Xianmen can only be saved by me

Coincidentally, this monk Yan really came to ask about the method of braised pork, so he ordered the two of them to come to his room and said that some fellow Taoists wanted to listen together.

Xie Lin squeezed Li Simiao's hand, signaling him not to shout, and the two of them followed behind him respectfully like ordinary people.

The inside of the boat was very large, and all the monks were eating and chatting in their own rooms, which was a bit noisy.Cultivator Yan didn't seem interested in talking to them, so he didn't say a word.

They are still not sure if this person is Yan Chuanliang, they have to find a way to ask.

Xie Lin held back for a long time, and tried to ask: "This fairy elder, I don't know what the fairy elders are going to do this trip..."

Before he finished speaking, Cultivator Yan turned half of his face and frowned slightly: "What are you mortals asking about this?"

He was dressed in white, which was clearly Xie Lin's favorite color, but perhaps because of his mean eyes, this man was not very good-looking in Xie Lin's eyes.

Xie Lin twitched the corners of his mouth: "Don't you want to know how many days' meals you will have to prepare when you go back?"

"Isn't it enough to prepare it every day?" The man opened his mouth and said, "Aren't you guys running a shop, are you afraid you won't be able to sell it?"

Li Simiao pouted, Xie Lin patted him.

They still failed to gather any news until they reached Brother Yan's room.

"Brother Qi, Brother Song, don't you know when we can leave?"

"Master didn't say anything, and it's only a few days if I think about it." The person who answered seemed to be in a bad mood, and his tone was a bit aggressive, "It's fine, I haven't finished discussing things, and I don't know what to do when I came out..."

Cultivator Yan coughed lightly, and the voices in the room stopped, making Xie Lin who wanted to hear more news very regretful.Yan Chuanliang pushed open the door, his tone suddenly became respectful: "Brother Song, I brought him here."

"Xiao Yan is neat in doing things."

There were four people sitting in front of the round table, two of them were wearing the same standard brocade clothes as the disciples who brought Xie Lin and the others to the boat just now, one was tall and thin and the other was short and fat, in a vivid combination of "Seed Cake and Fried Tiao".The one who answered the question was the "Seed Cake". He smiled and praised Brother Yan, and turned his eyes over: "Tell me, how do you make this meat?"

Xie Lin didn't think that these monks really knew how to cook by themselves. Besides, the words "a little", "a pinch", "a little" in Chinese recipes are enough for people with no kitchen experience to drink a pot, so they didn't hide their secrets. , fully stated the practice.

The "Seed Cake Fried Tiao" really didn't plan to make it by themselves, but the other two were very active. You asked Xie Lin how much seasoning to put.

The attitude was not good, Xie Lin held his nose and endured it.

"Probably so." Xie Lin made a circle with his two fingers, pretending to be embarrassed, "To be honest, the elders, I cook by hand, I don't know the exact amount. ah."

"It's easy." Cultivator Yan stood up suddenly, took a pen and paper and put it on the table, and said, "Just draw a circle here to indicate how much you put in."

Before Xie Lin could react, the two were shocked: "Brother Yan is going to do it too?"

"How can this be done? Brother Yan is the son-in-law of Wangyuegu, how can he lower himself to do such a job as a cook?"

Cultivator Yan raised his chin slightly: "Brother Qi and Song want to eat, I'll try to make it, what kind of self-deprecation?"

Xie Lin: "..."

Wow, there is really a filial son who can speak such a dog-licking speech so confidently.

With great difficulty, he kept his poker face, wrote down the names of several seasoning ingredients one by one, then drew circles of corresponding size next to them, and finally put them back on the table.

The first person to pick it up and look at it was the tall and thin monk who had been silent all this time: "Your handwriting is pretty good."

Xie Lin laughed awkwardly: "There are a few posts."

Xie Lin felt that this matter was quite shocking, because he practiced calligraphy purely to learn how to use a brush, but the copybooks circulating in the mortal market were all "genuine monks", and it seemed that Xie Lin's behavior in copying the posts looked like some kind of brain-dead fan.

Fortunately, the monk just asked casually, and then sent the two of them out. This time, there was no one to lead the way, and they needed to walk back to the previous room by themselves.

There were disciples wearing standard brocade clothes on duty along the way, and the two brothers didn't find a chance to talk.

After waiting for about a meal, the mortals in that room were allowed to disembark.When they came, two disciples picked them up, but when they went back, there was only one, and as soon as they landed, the disciples picked them up and went back to the boat.

The sun had already set in the west, and now they walked back to the store from the suburbs, and almost had to arrange dinner for the guests in the store, and they couldn't be idle for a moment.

The two brothers walked back along the way they came, and Li Simiao suddenly raised his head: "Brother, what are you thinking?"

Since leaving that room, Xie Lin has been out of his mind.

"Huh?" Xie Lin came back to his senses, "Ah, it's okay, I'm just surprised, have you noticed that although the tall and thin monk is sitting in the room, he has been carrying a burden on his body, and I don't know what he put on it."

