Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

"Hey, guys, guess who I saw last night?"

The screen is stretched out and the fragrance is fragrant.

Li Fenghua was lying on his back with his feet raised on the table, hugging Bo Shang Meiji and peeling green tangerines.

"who?"

"Xingyi Bo!"

"I know Shan Xingyi, an eighteen-year-old great martial artist. Who is Xingyi Bo?"

"Stupid, do you have any brains? How can there be people with the same title but different titles? If Xingyi is promoted to a title, doesn't he become Xingyi Bo?"

"Hiss, skipped a level to be promoted? He is a grandmaster? He was eighteen years ago, and he is only in his early twenties this year. Grandmaster Zaobai is ten years old? What's Daqian's grandmaster record?"

"Daqian twenty-six?"

Everyone was stunned.

If Liang Qu hadn't caused trouble in the imperial capital the year before last, he wouldn't have cared much about practice records.

"Is it that much different?"

"Nonsense, how long has it been since the founding of Dashun? How long has it been since the founding of Dashun? A thirty-year-old grandmaster appeared in the Jiazi year, which is very powerful. Okay, let's have another Xingyibo, dominate for five years, and completely catch up. His Majesty's martial arts skills will be far improved. The former dynasty is auspicious!”

"Okay, okay, your majesty won't come to our place, and I can't hear you calling." Li Fenghua looked disgusted, "Uncle Xingyi didn't become a master either, don't ask me how I got promoted, I don't know, anyway, my dad said he was a third-level master. Waiting uncle, do you listen or not?”

"Tell me, tell me, how did you meet me?"

"Don't spread rumors outside."

The next day.

Long Yao and Long Li dried the beds, folded them and stored them in a large cabinet.

Liang Qu met the guests in the hall and pretended to be surprised: "Are you here to make elixirs too?"

"Yeah?" Chang Ruibo raised his eyebrows.

"You are the fifth person to come to my house today." Liang Qu spread his hands, "If Liang doesn't want to, there is really nothing I can do to help. I have already agreed to Marquis An Ning and Uncle Jing Fu. They all agree. I may not get the elixir until the second half of the year. I am the Holy Lord." Favor, again and again, I’m afraid His Majesty won’t be happy if he finds out.”

"Haha, it doesn't matter."

Chang Ruibo had a calm expression on his face and chatted for a few words. He wanted to leave the bank note, but Liang Qu still refused.

Farewell to Changrui Bo.

Liang Qu waved his hand: "Quick, quick, lock the door. Have you packed your things? Get on the boat quickly."

"Why didn't the elder take the money that is not hot?" Long Li closed the door, pressed the lock, and jumped with his hands behind his back with a smile.

"If you accept them all, will the Great Dan Monkey be better in the year of the horse and the month of the month?" Liang Qu was speechless.

Li Shunfeng just knows.

Uncle Jing Fu was ranked behind Marquis An Ning, with the same amount of 10,000 taels. He agreed to collect the money and expand the treasury with a decent excuse, but all the "monsters" jumped out one after another from behind.

If the excuse is too weak, the feelings will be highlighted.

Get people's money and eliminate disasters with them.

There is no disaster now, but there will be disaster in the future.

Who knows what the disaster is?

Someone must have leaked the news. There were five people there last night. Long Yao and Long Li didn't like to go out and gossip. Li Shunfeng was tactful. It was even more impossible. It could only be his son.

"Young man is really unreliable."

Liang Qu sighed.

"Let's go, elder!"

"Coming!"

Mid-January.

Pingyang is snowing.

The thin snow could not cover the folded roof tiles, which were mixed in black and white.

On the surface, the river was sailing for half a month, but in reality, Liang Qu, who had been with Long Eying for half a month, surfaced at the place where Haifangzhu was refining the Eight-Clawed King, and then returned to Pingyang.

Hebo is not in a hurry to report.

After being granted the title of Uncle Xingyi, it is inevitable to treat guests, and the wallet will bleed a lot, so get down to business first.

Inside the house.

Thick ice has condensed in the water tank.

Clamp the charcoal with long glass iron tongs and place it under the inkstone to warm it.

Liang Qu licked the ink with his pen and wrote down the consequences of possible disposal in Jian Zhongyi, as well as the whole process of successfully obtaining the "slaughter certificate".

Blow dry the ink.

"My boss?"

At noon, Chen Xiu was holding a tray to deliver food to the master in the west wing, but was intercepted by Liang Qu.

"It's okay, go about your business."

Liang Qu waved his hand and took over the responsibility of delivering food. As the old monk asked, he pressed the note with the situation at the bottom of the bowl and put it toward the door.

Giggle.

