Ayina shook her two braids and said excitedly: "Now Mr. Bird gives me money every month, I have money now. I can buy whatever I want. I no longer have no money to buy things like before." "
Although it happened a long time ago and everyone around her knew it, she still couldn't wait to tell everyone who didn't know the exciting news.
"Is he so good?" Gong Liang asked in surprise.
"Um"
Ayina nodded heavily, Old Man Bird was treating her very well now.
However, Gongliang noticed something fishy from the following conversation.
You must know that Ayina did not get paid when she worked at Qin Huali's place. Later, she returned to the tribe and brought several girls over. Qin Huali was afraid that they would be tired of the work and would not have any money, so they colluded and ran away, so they reluctantly paid After Ayina was able to produce low-level magic weapons, Qin Huali began to give her a commission, but it was very small. It was not paid until the end of the month. In this way, Ayina was still grateful and gave Qin Huali a commission. A good person award was presented.
But compared to before, life for Ayina and the others was undoubtedly much better.
The Momen's talents were withering in the Great Wilderness, and they were under the protection of the Dayan tribe. In order to close the relationship with each other, Qin Huali finally accepted Ayina and several Dayan girls as disciples.
Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise. Although the Dayan people were not flexible and could not innovate, they were able to build it according to the mechanism he gave them. The most important thing for a branch of Momen like Qin Huali who has gone far away is not development. Innovation, but inheritance.
With the capabilities of Dayan people, innovation may not be enough, but it is more than enough to pass on the sect.
It's a pity that I'm not from the East. This is Qin Huali's biggest regret.
If he is not from Dongtu, it means that he cannot inherit the position of the great son of Momen, so he has to continue to look for disciples from Dongtu.
While Ayina was talking, she led Gongliang and others forward in a swaggering manner. After a while, Gongliang discovered that they seemed to be walking in the direction of the temple where the Da Yan tribe was stationed.
Sure enough, after a while, they arrived at Da Yan's station.
At exactly noon, the residents gathered together to have a meal.
Ayina walked to the kitchen door on the left with a group of people and shouted to a Dayan man who was serving food to others: "Longka, bring me a bucket of rice and a pot of tiger bean stewed beef, and then give me They also take a share."
Gong Liang thought that she really invited him to dinner, but he didn't expect that she came to the station to eat.
After Ayina finished her instructions, she turned to Gong Liang and said seriously: "Our tribal rice is cooked with low-grade spiritual rice. It is very delicious and can make you stronger after eating it."
When Longka heard Ayina's words, he stretched his head and looked at Gongliang and others.
He didn't know Gongliang, and when he saw Jingshu and the other Eastern natives, he couldn't help but wonder: "Ayina, only our tribesmen can eat the food at the station. Outsiders are not allowed to come over to eat."
Ayina glared and shouted: "You bastard, are you like the four idiots? Your brain is broken and you don't recognize people anymore. You don't even know who this is. He is a good man from his ancestral land. The last ten-year ceremony First place in the arena competition, winner of a hundred battles in a row. If he can't eat here, who else can come."
How could Longka know this?
"Hurry up and cook, hurry up and cook." Several girls nearby shouted impatiently.
Although Longka is strong and strong, he has just left the tribe to go out for training.
Now that I was being yelled at by several girls, I felt so humiliated that I couldn't help but look at the tribesmen who were eating, hoping that they would uphold justice.
The people who were eating noticed his gaze, and quickly pretended not to see it, and buried themselves in eating. Just kidding, are tribal girls easy to deal with? But it would be better if they went there to uphold justice and were beaten down by those girls.
Come on, don’t spread the word so that you will be laughed to death.
Longka didn't expect these guys to be so unloyal. Fortunately, when he was cooking, he would beat them a little more, and the food wouldn't shake. Next time, he must learn from others and shake it a few more times, so that they can't see the meat.
"Little one, where is my food?"
Longka was thinking about how to retaliate when he suddenly heard a shout coming from his ears. He turned around and saw the elder Dao Meng with yellow eyebrows and red face appearing beside him out of nowhere.
"Elder, your fine spiritual rice is hot inside. I'll get it right away."
"Um"
Dao responded loudly, turned around and looked around, found Gongliang, and wondered why he was here. Looking again, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted: "Boy, how come your cultivation level is so high?"
