Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading

The afterglow of the setting sun spreads over the entire Floating Cloud Mountain, and this is the best time for some monsters to absorb the sun essence. If you stand in the distance, you can vaguely see that the sunlight separates thousands of golden threads and falls into the Floating Cloud Mountain, which is truly beautiful.

Lu Sangen, who was wearing a pair of antlers, yawned and looked at the so-called "floating clouds and rainbows". In his eyes, this scene was far less exciting than the noodles being boiled. After all, I have been guarding the gate of Fuyunfang for ten years, and I have long been tired of seeing such a scene.

The surprise in your eyes is just the daily life of others.

Lu Sangen stretched his waist and looked up at the huge gate. The three characters "Fuyunfang" on the iron painted silver hook were flickering with white lights. This was the upcoming recruitment of Yuehua, and it also symbolized the floating clouds. Fang will officially enter the night market.

The family's mother-in-law was about to give birth, and Lu Sangen, who was only on the day shift, also began to take over the night shift. There is a night shift every three days, and you can pay 8 taels more at the end of the month. When the child is born, he will have a savings of a hundred taels, and he can also buy some mild Dan soup to nourish the child's body, so that he can walk better in the future.

If I knew that I had opened my mind, I would have to run around for life like this. I might as well be a beast and live my whole life in a daze...

Swallowing a refreshing elixir, Lu Sangen cheered up. In order to get the job of the night shift, I had a fight with a bat demon, and I fell to the ground and vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and the other side agreed to give me one-third of the share, but I must not smashed.

At this time, Lu Sangen suddenly felt a faint vibration on the ground, and he hurriedly fell on the ground and put his ears close to the ground. Sure enough, a large group of people seemed to be coming towards Fuyunfang.

Lu Sangen nimbly climbed up to the observation deck next to the archway, but with just one glance, he almost fell from the observation deck in fright. I saw a team that has been stretching for hundreds of meters is coming towards Fuyunfang, roughly no less than five or six hundred. The demonic energy above the team was surging, and there were obviously many experts.

"The bandit demon is attacking?" Lu Sangen was shocked. Fuyunfang was famous, so it would naturally be coveted. It's just the direct attack on a large scale. This is the first time that Lu Sangen has seen him.

Lu Sangen took off the Zhen Yao gong on the observation platform and was about to knock it down, but his hand suddenly raised was caught. Lu Sangen turned his head and found that it was his immediate boss, Xiang Dali, the captain of the inspection team of Fuyunfang.

"Team... Captain, so you are... a spy?"

Xiang Dali frowned: "Fuck, what are you thinking? What kind of spy am I?"

At this moment, Lu Sangen burst into tears and snotted, and rushed to hug Xiang Dali's thigh: "Captain, I won't beat the gong, nor will I resist. Kill me if you want to. Just remember that we have been friends for many years, and you must protect me. The witch who lives in my house, she still has a child in her womb..."

Xiang Dali rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand to lift Lu Sangen up, and pointed at the team: "Open your deer eyes to see clearly, that's the team of Fuyun Mountain Demon Village. The flying golden eagle, and the chubby wild boar. , and that...that...they are the village masters of the demon village!"

Lu Sangen was reminded by Xiang Dali, rubbed his eyes, looked forward again, and found that they were all faces he knew.

Xiang Dali kicked Lu Sangen: "Go, ask them what they are here for!"

Lu Sangen responded quickly and climbed down from the observation deck.

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As the moon rose, the long team of monsters entered Fuyunfang. Lu Sangen diligently opened the way and led them directly to the front of a magnificent building complex.

It was a building complex with eight large high-rise buildings in the front and back, with gardens and pavilions in the middle, and two statues of three-legged golden toads polished with gold crystals from the East China Sea stood outside the main entrance. On the high plaque is written the four big characters "Fresh Money", but what really attracts people's attention is that there is a signature next to these four characters, which reads: "Gift to Qingwei."

Qingwei, the great celestial master of the Taoist Dragon and Tiger Mysterious Temple, known as the Daojun of Qingwei.

A figure walked out of the landed money pavilion quickly, it was a thin old man who looked to be in his fifties. The old man walked very fast and kept saying, "Who, who, who, who is so daring to come to me and block the door? Let me see how many lives are there..."

The old man walked out of the gate, glanced at the demon village owners standing at the door, and stood with akimbo: "How many village owners..."

At this time, the original majestic and majestic masters of the demon village all bowed and smiled, cupped their hands together, and said, "You're welcome, shopkeeper He, look who we brought..."

"Huh?" The shopkeeper He's eyes narrowed, "Have you found our little master?"

All the Yaozhai village masters dispersed in unison, leaving a road in the middle. The shopkeeper He glanced at it and saw Song Shuhang getting off the flatbed tremblingly, straightening his clothes, clasping his fists with both hands, and learning the etiquette that he had seen before when a Confucian scholar greeted his Master. , made a Confucian ceremony: "After learning Song Shuhang, I heard that this place can save my little shopkeeper and his demon pet, and I came here to seek medical treatment..."

The shopkeeper He showed an impatient look on his face, and glanced at the village owners: "What is it? Seeking a doctor? What do you think of me? You..."

The scar-faced man who turned into a golden eagle demon stood up and said with a smile: "Treasurer He, don't worry, look at the car..."

Only then did the shopkeeper take another look at the flatbed truck, and his eyes stopped on Chen Luo's face: "This is that..."

Suddenly, Shopkeeper He glanced at the little frog with half a head on Chen Luo's chest, his eyes widened, he rushed up, slapped Song Shuhang away, and lifted the little frog out of Chen Luo's body with trembling hands. Suddenly a scream -

"what!"

"None of you are allowed to move~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Whoever moves, I will cramp and pickle..."

Then he shouted into the pavilion—

"Master, something happened to my little master..."

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Song Shuhang sat cautiously in the living room, not daring to move. He smelled the fragrant tea that was served, and he felt that the blood in his body was showing signs of heating. The wood of the chair under him has been seen by a customer. The size of the little finger is the size of the little finger. The customer regards it as a treasure and hangs it close to him. He said it was dragon blood wood watered with dragon blood. Of course, these were all foreign objects, and the one that made Song Shuhang's eyes not squinting the most was the fox girl who served on one side. Song Shuhang has never seen such a beautiful fox girl for so many years. Song Shuhang faintly felt that the other party's cultivation base was much higher than his own, but she was just a maid ordered by the shopkeeper He.

From the introduction of the shopkeeper Nahe, Song Shuhang finally understood what kind of immortal he had rescued—the human being was the newly promoted Earl of the Great Xuan Dynasty, and the little frog was the single-born grandson of the owner of the place, Grandma Jinchan.

All the monsters escorted all the way left happily, only he was named and stayed, Song Shuhang felt a little uneasy at this moment. At this moment, the shopkeeper He walked into the living room.

Song Shuhang hurriedly stood up and saluted, and the shopkeeper He returned the salute: "Song Yishi sits down for the time being, my master is healing the noble person. If Song Yishi needs to give orders, just take it back to his own house, don't be polite."

The shopkeeper He said, took a few steps forward, and said in a low voice, "Based on what I know about my master, Song Yishi can think of what reward he wants now, and he will definitely not disappoint your Excellency when you land in the Qiangge Pavilion..."

"Reward?" Song Shuhang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at the fox girl standing beside him, and quickly withdrew his gaze...

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