The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

In the Fox Mountain cafeteria.

Beside the small stone tables, flaming red foxes sat around, gesticulating, bragging and chatting while eating!

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."

It’s a big fire cloud, grabbing a piece of pumpkin toast with a happy face!

This toast bread is pumpkin-flavored, sweet, and studded with crispy and fragrant pumpkin seeds!

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."

It’s White Sun, bending the toast bread in the fox paw into a roll. Teacher brothers, how can you dip more creamy mushroom sauce in one go!

Bai Mo sat in the corner of the hall, eating bread and looking at a pile of copper plates on the table.

"There are fewer and fewer documents related to immortality."

This is a document that was just unearthed today, recording some of the rituals and sacrifices of Qingyue Dan Palace in the past.

"What about the magic of Sequence 5 and Sequence 4?

"Isn't there even a pill palace?"

Bai Mo frowned, but he understood.

After all, Qingyue Dan Palace was established only a short time ago, with a small number of people and a weak foundation. There are fewer high-level immortals and fewer documents left behind. If a part of it is lost in the long river of history, it is normal that not much will be left.

He pulled the copper plate and read the [Sacrificial Ceremony of Big Sleeves and Waving Branches] recorded on the plate.

I also thought of the feces pumping trucks in the suburbs of Xizhou.

"I don't know, how is the progress over there?"

…

call……

A cold breeze filled the spacious hall.

Tables and cases were laid out one after another.

One by one, the pens were dipped in the newly added black ink, and the pens were written on the human skin paper.

Each of the immortal disciples, either wearing suits, sportswear, or school uniforms, sat cross-legged behind the desk, their eyes dull and dry, focusing on their hands and pens, as if they had been trained thousands of times before. Like that, mechanically depicting the familiar talisman.

None of them had eaten. They were hungry and made "gurgling" sounds from time to time.

But the Iron Pen Immortal who was wandering around had his hands behind his back, a smile on his face, and he didn't care... Writing this talisman consumes life's popularity, longevity, and destiny, and it doesn't consume physical strength. Why eat so full? You can write even when you are hungry!

As he walked and turned, a pair of eyes seemed to be able to see the pale white living energy flowing along the disciples' arms to the talisman pen, and then being written into the talisman with the ink.

"hey-hey."

He felt very comfortable.

Because this main hall, these three hundred apprentices, these three hundred talisman pens, and these three hundred desks are probably the largest, best, and most professional dead man's ink talisman workshop in this era.

He felt a little weird again.

He looked down at his seemingly strong arms and palms.

The disciples could write such talismans, but he couldn't write them at all.

Because there are not a few drops of "living popularity" left in this ancient immortal's body.

Behind him, the disciples were still scared.

"Master, can we continue to use those villages and factories in Xizhou where ink is grown?

"Um...uh..."

Gu Xian shook his head and sneered.

"no thanks!

"There are living people all over the world. We can go to other places and find other living people to bring back some living popularity.

"We can go all over the world, but the boss of Xizhou can still look for us all over the world?

“The matter of cultivating ink can be done anywhere in the world.

"The Talisman Workshop is in a dream again.

"What can he do?"

Gu Xian sneered and looked casually at the disciple drawing the talisman next to him.

"Um?"

Why are this disciple's hands so dirty?

She is obviously a white-collar girl wearing a suit, but why are her hands black and white?

Gu Xian looked at it and was suddenly stunned.

When he saw the little girl's talisman pen, the ink flowed backwards!

Part of the ink fell on the talisman paper, and part of it climbed up silently along the pen barrel, climbed up the fingers holding the pen, climbed up the palm holding the pen, climbed up the hanging wrist, and climbed up the forearm that exerted force!

"This...this is..."

The Iron Pen Immortal has been in the fairy world for thousands of years, and he has seen many evil tricks, but this is the first time he has seen this kind of ink that can pollute human hands!

He stared at the little girl's hand holding the pen, and saw that the originally white and tender hand began to ooze black blood, and the joints began to twist. Finally, with a shudder, he smeared a long and thick line on the talisman paper. Pen, destroy the half-finished talisman.

The little girl was already crying, already shed tears, and used her left hand to grasp the right hand that was shaking uncontrollably.

"Master...I...I trained very hard before...I don't want to...I don't know...don't kill me..."

Iron Pen Immortal had a bad premonition in his heart.

He is the largest living ink talisman workshop in modern times, and he has trained 300 apprentices in the past three years. Could it be that...

brush……

brush……

brush……

He turned his head and scanned the whole place.

