"That's what you said!"
Tan Jiajia immediately stood up, took out a pen, and drew bizarre words out of thin air.
Her entire movement was done in one smooth motion, right at the moment she finished writing.
"Certainly!"
There was a shout, and the golden pen and ink turned into a yellow talisman, heading straight for Zi Tong's face.
In Tan Jiajia's view, this talisman's energy penetrated the rainbow and was extremely terrifying.
However, before the talisman could get close to Zi Tong, it burned directly and turned into a ball of ashes.
"Yeah, but it's not too bad."
Zi Tong narrowed one eye to give her some face.
Tan Jiajia, however, collapsed like a deflated rubber ball:
"Although you say so, the actions are completely different. Shouldn't you let me take a few moves to avoid damaging my self-confidence?"
When Zi Tong heard what she said, he responded: "Isn't this better?"
"..."
Tan Jiajia was speechless.
At this moment, the door opened with a "bang", and Tan Jiajia's attention was immediately attracted.
There was no one outside the open door.
Just when she was puzzled, the Taoist from before walked in with a full tray in both hands.
Tan Jiajia's eyes followed his movements, and at the same time she thought to herself:
The door just now was probably not blown open by the wind, so... was it done by this little Taoist priest? Have all the Taoist priests in Zhongnan Mountain practiced Taoism?
but……
She thought for a moment and then looked at Zi Tong, who was sitting upright on her side.
It's also possible that the old monster in front of him did something good. This would be too arrogant.
So angry! No matter who did it, they are stronger than me anyway, and this feeling is really unpleasant.
Zi Tong felt the resentful eyes of the people around him, and felt very confused.
At this time, the Taoist who had already set the table saluted the two of them with one hand: "Miss Tan, Master Immortal Official, the food is ready. Please enjoy it slowly."
After saying that, he took the wooden tray and turned around to leave.
"Okay, thank you." Tan Jiajia also quickly got up from the bed, wanting to return the favor to him.
As soon as one of her feet touched the ground, a dizzying feeling immediately hit her. She was about to fall to the ground, but luckily Zi Tong caught her with quick eyes and hands.
"Be careful."
"knew."
Tan Jiajia nodded, knowing in her heart that this was the sequelae of not eating for a long time. Therefore, he didn't dare to make excuses, so he slowly walked over and sat at the dining table.
There are three dishes and one soup on the table. Judging from the combination of meat and vegetables, it seems that the Taoists in Kunlun Mountain do not abstain from meat and fish.
She served herself half a bowl of soup, and the heat mixed with the aroma rushed toward her.
"smell good."
After eating half a bowl of hot soup, Tan Jiajia felt like she was alive again. As if she had thought of something, she said to Zi Tong who was standing aside:
"By the way, I just had a very strange dream. I dreamed..."
"Eating without speaking."
Before Tan Jiajia finished speaking, she was coldly interrupted by Zi Tong.
After getting along with each other for this period of time, she also got to know Zi Tong's temper somewhat. Unlike his previous temperament when he pretended to be Tan and his party, Zi Tong himself was a demon who was extremely strict with the rules and was never willing to go too far.
I don't know how he could tolerate his slovenly appearance before.
Tan Jiajia cursed in her heart, and at the same time she kept silent and quietly ate the delicious food in front of her.
For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of chopsticks hitting the dinner plate and the sound of chewing.
She had been hungry for a long time, so she had no intention of being polite.
Not long after, the dishes on the table were swept away.
After having a full meal, Tan Jiajia touched her belly, put down her chopsticks, and sighed with satisfaction, then turned to Zi Tong and asked a question:
"It's so strange, why am I still fainting from hunger even though I am already a cultivator."
When Zi Tong, who was meditating, heard this, he looked at her lightly and uttered four words:
"Too bad talent."
The smile on Tan Jiajia's face froze. Although she understood that the other party was telling the truth, she couldn't help but feel a little unhappy after being hit by Zi Tong again and again.
But before she could tell Zi Tong about this in detail, she heard Zi Tong's voice again:
"You have a good rest, we will be going down the mountain in two days."
"Going down the mountain?" Tan Jiajia was stunned. "What are you going to do down the mountain? I still need to go find the magic stick to practice Taoism."
"If he can teach you, so can I. What he can't teach you, so can I."
Zi Tong interrupted her, then jumped up and stood in front of her.
After speaking, without waiting for her reply, he waved one hand and a wave of demonic power surged towards the table.
The dishes on the table were automatically stacked together and then flew into Zi Tong's hands.
Then, he opened the door and left without looking back.
Tan Jiajia was dumbfounded. Thinking back to the days when the two of them were in the same room together, the other party would clear the table very quickly every time. She must have used demonic power.
After the other party's figure completely disappeared outside the door, she came back to her senses and hurriedly chased him out, shouting: "Hey, after all, you still didn't tell me what you are going to do when you go down the mountain?"
...
"Strange, where did you go?"
Tan Jiajia went out following Zi Tong's footsteps, but did not find Zi Tong. I originally thought that the other party went to the kitchen with the dishes, but who knew that he was not in there at all.
However, a Taoist man happened to come over with dishes, which looked like the ones she had used before.
Tan Jiajia inquired about Zi Tong's whereabouts, and received a reply that the set of dishes was indeed the one she had before, but Zi Tong himself was called to the meeting hall by someone sent by Pingzhi Zhenren.
She quickly followed the other party's prompts and walked towards the meeting hall.
The meeting hall is located due south of the Taoist temple. When she rushed over, she found that the door of the meeting hall was closed, and two Taoists in black Taoist robes were guarding outside the door.
The two looked solemn and looked intently.
She thought that the two people must be discussing something important inside, so it would be better not to go in and disturb them, and just wait outside for them to come out.
With this thought in her mind, Tan Jiajia took out her pen and sat in the small garden next to the meeting hall to continue practicing her talismans.
This place has a pavilion above and dense flowers below. Not only is it refreshing and cool, but it also hides her figure in it. As long as she doesn't look carefully, no one will notice it.
Moreover, the meeting hall itself was built in a secluded place, and few Taoists passed by here on weekdays. Therefore, Tan Jiajia was able to concentrate on her practice. As for the two people guarding the door, she didn't have to worry, because judging from the auras surging on their faces, these two people were not monsters, and they were inseparable from monsters...
After an unknown amount of time, the door of the conference hall opened with a bang.
A group of old Taoists with long beards filed out, with Zi Tong and Ping Zhi Zhenren walking at the end.
