The Mouse is gone, which is a huge blow to the Twelve Spirits. Now all the work of the Mouse is temporarily taken over by the Mountain King, who is currently sitting in the room, lighting a cigarette and looking out the window quietly.
He knew that Qing Lingzi's old dog was targeting him, but now he had no way to fight against Qing Lingzi. This kind of scheming dog was really disgusting.
"It's obviously just such a small matter. It's not that he couldn't catch Ku Qingzhou from the beginning. He was just guiding the matter to ferment. I believe he deliberately let Ku Qingzhou go on more than one occasion."
"Wai San Que Yi. A qualified politician should turn all sudden events into resources that are beneficial to him. If he curbs the development of the situation from the beginning, he will get very little or even no benefit."
King Shan is following the video of the previous generation of mice. He has now settled in the Shanhai Realm. After all, he is Bai Ze's first generation disciple. His status in the Shanhai Realm is basically that of the Prince of Alien Beasts. There is no problem in settling down.
"I admit this, I can't avoid it." The mouse smiled helplessly: "That's fine."
"What are you going to do next?"
Hearing the question from the Mountain King, Mouse walked to the window and looked outside with his mobile phone: "Did you see the vegetable field at the back? At the foot of the south mountain where beans are planted, the grass is full of bean sprouts and there are few bean sprouts."
"You really don't want to ask anymore?"
"How can I interfere? Who will believe me? You have to know that I was the one who led the Twelve Spirits against the Mountain and Sea Realm, and was a traitor to the Mountain and Sea Realm. Now that I have returned to the Mountain and Sea Realm, I can have the life I have now because of it.
The relationship between master and disciple has become stronger. And how can I interfere? If I help the world of mountains and seas, it would be unjust, and if I help the world of human beings, it would be unfilial. Qing Lingzi at least left me a name of benevolence, justice, loyalty and filial piety. I
Is it possible that I have to kill myself?"
Mouse shook his head helplessly, and then sighed: "I plan to open an Internet cafe here. I found that the beast tribe is still very backward. I will open an Internet cafe here and give them classes when I have nothing to do. You don't have to worry about me.
I’m relatively safe here.”
This is not a lie. After all, a mouse is a mouse. Bai Ze’s first disciple, the senior brother of Wan Yao, even if he is later assigned to the human world, he will still be the senior brother when he comes back, even if some core secrets will not be given away.
He knew it, but the connections and reputation were still there, so safety would definitely be no problem.
Anyway, although I am quite unwilling to do so, in short, this is probably the best ending among all badends. Mouse still admires Qing Lingzi for this. He can choose whether to be a living or dead game. This is
It's really awesome.
"What about the second generation of Shushu? Do you have anyone to recommend?"
"I don't have it, and I can't push it away if I do. It's better to do this as soon as possible. Let's not talk about it for now. I'm going to prepare the land, turn it over and pull out the grass before it rains."
But just a second before the mouse turned off the video, the Mountain King heard a woman's voice coming from his side: "It's near the north. Didn't you say you would take me out for a walk? Why are you still chatting with people?"
The Mountain King looked at the hung up video and sneered: "Farming, haha."
The biggest dilemma they are facing now is not whether Qing Lingzi can engage others, but who should be chosen as the new second generation of Shushu. As the new leader of the Twelve Spirits, the Mountain King now has one head and two heads.
After all, to become the Twelve Spirits, you must either have the inheritance of the Twelve Spirits of the previous generation like Xu Wei, or you must be like the little snake who naturally awakens in the middle. Random selection is not possible, and under normal circumstances, the Twelve Spirits
It will not be missing. Even the twelve spirits that have not returned to their places are still showing that they are "awakening", but the Rattus area is directly black, just like the unsolved Pokémon Pokédex.
"This thing is so bad, my head hurts."
After understanding the situation, Xiao Ma glanced at Hu Deyou who was studying next to him, and hissed for a while: "No, I'll try a back door and turn you into a twelve spirit."
"You are really whimsical." Qing Lingzi sat there and took a sip from the tea cup: "Is this something you can decide?"
"That's true, but if we don't find a new rat within a year, there will be a big disaster next year when the earthly branches collapse. Qing Lingzi, look at what you've caused. By next year, everyone will be devastated and the ground will be starved. What do you think?
Account to the Holy Lord!"
Xiao Ma's half-joking words made Qing Lingzi frown and think seriously: "This is indeed a big deal, but I can't get involved in the twelve spirits. You still need to select it yourself.
