Patriarch enjoys meal

"You have been incognito for so many years, have you ever thought of a way to break the formation?" Tao Zhuopei asked.

"I've been thinking hard about the formation formed by the power of Hequanguan for a hundred years, but it was in vain. I thought I would continue to waste time, but God gave me a surprise." Zhai Ziyin smiled sinisterly, "Now he walked out of the big formation by himself. Forming into a human body, it saved me a lot of effort."

"...Since he has come out, why should I continue to compete with Dazheng?"

Tao Zhuopei didn't believe his words: "As you said, why did you ask your disciples to tie me up? You said before that you wanted me to give up Tao's house. Why?"

"...The thing you desire is still in the pottery house, but you can't take it by force, so you will try your best to get rid of me. I am just an old man half buried in the loess, and the only value in my body is It is the identity of the defender... Do you want to use me to completely unravel the Tao Zhai formation?"

"Sometimes it's not a good thing to speak too clearly," Zhai Zi said darkly, "If you were wiser, you could still save your life, but now you can only save your life here."

Tao Zhuopei didn't seem to understand the death threat in his words, and continued to ask: "What will happen after the formation is released? What do you want to do to Tao Jiang? I think it was also your handwriting that Qingyun Temple suppressed the Nine-Tailed Fox a hundred years ago. ...what exactly are you trying to get from him?"

This old man looks serious and cold, is there a pupil of death living in his heart?If you ask the bottom line like this, you will really be killed!Zhang Sheng prayed silently in his heart, hoping that he could cherish his life and shut up quickly.Having this idea is not because he suddenly realized his conscience, but because killing people will inevitably see blood!At that time, whether it is the corpse or the rental house, he will have to deal with it!

The smile on Zhai Ziyin's face became more and more frenzied. He raised his hand excitedly and said loudly: "Cultivate Taoism to seek longevity! Everyone will die, but I will survive alone! Isn't immortality the ultimate pursuit of all Taoist people?! Over the past 100 years Time has proven me right!"

"If you hand over the Tao house, I can—"

Before Zhai Ziyin could finish his sentence, a whisk flew towards him.Now that he knew his purpose, Tao Zhuopei didn't want to flirt with him anymore.

Tao Zhuopei is an upright person and never likes to be pretentious. Even his whisk is made of fine steel and braided with copper wire. This time, he rolled it on Zhai Ziyin's face. Although he hastily retreated, he was caught off guard by the dust tail made of black horsetail. My face hurts.

Zhai Ziyin raised his hand and wiped it under the temple, and a little bit of scarlet stained his fingertips. If he hadn't stepped back with the chair just in time, and let the fine steel whisk fall on the ground, his head might be split open.

Zhang Sheng was stunned for two seconds, and was awakened by the strong wind brought by the whisk that swept towards him, and quickly raised his hand to block the whisk.

Then there was only a 'click', and his precious whisk made of stag tail broke in two without even blocking a single blow, and his hand was so painful from the shock.

"You've practiced these blow-dust techniques in Qingyun Guan quite well." Zhai Ziyin supported Zhang Sheng's arm and hid to the side, and the next second his recliner was torn apart under Tao Zhuopei's whisk.

This old man is quite strong!The black face is really cruel!Hands-on without ambiguity.Zhang Sheng was quite embarrassed and led his master to dodge quickly in the rental house, and the place he passed was a mess.

Just when Zhang Sheng couldn't take it anymore, Zhai Ziyin finally sacrificed his emperor bell.

Zhang Sheng was naturally relieved, his master's imperial bell was powerful even if it was a rubbing, and it was more than enough to deal with such an old man.

Zhai Ziyin's expression was not good.

Tao Zhuopei stopped, stared at the emperor clock carefully for a moment, and asked in surprise, "You use the soul to raise the device?"

It is not the strands of wronged souls that are entwined on the emperor clock.

Zhai Ziyin didn't talk to him, he held the bell and chanted mantras, all of a sudden, all ghosts howled together, the small rented house was on the ground, and there was a gloomy wind, so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, there were ghosts whispering faintly in people's ears, and the sound of the broken emperor bell, aroused The fear and desire hidden in the deepest part of the heart.

Tao Zhuopei's heart shuddered, and he immediately sat cross-legged and used tactics to resist.

The two sides stalemate in the darkness for a long time, and just when Zhai Ziyin wanted to turn the ringtone in his hand on, Tao Zhuopei, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he rushed to Zhai Ziyin's master and apprentice.

After two muffled bangs, the black air in the rental house slowly dissipated, and Zhang Sheng rubbed his hazy eyes that had seen the light at first.

The two people in front of him lay down and sat down, but luckily the one sitting was his master.Zhang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried over to block his master's blood with his sleeve.

That old man Tao is also a character, he actually opened his master, there was a big blood hole on his forehead, which soaked his two layers of thick sleeves.

Zhang Sheng put his hand on Zhai Ziyin's head, but his eyes were fixed on the limp and silent man on the ground, he said hesitantly: "Master, this man..."

Should I just bury it or refine it later?

Zhai Ziyin was hit on the forehead by the fine steel dust whisk handle, and there seemed to be a buzzing in his brain at the moment. After a while, he glanced at Tao Zhuopei's beard and hair, which had suddenly turned half white, and said coldly, "He's not dead yet."

Zhang Sheng tentatively said, "Then how should we deal with it?"

Need a touch up?

Zhai Ziyin closed his drowsy eyes, and said: "He is still useful, after he dies, I will try my best to arrest his soul, it's best to be half dead now."

"Master, don't worry, I will keep him in this state forever." After Zhang Sheng made the promise, he said again: "Master, do you want to go to the hospital? The wound is quite serious, and it may need stitches... ..."

