"What did you write?" His eyes were frozen on the schedule of the fifth recitation.
"I wrote..." The fifth naan was depressed, and she forgot that no one knew her simplified Chinese.
Di Jun pursed his lips and smiled, "I will help you write after dinner."
"good."
Their relationship may be very dull, but it is the kind of life he wants.
Suddenly I felt that he had lived for tens of thousands of years, but he still didn't understand the joy of living.
After meeting the fifth thought, he realized in a trance that even if he had such an ordinary life, she was busy with her, he was busy with his, and gathered together to have dinner and chat at night, day after day, year after year, and it was very interesting.
Since the teahouse was opened, the Beggars' Sect has earned income, and it is really not a big deal to support three or four hundred people.
The young and strong people go to the teahouse to do work, the older people clean up, and the elderly stay behind the Beggars' Gang, cook, soles, and do some relaxing work, which is also a expense.
As for the children of the Beggars' Sect, the older ones are the younger ones. In addition to recognizing words and arithmetic every day, they also help adults do some small tasks within their ability.
The fifth thought selected a group of humans with spiritual power to cultivate his secret guards for Yan Wan.
He swears to be loyal to Yan Yan and treats him as his master.
After the construction of the underworld, the latest reforms were not implemented so quickly, and they were all registered in the early stages.
Of course, many evil ghosts disagree. They have been idle for many years and suddenly become controlled, and no one can accept it.
A ghost without power, power, and ability naturally cannot twist its thighs. He silently compromises, and also hopes that there will be a ghost with more evil and courageous spirit in his heart to come forward.
But they didn't wait.
The scene of Donghuang Taiyi's murder in the past few days was too shocking. Who dared to boldly oppose Di Jun's reform?
Those ghosts are afraid of death, but those dead ghosts are not afraid of them.
What is a demon?
People will become ghosts when they die, and monsters will also become ghosts when they die. As for magic power, they are naturally incomparable.
They dared not to offend Di Jun openly.
They heard about something that the construction of the underworld is mostly due to the fifth thought of the "maintainment" of the fifth thought, so they can't swallow this anger no matter what.
I can only secretly find the best opportunity to teach her a lesson, and see if a small human like the fifth nun dares to be presumptuous?
On this day, Di Jun excitedly pulled Di Wu Nian to the backyard, "Where are you going to take me?"
"The underworld is almost built. Let's take you to see if there is anything that needs to be improved. Let's talk to me again."
The fifth thought nodded, "Yes, OK."
She has always done everything from beginning to end. Since the plan was written by herself, following up is also a job.
"Let's call me Xianger again!"
Wu Nian was stunned, "What did you say?"
"Call Xianger and let's go together."
When she asked the owner of the underworld if his surname was Yan, Di Jun's expression on his face was very serious, and he even had a little bit of defense. The feeling of being suspected by him was indeed a bit uncomfortable.
Later, she deliberately avoided the fact that Yan wanted to contact the underworld.
"He doesn't have time, let's go!" Wu Nian decisively refused.
Di Jun pursed his lips, and for a moment, he felt uncomfortable.
He knew that Niannian had taken the matter of that day to heart, so he could only nod in frustration, "Okay, he is weak now and is not suitable to go to such a gloomy place."
"Um."
Di Jun lowered his head and held the soft and tender little hand of Di Nian with his other hand. It was obviously warm, but it could not warm his heart.
His slightly cold hand surged out a steady stream of spiritual energy, covering the fifth thought, allowing her to adapt to the natural coldness here.
The fifth thought did not refuse, which was much better than consuming your own spiritual power.
"The Yin-Yang Road is ahead. I set up a fog according to your instructions. If it weren't for the real dead, it would be difficult to reach the underworld."
"Um."
"So you have to follow my steps, or you won't find the way."
"good."
"Niannian, I have never doubted your intentions. When you asked the underworld whether the head of the underworld was surnamed Yan, I was just a little confused."
"I understand."
I clearly felt that I was getting closer, but there would always be something to pull the two of them long distance in the next second.
The first built underworld is not big, with rockery and flowing water, pavilions and courtyards, even the Naihe Bridge, the Forget River, and the Eighteenth floors of Hell. Each floor has its own name, punishing those who made mistakes during their lifetime to varying degrees.
At this time, the Forgetful River was just a small river, and it was not as magnificent as she had seen since.
"This Wangchuan River was made of a ribbon left by the great god Pangu back then. It has the effect of washing all evil, and the size of this river will be determined by how much it cleanses the sin."
"No wonder." She murmured in a low voice.
"What did you say?"
"nothing."
After crossing the Wangchuan River, you can see an arch bridge made of white jade in Han stone. The bridge body is carved with the three big words "Naihe Bridge".
Although there has not been a ghost yet, it is already gloomy.
"The ghost will be reincarnated soon, but the Mengpo soup you mentioned has not been developed yet. The recipe has been available in the fairy world for a long time, but it is not suitable for humans. The effect is too strong, which will lead to humans becoming fools if they drink it. The specific recipe is still being studied."
"Or you can look for it. Is there anyone named Meng Po? Maybe everything will be solved when you find her?"
Di Jun said nothing and looked at her motionlessly.
"What are you doing when you look at me like this?"
"You seem to know a lot of things that I don't know."
“Yes, is that?”
"It's okay. If you don't want to say it, you won't say it. One day you want to tell me, it's not too late for you to say it." It's really sad that she has secrets from herself.
Chapter completed!