Returning to his old home, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but stretch out. "It feels so comfortable!!"
A golden nest or a silver nest is never as good as your own doghouse.
Compared with Quentin's luxurious mansion, although this place is not luxurious, it is simple and simple, and every corner has its own familiar feeling.
In comparison, I sleep more comfortably here.
Pangpang walked to the mirror and looked around his head carefully. After making sure that he couldn't see any problems, he looked satisfied.
As for Shuang'er, he ran upstairs and asked Christine about magic.
This time she got a lot of psychic materials for practicing, and she tried many kinds of enchantments repeatedly, and also exposed many problems, which she needed to ask Christine.
"Pangpang, that emperor's goddaughter, why are you looking for Wang Gouzi?"
Ding Xiaoyi was lying on the bed and asked about this matter lazily.
As early as when I saw Wang Gouzi, I felt that this face looked familiar, but I didn't think of it for a while, and waited for Pangpang to remind me.
He took out the painting and took a look, and sure enough, it was indeed Wang Gouzi, but the guy in the painting had gloomy eyes, far colder than the real person.
"How do I know this? Maybe there is an old relationship." Pangpang scratched his head, knowing nothing about it.
However, he still did not forget to remind her: "You can give her the news, but we don't want the things. Let her owe you a favor, and we will be of great use when the time comes."
Ding Xiaoyi knew in his heart that this favor was most likely related to the bad old man.
But after thinking about it this way, I feel like something is wrong.
Suddenly he looked at Pangpang, who was still looking at the mirror, and said suspiciously: "Pangpang, you didn't know earlier that I would meet Wang Gouzi, or you knew it a long time ago, so...
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His suspicion is not without reason.
The last time the old man took him to the City of Wasted Death, he took him to meet that woman, and after meeting him, he gave him a portrait for no apparent reason.
This time, Pangpang directly blocked the entrance of the cave, forcing him and Taoist Wuji to take risks, and then met Wang Gouzi.
These details are connected together, and I always feel that I have been clearly arranged a long time ago.
"I've been thinking too much, I've been thinking too much. It happened a long time ago. I don't have the ability to figure it out..." Pangpang denied it.
Seeing that Pangpang refused to admit it, he didn't ask further.
I couldn't help but think about what the truth said by this guy Wang Gouzi was.
He had a vague intuition that this truth seemed very important.
After the two of them went upstairs, they saw that Mr. Chen had come back.
This made Ding Xiaoyi's face suddenly show a look of surprise. He originally thought that it would take some time for Mr. Chen to come back.
Looking at his rosy face, I knew at a glance what adventure he must have had.
At this moment, Mr. Chen was preparing something. After seeing Ding Xiaoyi, a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "You're back just in time, get ready to eat."
As Mr. Chen spoke, he opened the lid of the pot, and a strong aroma immediately made Ding Xiaoyi and Pangpangwan salivate.
For the two people who had not tasted Chen's craftsmanship for a long time, this moment was simply the highlight of their lives.
Sitting on the table in a daze.
I saw Mr. Chen holding a plate with a large bowl upside down and placing it on the table. When he opened it, he saw that on the plate, the red meat slices were neatly arranged in a row.
Golden in color and overflowing with soy sauce aroma.
There is a layer of crystal juice on the skin, as if the meat slices are wrapped in a layer of crystal.
Just smelling the fragrance, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but vomit.
Pangpang was beside him, and his mouth was almost drooling.
"This dish is my improved version of braised pork with taro. Apart from being more time-consuming, everything else is easy to say."
As Mr. Chen said, he served white steamed buns one after another. The hot steamed buns that had just been cooked exuded a warm and sweet aroma.
Pair it with a bowl of tofu soup that is moderately salty and sweet. It is a perfect combination to relieve tiredness and restore sweetness.
Seeing this, the two of them were not polite, picked up their chopsticks and started to eat.
A mouthful of soft and chewy pork belly, the meat melts on the tip of the tongue before you even have time to chew it.
Fat but not greasy, with a unique lotus leaf aroma, full gravy and a mellow aftertaste.
Paired with a bite of hot white steamed buns, it feels full of happiness.
Afterwards, take a mouthful of refreshing ginger-spicy tofu soup and eat two slices of tender and delicious tofu, which is an indescribable enjoyment.
While the two of them stuffed their food into their mouths hungrily, they asked Mr. Xiang Chen: "Will you encounter any adventures when you go out this time?"
"Hey, no chance encounter, but it sounds like a coincidence."
Mr. Chen sat aside, smoking slowly with a pipe and a pot, and talked to the two about what he had seen and heard in a foreign land this time.
