Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

Chapter 7

"Tsk." Song Yizhi crossed his arms and couldn't help but complain, "The demon master of the demon world has a problem with his brain designation! The relationship between the two worlds is not so good, and demon cultivators are different from human cultivators. What are you doing?"

Song Yizhi was very upset.

Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi and knew that she was upset because she was going to practice with the disciples from the demon world next.

But in some respects, he is still comparable to Song Yizhi's words. As she said, the relationship between the two worlds is not very good. This incident is too sudden, so people have to think about it.

"This matter is no small matter." Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi, "Song Yizhi, with your status here, I'm afraid..."

"Fifth Elder! Why don't you beat me up now!" Song Yizhi looked at Rong Yueyuan seriously, regardless of the man's speechless look, she continued, "Just say that I don't obey the discipline, and you are a little harsher. Then I don't have to go!"

Rong Yueyuan exhaled, looking at Song Yizhi's expression of "I think it's possible", his voice was full of helplessness, "Where do you put the second elder? Or why do you have to suffer some flesh and blood?"

Thinking of the second elder's panacea, Song Yizhi fell silent.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, ah--, mother, you cheated me!" Song Yizhi sat down on the grass and howled.

Looking at Song Yizhi, who was loveless in life, Rong Yueyuan couldn't help but said, "The matter of teaching falls on me, so you don't have to."

In the past few days, he has figured out Song Yizhi's temper a little bit. Although it looks like he doesn't like oil and salt, he actually eats soft and not hard, and she can always listen to him when he talks to her carefully.

But the premise is that you can talk to her calmly.

Song Yizhi looked at the man in front of him, his eyes sparkling with anticipation, "Is Fifth Elder going to open the back door for me?!"

"No." Rong Yueyuan said, looking at Song Yizhi who changed his face instantly, he couldn't help but find it amusing, "But I shouldn't push you too much."

Song Yizhi glanced at him.

What is the difference between what is said and what is not said?
If you don't persecute her, let her stay in the Bright Moon Peak to farm and stay away from the daughter of luck, otherwise it will be regarded as persecution!

Rong Yueyuan didn't say much.

Song Yizhi got up and continued to open up wasteland.

After working hard for a few days, the few plots reclaimed by Song Yizhi have grown vegetables, but this is far from enough.

Looking at Song Yizhi who turned her head back to open up wasteland and farm land, Rong Yueyuan had reason to suspect that she didn't want to practice with the demon disciples because she would have no time to farm.

Three days passed in a flash, and Song Yizhi reclaimed a few more pieces of land.

The open space near her bamboo house has been transformed into fields of uniform size, patchwork.

It wasn't too late for Song Yizhi to get up. After breakfast and rest for a while, he honestly practiced sword for an hour.

After practicing the sword, Song Yizhi stood on the ground, thoughtful.

There are still too many things missing, so I have to take some time to make a big purchase!
"Little girl, little girl." The old voice was getting closer.

Song Yizhi followed the sound and saw no one. In the next second, the old man reached the top of the mountain from the middle of the mountain.

The old man put the bamboo basket full of vegetables aside, looked at Song Yizhi who was standing in the ground thinking, and said cheerfully, "Little girl, what shall we have for lunch today?"

Seeing a few radishes in the bamboo basket, his eyes rolled.

"How about the radish soup?" Song Yizhi rolled his eyes and smiled like a little fox trying to make trouble.

The old man snorted, knowing that Song Yizhi was planning something bad, but he still made his own request, "There must be braised pork!"

"It's fine if you want to eat meat." Song Yizhi put on a look of 'I'm easy to talk', "Look at my field, if you want water, there is no water, if you want fences, there are no fences, it's too simple!"

The old man hummed twice, with a look of 'I knew you would say that'.

Seeing Song Yizhi stretch out his hand confidently, the old man glared at Song Yizhi, and then took out a storage bag for her, "I guessed that you were short of something, I prepared it for you, but..."

Song Yizhi reached out to get it, but the old man hid so that Song Yizhi didn't get it.

"But what?" Song Yizhi's eyes fell on the storage bag, and he made no secret of his desire for the storage bag.

"If you want this storage bag today, you have to call me Mulao." The old man is also Mulao. He imitated Song Yizhi's listless appearance and teased the little girl.

"Mulao! Mulao, Mulao, Mulao!" Song Yizhi smiled brightly, his eyes curved like crescent moons, cute and beautiful.

"Oh." Mu Lao responded happily, he handed the storage bag to Song Yizhi, then walked to the side and sat down, "Little girl should smile more and be more cute."

Song Yizhi lowered his head and flipped through the storage bag.

Looking at Song Yizhi who seemed to have not heard, Mu Lao couldn't laugh or cry, he purposely said with a serious face, "You girl, did you hear me, an old man?"

Song Yizhi tilted his head and glanced at Mu Lao, and nodded to show that he heard, but, "How about eating braised pork and dry-pot bacon for lunch today, with radish soup and fried vegetables?"

Mu Lao succumbed to the delicious food, nodded and didn't make trouble with Song Yizhi.

"Mu Lao, next time you come, bring me some rice seeds." Song Yizhi said to Mu Lao while calculating, "I also want wheat seeds, and..."

As Song Yizhi said, Mu Lao wrote down the seeds Song Yizhi wanted in his heart.

After Song Yizhi finished speaking, Mu Lao took out another storage bag and handed it to Song Yizhi. He said slowly, "Most of them are inside, and a small part will be brought to you next time."

Song Yizhi ran out from the field, took the storage bag and held it in his arms like a treasure, "Mu Lao, you are so kind! How do you know that I need these seeds urgently? Add sweet and sour pork ribs for lunch!"

Hearing that there was meat to eat again, Mu Lao was also very happy. Looking at Song Yizhi who was also very happy, he said, "I guess you need it, and I usually collect some when I have nothing to do. I took some flower seedlings and seeds on the site, do you want it?"

He used to feel embarrassed about eating, so he gave Song Yizhi some magical artifacts and medicines as food money, but Song Yizhi didn't lack these things at all, and she didn't say she didn't like it, but she didn't like it much either.

Later, I accidentally gave the little girl a few flowers, and Mu Lao still remembers her reaction that she was so happy that she was about to jump up.

At this point, Mu Lao knew that instead of giving impractical magic tools and medicines, it is better to give seeds, and it is really impossible to give spirit stones.

After all, there is no one who does not love Lingshi.

"I want it!" Song Yizhi stretched out his hand, his face couldn't hide his excitement, "I'll make beef jerky later, ten catties!"

Mu Lao took out the storage bag to Song Yizhi, and when he heard her words, he was amused and annoyed, "Ten catties of beef jerky, where are you feeding the pigs?"

"Eat it for a while, so I don't have to do it every three days or two." Song Yizhi said to himself holding two storage bags, "I'm afraid ten catties is not enough, I have to make some for my mother, and my brother will hurry up." I’m coming back, I want to eat some too, it’s still thirty catties!”

Mu Lao: "..." How could there be an illusion of child labor being exploited?

(End of this chapter)