Only I, a big orange, can't cultivate immortality

This is not a storybook, this is a diary, and it is a diary written by Mr. Jiang Shuke Xuetang.

Cheng Zi read the entire "Jianyue Tianque Xiaoji" at twice the speed, full of emotion.

He kept a funny expression on his face, and when he thought of the old gentleman he had met before, he suddenly felt that all the literati demeanor and fairy spirit were gone, and only a spirited little old man was left in the middle of the night The silhouette of writing a diary while biting the pen while burning the lamp, couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Shuke was seriously copying the book, when he suddenly felt the table shaking, turned his head to look at the "shock source", and saw Cheng Zi laughing non-stop at his precious storybook, trembling all over.

He blinked, a smile flashed across his eyes, he stretched out his hand to smooth the soft fur on the big cat's back, and said nonchalantly: "Cheng Zi, be careful, don't scratch my script, I borrowed it from others. "

Borrowed?To whom?

Cheng Zi's pointed ears pointed out, and he looked at Jiang Shuke curiously in a blink of an eye.

With the tacit understanding between the two of them, Jiang Shuke could understand the meaning in his eyes without Cheng Zi struggling to meow Jiang Shuke. A smirk immediately appeared on the corner of his lips, and he approached his pricked ears mysteriously, whispering:

"You may not believe it when you say it, but it was originally said by the boy from the Wang family next door."

The hot air sprayed on the pink inner ear, Cheng Zi couldn't help shaking, lowered his head slightly, and at the same time flung his eyes that should be calm and determined——

Yes, I don't believe it.

If you lied, you should find a suitable partner. What kind of person is the Wang family boy?He is a hard-working scholar who gets up earlier than chickens and goes to bed later than dogs. He is the eternal leader of the school's big test and small test.

This kind of people……

It seems to be quite normal to read a storybook.

The thoughts in Cheng Zi's mind took a sharp turn, and turned to many real and important people in the world that he knew in his previous life.

For example, a well-known great writer misses his wife at night, fights with pigs, and is educated by pigs.

Another example is that a famous linguist fully expressed his dissatisfaction with the exam in his diary. The sentence "Test him. What about his mother" has been passed down from word of mouth to this day, and it has spread widely.

Etc., etc.

The boss is also a normal person, and it is normal to occasionally do something that seems abnormal.

Cheng Zi's small round face twitched faintly, and he curled up his paws and rubbed against his face, trying to get rid of the funny feeling that spread from his heart to his face at this moment.

Jiang Shuke is such a smart child, seeing him like this, he understands that he believed his own lies... believed his own truth, and continued to break the news with his pen:

"Don't tell me, my classmate is good everywhere, and the books he reads are more interesting than others. Others either watch love or love or fight, but he doesn't take the usual way, reading Mr.'s diary, he is worthy of us The first brother in the school."

As he spoke, he secretly took out another copybook from the dark compartment under the desk, and shook it triumphantly in front of Cheng Zi: "Look, here is another one, which is also the diary of Mr. I got it, I haven't had time to look at it..."

"Meow!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Cheng Zi jumped up and hooked his wrist, her four claws were tightly hugging his arm, her body was stretched out into a long one, her tail nimbly flapped twice on the book, her little head took advantage of the trend Stretched out from his arms, meowing with wide eyes.

Jiang Shuke's arm sank, fearing that he would fall, he quickly dropped his pen and book to support his cat strip, and put him in his arms, hugging him like a baby.

From this angle, when he lowered his head, he could just see Cheng Zi's round cat eyes and soft belly turned out, just like a cute and cute cat.

"You want to see it too, don't you?" Jiang Shuke had no choice but to bury his face in his stomach, to retaliate against the sudden shock he had given him just now.

Cheng Zi stretched out his front paws and opened the pink paw pads: "Meow."

"All right, let me show you."

Jiang Shuke responded repeatedly, and took advantage of the situation to sit cross-legged, put him on his lap, and spread the book on the other leg.