"
"You think this thing is the reincarnation of a living F? Just give me an address and tell me what it is. This thing is the choice of the earthly branches. If one disappears, the other will appear only after activating the Fuxi Wheel. The key is that there are only twelve people who can activate the Fuxi Wheel.
That person who is spiritually proficient in destiny, guess who got rid of that person?"
Qing Lingzi: "Hiss... there's a bug."
"Now that no one can activate Fu Xi Lun, there will be no way for new candidates to appear. Even the King of Heaven came and I didn't recruit anyone. You didn't expect it, didn't Shu Shu tell you about this when you messed with Shu Shu, right? That's all.
Foxes who have lived for thousands of years, no one is on their guard." Xiao Ma crossed his legs and leaned there: "Even if you, Qing Lingzi, have the power to reach the sky, can you still interfere in the internal affairs of the Twelve Spirits? It's okay now, next year's birthday
When disaster strikes, are you ready to write an edict to punish oneself?"
Qing Lingzi paced back and forth with his hands behind his back: "I made a mistake."
"It's not that you made a mistake, it's that you made too many decisions, forcing people to defend and counterattack. I know that basically all the Twelve Spirits of this generation are useless, but actually if you think about it, sometimes they are really not very good.
The two spirits are waste and there are fewer and fewer places that need the twelve spirits. In fact, this is also the ultimate goal of the twelve spirits. The twelve spirits themselves came down to be nannies for the world, including astronomy, calendar, farming and animal husbandry. Now in the human world
The world is no longer the swaddled baby it was at the beginning, and the twelve spirits have of course slowly turned into totems, no longer needing to do anything."
Xiao Ma raised his head and looked at Qing Lingzi: "You, you, you have been too murderous all your life, and you have been blinded by your anger. I am not picking on you, or I am saying that no one is perfect, even you, Qing Lingzi, can't escape
Open this perfect and perfect nine."
Qing Lingzi did not lose his temper this time, but stood at the window and looked outside: "Is it true that other people can't activate Fuxi Pan?"
"I can't do it anyway, but the Mountain King might. But the Mountain King wants you to die." Xiao Ma turned his head and looked at Qing Lingzi: "If you want to fight, just fight to the death. You care about the common people, and the twelve spirits care about a hammer."
Qing Lingzi looked out the window with his hands behind his back and said nothing for a long time. Xiao Ma knew that he was thinking of a solution, but this matter has become a dead end now, and there is no possibility of reconciliation.
What is Brother Zhang doing at this time? Brother Zhang is planting sweet potatoes.
He dug up a piece of land in a corner of the farm. The farm puppy beside him was flapping butterflies. Brother Zhang, wearing a straw hat, was as quiet and peaceful as he had been at any time in the past.
Many people say that Brother Zhang will be pitiful because of his status, but in fact he never feels that way. He always tells others that he is living a good life.
And many people think that what he said is that he has supreme power. In fact, it is not the case. Power is just the added value that work brings to him. What he really gets is freedom, absolute freedom.
Freedom is a word that only exists in books. As long as a person is born, there is no complete freedom, otherwise the Buddhists would not say that all living beings suffer, but Brother Zhang has complete freedom.
He can do everything he wants to do and refuse everything he doesn't want to do. The only thing that can restrain him is his own noble morality. This is true freedom.
He doesn't care about becoming an immortal or a Buddha. He doesn't care about overt and covert fights. He doesn't need intrigues, and he doesn't need gold, silver, or jewelry.
The only thing that can drive him is "I am happy". No matter how violent the world is outside, when it comes to him, it is just two words: comfort.
"Master Zhang, what are you eating today?"
Chen Zhiming's voice sounded from behind Brother Zhang. Chen Zhiming, who had just returned at noon, was standing behind, pulling on the fence and watching Brother Zhang planting sweet potatoes, and then asked him a question.
She works here. The salary is not high, the work is hard, and the place is remote. It's not really a good job, but the food here is really good. For example, yesterday, she had chicken sauce and tofu soup with freshly fried chicken for breakfast.
Fried dough sticks and yam pancakes made from yams dug from the mountains behind her farm. Lunch was beef cubes with black pepper and snowflakes, boneless eel, stir-fried peanut sprouts and steamed bacon. Although the taste was relatively bland, she was from Sichuan and Chongqing.
The tastes are a bit different, but both the ingredients and the craftsmanship are top-notch. It tastes just like a high-end restaurant. No one will believe that this is the food in the workplace cafeteria after taking pictures.
