All Immortal Sect Forced Me to Change Dao Couple[Transmigration Book]

"Boss, help me wrap up Zhu Yan's clay puppets."

"Okay, Daoist, wait a moment."

Jing Zhou dutifully took out his wallet and paid the money conscientiously.

He watched the peddler busy wrapping Zhu Yan clay puppets, and saw the young man waiting peacefully, he hesitated to speak, scratched his head and finally couldn't help but say: "Xi'er, you..."

The boy regained consciousness in a trance, not knowing why: "What?"

"It's okay..." Jing Zhou caught the package handed over by the peddler, "If this can relieve your anger, you can buy more, there is plenty of money."

He took it for granted that the young man bought back Zhu Yan's clay doll, who had a vengeance against his father, to smash it to vent his anger.

The young man was stunned for a moment, understood what Jing Zhou was referring to, and then smiled: "Okay, then I'm not welcome."

As he said that, he went to the porcelain doll stall next door and bought all the dolls related to Zhu Yan.Not only that, but he bought almost everything around Zhu Yan in the whole street.

Jing Zhou was carrying dozens of catties of moon cakes in one hand and hundreds of dolls in the other, and the money bag hanging around his waist was empty.

He made a fuss silently in his heart.

But when he saw that his favorability had silently increased by 10 points, everything was fine.

Qi Wusuo, who also carried large and small bags of spices, came over: "Master, what's wrong with him? Why did you suddenly buy so many Zhu Yan dolls?"

Jing Zhou shrugged: "Who knows? Buy it to vent your anger."

Qi Wusuo was slightly surprised: "Master, you don't care?"

After all, this is white money...

Jing Zhou smiled indifferently: "What do you care? It's not that you can't afford it, so let him be happy."

Hearing this, Qi Wusuo opened his mouth, and finally only smiled faintly: "That's right."

Afterwards, Jing Zhou went to the market and inquired about it, and finally learned that there is now a wave of fanatical worship of "Zhu Yan" among the people. Because he is cute and lovable, many unknowing people mistakenly regard the black hole-like beast Zhu Yan as a mascot , the painter used Zhu Yan's appearance in the painting, and the craftsmen used it as a decoration to paint the girl's daily accessories, but the sales volume was particularly good when it was associated with Zhu Yan, and even built a Zhu Yan temple to enshrine incense and food...

Jing Zhou felt sincerely that even though he had traveled from this world to the world of books, the law of looking at faces has not changed at all.

Sure enough, no matter what kind of decent villain he is, good looks are enough.

After returning to Haitangwu, instead of smashing the dolls all over the room to calm down, the boy carefully wiped all the dolls with a silk cloth, and put them lightly into the storage box. Jing Zhou looked puzzled. Seeing the young man busy, the young man took the time to glance at him: "Brother Zhou, if you have nothing to do, will you help me tidy up?"

"No... You didn't buy it just to smash it...?" Jing Zhou really couldn't understand this time, what does the little bastard mean by buying the goods that killed his father and enemy and kept them at home?

The young man raised the corners of his lips imperceptibly, and tilted his head appropriately: "Did I say that?"

After a pause, he continued: "I'm not stupid, why bother? Waste money."

"But Zhu Yan is..."

"Killing the father and the enemy, right? That's not good. Put it around and stare at me every day, so I can spur myself to recover quickly and kill the enemy with my own hands."

Jing Zhou pondered for a moment, then nodded, what he said was so reasonable that he almost believed his evil.

...Just let him do it, as long as it doesn't affect your favorability, so he also rolled up his sleeve to help wipe the doll...

After working for half a day, the young man went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, Qi Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu Wuwu wanted to help, but was kicked out by the young man.

Ever since the boy took over Xuanji Mountain's catering, the kitchen has almost become a forbidden area for the three masters and apprentices.

The young man was nimble, and the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet was ready in less than an hour.

Crab yellow tofu, ginger duck, steamed sea bass, sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root, garlic water spinach, bamboo shoot stewed chicken, a table was set up in the yard of Haitangwu and glazed lamps were set up, and the five dishes and one soup were served lively and warm. The begonia wine that had been in the wine cellar for decades, the three masters and apprentices and the new Taoist leader ate and drank, the immortal way does not pay attention to secular festivals, Xuanji Mountain used to be nothing more than these fragmented festivals of the human world, now it is so busy , It all depends on Jing Zhou's happiness.

