Three Burials of the Tang Dynasty with Bronze Head and Iron Arm[Comprehensive English and American]

The mage on the dining table is happily superseding the ingredients.

"All things have spirits, you don't have to love them, please don't hurt them. Put more cumin, less coriander, poor monk, bring your own bowls and chopsticks."

After reading the sutras, Sanbu happily plunged into the crispy suckling pig with an apple stuffed in his mouth, opened his mouth, and snapped two rows of sharp white teeth that shone with cold light: " Amitabha, very hungry, very hungry!"

After finishing speaking, the mage stopped being polite, let go of his hands and feet and began to eat. The sauce and bones flew together on the table.

Bajie, who was serving the bowls and chopsticks next to him, trembled for a moment, with his thin tail between his fingers tremblingly, he stopped shaking his small folding fan.

Half an hour ago, he was brought to the kitchen by Jarvis as a food reserve. After washing and rinsing, he woke up in a pressure cooker filled with side dishes and seasonings with a dazed expression.

In fact, when he woke up and found himself sleeping in a pile of vegetables, Bajie was very happy, especially the sauce on the pig's trotters smelled delicious, but he just licked a few mouthfuls to taste the taste, and the bottom of the pot started heated up...

Those who hear it are sad, and those who see it cry.

Of course, the butler Jarvis who found out that the steamed suckling pig had turned into a steamed little Zhengtai was also taken aback by him.

Fortunately, the chef did not leave any psychological shadow. After all, he had been scratching Bajie's soft and smooth belly with a boning knife for a long time 10 minutes ago. Broken small cracks.

But at this moment, the master probably has no time to pay attention to this apprentice who has been cooked in a pressure cooker for 100 years. Good relationship?"

San Zan slapped his thigh: "This one is familiar!"

That's right, as a cub control, how can there be all kinds of cute cubs around the mage!

I think back then on Xitian Road, apart from a few weeping disciples with green paint on old cucumbers and fluffy goblins who tried to sell their cuteness to survive, Sanbuy also raised a few real cubs.

Of course, when it comes to being arrogant and bad-tempered, the red boy from Huoyun Cave should be the leader.

This fat baby with a New Year's picture head, arrogant and domineering like a young Long Aotian, blocking the only way to the west with a baby voice, insisting on pushing the third burial to the ground and biting it.

With tears in his eyes, the sorcerer looked at the red boy's chubby arms and short legs. The old father gave in to the cub's voice with a fistful heart. He touched his head and pinched his face in one go, and said: " Bite, bite, whatever you like!"

After all, he "swiped" the monk's robe, and happily revealed a man's iron arm with bulging muscles and blue veins.

Hong Haier opened his mouth and bit it, knocking out three teeth.

The milk doll lost the golden doudou on the spot, and Sanbuan coaxed him all the way, and then reluctantly let the bull demon queen take the baby son back.

The mage recalled the turbulent years in the past, and couldn't help recalling the beautiful life on Xitian Road with melancholy.

——Rolling the golden poodle from Guanyin's family, roasting the red-scaled fat carp from Guanyin's family, and even eating some ginseng fruit from Zhenyuanzi, they all have to be packed and taken away for Guanyin's back.

——Now the mountain bamboo forest behind Guanyin's house is full of laid-off and re-employment goblins who Sanbuyal promised to help find a job.

"Three burials, is this the back mountain of our house or your back garden? What kind of black bear spirit and red boy, why are they stuffed here? You can just stuff a black bear. I'm missing a general guarding the mountain. It's not too bad to keep it, but you sent this black bear spirit...why is there a bear paw missing?"

The Bodhisattva with a male body and a female face was roasting the other bear's paw with kind eyes, and said sadly, "Amitabha, there is not enough food."

Hey!Good and good, let me stop here.

San Zan's scalp was numb, his face turned green, and he immediately shook off the bitter thoughts of Guanyin, the female clothing boss, in his mind.

He turned to Steve, imparting his experience, and said earnestly: "The cub is so arrogant, you listen to him not to allow this, not to allow that, but in fact all of his words are duplicity, and he can be broken by force!"

After all, the mage gave an example: "There is a great apprentice in the Sajia family named Wukong. Among the several children, he is the most thorny. It’s even said that drinking is harmful to your body... But if you grab it in your arms and lick your hair, why don’t you obediently give way to the Sa family?”

It sounds reasonable, after all, Tsundere is afraid of straight balls, cats can't do anything about canines, but...

Steve brought Tony in for a while, and little Stark was proud and awkward and good-faced, even if he was patted on the head by an idol, he would have to speak hard, let alone grab his hair in his arms.

Maybe he became angry on the spot and ran away from the door.

He looked at San Zan who bit off the bone in the middle of his elbow, and said tactfully: "I think this is like Bu Xing."

The mage froze for a moment, mobilized his memory, and recalled who the little cub Captain America wanted to please.

In this timeline, most boys regard Steve as their idol. Could it be the Iron Man in his prime, Tony Stark, who can give Captain America such a headache?

Sure enough, in the next second, Steve confirmed: "Howard's son...I mean Tony, he is very smart and very proud, not like ordinary boys."

Yes, the mage thought: ordinary boys do not have a pair of caramel-colored eyes that can make the Sa family remember the reincarnation of the ninth world.

And Steve continued to express his opinions, he held his forehead in frustration, and said helplessly: "I think I should guide him slowly and step by step, but I don't know how to start, I... I used to record There have been a lot of videos like this, but Tony seems to hate them."

The sorcerer put down the sauced elbow, wiped his mouth, and said empathetically, "Young children don't like to be taught."

Steve nodded, "He's only seven years old, after all."

Sanbu: "Huh?????"

Seven years old, so old?

The mage let out a cub-like sound.

Just think about it, a seven-year-old little Iron Man, as proud and cute as a little hedgehog, maybe with beautiful caramel eyes and brown curly hair...

Go to his Buddha's persuasion!Take him!

The old father's mage's eyes turned green, his chest was throbbing, and the soul of child control burned uncontrollably again.

He "slapped" Steve's plump chest muscles, and grinned knowingly, which once again made Captain America feel the fear of being dominated by "White Dragon Horseshoe Facing West".

"Steve, Sajia has a bold idea."

Steve's scalp was numb: "..."

Master, our country also has a complete /constitution/law!

Howard also has a set of precise /gun/methods!

"The way of body training that the Sajia took is all based on a body of copper skin and iron bones, and an invincible golden body. It really doesn't know how to use magic."

Sanbu threw away the Zen stick, looked at Steve meaningfully, and squeezed his knuckles "click, click".

After a while, he rolled up the cuffs of his monk's robe, his eyes were bright, and he said again: "However, the Sa family has a very good Taoism practice, which can be called proficient. You have seen it before, but do you remember which one?"

Steve thought about it for a moment.

Although Chen has great powers, except for his extraordinary power, it seems that he has never used any magic on the way to New York. On the contrary, his apprentice and mount are more proficient in it. If he has used any magic...

It seems that in the polar region, the mage slapped a tall girl into a three-headed loli...

Steve choked in his throat: "!!!"

Suddenly there was an ominous premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, the third burial took two mouthfuls, his tiger eyes were smiling, and he was eager to try: "Benefactor, rejuvenate, give it a try?"

Steve calmly agreed: "Master, if you have something to say, please put down the knife first, and I'll try it."

He thought: After all, only people of the same age can play well, so the mage's move must have a deep meaning, and he can't refuse it.

Captain America recalled his record of being thrown on horseback by the mage as soon as he met him, and pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty.

Not to mention Howard, even Odin couldn't save him.