It’s even more outrageous in the evening, with three cold and three hot soups. The cold dishes are crispy braised goose feet, mountain delicacies, and spicy and sour sting head. The hot dishes are plum pork ribs, braised beef tendon and northern iron lion head, and the soup is
Gastrodia and pigeon soup.
Before, Chen Zhiming’s mother was worried that she wouldn’t have enough to eat here. Since Chen Zhiming posted food on WeChat every day, her mother no longer worries about whether she can eat enough, but worries about how much it will cost her to eat like this. After knowing that this is an employee
After serving the dishes in the cafeteria, his whole family was shocked and asked her if she was not paid every month when she went to work and was given food every day.
"Today." Brother Zhang straightened up: "I bought some river fish in the town in the morning. I will fry the river fish for lunch, as well as steamed chicken and twice-cooked pork. I also prepared sweet potato syrup."
"Okay!" Chen Zhiming clapped his hands happily when he heard there was sweet potato syrup: "Master Zhang, you look so young, why are you so good at cooking?"
Brother Zhang lowered his eyes and chuckled: "I am forty."
"Ah!" Chen Zhiming's eyes widened: "My dad is only forty-four..."
This is not her fault, because Brother Zhang will always be fixed at the age of 21. Time has no meaning to him. Forty or fifty is just a counting unit. But for Chen Zhiming, it is a bit outrageous.
Now, his father looks very old even at forty-four, and Master Zhang claims to be forty but looks younger than his brother...
What kind of evil maintenance method is this...
However, Chen Zhiming didn't ask any more questions. She had experienced some strange things here, such as the big mantis flying around the farm all day long, and the strange group of people in the back mountain who did nothing every day.
He is a weirdo who practices cultivation.
Nowadays, it is quite normal to meet a canteen chef who is forty years old but looks like he is twenty years old.
Brother Zhang walked out of the vegetable field carrying a hoe, and Chen Zhiming immediately followed him, and they returned to the canteen together. She didn't say anything, just lying on the stove and watching Brother Zhang cook.
It's not that she was confused by Brother Zhang's beauty, but that Brother Zhang really has a sense of high-end cooking. It's as good-looking as one of those specially filmed food documentaries. Moreover, his cooking is also very clean, and the kitchen is tidied up better.
Her bedroom is still clean, not as smoky and dark as she imagined. The whole process is like a chef working in a super high-end restaurant. The operation is very pleasing to the eye. It is better than some cooking fairy.
The Puro Immortal is much more classy.
Use a small sharp knife to clean the small fish, then fry it in the pan until golden and crispy. This process is very healing. After a plate full of small fish is fried, add onions, ginger, and garlic to the pan, and finally return the small fish to the pan.
Stir-fry and add a spoonful of soy sauce, a spoonful of oyster sauce, a spoonful of cooking wine and half a spoonful of sugar. The dehydrated fish quickly absorbs the flavor of the sauce, and the aroma is immediately diffused. Finally, add chopped chili peppers, and the fire is like this
It's ready to be cooked.
This dish looks very homely, but in fact it tastes really good. It’s a perfect addition to meals.
What Chen Zhiming is most looking forward to is the twice-cooked pork, because people from areas with heavy flavors tend to have a heavier taste than here, and most of them usually eat lighter food. Now when I hear the twice-cooked pork, my gluttons are aroused.
Today is an unusually bright sun in the rainy spring in the south. The bright sunshine outside shines through the large floor-to-ceiling glass, making the place feel retro and elegant all of a sudden.
At this time, if you can play some light music with a petty bourgeois feel, take photos here and post them on Moments, if you don’t include a location, people will think that this is the kind of place in some big city where a person costs thousands or tens of thousands of dollars.
In this perverted restaurant, no one would have imagined that this is just a staff canteen on a farm in the countryside.
After finishing a few dishes, Brother Zhang wiped his hands and went to the lounge chair next to him to read a book. Chen Zhiming made a meal for himself and sat there waiting for the meal to be served. Suddenly she felt that the composition of this picture was like this
The scene was very suitable for taking pictures, so she put down her job and rushed back to her dormitory, took out her camera and ran back. After finding the right camera position, she took a picture of Brother Zhang who was reading a book, and then took a picture of the countryside outside through the window.
She also took a picture in the wilderness, but she still felt it was not enough, so she continued to take pictures.
She seemed to lose track of time while patting, and when she turned around, she suddenly found that her surroundings were completely different. There was no food on the table, and Brother Zhang was no longer in front of her.
"Where am I?" Chen Zhiming looked around in confusion, then opened the door. Outside the door was an old street at dusk. There were people bustling on the street. When she turned around, she found that the place where she was had turned into