One hundred reasons to be with the hero

In the next month, the days can be said to be dull, but also extremely busy.

The arrangement is as follows: Qiao Momu himself hastily finished washing and began to be busy feeding the little siren, instructing Xiao Xiao Wuyou to practice, and when he got tired, he went to teach the alien Chinese, and then opened a human nature education course, which was specially responsible for using "Qing x Jing" and other ancestors' books improved Cheng Xi and others to lose their conscience.

Commonly known as "Master Qiao · The Daily Life of the Nanny of the Future Villain"

fall!Can it be better?

No matter how madly he ran in his heart, Qiao Momu didn't forget one important thing.Recently, Ye Wangyue is going to set off to the world of cultivating demons, abide by the agreement, and go to the deep sea. This plot is very likely to change the fate of the protagonist, so he is going to follow and get some benefits along the way.

Furthermore.

What the hell, if he continues to work as a nanny like this, he will go crazy. In the folk books, he is an elder of the school, shouldn't the normal route setting be full of B grids.For example, what is spotless, what is cold like snow, not involved in the mortal world, and so on.

You cried and told me that the stories in fairy tales are all lies...

Ever since, he planned to do things for experience, to go on a journey of cultivating demons.

In the scorching summer, when the slightly drunken breeze blows on people's faces, there is always an urge to feel drowsy.Qiao Momu changed into a plain white gown, and with the folding fan slowly swaying in front of him, it really gave people the illusion of "Yan Ruyu on Moshang".

This Mr. Pianpian walked on flat shoes, without hurrying, holding a fan in one hand and a bag of good Longjing tea in the other. Under the nervous and defensive eyes of many disciples of Bai Ziye, he stopped in front of the courtyard gate.

The younger brother who stopped him unconsciously touched the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat: "I don't know what you can do with Master Qiao coming here."

Qiao Momu lifted the bag very naturally, and smiled lightly: "I'm showing courtesy to your master, what else can I do."

That's right, being a human being should be simple and rude.

Facing such an unusually kind master, the disciple blocking the way was full of shit, but he still held back his stunned expression, and withdrew his hand: "Master Qiao, please come in."

Qiao Momu had such a gentlemanly demeanor, he pushed the door open and entered, but was caught by a sudden sword light, and in the next second, the tip of the sword that was condensed with cold light would stab straight into Qiao Momu Throat, at this moment is firmly still in the air.Bai Ziye sat in front of the table, his gaze followed Xie Hancheng who was wielding the sword slowly.

Qiao Momu was not in a hurry, sweat was still clenched in his palms, and he smiled softly: "The visitor is a guest, not an enemy. Brother Xie is too sensitive."

Xie Hancheng withdrew his sword and snorted coldly: "Guests are more sinister than enemies."

I'm afraid you'll never see that vicious person again.Qiao Momu shook his head helplessly, sincerely carried the bag, put away the folding fan, and said, "Here, the best Longjing."

Bai Ziye stared at the tea leaves, silent.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous. It's just my brother's care." Qiao Momu stepped forward and placed Longjing in front of him, "The dossiers that Pai Li went out to take his disciples to practice are collected and approved by you, I think Go out for a while."

Bai Ziye smiled resolutely and said, "No way. You didn't cause trouble when you went down the mountain, and I don't bother to clean up the mess."

Qiao Momu spread his hands, showing an innocent expression: "Junior brother misunderstood, I really went to take my disciples to practice. I think you two have heard the rumors in the sect these days. I really want to train disciples."

Elder Qiao, who always liked to be domineering and scornful, suddenly began to manage his disciples and took good care of them. If no one talked about this weird development and gossiped it into a Gongdou book, I would be sorry for the ordinary cultivation of immortals. A disciple of the Yin Cang Sect who wentssips in his spare time during his life.

Qiao Momu said that the legendary rumors about his Gongdou that he had overheard were also fucked up.

Xie Hancheng put his sword back into its sheath, and smiled contemptuously: "It can't be seen through just on the surface, it needs to be investigated."

Bai Ziye answered the words tacitly: "But I can give you a chance."

*

Moon black, jet black.

The wind is high and light.

The bright moon is shining brightly, and the galaxy is shining brightly.

Qiao Momu led Xiao Wuyou, and finally rushed to the county seat closest to the foot of the mountain when the sky was dark.He originally planned to keep his white jade chessboard, purple sand teapot, and several rare books of ink and wash appreciation and mountain paintings of famous masters with him in a reserved manner. In life, as soon as the carriages and horses were prepared, they were split into pieces by Bai Ziye's sword. The culprit was still grandiose, with a righteous face on his face, and sneered:

"Are you taking your disciples to practice or are you happy on your own? Hypocritical."

