I'm an NPC, I can't understand the player's words

The spaceship stopped at the entrance of Xuanqingmen Mountain, and Ye Li took the newly recruited little luotou to the side peak of the new disciples.

When they left, Jiang Jingming touched the top of Jiang Fan's jet-black head, "Okay, now the new disciple has also entered the door. After a few days, Xiaofan, you will also be a disciple of Xuanqingmen."

After finishing speaking, he manipulated the spaceship to go straight down, but headed for another mountain peak.

"This is my main peak, Haoming Peak. There are nine peaks in my Xuanqingmen, and the tallest one in the middle is Xuanqingfeng, the main peak of Xuanqingmen. You only need to remember the general terrain of Haomingfeng and the main peak. You will be familiar with Feng in the future."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Jiang Tianbao and his wife, who were trembling behind him, and continued gently: "You husband and wife are too, as long as you are familiar with my main peak, I will arrange things after that."

"Thank you, Gaozu!" Jiang Tianbao and his wife hurriedly cupped their hands in thanks.

After Jiang Jingming finished speaking, several people had landed in front of a palace-like cave.

Jiang Fan turned his head and looked around. The disciples guarding the gate of the hall saw them and quickly stepped forward to salute: "Welcome master back to the hall!"

The leader was a middle-aged man in a green robe and a white coat. When he saw a few people, he called out in surprise: "Peak Master, you are back! Could this be you?"

Jiang Jingming nodded to him, smiled and explained to Jiang Fan: "This is Jiang Shou, my steward of Haoming Peak. You can ask him if you don't understand anything." These two are also descendants of my blood, you go and make arrangements, and then ask others to go to the main hall to obey."

"Yes, Peak Master."

After all, Jiang Jingming didn't care about Jiang Tianbao and his wife any more, and just took Jiang Fan to the main hall of Haoming Peak.

"Master Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, this way please." Jiang Shou is the main manager of Haoming Peak, and he can tell what Jiang Jingming means when he sees Jiang Jingming's actions. is the Lord.

After he took Jiang Tianbao and his wife to the side hall to arrange the daily life, he left a few serving disciples to wait on him, and then took the rest of the disciples to the main hall to be obedient.

Nestling in Jiang Jingming's arms, Jiang Fan looked curiously at the main hall of Haoming Peak. Lingyu paves the floor, strange stones as walls, and four wall pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes. Although they are not resplendent, they are indescribably noble.

In the main hall, in the center is a bed made of jade. The bed is covered with cyan soft velvet cushions, which looks like a fairy.

Jiang Jingming sat on the bed with Jiang Fan in his arms, and a maid came to serve him immediately.

Exotic fruits, dry baked pastries, beautifully arranged, displayed in front.

Seeing that Jiang Fan's gaze stayed here, Jiang Jingming glanced at the steward on the right, and immediately someone quietly removed the spiritual food and spiritual fruit from the table, and replaced it with a fruit cake that tasted sweet but not so full of spiritual energy.

"Your spiritual roots haven't been molded yet, and you can't eat these foods rich in spiritual energy. Let's eat some of these vulgar things first." After finishing speaking, he picked up a red fruit from a plate and handed it to Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan took the fruit that Jiang Jingming handed over, and sized it up with his big amber eyes. The fruit, which was no bigger than a palm, was just right in his hand. The thin red skin was smooth and light-refracted, and the sweet fragrance came out. He proceeded to take a bite directly, it was sweet and delicious, the aroma was overwhelming, and the refreshing and comfortable taste made people unable to stop.

This is vulgar? ?A big question mark appeared in Jiang Fan's mind!If this is vulgar, then what he ate before was rubbish? ! !Tears! !

He thought he could have some more of such vulgar things, and while thinking this way, he wolfed down one. Seeing that he liked it, Jiang Jingming directly brought the plate in front of him, letting him eat to his heart's content.

Jiang Fan's food was delicious here, while stewards one after another had already entered the hall with a group of serving disciples.

"Peak Master! All the disciples serving are here."

"Well, the stewards come forward."

"Jiang Shou, Yi Zhou, Yi Ting, Yi Shu, pay homage to the master with a smile!" A supervisor and 4 subordinate staff rushed forward to salute.

Jiang Fan was still indulging in the sweetness and deliciousness of the red fruit, he ate one after another, his face was full of juice, Jiang Jingming also didn't blame him when he saw this, but kindly beckoned him to raise his eyes to recognize the person. "Fan'er, raise your eyes and take a good look. These are the servants in charge of my palace. You recognize their faces. If you need anything in daily life, just call them."

Jiang Fan raised his head and carefully recognized the faces of the managers. He found that because he was reincarnated as a child, he seemed to be assimilated, and he always behaved very childish from time to time. Why did he feel ashamed? Now that he was in full view, the belated sense of shame made him feel embarrassed and ashamed.

No, no, he has to pretend to be calm, as long as he can bluff himself, he can bluff others.

The stewards of Haoming Peak are all monks who established the foundation. They are immortals and immortals. The men are full of heroism, and the women have delicate faces. Even Jiang Shou in the middle is a beautiful middle-aged uncle. Looking from a distance, it looks good Beautiful scenery.

Jiang Fan tried his best to recognize the faces of a few managers. Unfortunately, he was a little face-blind in his previous life. Except for those with special characteristics, other people generally need to look at them several times to recognize them. After becoming a child in this life , I don’t know if the brain volume has become smaller, and this problem is even more serious.

Looking at the rows of disciples following behind the steward, he probably wants to remember them all! ! !No! ! !

After barely remembering a few managers, he wanted to go on strike a little bit. In his heart, he refused to recognize so many people in the first place. He had no choice but to start acting softly to Jiang Jingming next to him.

cute!A child's naive acting like a baby always has a bit of cuteness, a face that is exactly the same as Yuanying Daojun, a frosty and cold eyes, a soft and cute contrast, which makes people even more unbearable, his acting like a baby, Your Highness Many of the disciples who served secretly exclaimed in their hearts that they are cute!

And Jiang Jingming probably saw his expressionless old face a lot on weekdays, but now he saw the same small face, puffed up his cheeks and acted like a baby at him, but he found it fresh and interesting.

Seeing that he didn't like to recognize people, and he didn't force them, he turned his head and said to His Highness, "This is Jiang Fan, a descendant of my blood, and he will be my little disciple in the future. Treat him as you usually treat me! No way!" There is no negligence!"

"Disciple understands, meet my little uncle!" A group of people hurriedly turned sideways and saluted Jiang Fan neatly.

It was the first time in Jiang Fan's life that he had seen such a scene, a neat row of immortals saluted a mortal kid, and called him Little Martial Uncle, showing him great respect.

Did he become the second generation of Xiu?No, maybe it should be N generation?It doesn't seem right, who cares, anyway, he will be a little pretender under the cover of a big boss in the future.

If this was in modern times, he would blow it up. However, at this moment, he glanced at Jiang Jingming who was nodding to him, nodded to the crowd below, and then took out the reserve that Jiang Jingming had prepared for him in advance. bag.

After deliberating, he said, "This is a meeting gift, you can share it!"

The meeting ceremony that Jiang Jingming prepared for him was naturally not bad. Everyone in His Highness clearly understood this, and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, little uncle!" Jiang Shou hurried forward and took the storage bag from Jiang Fan's hand.

In this way, Jiang Fan's identity was settled.

Jiang Jingming said some other things in the hall before Jiang Fan went to his room under Jiang Shou's leadership.