After picking up the merman junior brother, I was forced to eat soft food

Meng Ximao comforted Ah Zhuo very considerately: "I don't know what's going on, I like to think deeply, and I answer the questions very slowly, and I didn't finish the writing at all. How could I still get the first place?"

He also applied to check the answer sheet for this, and the coach said bluntly in front of him: "You really didn't finish the answer, and the overall calculation estimates, your junior brother Jiang Yuezhuo is better than you, but for some reason, I just want to rank you one."

Meng Ximao: "..."

He himself was confused.

When I went back to tell this matter that night, the master didn't take it seriously: "Aren't the first and second the same, anyway, they belong to Luoyue Peak."

It's just an assessment, so don't really care about it, but Ah Zhuo thought about it, and was startled for no reason: [Could this be the halo of the protagonist? ]

In every book, the protagonist always has his own aura. Everyone who jumps off the cliff will die, and the protagonist will not die. The treasures that are fought for to the death often fall into the arms of the protagonist...

In short, the protagonist has much better luck than the protagonist and cannon fodder, and even some luck is very unreasonable, so he just wants to hit the protagonist on the head.

[This is not good, the second senior brother has the aura of the protagonist, I will definitely not win him in the exam, I hope that I will not run into him again in the exam. ]

After several assessments, he tried to avoid being in the same group as the second senior brother, and it was somewhat effective. After a few months, he got three honor stones, and he planned to save some more to give to the senior brother.

Jing Zun also got a piece unexpectedly. He played the string music that Yu Sibai added to the Leishi Pill in the music assessment. He never forgets the string music and played it very skillfully.

As for the Demon King and Ghost King, the two of them are still at the bottom.

But in the practical courses, those fencing, fighting, and illusions, they exude a dazzling brilliance.

When the junior brother got the fourth honor stone, the head teacher was very happy. This was the fastest one for newcomers to get the honor stone. For this reason, the head teacher specially held a student ceremony to praise him, and asked him to present it in front of him. Talk about some learning experiences in front of the disciples.

Before going on stage, Jing Zun saw the little junior shivering slightly, and listened to his inner thoughts. Because of his physical disability, he seldom leaves the house. He even hired a tutor for reading or learning some hobbies. He has seen him since he was a child. There were not many people, and he was very nervous to speak in front of so many people.

Jing Zun gently tugged at his hand, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, just treat your disciples like stones."

"For potatoes?" The younger brother misheard, but he listened, "Okay."

He stood on the stage and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he tried his best to imagine the people in front of him as potatoes, big ones, small ones, round ones, and ones with long teeth.

You can’t eat long-toothed potatoes. By the way, you can’t eat potatoes if they are not cooked. The best way to eat them is to grill them and sprinkle them with cumin and chili noodles. But nowadays children often like French fries, and the chef at home But I always like to grind it into mud and mix it with fresh milk...

After the learning experience was shared, it turned into a recipe for no reason. The disciples in the audience were drowsy at first, but when they heard that they were refreshed later, they soon started drooling again.

After he finished speaking, the head teacher racked his brains and said, "Learning and cooking are indeed similar in effect, and you must be careful and careful. You must know that the heart of a craftsman is indispensable, and every profession should be like this."

On the side of the demons, Yu Sibai secretly sent the first pill to Jing Zun. He had never done it before, and he didn't know the effect. He needed to take it and see if the effect improved. Very confident.

Hu Yiqing also changed the drawing of the stray pole and sent some high-quality materials.

Jing Zun was busy with the installation, when the summoning drum of Yingxia Peak sounded, this summoning drum could only be heard by the person the head teacher was looking for, he immediately went to Yingxia Hall, there was no one else, so the head teacher only called him .

The head teacher used spiritual power to imagine the picture and asked him to go and watch it. In the picture, there was a person wearing a red robe and a black mask, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, smiling wickedly, carrying a bow on his back, and walking slowly in the deserted area. place.

Behind him, the blood of several corpses had been drained dry, and their bodies were in dilapidated condition.

Jing Zun frowned sarcasticly: "This man's figure and back..."

"It's very similar to you." The head teacher said bluntly, "I just took off the mask just now, it's just like you."

Jing Zun said: "But it's not me."

"I know." The teacher said, "But it must be related to you. You have to solve it. After the matter is completed, I... reward you with three honor stones."

"Okay, I'll go." Jing Zun looked around without thinking, "Am I going alone?"

"If you are in danger, send a signal to the mountain immediately."

"It's not this." Jing Zun had already guessed that this was the escaped painting demon painted by Yan Shuanghong. The three paintings escaped that day, and the ancient beast was restrained on the spot, but the fierce blade and his portrait did not move. At that time, everyone I didn't take it seriously, I didn't want to, it turned out that I ran to the world.

The painting demon is good at changing, but it is not too difficult to deal with. It mainly depends on what attributes the painter has added to him when he writes.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling secretly: "Yan Shuanghong, you drew a fierce beast, a fierce blade, and...me?"

what do you mean you?

"Then what are you worried about?" the teacher asked, "Afraid of being bored?"