Without further ado, he threw six bags of silver taels to Qiao Momu, along with a crystal girdle that could hold small items, and left with a sword full of merit and fame.

The spar is inlaid in the unicorn mouth carved in the center of the girdle. The surrounding patterns are smooth and the ancient charm is thick. In addition to the spar, it does have the temperament of a nobleman in the world.

Qiao Momu specially picked out a white robe embroidered with black dragons, and with this ancient brown girdle, he was almost moved to tears by Bai Ziye's gift.So after arriving at the county seat, the first thing you need to do is to ask passers-by where is the best inn, then book the best guest room, order the best wine and food, and get your wish.

Originally, he planned to have a room for one person. A 14-year-old boy, he understands everything he should know, and he will soon understand if he shouldn’t, so he doesn’t have to worry about any troubles. The master's...dependence.

For example just now——

Qiao Momu: "Two first-class guest rooms, I want the best and most expensive wine, meat and desserts to be delivered upstairs."

Xiao Wuyou's face suddenly changed slightly: "Master and disciple are going to sleep separately?"

"..." Qiao Momu lightly raised his hand, touched Xiao Wuyou's straight black hair, confused: "Otherwise."

Xiao Wuyou paused, his left hand clenched Qiao Momu's wrist very quickly, and in a muffled voice, as if he had been wronged by the sky, he choked out: "But this disciple...doesn't want to be separated from Master..."

Qiao Momu: "..."

Immediately, he was hit knowingly by Xiao Wuyou's indescribable (...) expression!

Therefore, in order to show the majesty of being a teacher, Qiao Momu naturally changed his words, and said leisurely: "Then don't need two rooms, one room will do."

The two men are just sleeping, some have both and some don't. As the saying goes, a man and a woman cannot kiss each other, and there is no spark between a man and a man to rub against.Besides, he was just sharing the bed with his apprentice, so why not.

Thinking of this, Qiao Momu happily went downstairs to listen to the ditty.

The windows are full of red candles, the summer night is slightly cool, and there are only a few people on the road in the county town, and it looks peaceful and quiet.The best inn in this county is a different scene. In order to help the guests enjoy themselves, the shop specially invited a luthier. In the middle of the first floor, a gentle woman, with gauze covering her face, slender hands, her skin like white jade, is concentrating on stroking the strings , all the sounds of the world are lingering and touching, flowing on the square wooden beams, winning a lot of applause from the surroundings.

After hearing this, Qiao Momu felt sleepy, and when he went back to the room, he found that there were still several altars of fine wine that he hadn't touched.He picked up a small altar, brought it close to his nose, and put it back with a murmur.

Xiao Wuyou, who was helping Qiao Momu with a bowl of wine, asked beside him, "Master, don't you want to drink?"

Qiao Momu walked around the bed, undressed and sat down lazily: "Don't drink, so as not to get drunk later. Oh yes, do you sleep inside or outside?"

When it came to the question of going to bed, Xiao Wuyou immediately put down the bowl happily, and strode happily to Xiao Wuyou's side: "Master has the final say."

Qiao Momu rolled over on the bed neatly, and turned his head to his right: "Then you sleep inside."

Xiao Wuyou carefully rolled onto the bed, resting his head on Qiao Momu's neck, without saying a word, just leaning quietly.

In order to eliminate the heat, the bed was specially laid with bamboo mats.Qiao Momu slept with his head covered until midnight.

right.He fell asleep until midnight, when he was awakened by a slight and strange sound.

The sound was not loud, but it was not insignificant. If it was someone who was sensitive in the middle of the night, he might have been woken up already.

"Guga...boom...cluck..."

It seems to be human footsteps, but it looks like something is breaking, deforming, and dragging forward. For example... the human skeleton is pulled, compressed, stretched, and broken in the body, so it is mixed with low cries, mixed with A piece of bone knocked on the floor, wrapped in inhuman growls, intertwined, gloomy and sinister.

Qiao Momu thought it was an auditory hallucination at first, turned over, but suddenly froze in the middle of the body movements.

He squinted his eyes, amplifying his auditory senses all over his body as much as possible.

The sound is getting closer.

Koshirai.

the closer.

The sound stopped abruptly at the door, and the whole world seemed to have returned to dead silence.

Qiao Momu's heart flew up to his throat, his nerves tensed into a line, his left leg moved slightly, and his right hand clenched into a fist.

coming.

I saw a few wisps of black air slowly seeping out from the crack of the door, rolling, deforming, turning into a pool of dirty mud, flowing along the door into the house, the low crying, weird sound, like a stabbing pain in an instant. The empty sharp blade was magnified several times viciously, with a low cry of despair.