"Maybe they just went to sit and sit, so they didn't have time to let go?"

"Um……"

It's not impossible, but Xie Lin is inexplicably concerned about that burden.

But he couldn't think of the result, after all, he couldn't go to ask people, and those people obviously didn't like to talk to mortals.

Xie Lin changed the subject: "By the way, he is the son-in-law of Wangyuegu and a member of Fengyumen. Although we haven't heard the name, but in my opinion, he is probably the same as your own father. I will go back and check later. "Tianshu Monthly News", make sure again."

"I think it's probably true. I hate him when I see him." Li Simiao touched his bosom, "Hmph, so I took a handkerchief from him."

Xie Lin: "..."

Xie Lin has two big heads: "Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to steal anything! You... first, hide it first, so that no one can see it!"

At a glance, he saw that the handkerchief had no trace of handcraft, and it seemed to be something extraordinary.

Li Simiao put the handkerchief into his bosom, looked at Xie Lin's face, and said in a low voice, "I think this handkerchief is put together with a pile of clothes and handkerchiefs, and it's easy to hide without drilling the eyes, so I just took it. It's not all about monks." Don’t you use mortal things? This handkerchief should also be an algorithm, right?”

"It's hard to say, it depends on whether it has magic power." Xie Lin's face was disheveled, "If you still go on the boat to deliver food tomorrow, you put the things back."

"I do not."

"Be obedient, do you think stealing from your own father is considered stealing?"

"He hasn't taken care of me for ten years, so what if I take a handkerchief?" Li Simiao pouted, "Originally, when a son goes to school, he should be in touch with his parents!"

Xie Lin: "..."

Xie Lin had a headache.

He couldn't think of words of persuasion for a while, so he took Li Simiao back to the inn silently.

When he arrived at the inn, he was not busy preparing dinner, and ran to Boss Li's room first.Boss Li wanted to ask him about what he had seen on the boat, so he followed him all the way in, wondering, "What are you looking for?"

"Where's your old pile of Tenshu Monthly News?"

"under the bed."

Xie Lin lifted the sheet, dragged out a stack of "Tian Shou Monthly News", looked at the year, stuffed it back, and pulled out another stack.

He found the news he was looking for in the Tenshou Monthly eight years ago.

"Recently, the daughter of the head of Mochiyue Valley... Brother Xiao Ying and Xiao Ying got a Taoist partner, and the other party is Fengyumen... Brother Yan Chuanliangyan...the two couples are deeply in love..."

Xie Lin snapped the newspaper together, and the papers collided with each other, making a crisp "snap" sound.

The paper used for the castle tower has not rotted for eight years, and it still looks like new paper.

Boss Li didn't see what he was looking for: "What's wrong?"

"We saw Yan Chuanliang on the boat."

"Uh..." Boss Li suddenly jumped up: "Fuck!"

"Calm down." Xie Lin hurriedly held him down, "You are a mortal, don't try to seek revenge from the monk."

"You can let Simiao set a goal first!"

"Si Miao stole a handkerchief from him and said that if it was a magic weapon, he would take it to be handkerchiefed."

Boss Li suddenly felt refreshed and couldn't help applauding.

Xie Lin only felt that one or two people surnamed Li were very worrying, and he had a terrible headache: "Stop making trouble, I heard from Sanxiu who lived in the store that the boat belonged to Zixiaomen. There may be some development in the Upper Zixiao Gate... We don't even know what level of cultivation he is now."

If monks are flamboyant and need mortals to retreat, then Zixiaomen is an existence so domineering that ordinary monks and mortals retreat together.Those disciples wearing standard brocade clothes today are probably not all from Zixiaomen, and it is no wonder that the three monks headed by Yan Chuanliang are willing to be dog lickers.

Li Simiao's road to revenge has not yet set sail, and is almost about to die.

"Anyway, calm down first." Xie Lin steadied Boss Li, took away the "Tian Shou Monthly Newsletter", and went downstairs to find Li Simiao.

He stuffed the old newspaper into his younger brother's hand, and went to work by himself: "Just look at it, if you really want to do something, go to school obediently when you turn around, there will always be a chance."

Li Simiao glanced at it, put the newspaper aside, and continued to light the fire: "I'm not stupid, I'll feel balanced if I take him something, how can I go to trouble him, isn't that... hitting a rock with an egg?"

"That's called hitting a rock with an egg." Xie Lin was speechless.

However, Li Simiao seemed much calmer than Boss Li, which relieved Xie Lin somewhat.

But unexpectedly, that night, Yan Chuanliang came to make trouble for them.

In the deep twilight, a golden-red sword light cut down in the air, splitting the three-story small building made of stone and wood in half from the middle.

"Boom!"

"Crack-"

"Fuck!"

"I'll go, which Taoist friend is so unrestrained, the disturbing dream at night-"

In mid-air, Yan Chuanliang dressed in white, stepped on a flying sword, and looked at this place coldly: "Tell the inn manager to get out!"

The author says:

Today is Gong living in the copybook