"A little bit." He said frankly.

"Okay, I see that you have often been unlucky with Xuan Wuguangyan recently. It seems that you have a good relationship. Why don't you ask them to go together and help you."

Jing Zun was a little disgusted: "This time I went down the mountain to go out to play... No, it's a good opportunity to practice, why don't I take my junior brother there."

"Okay, your two juniors have also reached the foundation building stage, and their cultivation base is improving very quickly. You can take them down the mountain to experience some experience, and pay attention to protecting them."

"two?"

The head teacher wondered: "Otherwise, you only plan to take Meng Ximao, who is also a junior, you can't be partial..."

"Okay, okay, two." Jing Zun didn't wait to finish speaking, and compromisingly responded.

The place where painting demons cause disaster is in a border town in the south of the world. The surrounding area has just experienced a war, and it is in a state of poverty, but this town does not allow victims of disasters to enter, so it has not been affected, and it is still singing and dancing. Luo silk and satin, the buildings on both sides are also full of style.

It's just that Jing Zun looked up and saw a cloud of black air hanging over the small town, which never dispersed.

A few people found an inn to live in, and when they entered the hall, they were resplendent and resplendent. The tables and chairs were carved with camellia patterns unique to the frontier, which looked very elegant.

The store is also warm to foreign customers, the waiter and the shopkeeper are all attentive and entertaining: "Guest officer, you are here, guest officer, please come inside, guest officer, do you want to be a top player or stay in the store?"

The three of them hid their celestial attire and came to the world dressed as ordinary people. They had already eaten on the way, so they asked for a room to rest first.

They each have a room, Jing Zun just sits down, and then the little one knocks on the door: "Young master, do you want to take a bath, and the little one will boil water for you?"

He doesn't need it, the washing technique can solve it, Fang wants to refuse, but he thinks about something, and said loudly: "Come in first and help me make a pot of tea."

Xiaoer stood outside the door without moving, and continued: "Master, do you want to take a bath, and I will boil water for you?"

Jing Zun frowned, and didn't bother to drink tea: "No need."

"Okay, the little one will go down first, and you can give orders whenever you need."

But hearing the sound of footsteps, the waiter knocked on the door next door again, and said the same thing, asking other guests if they wanted to boil water.

At night, Xiao Er came to knock on the door again: "Guest officer, you want to have dinner, do you want to come down to eat or send it upstairs?"

Jing Zun just wanted to say that there is no need to eat, but he thought about something, and replied: "You can add a pot of tea for me."

The voice outside was still full of enthusiasm: "Guest officer, do you want to have dinner, will you come down to eat or send it upstairs?"

"I don't want to eat, don't send it away, just add a pot of tea to me."

"Okay, little one, I'll bring you some tea."

After a while, Xiao Er pushed the door in with a teacup in hand. He looked very young, with a small cloth hat covering his temples, with a smile on his brows: "Is there anything else you need, sir?"

"What's your name?" Jing Zun asked.

Xiaoer put down the teacup, still with a smile on his face: "Is there anything else you need, sir?"

"No need, what's your name?"

"The little one's surname is Wu. Guest officer, you can just call him Xiao Wu. If you don't need the little one, go first." He poured Jing Zun a cup of tea thoughtfully, and closed the door gently when he went out.

Jing Zun used his spiritual power to check the whereabouts of the painting demon, but the other party had very little breath. He could be in any place, hidden in books and paintings, or a little embroidery on the silk of passers-by, or a little pattern on the clothes. It was extremely complicated to find. From this point of view, it is better to let him show up by himself.

There is also the bow and arrow painted by Yan Shuanghong, which is originally a murderous blade that likes to eat resentment, and painting demons needs to maintain the human form and also absorb human souls. The two must have cooperated.

It was dusk, and the shops and shops on both sides of the town's streets were lit up in a row, like a fire at night.

The lights in the store were also turned on at the same time, Jing Zun couldn't sit still, pushed open the door, and knocked on the room next door.

Meng Ximao came out to open the door, and he led her away: "Go to the junior brother's room, I have something to tell you."

The three of them gathered in Ah Zhuo's room, and Jing Zun covered the door with a barrier: "The people here have problems, I'm going to check, you two stay in this room, no matter what happens, don't go out. "

"Eldest brother found something abnormal?" Meng Ximao asked.

Jing Zun lowered his head and held the teacup: "I'm thirsty, I want to drink first."

Ah Zhuo poured water for him: "What's going on?"

Jing Zun didn't drink the water, he said: "Look, when I don't respond to your questions normally, you will adapt accordingly, and the waiter in the shop must wait until I answer him according to the fixed words before continuing to the next one." The movement is like a machine with instructions set.”

He recounted the conversation with Xiao Er just now, then walked to the window and looked at the bright street lamps: "There are these lights, they are lit together, they are so neatly lit, there is no vacancy in any one."

"Does this mean that the local government is well managed?"

"No, it means that they are not thoughtful people." Jing Zun turned his head, "I suspect that the people in the town are being controlled by something."