The silly chicken came running with fluttering wings, wearing a scarred face and yellow clothes, and knocked it over with one palm. Oolong swung its tail and came forward, bit the chicken head, carried it to the door of the kitchen, pressed the wings with half of its body, and continued to chew the bones.

Why!

The door is open.

Liang Qu looked away, a little surprised: "Master?"

Just when I let go, I became aware.

Have you been paying attention?

How can this be done? How can I concentrate on retreat and enlightenment when I am pretending to be something else?

The old monk gently opened his mouth, took away the note from the bottom of the bowl, and opened it for a closer look.

Liang Qu stared closely at the old monk and made sure that he had read most of it, feeling quite proud.

"Don't worry, Master, I will help you settle everything! Just wait for the snowy mountain incident and take someone else's head!"

You must be willing to pick it up in person, and I will be responsible for finishing it for you. If you are not willing, wait for a year, and I will do it for you, and I will kill you when you use it————

The old monk twisted his beads.

"When did I say I was going to kill him?"

Liang Qu was confused.

My mind didn't react immediately.

Turn around for half a day.

He scratched his hair and scratched his temples.

The Adam's apple is rolling, and there is a lot to say in my heart, but I can't understand the words.

Thousands of words stick together and spit out.

"Ah?"

The snow on the eaves slid down, cracked layer by layer, and shattered into pieces.

The old monk smiled.

Liang Qu suddenly woke up.

"call!

,

He exhaled sharply, his heart beating twitchingly, and he sat on the railing of the corridor wiping sweat.

Pyrimidine!

Startled him.

It is agreed that the monks will not gossip.

He was really shocked.

"You are different from me. I had you in the past, but you are not like this." The old monk suddenly sighed.

Different?

What's different?

Before Liang Qu could understand.

The old monk ignored the dirt on the ground, suddenly sat cross-legged, placed the lacquer plate on his knees, took out wooden chopsticks, held the porcelain bowl, poured all the dishes on the rice, and ate them quickly, very boldly.

Even Su Guishan would not do this, which was completely different from the old monk's previous image.

Not like a high monk, but more like a hero in the world.

However, in the midst of his boldness.

A unique aura that was hard to explain emerged.

"Is there any meat?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Liang Qu nodded repeatedly. He realized something and did not dare to delay at all, and hurried into the kitchen.

There were a variety of dishes on the long table, and each of them brought out a plate of meat and vegetables.

At the same time, he called out to Tata Kai and the third prince in the spiritual connection, asking them to call the Eight Desires as quickly as possible!

A black shadow flashed.

The pedestrians only felt a black wind flowing, like a big black rat passing by.

Otter got on all fours, rushed out of the door, and ran wildly on the street.

Chishan raised his front hooves, also jumped out of the fence, and ran towards Pingyang Prefecture.

Even the Long Pingjiang brothers who were working received the news.

"Go back?"

"Yes, the boss said to hurry up, very fast!" Little Mirage Dragon spoke like an arrow.

Splash!

The water flow collapsed.

Little Mirage Dragon looked around.

.

Where are the people?

Obviously, Long Eying was the farthest away, and she could use the spiritual connection and the connected waterway, but she arrived first.

He rushed into the courtyard worriedly.

Long Eying looked around and saw Liang Qu running back and forth between the kitchen and the west wing, constantly-·"·

Serving food?

Liang Qu saw Long Eying and winked.

Long Eying's eyes flashed, and she immediately understood who the protagonist was and what the matter was.

Not long after.

Several masters of the Dragon Clan rushed over, and then Su Guishan, Xu Wenzhu, Yang Dongxiong, Xu Yuelong, Wei Lin-·—

Except for Weng Lijun who could not be contacted, all the masters in Pingyang Prefecture gathered in Liang Qu's courtyard.

They held their breath and watched Liang Qu serving food and the old monk eating attentively.

Auntie Zhang didn't know what happened, she only knew that there was not enough food and she needed more. Do one round.

Chen Xiu and Fan Xinglai all went to help.

The scene was somewhat bizarre.

At first, the old monk used a small porcelain bowl, but perhaps he felt unsatisfied, so he ate two bowls and discarded the bowl and used a basin.

No bones were spit out from chicken, duck, fish and meat.

The peppers and peppercorns were not left behind.

The wooden chopsticks collided with the porcelain bowl.

The lips and teeth were soaked with the soup.

Drops fell on the robe.

No matter how much food came, it was like entering a bottomless black hole.

Fan Xinglai, the two aunts, Chen Xiu, Long Ren, Su Guishan--- There were many people in the family, the warriors had a big appetite, and Guan Congjian came to eat from time to time, so the amount of food to be prepared for one meal was definitely not small!

Gulp.

Su Guishan swallowed his saliva.

This way of eating was really a bit greedy.