I remember that when this little thing left the wilderness and traveled to the Eastern Land, he was still in the realm of cave heaven or transformed spirit. How come he reached the realm of illusory silence after not seeing him for several years.
How can this be?
He thought he was dazzled, so he looked again, only to find that it was still illusive.
For a moment, his eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out of his head.
Gongliang scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "When the sect had nothing to do, I just immersed myself in practicing. I didn't expect that after practicing, I would reach this state."
When Dao Meng heard what he said, his red face slowly turned dark. Is there anyone in this world who can reach the realm of illusory silence with practice? Then why has he practiced for so many years and still stayed in this realm motionless? It feels like Gongliang is teasing him.
Dao himself snorted, took the food that Longka brought out, turned around and left.
"Boy, don't say I didn't tell you. With your current cultivation level, you can enter the temple again. Don't lose this opportunity."
Gongliang didn't expect that the elder would send a message to him, and he thought he was angry.
However, he had no idea of going to the temple right away. He wanted to wait until he came back from Yanbu before going to the temple to see it.
Seeing that he knew the elders, Longka didn't say anything more and started to get them food.
Although Mi Gu has been raised to be naughty now, he is not very interested in things made from low-grade spiritual things. But the beef stewed with tiger beans cooked in a large pot is very delicious, and it arouses the little guy's greed for a while. It doesn't matter if it's nothing.
The food cooked by Reiki was also eaten together with the daddy, and it was delicious.
However, the little guy is still quite conscientious.
After eating, he did not forget to flatter Dad and said: "Dad, this beef and bean stew is not as delicious as the one you made. The beef and bean stew cooked by Dad is more delicious."
Jingshu, Yanshu and Yushu laughed when they heard this.
Gongliang couldn't help but hug the cute little thing and rub her little head with his chin. This little thing is really adorable.
After eating and resting for a while, he went with Ayina and the others to visit Qin Huali and the old Confucian who had no title of master or disciple, but had the feeling of teaching.
In the backyard of Qingyang Bookstore, there is a small Xie Zhong near the water, a fire is burning, and the water in the pottery pot is boiling.
The old Confucian picked up the pottery pot, poured water into the cup, washed it, and made tea.
Gong Liang looked at the courtyard. Several clusters of new branches grew beside the yellow and white crab chrysanthemums planted on the right side of the pool; and the thick golden osmanthus on the left was also covered with a new layer of clothes. At this time, the person was still the same person here, but the scenery was different.
This is no longer the case.
A stream of tea fragrance floated over in the wind. The old Confucian raised his pottery cup and signaled to Gong Liang and the three sisters of the Yan family, "Please."
Gongliang picked up the pottery cup and bowed, saying: "Please."
"Please." Jing Shu also saluted with her two younger sisters.
Gong Liang looked into the pottery cup, and the golden tea soup like jade and amber came into his eyes. He took a sip and found that the taste was still the same as before, with a hint of sweetness and astringency.
Jingshu and the others also drank tea roasted from a sub-strain of the tea tree in the old Confucian courtyard. However, the sub-strain was planted in a place with abundant spiritual energy in the space and has transformed into spiritual tea. The aura contained in the tea leaves is no longer comparable to that of the mother tree. Except that except for
Apart from the aura, the sub-strain has lost some of the precipitation of the years and a few traces of charm.
Migu didn't like drinking tea, so he took out the little spirit gourd and drank the juice mixed with venom.
"I haven't seen you for several years, but Master is still as energetic as before. I just took a look and found that there seem to be more students in the library than before."
"It's definitely a bit more."
The old Confucian touched his gray beard and said: "The wilderness is rich in products, and the people of the East see the profits, so more and more people come here to do business, and some even move their families here. These children must be enlightened.
Just bring him here. Coupled with the deserted people in the temple, there are more and more people studying."
"In this case, it will cause trouble for the master."
The old Confucian shook his head and said: "Teaching and educating people is so hard."
Gongliang was afraid of disturbing his master, so he had a conversation with him, presented him with gifts from the East, and then left.
The old Confucian sent them to the door. The old servant Mo Li accompanied him. He looked at Gong Liang's leaving figure and sighed leisurely: "We haven't seen each other for a few years. The little guy who was still in the Cave Heaven Realm has actually cultivated to the Realm of Illusion and Silence. What a time."