Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Zhang only got a chicken leg, and almost all of it was eaten by Huang Shiqi. I don’t know how this guy, who is so short, can eat so much.

"Hey, give me a jar of tiger whip wine."

Zhang Song nodded and took out two jars and placed them on the table.

Huang Shiqi's eyes lit up and he touched the porcelain jar again and again with his hands before he put it into his storage bag with satisfaction.

It was only then that Zhang Song realized that although the Hunyuan Sect seemed to be very powerful and had an elder like Zhenshan Hou, it had recently suffered heavy losses and was almost defeated by Sun Xiaofeng, the Grand Steward of Dianzhou.

Dianzhou first invited the three evil sheep, tiger and bear, and then invited two real people from Shangyuan Mountain, all of whom were very powerful. Of the original four leaders of Hunyuan Sect, only Kuang Yu is still holding on, following behind Zhenshan Hou and taking Zhenshan Hou as the master everywhere.

The tiger demon could not be put into the storage bag, so Huang Shiqi took out a dirty and fishy sack from somewhere, which had seven or eight patches on it. He put the tiger demon on his back and carried him away.

"Brother, let me lend you a carriage. You see it's dragging on the ground."

Huang Shiqi looked at his sack and found that it was not worn out. He nodded immediately and asked Zhang Song to arrange a carriage for him. It didn't matter if the speed was slow. I have a small stick in my hand and I can hit it accurately.

The next day, the insect slaves of Jinguan Cave asked the young master to go back, saying that the ancestor Yu Youzi had come out of seclusion and wanted to see him.

Seeing Yu Youzi cracking melon seeds and eating grapes, he didn't look like he had just come out of seclusion at all.

"Congratulations, Master, for enjoying eternal immortality, a lifespan as long as the heavens, and unifying the martial arts world for thousands of years."

Yu Youzi didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but was amused by Zhang Song's two words.

"You little guy."

"What can I say to you? I wasn't paying attention for two days and you sold out a dignified Jindan senior?"

Zhang Song stiffened his neck and said confidently, "Who said that?"

"Who said that? Hu Sanlang is a strong man invited by Sun Xiaofeng, the governor of Dianzhou. How could we not know his every move?"

"I have just established my foundation. If I have any doubts, I would suspect you, my Master."

Yu Youzi's eyes immediately became round and her face puffed up. It was not a strange thing. Hu Sanlang was put up for sale by Siling Pavilion, and she was the first one to be suspected.

If Tiger Saburo goes to Baidu Mountain alone, that would be tantamount to his death.

"You were the one who dealt with Monk Hu?"

"Well, I've prepared fifty kilograms of tiger meat and ten jars of tiger penis wine for you."

"It's still filial."

Zhang Song then asked, "Master, you are in such a hurry to leave the retreat, are you afraid of Shangyuan Mountain?"

"You don't have to provoke me. I'm just worried that you don't know your limits and might suffer a loss." Yu Youzi looks to be in his twenties, but he is actually a real old monster. He has lived for almost three hundred years and has seen everything. Zhang Song's little tricks are really not enough.

"I was sitting at home when disaster struck me."

Yu Youzixin and Zhang Song almost stayed in the flying squirrel cave, and occasionally went to Lingtiandi. How could such a good boy offend others? Those two tiger monsters were not good guys at first glance.

Sun Xiaofeng from Dianzhou is even worse. He actually dared to collude with demon cultivators. I don't know what the Dali Dynasty is doing and what the Demon Suppression Bureau is doing.

Yu Youzi thought about it and shared with his little disciple what he had learned in recent times.

He waved his hand to let all the insect slaves go down and set up soundproofing.

"Dali has already tacitly accepted Buddhism as the state religion. As long as it is not too extreme, other forces will turn a blind eye."

"Whether it's the Hunyuan Sect, the Immortal Army, or Shangyuan Mountain in Dianzhou, they are all Buddhist sects. It's just an internal war, and their heritage is different."

"What religion do we belong to?" Zhang Song suddenly asked.

Yu Youzi said seriously, "We and Dali Academy belong to the human religion, and the founder of both the Wu and Confucian schools is Laojun."

Zhang Song nodded in understanding. No matter where you are, you must have a backer, a mountain. The names of Renjiao and Laojun are famous enough.

"Forget it, think whatever you want."

"Recently, these Buddhists have gone too far. Several deans in the academy are dissatisfied and will probably take action. We should just watch the fun."

"Master, since we are all from the same sect, we shouldn't fight to the death even if we are not from the same lineage."

Zhang Song really didn't understand. In the Battle of the Gods, the three religions fought against each other, and it was rare for their own people to fight against each other.

“Blood, faith, luck, which one does not need to be fought for, which one does not need to be fought for. The more people die, the faster it will appear.”

"What if everyone is dead?"

"They won't all die. With a rest order, the population can recover to half in about 20 years, and it can return to the pre-war number in 50 years." Yu Youzi saw that Zhang Song's face was a little gloomy and shook his head in his heart.

Many young people in Dali Academy are like this, but when they enter officialdom and hold high positions, they will forget their current ideas.

My disciple is good in every way except that he is too honest.

"Why not get my disciple a teacher position in the academy?" Yu Youzi thought to himself, a teacher should at least be a seventh-rank official.

As for the fifth-rank vice-president, this disciple of ours has the experience of killing golden elixirs three times, although he can't tell you about any of them.

However, Zhang Song also learned that Shangyuan Mountain is indeed a holy place and a first-class force in Dali. The Dali Academy can withstand it, and someone in Shiniushan Mountain can withstand it.

Zhang Song also knew that there must be some existence under the ancestral temple. He didn't dare to think about it, nor did he dare to provoke it. After his teacher was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, he almost didn't dare to spend the night in his Golden Light Cave. He just showed up and left.

Yu Youzi left him quite a few rubbings this time, all about the major forces.

……

A month later, Zhang Song finished his meditation in the Immortal Palace.

Now that he is no longer practicing outside the Immortal Palace, the effect is much worse, and the quality is also far inferior to that of the Immortal Palace.

The two are not about whether spiritual energy is mixed with water or not, but about two substances, gasoline and diesel. Although the effects are the same, one is strong and good for the machine, while the other can only be considered usable. There is no problem using it for a short period of time, but it will still have an impact if used for a long time.

Yingchun had prepared the meal early and was waiting on the side.

"I told you, we have a cook to cook for you, just focus on your training."

"Master, I like cooking, and I think cooking is helpful for cultivation."

Zhang Song pondered for a moment, then turned to Yue Niang and said, "She should be your apprentice. I don't understand your cooking theory."

Qiu Yuiniang glared at him, but she also knew that her elder brother was in a good mood and was teasing her.

Yingchun has become much more cheerful these days, especially in front of Zhang Song and the others. She giggled and said, "When it comes to cooking, every stage is completed carefully and seriously, and finally it all comes together, including the heat, ratio, taste, etc."

“The taste I finally blended may not suit everyone, but it’s definitely suitable for me.”

"Well, that's a good point. This deer steak is a reward for you."

Besides coming here, Du Yingchun always wanted to help Zhang Song do something, such as cooking, cleaning, watering the green plants in the cave, etc.

Among the seven disciples, she was the last to join and had the worst background. The other brothers and sisters took it for granted that this was natural.

Only the two stewards knew that their master valued this little girl very much.

Everyone has her own path to follow. It doesn't matter how she lives, what kind of friends she makes, or what kind of personality she develops.

The same goes for other disciples. As long as you learn, he will teach you. As for whether you will be chivalrous or evil in the future, he doesn't care.