Then I saw that each apprentice and each talisman pen was losing control and destroying the half-finished talismans!

Each of the disciples' faces began to cry, tremble, and become afraid!

Each of the apprentices' hands was stained with ink, turning them into black and white. They were all trembling, their joints were twisted, and they couldn't write!

Iron Pen Immortal's eyes have widened and his face has turned red, as red as pig liver!

"call……"

He exhaled and blew his beard.

He reached out to grab the apprentice's talisman pen, and with a "click" he broke the pen holder, only to see that black ink had seeped into the pen holder!

He reached for the inkstone on the table, opened it with a "click", and saw that black ink had seeped into the inkstone!

boom!

He threw out half of the inkstone and smashed the palace wall with a bang!

This already dilapidated palace had dust falling from the roof, and the entire roof was crumbling!

The disciples were trembling and wanted to run out, but they didn't dare!

"ah!"

The ancient immortal roared and his gums bleed from his bite!

His inkstone, his talisman brush, his three hundred apprentices, and his talisman workshop were all destroyed!

…

"well."

In the office.

The male secretary was reclining on the sofa, already asleep.

Chairman Chen Shu was sitting behind his desk, with dark circles under his eyes, rolling the mouse wheel and looking at a document he had just drafted, "Strengthening the Supervision of Food, Drinking and Immortality".

In the lower right corner of the desktop, a message report from the action team pops up.

[No abnormalities found]

President Chen Shu sighed, clicked to open the message, and quickly typed a reply.

[Okay, the mission is over, please come back]

He felt helpless.

In this silent night, he took a sip of tea. Just like countless silent nights in the past, he felt hesitant and powerless in frustration.

He secretly glanced at the sleeping secretary to make sure no one could see him, then quickly reached out and wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeves.

"Maybe... the end of the world is really coming?"

He picked up the tea and saw that the tea had been brewed for a long time and turned orange-red. He raised his neck and took a big gulp of it, smacked his lips, and continued to read the next document.

"Recommendations on Strengthening the Management of Toilets and Feces"

While reading, he sometimes frowned, sometimes thinking about funding, sometimes thinking about manpower, sometimes thinking about the impact of public opinion, sometimes making comments on the document... The office was still quiet, with the only sound of him typing on the keyboard.

After correcting a paragraph, he rubbed his eyes and smiled.

"Now, let me see how you still steal excrement?

"hey-hey."

He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the secretary.

"Call the sanitation department for me...uh..."

He shut up in embarrassment.

Because the little secretary was lying on the sofa, fast asleep.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I was stupid.

"The sanitation workers don't go to work in the middle of the night."

He smacked his lips again and thought about it.

“It’s really inappropriate to have a secretary work 24 hours a day.

"I'll have to find another secretary later and work shifts with him."

He looked up and saw out the window that there were tiny flowers blooming on the trees.

“I wonder if the boss of Xizhou got involved in this matter?

"I don't know, what exactly has it evolved into?"

…

In the cafeteria hall.

Bai Mo felt a little depressed after reading a few pieces of useless literature.

He thought back to the medicine he had just prepared.

The potency of the medicine for the human body was actually adjusted to a very low level by him.

It's almost like my right hand is disabled and I can't draw symbols, but I can barely do it without affecting my life.

"It should be... quite suitable, right?"

…

In a dark bachelor apartment.

The young girl sat up suddenly!

Snapped!

Turn on your bedside night light.

The light shone on her hands, revealing the mottled ink marks.

This ink mark goes deep into the skin and cannot be rubbed or washed away.

This ink mark ruined her hand, making her hand tremble uncontrollably and unable to write anymore.

But she grabbed the quilt, buried her head in it and cried bitterly.

Let the tears wet the quilt.

When she was writing the talisman, she could feel something passing through her body!

When she dipped in the black ink, she also knew where the ink came from!

She doesn't want to harm others, doesn't dare to disobey the ancient immortal, and doesn't want to exhaust herself bit by bit.

She endured tremendous mental pressure every day and waited for death to come every day.

But today, her hand is useless, useless, useless!

She is freed!

Perhaps in this world, no one except her and a group of fellow apprentices would know what happened tonight.

But they all felt the gentleness of Xizhou boss.

…

call……

The strong wind howled, blowing against the outer wall of the dormitory hall.

In the darkness, the foxes formed a circle and were chattering, gesticulating and bragging!