Maintaining this posture, he purred the cat and cat with one hand, and copied with a pen in the other, his speed was several minutes faster than before.

Cheng Zi sat upright, let him pluck his hair, and began to read the second diary seriously, without thinking too much about why he was not surprised that he knew how to read.

After all, in the past two years, no matter how shocking he has shown, the Jiang family can accept it with the fastest speed and the calmest attitude, and he has long been used to it.

One person and one cat should copy books, read scripts and read scripts.

From dusk to mid-heaven on the moon.

When Jiang Shuke finished writing the last stroke, Cheng Zi also finished reading the second diary.

His face was also stiff with laughter.

This second book "Jie Yue Tian Que" is absolutely consistent with the first book in terms of painting style, both are concise, clear, short and sharp, and the unintentional sense of humor between the lines is exactly the same, making Cheng Zi think that he is reading A collection of bad jokes.

Even so, but besides being funny, Cheng Zi also saw a lot of information about the place "Jianyue Tianque" in it.

I don't know the geometry of its breadth, and I don't know its height.

Flowers, birds, fish and insects come in different shapes, but they are equally dangerous, so they must be avoided.

Every plant and tree has a purpose, but it requires a pair of eyes that are good at discovering and a brain that is proficient in matching.Anyway, the author can't do both, so the face was swollen by bee stings at the beginning, and when I left Jieyue Tianque at the end, I was also attacked by the residual blood of a plant called lantern grass, and finally came out with half of my head bald.

If there is no accident, the owner of the diary probably stepped on all the big and small holes in Jieyue Tianque.

Cheng Zi rubbed his stiff face, and summed up the characteristics of the two diaries: the style of writing is concise and clear, and a complete world view was constructed in a few words, and many excellent images of animals and plants, as well as himself, were created under this world view.

Even if you read it for fun, it can't hide the advantages of these two books being written enough real, as if there is really a place called Jieyue Tianque in this world, and the author has indeed been there, and uses the diary to describe the story. Form records its own experience.

Cheng Zi lowered his eyes in thought, Jiang Shuke looked at the back of his head seriously, and couldn't help rubbing his hands.

At this moment, Lady Liu seemed to expect that their work was done, and she came out of the kitchen with Cheng Zi's rice bowl, and greeted as she walked, "Chengzi, it's time to eat!"

At the same time, the smell of boiled fish with sauerkraut entered Cheng Zi's nose. He twitched his nose, his eyes lit up, and he immediately threw away the scripture and Jiang Shuke's embrace, and jumped out like a bolt of lightning.

Well, star lightning.

"Meow wow!"

--I'm coming!

Jiang Shuke touched the tip of his nose, put away the two story books on the table, and planned to take them to the school tomorrow morning, and secretly read them before class.

At night, all sounds are silent.

Yinyu Town is quiet and dark, only Jiang's family is still lit with candles.

Cheng Zi lay on his side on the bed, sleeping soundly with Jiang Shuke's hand as a pillow, his whole body was dominated by sleepiness, only the stubborn little tail was stubbornly resisting.

Jiang Shuke also fell asleep with his stomach spread out.

Helping the two good brothers pull up the quilt, Liu Niangzi turned around, and Second Uncle Jiang was already under the candlelight, using black and white chess pieces to form a simple, but obscure pattern at first glance.

Liu Niangzi felt a little dizzy after just a few more glances, she hurriedly turned away and rubbed the sore brows.

"How? Figured out what?" she asked.

Second Uncle Jiang remained silent, his brows frowned slightly.

In the practice world, the Jiang family is a very special family.

The Jiang family passed on both male and female inheritance, because there was no choice but to pass it on to each other.As for the inheritance content itself, there is only one aspect - fortune-telling, divination of the past and present, and the creation of heaven and earth.

