A Guide to Feeding the Master of Time Traveling

Unexpectedly, Ruan Sili said that she was going to get married and was about to get married.

But obviously, this is not the focus of his concern at this moment.

"Guardian right..." Ruan Sili blinked, I married the leader, will I receive a lot of red envelopes? "

Peng Jiu's mouth twitched: "That's natural."

"Oh," Ruan Siri nodded in satisfaction.

After a while, he asked worriedly again: "Guardian Right, when I get married to the leader, will I have a banquet for Wulin Zhengdao?"

Peng Jiu's mouth twitched again: "We naturally disdain to be with those hypocrites."

"Oh," Ruan Sili nodded in satisfaction again, "That's good, then I don't have to worry about someone taking the opportunity to eradicate the Demon Cult."

Peng Jiuling: "..."

"Holy Son," Peng Jiulu said seriously, "Actually, you can rest assured that our Demon Cult is rich."

Ruan Siri looked puzzled.

Peng Jiuling continued: "We also have the ability to protect you."

Ruan Siri's eyes became even more puzzled.

"You Guardian, why are you talking about this?" Ruan Sili said, "I didn't marry the leader because the devil was rich and you could protect me... No, I didn't marry him, I just got married."

Peng Jiuyu was very moved: "Holy Son, I blamed you."

Ruan Sili went on to say: "We got married because if we didn't get married, I would be hacked to death by the right way of martial arts."

……

Peng Jiuling was very angry, "Return my touch!"

Ruan Sili showed an innocent expression: "Blame me."

Peng Jiuyu felt that he was hurt by Ruan Sili, and he walked out of Ruan Sili's room very hurt.

On the way back to his room, he passed by Huang Ronglu's room. Out of the mentality that if someone abused him, he would come back from being abused by others, he decided to visit Huang Ronglu.

Huang Ronglu closed his eyes and sat under a big tree in his yard. There was a qin under the tree and incense was still burning on the qin table.

"What are you doing?" Peng Jiuyu asked in surprise, "You are playing the piano? Don't you know the rhythm?"

Huang Ronglu opened his eyes and shook his head, "I'm Wuqin."

Peng Jiuyu was even more surprised: "Wuqin? I only heard about your Wujian, where did Wuqin come from?"

Huang Ronglu said sternly: "The Dao of the Holy Son, the Dao of Joy and the Dao of Sword are the same."

When Peng Jiuyu heard that it was related to the Holy Son again, the corners of his mouth twitched again: "...What did the Holy Son tell you?"

"Many years ago, I asked the leader about swordsmanship. The leader said, something is created out of nothing, and nothing is created out of something. son."

Peng Jiuyu's eyelids jumped up: "...and then?"

"Sheng Zidao, what the leader means is that the way of swordsmanship is realized from nothing. If it stagnates in the previous swordsmanship, the swordsmanship will only stagnate."

……

Peng Jiulu nodded: "I didn't expect Shengzi to be quite right this time...but what does this have to do with you Wuqin."

Huang Ronglu said: "Look at my move first."

As he said that, he took out the sword that was on the side, and danced with such exquisite moves that Peng Jiuling couldn't help being a little stunned.

"This is the new move you realized?" Peng Jiuyu clapped his hands and praised, "It's really ingenious."

Huang Ronglu was praised by his sweetheart, and his face turned a little red, "It's all thanks to the Holy Son. Before, I thought that the Holy Son had nothing special but his face. I didn't expect that I made a mistake in judgment."

Peng Jiu supported his forehead: "No... I don't think your previous judgment was wrong."

"And a few days ago, the leader said that you might like someone who knows the rhythm and can play the piano with you, so I decided to learn the piano."

"The leader actually said that..." Peng Jiuyu blushed, "I was talking about this topic with the Son just now."

"No," Peng Jiuyu shook his head, "So what does this have to do with you sitting here Wuqin?"

Huang Ronglu took a deep look at Peng Jiuling.

"Swordsmanship can be comprehended, and Qin Dao can naturally be comprehended..."

Peng Jiuyu: "...can you be more clear?"

Huang Ronglu lowered his eyes: "I don't know how to play the zither, but if I understand the qin, maybe I can realize it."

Peng Jiuling: "...You mean, you don't know how to play the piano, but you think you can just sit here and light an incense stick."

Huang Ronglu nodded, and said: "The Holy Son's original words are: Let me visualize quietly under Bodhi."

...You don't know that the Holy Son is sick!

"So the Holy Son taught you to do this?" Peng Jiuling sighed, "Rong Lu, you don't have to be like this..."

Huang Ronglu looked at him fixedly, his eyes burning: "But you like it."

Peng Jiuyu looked away: "Do you have to keep changing what I like?"

Huang Ronglu nodded.

Peng Jiu's eyes were red, "You don't have to do this..."

Huang Ronglu looked at him with extremely disappointed eyes.

Peng Jiulu mustered up the courage to say, you don't need to change, I like you no matter what.

But before he could say it, Huang Ronglu had already turned around and left.

"Rong Lu..." Peng Jiuyu felt that his eyes were getting wet.

"Go after him." A chilly voice behind him suddenly said.

Peng Jiu Ling was taken aback, and he was relieved when he saw the person behind him clearly.