In the corner of the hall, Bai Mo was holding a computer and sitting cross-legged on the floor. In front of him was the time furnace that had just been debugged.

Behind him are the fox apprentice White Earring, and Big Snowflake and Little Snowflake who are on duty to accompany their master today.

Bai Earring helped the master carry the tea.

Da Xuehua helped Master carry snacks.

Little Snowflake stood behind the master and slapped the master on the back with her fox paw!

Dong-dong-dong, pounding, Bai Mo's face was filled with smiles.

"When did you learn this?"

While smiling and thinking, he controlled the time furnace to rotate while observing the smoothness of the rotation.

"It seems, it's almost done?"

…

On the other side of the dormitory hall.

Three foxes with big noses, white shoes, and black toes are sitting on the bar counter, with their three plush heads guarding a glass of wine.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

Big Nose held a waxy lemon and dropped a drop of lemon juice into the bronze wine glass.

Tick ​​tock…

Bah la la...

Then I saw a lot of bubbles popping up in the glass of wine!

And this drink turned into a beautiful blue-green color!

All three foxes grinned.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

"Ouch!"

"嘤嘤嘤!"

A bartending recipe I never thought of!

A drink color I’ve never seen before!

Big Bi Tou closed his eyes, put his nose up, and took a gentle sniff.

"Ouch?"

It tastes like... nothing special.

Bai Shoe put it to his mouth and was about to take a sip when he suddenly stopped and looked at the master.

"Ouch?"

Master has never drunk such a beautiful wine!

The three foxes grinned, immediately picked up the wine glasses, yelled "嘤嘤嗷嗷", and ran to find the master!

…

call……

In the dark hall, the cold wind howled.

The Ancient Medicine Monkey Immortal was busy guarding the three cauldrons.

Occasionally add a drop of Huihuncao juice to this cauldron, and sprinkle a handful of Qingqiu aloe vera powder into that cauldron.

In the cabinet behind him, there were all kinds of strange medicinal materials.

The Poison Master King Crocodile stood beside him, helping him and chatting with him at the same time.

"...Anyway, Iron Pen Immortal's side is completely finished.

"His workshop was completely destroyed by the boss of Xizhou."

The Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal stirred the medicinal soup in the furnace and occasionally poked his head to smell the smell.

"It's over? Ha, you deserve it.

"Why do you have to go to Xizhou to steal your popularity?

"After being discovered, why didn't you stop immediately?

"These idiots who are outside the alchemy path are always unwilling to admit how powerful they are.

“Deserves to be punished.

“When it comes to cultivating immortality, you need to know how to judge the situation.

"Since we can't go to Xizhou, let's do business somewhere else."

King Crocodile took the spoon that Master pulled out from the stove and quickly flattered him.

"Master, my disciple cannot agree with what you said.

"You can't ask other ancient immortals to be as smart and transparent as you!

"People like you are extremely rare after all. They are dragons and phoenixes among immortals.

"They may seem stupid, but in fact their real IQ is just that. They just don't know how to assess the situation as well as you..."

The ancient immortal was in a daze, listening to his apprentice play for five minutes, grinning and waving his hand, and asked his apprentice to get a colander.

"Stop flattering us, we cultivators don't pay attention to this.

"Quickly, take out all the medicine residue from the stove.

"As a teacher, I must use my spiritual consciousness to stir up this pot of medicinal soup!"

Poison Master King Crocodile’s eyes shine!

"Spin? What is that?

"Master, are you going to open your disciple's eyes again?

"Being by your side refreshes my knowledge every day..."

As he boasted, he used a slotted spoon to scoop out the soup residue from the furnace.

When all was done, the Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal grinned, his dead fish eyes gleaming, staring at the Chinese medicine soup!

Divine consciousness is like the wind, spurting out from between the eyebrows, controlling the Chinese medicinal soup!

Then I saw the noodle soup gradually rotating, gradually turning into a whirlpool, gradually rotating faster, and gradually making a "swishing" sound!

"The swirling medicinal soup was originally a craft in the workshop.

"In the workshop, you can get medicine soup up to three thousand revolutions!

"And my master's spiritual consciousness can turn the medicine soup up to ten thousand times!"

Poison Master King Crocodile can probably feel that the master is not bragging.

Because this Chinese medicine soup has become a very strange state!

The surface of the vortex is smooth and hazy!

The medicine stove was trembling rapidly at a terrifying frequency, making a "duh, duh, duh, duh" sound!

Thank you to every book friend for your company! The cold air is coming again, everyone should keep warm!