In a foreign land, he encountered many interesting things.
It was an ancient dynasty and there was a shortage of materials. He joined a restaurant as a cook, but he never thought that because he cooked the food so well, he ended up becoming the king's chef.
There are various rewards every day.
All kinds of mountain treasures were sent to the kitchen. One time, a stick of refined ginseng was even sent, saying that it was going to be cooked into a meal for the king.
Seeing that the ginseng king was old, he felt pity for him, so he cut off a few long beards of the ginseng king and mixed them with a big radish to make a black-bone chicken, ginseng and radish soup and served it to the king.
But King Shen was secretly released by him. Later, the ancient country was invaded and the king committed suicide by hanging himself from a beam.
Instead, he was rescued by King Shen using his escape technique.
When the two said goodbye, King Shen sent him to find an underground divine spring and let him soak in it. After nourishing it, he actually reshaped his body and his strength increased dramatically.
To put it bluntly, Mr. Chen can easily pin the disaster spirit to the ground and beat him.
After hearing Mr. Chen's explanation of the situation, Ding Xiaoyi and Pangpang were amazed.
"Mr. Chen has a physical body, does it count as being resurrected?" At this time, Ding Xiaoyi thought of this question and asked Pangpang.
Pangpang shook his head: "This physical body is fake. It is called the Yin body. It is a Dharma body that the Yin soul can cultivate after it reaches a certain level. Although it is not resurrected, it has entered the threshold of ghosts and immortals. Mr. Chen is so lucky.
."
After Pangpang explained, Ding Xiaoyi and Mr. Chen were relieved.
It has to be said that Mr. Chen is worthy of having the physique of a European emperor. With the [Shangrui] White Deer as his bodyguard, he will always encounter adventures wherever he goes.
In fact, it is enviable.
"By the way, where are the big ones? I even brought a lot of gifts to them."
Mr. Chen was still worried about Big Tou and his children. When he came back, he especially brought a lot of gifts to Big Tou.
"Oh, I would have forgotten it if you didn't tell me."
Only then did Ding Xiaoyi remember, and quickly released the psychic space, releasing the big ones.
As for the magma king Fairjord, I originally wanted to kill him, but seeing how happy the others were having fun, I thought about it and just kept him.
He flicked his sleeves and saw Fairhold rolling to the ground. After rolling on the ground, he raised his head in disgrace.
His face was covered with mud and he was in a very embarrassed state.
"Where is this?"
Fairhold looked at the small foreign-style building in front of him with a blank expression on his face.
"Hey, isn't this Fairjord?"
At this time, a sound of surprise came, and Fairhold followed the sound and looked around. When he saw Mr. Chen's face, he couldn't help but feel his head buzzing.
"Chen...Chen Xinghe??" he exclaimed in disbelief.
Although the Chen Xinghe in front of him was much younger and looked to be in his forties, he was certain that this was Chen Xinghe.
"Mr. Chen, are you familiar with each other?" Ding Xiaoyi asked in a low voice.
If he is an acquaintance of Mr. Chen, he will not look at the monk's face but the Buddha's face in this matter, and he will not embarrass him too much.
"acquaintance?"
Mr. Chen grinned: "Hey, I'm the patriarch of a big family. How come you are familiar with me? We just know each other."
We are all from the same era, so we naturally recognize each other, but we cannot say that we are familiar with each other.
"No, Lao Chen, we all came from the same trench, so don't wait until death to save us!"
Upon hearing this, Fairhold immediately wanted to rush forward and hug Mr. Chen's thigh to ask for help.
But Mr. Chen was the first to avoid it: "No, you are a big shot sitting in the command post. A loser like me would not dare to call you a comrade-in-arms."
Ding Xiaoyi knew what was going on as soon as he heard this, and waved his hand: "Big head, pull him away!"
Datou, who was already at the side, was also worried at first. When he heard that Mr. Chen was not familiar with this guy, he immediately broke out into a big smile.
Involuntarily, Fairjord was picked up by his tentacles and ran to the lawn nearby, eager to introduce him to everyone.
I saw Meatball, Atun, Squirrel, and Red Hair sitting in a row.
Fairjord took a closer look, looked at the ugly face of the red hair, and then looked at the slime-like flesh ball on the side, and thought to himself: "Oh my god, what kind of monsters are these??"
