Chapter 18: Thirteen major monks are washing dishes
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Super Sect System
- Flying bird wins the cup
- 1481 characters
- 2021-01-31 06:12:18
"Uncle Wang."
When I returned to listening to Yuge, I met Uncle Wang, who was always walking up with vegetables, and Wen Ping quickly speeded up a few steps and took the wooden plate from him.
Wang!
Wang!
The mountain dog haha turned around Wen Ping, Wen Ping freed a hand to touch his head.
Uncle Wang called him in a hoarse voice, "Sect Master."
Wen Ping said: "Uncle Wang, you don't need to give me special meals in the future. You just leave the food in the kitchen, and I will eat it myself when I am hungry. After two days I have time to go down the mountain. Come, buy two maids and come back, you don’t have to be so tired."
As soon as the words fell, Uncle Wang suddenly took a deep breath, shook his head, and said, "Sect Master, I can’t do it, I can’t do it. I'm over ninety years old, and I can't bear two females. If the sect master is interested, help me find A wife is enough."
"Um..."
Uncle Wang said that he really couldn't answer it.
Hearing is degraded. Why doesn't this turbulent heart fade with age?
The maidservant can be heard as a jìnv, which is really invincible.
"Okay, I will help you find a wife."
can only go next along the topic, unknowingly he has already walked outside the door of Tingyu Pavilion.
Uncle Wang chuckled, his toothless mouth grinned, showing a bright smile, and then said to Wen Ping: "Sect Master, please."
"You can hear it clearly."
"I am old and not deaf, how can I not hear you clearly."
"Okay, please go back, please find a place to take a break when nothing is wrong, don't always be busy, wait for me to find a maid to come and serve you."
Uncle Wang's smile disappeared again, and he called Wen Ping in a melancholy voice, "Sovereign, I can't help you. The old man is already in his old age, and he really can't stand the toss, so please don't look for it. I'll be content with a wife."
"Yes, here again."
Wen Ping smiled and shook his head, walked into the room with the wooden tray, put it on the table, turned around and sent Uncle Wang away.
After sending Uncle Wang away, Wen Ping filled his stomach hastily, changed his clothes, and prepared to go to the gravity field to continue his practice.
Just as he was about to leave, Yun Liao came.
Yun Liao, as soon as he entered the house, he handed a few pieces of yellow paper to Wen Ping. After glanced at it, he remembered what happened yesterday.
On these yellow papers is Shihua's application for star promotion, as well as various information. However, the status quo of the Immortal Sect mentioned above is quite different, and he really can't find a place in common.
said that there were over a hundred disciples of the Immortal Sect, Wen Ping glanced at Yun Liao, and there were only four of him, and one was a fish.
But he knew this was just nonsense, and the purpose was only to get a three-month security period.
"Elder Yun, accompany me to Cangwu City tomorrow morning. I won't go to the mountain to collect disciples this afternoon."
"Row."
Yun Liao nodded.
Wen Ping suddenly changed his mind and asked: "Elder Yun, can you cook?"
"This kind of trivial matter, you know a little bit."
"Okay, the food these few days will trouble you. Uncle Wang is about to pass a hundred, so it is really inconvenient to move."
"I cook?"
Yun Liao stunned.
Wen Ping is probably the first person besides his parents to ask him to cook, right?
Let him be a 13-weight cultivator to waste his time cooking, is this a bit too violent?
"After two days, I will buy some maids and I won’t need you anymore. I will surprise you again when that happens."
"Surprise?"
"Yes, let's give you a chance to learn the yellow-level low-grade pulse technique."
"Yellow-level inferior pulse technique!"
Yun Liao took a breath and looked at Wen Ping as if he had misheard.
His eyes flashed with the expectation that Wen Ping could say it again. Wen Ping could only nod vigorously to make sure that he had made no mistakes.
"Really?"
"Will I still lie to you?"
Wen Ping smiled.
Yun Liao quickly picked up the bowls and chopsticks and the dishes on the table, tidy up and put them in the wooden plates, although very strange, but smiled like a child.
Because of practicing pulse technique, this is what he wants to do in his dreams.
It's a pity that even the yellow-level lower-grade pulse technique is the treasure of the township of the 2-star sect, and it will not allow anyone other than the sect master to practice.
Now, cooking for two days, there is such a chance!
"Then I will wash the dishes first."
Yun Liao immediately walked out of the Tingyu Pavilion with the wooden tray, as if he wanted to do this thing well.
……
Yang Lele stepped out of the house, with a gray head, patted it and raised a light dust.
Soon he glanced at Zhao Qing who was practicing outside the house, and asked curiously: "You won't sleep all night, right?"
"Do people sleep in such a ghost place?"
Dilapidated houses, rotten beds, and thick dust everywhere. As a demon race, she is notoriously a nest for sleeping, but now she is extremely disgusted with sleeping places.
"In any case, we are also geniuses. Don't ask for preferential treatment, but you can't abuse us like this."
At this time, haha suddenly raised a leg on the pillar of the house, and came to pee beautifully.
Zhao Qing yelled quickly, "Look, the dog is still peeing here."
Yang Lele smiled, and immediately said: "It's a bit too ridiculous, so let's talk to Elder Yun. Although he looks cold, he must be better than Sect Master Wen who has rules for everything."
Elder Yun is the strongest person in the Immortal Sect, after all, he must have a bit of status in his words, and he must have the right to arrange a place to live.
"go."
"Go, let me say, if I can't help you change your residence today, I don't deserve to be your confidant friend!"
"you said."
Zhao Qing smiled, and hurriedly walked towards the main hall behind Yang Lele, who was behind the striding meteor.
After some searching, the two found Uncle Wang who was basking in the sun, and the mountain dog that had just returned from urinating haha.
Both guessed that the Immortal Sect was the only one besides Yun Liao and Wen Ping.
Yang Lele hesitated for a while, then asked: "Old man, have you seen Elder Yun?"
"who are you?"
Uncle Wang looked at Yang Lele with his eyes narrowed.
Yang Lele quickly replied: "Old man, we are new to the Immortal Sect. There is something to do with Elder Yun, but he can't be found everywhere. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"
"Oh, you said that little boy."
"Little white face!" Yang Lele smiled helplessly, but felt that this nickname was really appropriate, "Yes, old man, we are looking for him."
"He is inside." Uncle Wang pointed to the wooden house behind him.
"Thanks, old man."
After thanking him, Yang Lele opened the door and entered the house. However, after walking two steps, something was wrong.
Caidun!
Chopper!
Strings of peppers!
and golden corn!
Isn’t this a kitchen?
After seeing this scene, Zhao Qing couldn't help but ask: "Are we cheated by the old man?"
"impossible."
Yang Lele took two steps forward, then looked at the people squatting in the corner with some doubts, and couldn't help muttering to herself: "This figure looks like Elder Yun. Hey, it's really Elder Yun! Elder Yun, we have something to do with you. Can you give us some time?"
Yun Liao turned around when he heard someone calling him, holding a bowl in one hand and a rag in the other.
Yang Lele was taken aback, and he staggered and almost fell on the ground, "What's the situation?"
Thirteen heavy monks are washing dishes in the kitchen!
Ordinary people are relaxing outside the house in the sun.
Someone believes this?
Compared to the things that people need to do, Yang Lele feels like he has been given preferential treatment. Zhao Qing who rushed to the side said: "I think the place where we live is pretty good. Let's go and practice in the gravity field."
"Well, go to practice. I'll go and clean up the house in the afternoon." Zhao Qing followed and nodded.
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