But in the eyes of the two apprentices, they don't know whether they are really happy because of the master, or the master is trying to make the master happy.

The young man was uncharacteristically tonight, stopped after eating a few chopsticks, and looked preoccupied.Jing Zhou had a big appetite as usual, and not only did he blow up the dishes, but there was not even a single grain of rice left in the pot. Even so, Jing Zhou was half full after eating.

The two apprentices were surprised at the master's increased appetite at first, but they gradually got used to it. The young man would add a handful of rice every time he cooked, but it was a bottomless pit for him to eat as much as he added. simply gave up——

"How much I cook and how much you eat depends on my mood."

Jing Zhou hmm, hmm, naturally he has no complaints.Compared with half a year without a grain of rice, I am so happy that I can soar.

After the meal, Qi Wusuo brought moon cakes, each of the baked golden and soft cakes was cut into four pieces, neatly placed on a white porcelain plate, very attractive.

Qi Wusuo was obedient and made tea for everyone: "There are bean paste, sesame seeds, lotus seed paste, egg yolk, five kernels, and crispy meat. Master and wife choose first, and my junior brother and I will eat."

Jing Zhou glanced at the young man first, and the young man said softly, "Eat first, I'm tired."

After saying that, the boy got up and left the table.

After the bedroom door was closed, Qi Wusuo lowered his voice and asked curiously: "Master, did you make Master unhappy?"

Jing Zhou thought about it, and slowly shook his head. He checked the favorability system, and there was no sign of a drop in favorability.

Qi Wuwu picked up a piece of bean curd mooncake, and frowned while chewing it. Obviously, he was too sweet. He took a sip of tea and said, "Perhaps, my wife can't wait to read the script."

Jing Zhou and Qi Wushou were both taken aback for a moment, and then they gradually recalled the little yellow essay about the lingering story of Sect Master Jing and the Third Young Master Yu. Jing Zhou held his forehead, and Qi Wushou covered his face, saying in unison: "Eating can't stop you!" your mouth?"

"Oh," Qi Wuwu stuffed another piece of mooncake into his mouth expressionlessly, and frowned in disgust, "It's too sweet."

Sure enough, compared to eating moon cakes and admiring the moon, the script is still more beautiful.

……

After Qi Wuwu watched and Yu Ci left, Jing Zhou was also absent-minded, so he forced Qi Wuwu to stand up and leave.

Jing Zhou subconsciously put the mooncakes in his mouth, and he felt sick for a while, then he remembered that the mooncakes were bought, not made by his daughter-in-law, so he couldn't eat them.

Pack it up and give it to your wife, don't waste it.

At that time, the light in the bedroom had already been turned off, Jing Zhou pushed the door lightly, saw no one was on the couch by the moonlight, looked around again, and his heart sank: "Xi'er?"

No one responded.

He turned to go out, and before he stepped out of the threshold, he heard a sloppy response: "Here."

Jing Zhou walked to the yard following the sound, looked up, and at some point the boy climbed onto the eaves and sat on the tiles to watch the moon.

Jing Zhou breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled: "What are you doing?"

"Look at the moon." The boy replied casually.

"When you look at the moon, you just look at the moon. What are you doing climbing so high?"

The young man finally lowered his head and took a look at Jing Zhou: "It's different, come up and have a look?"

Now that he got the invitation, Jing Zhou would not be polite, he turned up on the roof, sat not far from the young man, followed the other party's line of sight and looked at the full moon: "Do you have something on your mind?"

The boy still said in the same neutral tone: "Yes."

Jing Zhou also imitated him and said casually: "You miss home?"

The boy smiled: "Isn't this home?"

Jing Zhou curled his lips and nodded: "Is that missing your old friend?"

The young man raised his eyebrows, knowingly asked: "Brother Zhou said, who is it?"

Jing Zhou took out the crabapple wine he had just filled from the storage ring, warmed it with spiritual power, and handed it to the young man: "The old man who gave you the word."

The air was silent for a moment.

The boy took the wine cup and took a sip: "Brother Zhou still remembers."

"Cheng Ri Xi'er Xi'er called, can I forget?" Jing Zhou pretended to be jealous and wronged, "I, I mind."

The young man drank the wine slowly, his sickly body was too strong to drink, but at the moment the moonlight was clear, he didn't drink it completely, and the cup was full of this disgusting face, which made his temples ache.

He put down the wine cup, turned his head to look at Jing Zhou, and smiled: "Let's say less about such things. If you say too much, I will really believe it."