"Holy Son... why are you here?" Peng Jiuyu lowered his eyes, "You heard everything."

"Oh," Ruan Sili picked out his ears, "Not all of them."

Peng Jiu Ling: "..."

Ruan Sili continued: "That's what I heard when you asked Guardian Zuo what he was doing."

Peng Jiu Ling: "..."

"Forget it," Peng Jiuling sighed, turned around and left, "It's okay even if you heard it."

"No, no, no," Ruan Sili hurriedly held Peng Jiuyu, "How can you say no, Zuo Hufa can go to practice piano for you, can't you keep him for Zuo Hufa?"

Peng Jiu's face turned red: "Why should I keep him?"

Ruan Sili smacked his lips: "You know what to ask."

Peng Jiuling was silent for a moment, then turned around and left the yard, "I'll think about it."

"Ouch, right protector," Ruan Sili quickly grabbed Peng Jiuyu, "What else are you thinking about, I'm married to the leader, don't you want to have a double happiness?"

Peng Jiulu's eyes widened: "What! Double happiness...? Son, what do you mean?"

Ruan Sili nodded: "When I married the leader, you and Zuo Hufa also got married."

Peng Jiu Ling was obviously frightened: "I... Rong Lu and I are both men..."

Ruan Sili lowered his face: "Aren't the leader and I male?"

Peng Jiu frowned, his white lotus face was looking like weeping, making it even more white.

Ruan Sili patted Peng Jiuyu on the shoulder, "You have to rush forward for love, right protector."

Peng Jiu Ling: "..."

The right guardian did not rush, but a husky rushed in.

Ruan Sili called out affectionately: "Master Jun!"

The husky ignored Ruan Siri, but threw himself directly into Peng Jiuyu's arms.

Peng Jiulu rubbed his neck against the husky, and said affectionately, "Little Huang."

Ruan Siri: "..."

"Guardian right, is this your dog Xiao Huang?" Ruan Sili said very seriously.

Peng Jiuyu nodded solemnly: "This variety does not grow in the Central Plains, it is a gift from a foreign friend."

Fuck, why are they international friends again!May I ask the author if this article is really from the ancient Danmei channel and should not be assigned to the modern Danmei channel? !

"That's not what I meant," Ruan Siri held his forehead, "Your dog is black and white, why is it called Xiao Huang?"

Peng Jiu Ling said seriously: "Why can't it be called Xiaohuang when it's black and white? Xiaohuang is just a name. It doesn't mean that if the color of Xiaohuang is not yellow, I can't call it Xiaohuang. On the contrary, if the color of Xiaohuang is really yellow. I probably won't call it Xiao Huang anymore."

"Stop!" Ruan Sili stretched out his hand to stop Peng Jiuyu, "Stop talking, I'm about to be fainted by you."

Peng Jiuling stroked Xiao Huang who was nestled in his arms, she really looked like the empress dowager stroking the cat in her arms.

"You call it that, does Guardian Zuo know?" Ruan Sili asked.

Peng Jiuling frowned: "Why does he want to know? So what if he knows."

Ruan Sili was almost dying of anxiety, he jumped up and shouted: "You are not a white lotus, you are a proud protector!"

"What's that?" Peng Jiuhui was at a loss.

"I didn't say that," Ruan Sili waved his hand, "However, if the person you like is not tied tightly, he will run away."

Peng Jiu Ling frowned and said sadly: "He has already run away."

Fuck it's wrong, this style of painting is wrong, what about the style of writing that was agreed to be happy and complaining, what's going on with this urban romance drama style of painting!

Ruan Sili shouldered the heavy burden of saving the painting style of this article. He patted Peng Jiuyu and said: "You go after it. As the saying goes, women chase men, separate layers of yarn, men chase women, across mountains..."

Peng Jiuling said blankly: "We are all men..."

"Cough cough, I'm sorry, I forgot seeing you look so cute." Ruan Sili said with a straight face, "Men chase men, separated by a chrysanthemum."

Peng Jiulu became even more confused: "Holy Son, I know what you mean by women chasing men and men chasing women, but what does it mean that men chase men across the chrysanthemum?"

Ruan Sili smiled wretchedly, "Come here with your right ear, I'll tell you what chrysanthemum means."

Peng Jiu Ling really passed by...

Then...he was opened the door to a new world.

"Do you really want to do this?" Finally, Peng Jiu asked with a red face.

Ruan Sili nodded calmly, and patted Peng Jiuyu on the shoulder, "Anyway, sooner or later you will be a guardian of the left law. If you can't say it, you will do it. Anyway, you will do it sooner or later. If you don't do it now, you will be left behind." The Dharma protector did it with others."

Peng Jiu's face turned red, "Holy Son, you..."

Ruan Sili continued to carry out ideological education: "Men, no matter what you love or not, if you do it, you will love it."

Peng Jiuling showed a puzzled look.

"Don't be confused, right protector," Ruan Sili patted Peng Jiuyu's shoulder as if understanding, "Love, you have to do it."

"Holy Son," Peng Jiuyu asked a little embarrassedly, "You and the leader... have done it too?"

Ruan Sili didn't come up in one breath, and almost choked to death on his own saliva.

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