Deng Chanyu often said that Daji was smart, but this was really not a compliment.
Daji knew that her opportunity had come, and immediately said: "Okay, old lady, I can make soup when I'm at home, but Ayu doesn't seem to like drinking it, and always says that the soup I make is too bland... "
When it comes to making soup, Daji is indeed an expert. In the past two years, she has been trained by Lengxiang Pills, Jade Di Who's Home Listening to Luomei and other messy things.
The more complicated something is, the more she can calm down and study it.
Deng Chanyu needed to grind a big iron rod on a stone for two days to "DuangDuang" her heart to calm down, while Daji only needed a cup of tea to enter a state of complete concentration, which was considered a talent of hers.
Po Meng was like an ordinary old woman, sitting on a broken stool next to her, giving her some pointers from time to time, correcting her mistakes in technique and cooking.
Every time Daji made a pot of soup, a gust of wind would blow by and take the pot and soup away.
After a quarter of an hour, the pot would be returned and she would continue to cook.
At first, Mrs. Meng gave some advice, but later she just fell asleep aside.
When Daji started to cook the ninth pot of soup, the old woman opened her eyes.
"Little girl, you are already dead, do you know this?"
Daji made the soup without any pause: "I know, old lady, I've known it for a long time. Just die. This is your fate."
Po Meng smiled, her face was wrinkled, and half of the teeth in her mouth were missing.
"What if the old woman says that you were killed by a gangster before your life was over?"
Daji paused and put the rice spoon stained with green soup aside. After thinking about it seriously, she said: "Then I don't know what to do. Are they my enemies? Or my father's enemies?... ..."
Po Meng shook her head: "None of them."
Daji was puzzled: "What's the reason?"
Po Meng said bluntly: "Because of your face and your body."
Daji smiled, her smile a little bitter: "Is it because of this face again, because of this skin? Growing up, this kind of thing happened too many times, and I can't even hide from it. Forget it, I don't care anymore."
Po Meng nodded. She was very satisfied with this girl's character, intelligence and qualifications, but her fate was a bit high.
Po Meng can handle these calamities, but it’s troublesome. It’s best to find a few strong-willed people to help share the burden...
The old woman reached out and touched the basin in front of her, and Zhu Tianlin's face full of rebelliousness was revealed on the water.
Wearing a square scarf, a bright red Taoist robe, and hemp shoes, this look alone looks a bit fairy-like, but if you look at Zhu Tianlin's face like a jujube and eyes like bells, and wear clothes that look like a fairy, It also seems like an evil realm.
"There is another mastermind behind this. As you will know in the future, this person caused you to fall into a coma and was later seduced by a conspiracy. He can also be regarded as one of the accomplices." Po Meng said in a normal tone.
Daji said she didn't care, but it was impossible that she didn't have any grudges in her heart. She couldn't help but be curious, and took a look, only to find that she didn't know Zhu Tianlin at all.
She was very honest: "Mother-in-law, I don't know this person."
Mother Meng showed the jagged broken teeth in her mouth and said with a smile: "You are a good boy. How about I help you call this man over and let you vent your anger?"
Daji was stunned. She was dead. How could she "call" a living person to let her vent her anger?
Without waiting for her to agree, Po Meng stretched out her dry left hand, pressed it lightly with her palm, entered the water, and then grabbed Zhu Tianlin's reflection in the water hard.
...
Zhu Tianlin got the inner elixir of a thousand-year python from the nine-tailed fox, and he immediately felt that he had made a lot of money.
He doesn't attack anyone. If you ask him to curse King Zhou or beat him to death, he won't dare.
He had investigated Daji beforehand and found out that she originally had a bad reputation within the Su clan. Now that her father and brother were killed in the battle, she had lost most of her support. In addition, Zhu Tianlin had calculated Daji's fate. Daji still had some life left, but not much, so he asked her to advance. If you die for a few days, it won't be a big problem. What if the underworld discovers a problem? Do you dare to provoke the Jiejiao disciples? I don’t even dare to borrow the courage of the two of them!
Zhu Tianlin was not worried at all. On the contrary, he was in high spirits, riding the water escape, and happily returned to Kowloon Island.
Leng Buding had a big hand appear in the air, and without saying a word, he was instantly pulled into the endless netherworld.
The leader of Tongtian Cult, who was far away in Biyou Palace, had a slight feeling, but he didn't take it seriously.
It is true to teach without distinction, and it is true to do his best to his disciples, but he is a saint, not a nanny to his disciples.
In modern society, there won't be any drama where a graduate student has an accident at home, and then the tutor turns into a detective to help hunt down the murderer, take revenge and provide personal protection, right? An ancient slave society is even less likely.
The saint's own path is the most important, followed by the sect, and even less important when it comes to a specific disciple.
The leader of Tongtian Cult has a true temperament. He will pay attention to three or five important disciples. He has taught tens of thousands of disciples. Some of them have attended classes under him and can only be regarded as registered disciples. Most of them are registered disciples. He didn't know the disciple's disciple at all, so naturally he had no intention of paying attention to it.
In addition, all the disciples of Jie Sect are very brave and fierce, and it is common to fight with each other. At this time, he felt that a disciple had died. He didn't take it seriously at all. He was dead? If you die, just die, what else can you do?
Zhu Tianlin was stunned when he was pulled into the underworld in an instant. After checking, he found that he was not a soul, but came in with his body. This made him calm down a little. Fortunately, as long as his body is there, Taoism, magic power, and magic weapons will all come with him. Even though he is here, with his own skills, he still has a chance to find a way out.
Before he could figure out who was secretly targeting him, a bright creature like him entered the underworld, and it was as bright as a torch.
Zhu Tianlin didn't have the Eight or Nine Mysterious Skills. The lonely ghosts in the underworld could smell the strange smell on him even from ten miles away.
"There are people alive here!"
"Meat! How sweet!"
"Eat him, tear him apart, eat! Meat! Drink! Blood!"
Many irrational dead souls roared over and wanted to eat Zhu Tianlin's flesh and blood. They believed that as long as they ate the flesh and blood of a living person, they could return to the earth.
"You dare to bully me!" Zhu Tianlin, as one of Lu Yue's four major disciples, has both Taoism and martial arts skills. At this time, he did not use the magic weapon Stun Sword, but pulled out an ordinary long sword, injected it with super clear mana, and chopped the melon. Killing the dead souls rushing out from all directions like chopping vegetables.
The commotion he caused was so great that Deng Chanyu, who had been looking for Daji in the underworld for seven or eight days, was attracted to her.
She thought that her disguise was flawless, so she strolled over to watch the fun.
Even if she is just getting started with the Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills, it can be said to be mysterious and unpredictable. At this time, she transformed into a night wanderer and watched Zhu Tianlin fight the dead souls from a distance. While cheering and cheering, she could also chat with the ghost soldiers nearby who also came to watch the excitement.