"No need." Zhai Ziyin stood up unsteadily, and walked slowly into the room, "This body...is finally broken, it's time to change..."

Zhang Sheng stood on the spot and lowered his eyes to think about the hidden meaning of his master's words, but he didn't notice the slight movement of the hand of the person behind who should have been unconscious.

There was another wound on the palm of Tao Zhuopei's left hand, just like the one he made on the high-speed rail. A few drops of blood oozed out, staining the pearl on the handle of the whisk with red dots.

......

Zhou Jiran put away his pen after drawing a stack of Five Thunder Talismans, and Tao Jiang who was on the phone also hung up at the right time.

"What's the matter? Any news?"

Tao Jiang shook his head: "Teacher Gu said that he hasn't contacted Grandpa recently, so he doesn't know his current situation."

Zhou already put down his brush and comforted him: "No matter what, Zhai Ziyin's goal has always been with us. He attacked the old man just for Tao's house. If this is the case, even if old man Tao really falls into his hands, he will I won't do it directly."

Zhou could already feel Zhai Ziyin's fear of Tao Zhai's large formation, so much so that he took action against Mr. Tao who was defending the formation.But until now, he still didn't understand why Zhai Ziyin still had such a big obsession with this formation, since Tao Jiang had already entered the formation.

Is there any other reason for this...

Naturally, Zhang Sheng alone can't do anything to the old man...Now I just hope that Zhai Ziyin really has nothing to do with Tao Zhai's formation, so that as the defender of the formation, old man Tao will be a little more dependent.

Qiongqi, who had had enough sun, hopped over with his tail flicking, lay down on the table and yelled, "It's time to eat!"

Zhou already pulled out the writing brush that was pressed under its claws, leaving a cinnabar mark on its hair.

"Didn't you just come back from the zoo? Didn't you get full somewhere?"

Qiongqi licked off the red color on his paws, and said confidently: "I ate breakfast at the zoo! It's already noon, and three meals a day must be on time. It has nothing to do with whether you are full or not!"

Zhou was a little amazed that a fierce beast that would eat people when it was hungry in ancient times also paid attention to eating three meals on time.

Qiongqi has also been in the human world for a while now, and after not treating human beings as food, he also has a little ability to observe people's words and emotions. Seeing that Tao Jiang, the chef of Tao's house, seemed a little worried, he asked: "What are you doing?" What are you worried about?"

After the words were spoken, it was a little depressed, and it actually took the initiative to care about this black-hearted fox!He quickly made up for it and said: "In today's world, spiritual energy is thin, monsters and humans are weak, and there are things that can defeat ancient monsters like us?" Qiongqi said angrily, "You must be too weak! This uncle has transformed into a prototype Anything can be solved with one paw!"

Zhou Jiran shook Qiongqi's fluffy head, and said with a smile, "You can scare the captive tigers in the zoo with just one paw now."

Qiongqi shook off Zhou Weiran's hand, and said angrily: "I'm not enough spiritual power! When I have enough spiritual power, I can transform back to the original form. When the time comes, hum!"

Zhou Jiran asked it casually: "Then how much have you saved now?"

"I've saved half of it—" After the words were out of my mouth, Qiongqi realized that he had accidentally given the bottom line, and hurriedly shut up.

However, it was already too late, Zhou Ji drew a talisman to suppress spiritual power and fed it with a smile, but this time Zhou Ji didn't do too much, and left half of it for Qiongqi.

Qiongqi, who had been fed the talisman, lay on the table listlessly, and let out a final cry: "I-want-eat-meal!"

Tao Jiang glanced at it and said, "I didn't buy any vegetables."

Wronged, Qiongqi rolled around on the stone table for two times, and at last it conjured up its mobile phone from nowhere, scratched the screen with a meat pad, and said very expectantly, "Then let's order takeaway?"

It is now also a beast with a monthly subsidy!Free delivery can be achieved!

"Okay, thank you for the treat!" Zhou already took his mobile phone and opened the takeaway software that hadn't been used for a long time, "Let me see what to eat today..."

Qiongqi dared not speak out.

Naturally, you can’t miss such a thing as eating big money. A group of people want to eat different things, so they ordered a lot of them in different stores, and several takeaway guys came.

The last takeaway was long overdue, and it was Zhou Jiran who went to get it. Just before he opened the door and had no time to speak, a dark and short ghost rushed towards him.

Zhou Jiran was so frightened that he jumped to the side, the ghost hit the vermilion door with a 'slap', and was screamed by the red light on the door.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, it hurts me to death! It hurts me to death!"

Zhou already patted his chest, studying the ghost 'sticking' to the door.

This ghost looked quite poor in tatters, and he carried a thick book on his back, which looked like an account book.

Zhou Jiran looked at it carefully for a while, and said with some surprise: "It's actually a debtor."

Just as he was sighing, a very hesitant and surprised voice suddenly came from behind him: "...that, handsome guy, is this your takeaway..."

As soon as Zhou Yiran turned his head, he saw a little brother in a takeaway uniform looking at him inexplicably.

He is quite handsome, but he is neurotic, which is a pity.

The delivery boy sighed regretfully, and asked, "Are you Mr. Poor?"

"...It's not...ah no, I mean it is." Zhou Jiran coughed twice and said, "...we ordered it here."

The takeaway boy looked suspiciously in his eyes, and his hands tightened while holding the takeaway box.

He now suspects that this person is not only crazy...may also grab takeaway.

The author has something to say:

Qiongqi: Is there a problem with Qiongqi calling Mr. Qiong? !

Zhou Weiran: As long as you are happy...