Reborn Just To Be a Big Shot Family Freeloader

  Chapter 481

   Out of the humanitarian sympathy of the European emperor for the African chiefs, Qixun generously made a pot of Iron Goddess of Mercy for her master.

   "Master, this is a famous tea from my hometown. Although it may not be useful to your practice based on your cultivation, it is better than the unique and mellow taste. I planted it myself, and my third sister fried it. You can taste it."

   brewed tea, and gave her master some exquisite desserts with tea: "My second brother's baked desserts."

   After taking the dessert, she thought that there was no shortage of fruit, and she took out a few fruit varieties from her previous life and put them in a glass plate: "My fifth sister planted it herself."

   Thinking about it again, her master, a poor ghost, might be able to enjoy a few good days when she is with her. As soon as she left her, she had to live a hard life, and she really couldn't bear the old age as an apprentice.

  Although there are animal skin blankets, but sitting cross-legged like this all the time, can the old waist bear it?

   That's all, respect the old and love the young, the fine tradition of the hometown.

   simply took a lazy sofa that she had treasured in her previous life and let her master lie down.

   Drunk Hou leaned up at her suggestion, imitating his apprentice and said, "Treasure, you enjoy, the princess of your Great Xia Kingdom, isn't as beautiful as you are?"

  What is it, so comfortable?

   Qixun chuckled: "I don't know about the princess of the Great Xia Kingdom, but the prince and the prince's direct son of the Great Xia Kingdom are not as comfortable as me anyway."

  The glass house of Prince Yu and the young master was decorated by her family.

   Drunk Hou choked in his heart and waved his hand: "Go to your work."

   Qixun carried Babai and went to pick star fruit.

   Busy until noon, half of the picking, looking at Babai who was conscientiously making snacks for himself, Qixun felt that the little guy should rest.

  Her family, Babai, has never done one thing and focused on it for such a long time.

   It can be seen how much I love Xingguo.

   But the little guy worked so diligently, Qixun felt distressed.

   Gravity is no better than other places. Don’t look at it as just picking fruits, but you have to resist gravity, which is actually a very tiring job.

   "Babai, take a break first, eat something, and then we will continue to work. There are not many left, and we will definitely be able to finish picking today."

  Babai heard it, and ran over, his little short legs were obviously not as happy as usual.

   Qixun hugged Babai in distress and went back to her master.

   I saw Drunk Hou half-lying on the lazy sofa, holding a book in one hand, twisting a piece of fruit into his mouth from time to time in the other, and occasionally picking up a teacup to take a sip, this is a treat!

   is simply enviable.

   Qixun felt unhappy all of a sudden, there is no harm if there is no comparison.

   Her master didn't pick fruit because he was too lazy to fight the poor ghost, so he chose to lie down.

   But he, the poor ghost, has his own filial piety as the richest man in the six realms, so the poor, at least temporarily, live the life of the emperor.

   And he, the richest man, who should rely on wisdom to reach the top of his life, but avoids his weaknesses and does physical farm work!

   Does this sound like a story!

   Qixun's eyes rolled, and he had to worry about it. He first took out the purple bamboo and fruit, waited for her to eat first, and then took out his own and Master's lunch.

   "Master, are you looking at my mother's poetry collection?"

  Drunken Hou nodded.

Qi Xun smiled: "I didn't expect that Master still likes poetry and prose. I have three great poets who I like very much. One is named Li Bai, who is known as a poet in the world, the other is named Su Shi, who is known as the first poet of the ages, and the other is named Xin Qiji, who is both civil and military. I'll send you the poetry collection of the three of them when I turn around."

   While eating, the two chatted about the poems of Qixun Mei Niang.

   After eating, seven search for breathing. After the spiritual power was fully recovered, Qixun smiled and took out several hundred kilograms of purple bamboo.

  Babai 嘤嘤: "This bamboo is too old, and it has been soaked. It is not delicious, so don't do it."

The drunken Hou said inexplicably: "What are you doing with so many purple bamboos? These purple bamboos are also considered rare spirits. You are lucky to have obtained so many. Hey, most of them are thousand-year-old purple bamboos, which are considered to be high-quality refining materials. Isn't it a bit of a waste to eat dumplings?"

   Qi Xun smiled and said to her master: "Master, I am a talisman master, but the talisman paper bought outside is really not very useful. The real top talisman masters, all the talisman papers, are mostly made for themselves.

  Purple Bamboo is the raw material of the best talisman paper. But you are obedient to me, your cultivation is not enough, these thousand-year-old purple bamboos are really difficult to deal with.

   For the sake of your obedient talisman, can you help me deal with these purple bamboos? These thousand-year-old purple bamboos, if they do not have a cultivation level above the Grandmaster Realm, can't handle it. If you don't help your disciple, your disciple will have no talisman paper to practice Talisman Dao. "

   The after-dinner tea in the hands of the drunken man suddenly became unscented.

So many purple bamboos are basically thousands of years old. Purple bamboos are already fast and hard to handle. If these hundreds of kilograms are to be processed to the extent that they can be used to make talisman paper, even if he, the Wuzun, has exhausted his spiritual power, he thinks It took half a day to deal with it, and it is estimated that it is a little overhang.

  He is a good boy, is he looking for trouble for him because he is idle and uncomfortable?

   "You want to die from exhaustion as a teacher, right? A scoundrel!" Drunk Hou sighed. If it wasn't for what the disciple said was actually true, this Zizhu didn't have any cultivation base, so he really couldn't handle it, and he wanted to interrupt the scoundrel.

   Seeing her master accept her fate, Qixun secretly felt happy in her heart, but looked very guilty: "It's hard work, Master. When I find the second brother, I will ask the second brother to make you a full-fledged banquet, and let you eat for three days and three nights."

   Drunk Hou heard that he had something to eat, and he could eat for three days and three nights. He felt a little comforted: "What is the Manchurian banquet?"

   "It is said that it is a state banquet in a country with an extremely developed catering industry. It brings together major cuisines from several ethnic groups, mainly Manchu and Han cuisines.

   I have only tasted part of it. Anyway, if you try it later, you will never regret it! My second brother didn't even fill the whole table for my father and my mother! Master, did you take advantage of your creations? "

  The Drunken Hou immediately became motivated, and said proudly: "It is about my disciple's cultivation, and it is my duty to be a teacher! Good disciple, tell my teacher what to do with these bamboos."

Qi Xun smiled: "Thank you Master, I know that you love me the most. These bamboos have been soaked and the first process has been processed. Now you need to repeatedly beat the bamboos into strips, chop them into finger widths and lengths, and then immerse them in the spirit. The spirit water made of liquid can be made into a paddle."

   Drunk Hou: ". The labor and management regret now, is it too late?"

  Seven times to find the way of the heart, regret it now, obviously it is too late.

   "Two jars of monkey wine and two jars of strong liquor."

  The Drunken Hou had a loving look on his face: "Because of my obedient disciple, I will run smoothly, how can I say no to my teacher for this matter?"

   Qixun's face is obedient: "Master, you are so kind. This altar of spiritual fluid, you drink when you are tired and thirsty. There are many disciples here, enough!"

   Drunk Hou suddenly wanted to hit someone, what the hell, spiritual fluid, ordinary monks are hard to get a drop of, his apprentice used it to quench his thirst and drink it as water!

  No comparison, no harm!

   Drunk Hou grabbed it and gave himself a sip before waving angrily: "Go away, don't interfere with your work for your teacher!"

   Qixun hugged her house and rolled away.

  Tsk, her Grade 7 and Grade 8 talisman papers are now available.

   (end of this chapter)