To describe it in some humorous words, the ancestor of the Jiang family was actually a senior fisherman.It's just that the things he fishes are quite special, one is to catch the fate of a dynasty, and the other is to catch strange things that change the world.

The former was hooked by the Mingjun of the human race, and the latter...he was caught by a turtle.The Hetu Luoshu is engraved on the back of the turtle, which is the current inheritance of the Jiang family.

It is also the pattern on the table at this time.

Fishing is rampant in today's practice world, and it has to be said that it has a great relationship with the Jiang family.But everyone is looking forward to becoming the Jiang family, but they are also afraid of the Jiang family.

Because the Jiang family can not only calculate the fate of one person, one family, one dynasty, one life, but also pay a certain price to influence or even change these fates.

Those who have always opposed the Jiang family have suffered miserably, and most of the time, the Jiang family does not follow the universal rules of human relations.

At the moment when countless people in the practice world have flexible moral standards, their tempers are more stubborn than donkeys, and they will not turn back if they believe in death.

In this regard, many practitioners who were buried in the pit by Jiang's family held hands and looked at each other on Huangquan Road, their eyes dimmed with tears.

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Uncle Jiang stared at the pattern on the table for a while, then stretched out his hand to change it a few times.

After a while, he stretched his brows, but his face was indifferent.

"What's the matter?"

Miss Liu waited for a long time for an answer, so she stepped forward strangely, hugged Second Uncle Jiang from behind, and asked with her chin resting on his shoulder.

At this time, she finally had the air of a little girl.

Uncle Jiang held her hand, and subconsciously softened his voice: "This time, the entrance to Yue Tianque will be opened in Yinyu Town. The orange was used by that person as a bait to lure me out of the town, so I was infected with karma. will also be involved.”

Lady Liu straightened up abruptly, and asked through gritted teeth, "That guy...is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

"It's a good thing for Orange, there will be opportunities for him to shine."

Uncle Jiang's tone was relaxed, and he put away the chess pieces one by one, with a smile in his eyes that was about to plot against someone.

Seeing such an expression appearing on her husband's face after a long time, Liu Niangzi twitched her mouth, knowing that the person who loves to learn from the Jiang family's fishing but has never learned how to go home is going to be in trouble.

But she still has some concerns: "Jianyue Tianque is very dangerous. After all, it is the relic of the ancient Tianzhu, I am worried..."

"Don't worry, our cat's luck is better than that of Jiang's family combined." Uncle Jiang patted the back of his wife's hand, "Someone will protect him, and you can rest assured of that person's identity."

"who is it?"

"The mountain god worshiped by the Liu family for generations, the elder who watched you grow up."

"Ah this..."

……

Cheng Zi slept deeply, and the dream was very real.

Probably influenced by the two story books he read before dinner, he dreamed that he strayed into a deep mountain, wandered along the river in a daze, and came across a huge beehive after a while.

A bee, which can only be as big as two of its own, shuttles back and forth between the flowing golden yellow honey, flying in and out, busy.

But a few soldier-like bees guarding outside the hive seemed to be chatting, and one of them opened his mouth to speak human words:

"The Jiang family is all sick."

The other few heard the words and responded repeatedly:

"Yeah yeah."

"Yeah yeah."

The one who spoke first went on to say: "Although they are sick, they are still dangerous, and they should not be mentioned lightly, or even talked about. So the king asked us to think of a suitable nickname for them, mainly around the Jiang surname and the famous name." With these two things in mind, do you have any suggestions?"

"No."

"No."

"Tsk..."

The leader of the bee soldiers looked very distressed, and the frequency of beating their wings behind them slowed down.

For some reason, Cheng Zi wanted to give him the whole proposal, by the way, change some honey and go back to grill the fish.

So he blurted out: "I think the gingerbread man is very good. There are gingers, there are diseases, and there are others, don't they have all the elements?"

"Ok?"

Hearing the sudden voice, the soldier looked over with raised eyebrows.

In the next second, the dream shattered like a cracked mirror.