I saw the big head waving his thick tentacles, pointing at the meat balls in a serious manner, and began to introduce them one by one: "Qiuqiu~~Tuntun~~Rongrong~~Maomao~~"
Listening to the names of these ghosts and monsters in front of him, Fairjord twitched the corner of his mouth and felt like crying. He thought: "When I get there, I won't have such a weird name, right? Dede? Feifei?"
Unexpectedly, after the big head finished the introduction, he sat down next to the meatball and pointed at Fairjord, who was sitting on the opposite side.
ヾ(?)?"Pet!"
ヽ(゜5゜)乂(*′?`*)乂(?`●): “yesir!”
Next to him, Hongmao raised his hand, and when he saw Meatball, Atun, and Squirrel dancing, he suddenly felt a cold sweat in his heart: "It's okay, it's okay..."
Fairjord's face froze, and he looked at the monsters in front of him in disbelief.
"I am the leader of the Magma King, Fairjord Zeke family..." Fairjord's protest was quickly interrupted.
Datou took out any pot and prepared to make a pot of delicious and hearty delicacies for Fairjord. Of course, as a pet, Fairjord still had to play the role of the fireman.
"Xiao Yi, our place is getting more and more lively, but the place is a bit small."
Mr. Chen sat on the chair, looking at Fairjord who was compromising under the big head's lust, and couldn't help but said with a smile on his face.
"Yes, isn't this a bet with the Emperor? We didn't win. If we win, the woods next to us will also belong to our family."
Thinking of this incident, Ding Xiaoyi felt a little unhappy. The original bet with the emperor was in the woods next to his home.
At least two acres of land.
But in the end, the bet went bad, and the emperor didn't even fart.
Just thinking about it makes me feel so sad.
Pangpang scratched his head and said with a bad smile: "Actually, this matter may not be impossible to do."
After hearing what he said, Ding Xiaoyi and Mr. Chen suddenly looked at Pangpang.
Seeing this, Pangpang curled his lips and said, "You can rent it from the empress."
"rent?"
"Yes, strictly speaking, the empress is the biggest tenant of the entire ghost, and the land in Fusheng City is what the empress leased to the emperor.
In addition to the City of Fusi, there is also the Blood God Palace of the Blood River Ancestor, and my dojo is specially approved by the Empress. Although the effect is not as good as a private residence like yours, it still has the effectiveness of the rules."
Pangpang explained the difference between leased and private land in detail.
In fact, there is not much difference. The lessor still has jurisdiction over the rented place, and others cannot easily enter.
It's just that it is far less authoritative than private land.
Some people who are powerful or have official positions in the underworld can still travel unimpeded. The most important thing is that others can still figure out what happened on the rented land.
"That's right!" Ding Xiaoyi nodded.
I think this is not bad. I can rent the woods on the side and build a bigger house for Datou.
In the future, if there are any leeks that you like, let them be managed by Datou, so as to save manpower vacancies every time.
Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes lit up and he asked Pangpang, "How should I tell my queen about this?"
It is not difficult for me to see a queen that is rare for others.
But the problem is, how to talk to the empress about this.
You can't expose your empress's identity, even if everyone knows it, even the empress herself knows it.
But the interesting part of the game is that everyone tacitly denies this matter.
If I expose this matter to my empress, will I still get any good results?
The answer is obviously no.
"Aren't you going to Waishi City to return your mission? You can just go through the regular channels then. Waishi City has a household office and the rent is not expensive. In this wilderness, it only costs a dozen or so notes to survive."
After Pangpang finished speaking, he changed his mind and changed his words: "Wait, no, you can't rent. The empress and the emperor are very unhappy because of your affairs. I heard they even got into a fight. If you go to rent, the empress
Even if they recognize you, the people below may not dare to rent to you."
"ah!"
Ding Xiaoyi didn't expect that this matter seemed to be easy to handle.
Just in times of trouble.
Suddenly, I heard Fairjord's scream from the distance: "No~~~I won't eat~~I won't... Gudong Gudong..."
When he looked back, he saw Fairhold being held in his arms by a fat, five-flowered man. There was something steaming in the pot in front of him. He didn't know what it was, but it was obviously a nutritious meal prepared by Big Tou for Fairhold.
Not to mention the taste, just by looking at the dark appearance, I knew it would not taste good.
Hongmao on the side would hold up a spoon from time to time: "Dede, just eat it, we have all come this way."
"I... Gudong Gudong" Fairhold opened his mouth and was fed another spoonful.
The unspeakable strange smell made Fairhold worse than death. After struggling for a few times, he finally found that his strength was as strong as that of a baby compared to his big head.
Tears of grievance rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
Seeing how noisy they were, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes suddenly lit up and he said to Pangpang, "I have an idea."