful snow-white tail trailing behind, it rolls mischievously in the melon field. After the circle, he still did not forget to raise his head to take a sneak peek at Shen Zhoucheng's expression, the small black eyes were especially shining.

Shen Zhoucheng wore a beige sun hat on his head, and held a pet sun hat in his hand. He shook his head helplessly. Only at this time, that lazy, greedy fox who likes to pretend to be lame really It looks like a fox.

The little vixen has been eating watermelons for a whole summer, and has already become an expert fox in identifying watermelons. Don't look at it running around in the field, in fact, His Majesty the little fox is picking a "melon beauty" who will be lucky later.

As a melon expert fox, it feels that it will be able to pick the most delicious melon.

A snow-white ball emerged from under a big leaf, it licked its paw, the beautiful fox tail wagged, and its small black eyes looked at the two melons not far away.

The two melon beads are round and smooth, no matter in terms of their appearance or their position, they are the best. The little fox put on a very elegant and serious expression, and used his little paws to move back and forth between the two. Knock on the skin of a melon.

The melon on the left sounds sweet, and the melon on the right sounds sweet too.

Little Fox:"……"

It's a bit distressed, so it's hard to judge.

How about knocking again?

The little fox glanced back, raised his fox paw, changed the angle again, and continued tapping on the body of Gua Meiren, and then quickly ran to tap on another Gua Meiren.

This time it sounds... seems to be very sweet too?

Do you want to knock again?

Shen Zhoucheng: "..."

Let the opponent's fox paws knock it down again, can this melon be eaten?

Shen Zhoucheng walked up to the little fox, pinched its limp little body, then gently put it into his arms, and gently stroked the little guy's back. He took the little thing in his arms and walked towards the left side. The watermelon was picked directly and held with the right hand.

"Eat this, you must like it, it's sweet." Shen Zhoucheng chose the watermelon on the left. According to his understanding of the little vixen, the watermelon on the left has more juice and a sweet taste. It will like it.

The little fox laid its paws on Shen Zhoucheng's other arm, very helpless, there was no other way, the boyfriend had already made a decision without authorization, so he had to listen to him.

The one selected by Zhou Zhou must be the sweetest and most delicious.

The little white dumpling climbed onto Shen Zhoucheng's shoulder, and rubbed his head against the other's neck, expressing that he was very satisfied with it, so let's eat this.

Shen Zhoucheng smiled softly, walked out of the melon field with the little guy in his arms, sat down beside a big rock, put the little fox on the rock and squatted, took out a fruit knife, and found the right position, Cut out an oval-shaped watermelon lid.

He turned his hand and took out a small iron spoon, scooped a spoonful and fed it to the little white dumpling.

The little fox raised his head and took a bite, thinking that it was really sweet and delicious, but Hei Yingying's gaze still sneaked into the melon patch unconsciously.

Some teachers in the melon field were also picking watermelons, the little fox ate another mouthful of melons, and then watched helplessly as a female teacher in purple went towards another most delicious melon that he had picked out.

The female teacher picked the melon.

The little fox suddenly felt distressed.

At this time, a fox suddenly understood what the choice between Bai Yueguang and cinnabar mole was.

What you can't get is the most delicious.