Chapter 13 Love Stories
Bai Ze first carefully filled the flowerpot with what he thought was the best soil, then took out the green fairy seeds like a baby, planted them in the soil, and poured some water for watering.
"I really hope it will grow a fairy."
Bai Ze thought this way, and he was still thinking about a question. If he really planted a fairy, wouldn't the fairy call him daddy?
After all, he was the one who gave birth to her and raised her.
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly, Ying Lao's voice came from Bai Ze's mind.
Bai Ze said: "Of course I'm planting fairy seeds. Teacher, you don't know my planting method, right?"
The voice in his mind was silent for a long time: "Okay, you can try planting it like this first. I have never touched fairy seeds, but I just heard people say that I need to use five-color soil."
Bai Ze said: "Five-color soil?"
Ying Lao said: "Most of the precious heavenly materials and earthly treasures in this world are born on five-color soil. However, your Baihu Ridge is not a fairy mountain, nor is it a mountain range in the heaven. It is estimated that it is difficult to find five-color soil.
But you can try the current method. ”
"Yeah."
Bai Ze nodded: "First use my method to plant it. If it doesn't work, go find five-color soil. I will definitely plant this hard-won fairy seed into a beautiful, lovely, gentle, generous, sexy, and intelligent statue." The fairy came.”
"Ahem..." Mr. Ying coughed twice, "I understand that you have all the beautiful fantasies about this fairy seed, and I also hope that your fairy seed can really grow into something that has all the perfect elements in your heart. existence.
But I have to remind you that the fairy seed may grow into a sloppy, ugly old man with a beard, and this ugly old man with a beard will call your child daddy. ”
"No way?"
Bai Ze suddenly felt that this was too cruel. From fairy to bearded uncle?
It was acceptable to be called daddy by a cute and beautiful girl, but if a slovenly old man with a beard called him daddy, the scene was so beautiful that Bai Ze staggered and couldn't accept it.
"Hahaha."
In Bai Ze's mind, Lao Ying laughed in a bad way.
Bai Ze said: "Teacher, can you stop being so teasing? I want to plant a fairy, but you said that I will plant a sloppy old man. Isn't this too disturbing?"
Ying Lao said: "I'm just reminding you that in the world, the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment, so you'd better not have too high illusions about this fairy seed, especially if you want to grow a cute girl.< br>
Maybe what he planted was not the goddess you expected in your heart, but the all-powerful demon king? ”
Bai Ze rolled his eyes. Although he was not a goddess, he was a little disappointed, but if it was not unacceptable to the Demon Lord, at least it would be a powerful combat force.
Better than being a sloppy old man, right?
At this time, there was a noise outside the cave, and Bai Ze heard the sound of unloading a truck. He immediately knew that it was Ah Fu, the housekeeper of Baigu Cave, who had returned, and he hurriedly ran out.
Sure enough, Butler Afu was directing some skeletons to unload the truck.
Bai Ze said: "Uncle Afu, you are back!"
"Hey! Hey! The old slave is back!"
Ah Fu took a paper bag wrapped in oil paper from the car and handed it to Bai Ze: "Master, this is the Zhang Ji roast duck that the old slave brought for you. Try it, it's delicious!"
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Bai Ze took the roast duck, couldn't wait to open it, took a bite, and praised: "It smells so good!"
In fact, the taste is so-so. Bai Ze is a modern person after all, and various delicacies are not comparable to this era. This roast duck is far worse than Shuntianfu roast duck.
It was just someone's intention to bring something for him, so Bai Ze naturally had to respond.
When the old butler Ah Fu saw the child in front of him eating with his mouth full of oil, he suddenly felt warm in his heart. He said with a smile: "It's delicious, it's much better than the food of that guy from Orion."
Most of the daily food in the White Bone Cave Mansion comes from the game hunted by the corpse demon hunter and his cooking. The taste is indeed unsatisfactory.
"By the way, Uncle Afu, have you asked about the Tang Monk's master and apprentice?"
After eating less than half of the roast chicken, Bai Ze wiped his hands under the service of two skeleton soldiers and asked him about the business he was concerned about.
Ah Fu said: "I asked, otherwise the old slave would not have come back so late. He said that someone saw the pig-headed monster hanging on a tree in a place called Jiajiazhuang."
Jiajiazhuang?
Bajie was hung from a tree?
Bai Ze slightly thought that this difficulty should be that Tang Monk and his disciples were tested by several Bodhisattva incarnations for their sincerity in learning scriptures. As a result, Bajie could not withstand the temptation of money, sex, and food, and was severely punished.
In this case, it would be Zhenyuan Immortal who stole the ginseng fruit.
After eating the ginseng fruit, the group will arrive at Baihu Ridge.
Calculating the distance this way, the scripture-seeking group would definitely not be able to arrive within a month, which also made Bai Ze breathe a long sigh of relief.
He was afraid that the Jade Emperor's daughter would descend to earth too late, and that his mother would not have time to seize the soul, and the scripture collection group would arrive early, and then there would really be nothing they could do about it.
Now it seems that everything is still too late, Bai Ze is ready to make the next plan.
He called his maid Hong Lingluo into the room: "Sister Lingluo, I have something to trouble you with. I wonder if sister can help?"
Hong Lingluo said: "Young master, you can just give me any orders. Why are you so polite to me?"
"Ahem..." Bai Ze coughed twice like a little adult, and said a little embarrassedly: "Sister Lingluo, can you please help me draw some pictures?"
Hong Lingluo: "Picture?"
Bai Ze said: "Yes, I want to draw a romance novel, so I specially asked Sister Lingluo for help."
Hong Lingluo was an oiran during her lifetime, so she was naturally proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and it was natural that she could paint some things.
Hong Lingluo: "Romance... Storybook?"
Hong Lingluo covered her open mouth in surprise, thinking that the young master was so young, and he actually started asking for romance scripts?
Isn't it?
Isn't it?
With a shy look on her face, Hong Lingluo rolled her eyes at Bai Ze: "Ah, Master, you are too precocious. How old are you?"
Bai Ze's face turned red. In order to drag Dong Yong into the water, he could only hold his fists and say, "Sister Lingluo, please help me!"
"Haha~" Hong Lingluo glanced at Bai Ze strangely as she waved the red handkerchief in her hand, "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, I won't tell Madam.
Whatever you want, my sister can draw it for you! ”
At this moment, Hong Lingluo stopped calling herself a slave and accepted the title of Bai Ze's sister.
"That's it..."
Ever since, Bai Ze began to introduce to Hong Lingluo various love action plots in modern versions, specialties of the island country.
These plots can be said to be enlightenment education for modern youth, and many true meanings of life can be revealed from here.
However, Hong Lingluo was dumbfounded.
She had no idea that the romance book her young master asked her to draw would contain this kind of content.
How could this happen? !
Moreover, are there so many kinds of postures in this world?
Why didn't I know this before?
Hong Lingluo felt that her cheeks were about to burn through, as if the boiling water was boiling and smoking.
"This... this, this, this... little ancestor, what are you talking about? Where did you know all this knowledge?"
Hong Lingluo suddenly realized that her young master was no longer innocent.
"Taught by immortals!"
Bai Ze said with a big face, "We have reached this point anyway, Bai Ze just told a lie."
Then he heard the clatter of chains in the chasm. Naturally, Ying Lao was unhappy.
Ying Lao said: "Little devil, don't throw all the dirty water on your teacher, I didn't teach you these things.
It's you, baby, who has a dirty mind. ”
A dirty mind?
Bai Ze wanted to say in his heart that this is art, and even those performers are called teachers, but after thinking about it, let it go. How do these Westward Journey bumpkins know anything about advanced art?
Bai Ze said: "Sister Lingluo, can you draw?"
The corners of Hong Lingluo's mouth twitched, and the expression on her face was extremely ugly: "...I can draw, but I'm just a little ancestor. Are you sure you want me to draw these?"
Bai Ze said: "I'm useful!"
"..."
Hong Lingluo was speechless. What use could you have with such words? ?
It’s not like you don’t do good things!
Hong Lingluo glanced at the child who had just reached her thighs. She really underestimated you. She sighed: "Okay, the young master likes this kind of thing, so I will try my best to draw it well!"
"Great, sister Lingluo, please remember to draw it extremely clearly, every detail must be drawn in place, and give people the feeling that a real person is in front of you."
Hong Lingluo: "..."
Master, you are too astringent!
Bai Ze thought for a while and then said: "By the way, Sister Lingluo, don't indulge in these plots. These are decadent and backward ideas that are not in line with positive energyist values."
"..."
Hong Lingluo was speechless!
Who came up with these first and said they were not in line with positive energy values?
And you said I would be addicted?
What a joke, would I be addicted to such vulgar things?
But then, how am I going to face these plots next?
I have to draw it one stroke at a time, and I have to draw it carefully, and I have to draw every detail in place!
Hong Lingluo was filled with bitterness, took the task given by Bai Ze, and went to her room to draw a storybook.
This is bound to be a restless night.
(End of chapter)