12 Fall asleep immediately

In the pitch darkness, the first thing Hua Lang felt was the cold hand on his waist.

She seemed to be sticking to some stone wall, and the surroundings were dark and silent. If it weren't for this hand, Hua Lang would have had no idea that there was someone behind her.

She was so cold that she almost lost consciousness in her waist.

Hua Lang shivered, suspecting that he was woken by the cold. He immediately threw away the hand on his body and groped for the quilt in the dark.

The cold stone walls around her made her retract her hand, and a warm body pressed against her again.

The temperature started to warm up, and Hua Lang drowsily closed his eyes again. With his eyes closed, he saw the same darkness as when he had his eyes open...

Hua Lang sat on the bed, wearing the clothes he hadn't had time to change after getting drunk last night. He pressed his aching head and recalled the dream he had last night.

She only remembered this incoherent passage.

The rest, like other dreams, was instantly forgotten the moment she woke up.

Hua Lang got out of bed, his vision blurry for a moment.

I must never drink with my master next time. Now she is a real drunkard.

"Junior Master!" The young disciple who was watering the flowers heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and immediately put down his things and looked over.

Hua Lang leaned against the door, squinting his eyes, taking in the clusters of flower buds about to bloom, the white cranes frolicking in the distance, and the bright morning glow in the sky. The morning breeze blew by, and he finally became much more awake.

She stretched and said, "Good morning, Azhao. What time is it now?"

Ah Zhao was still young. She chased away the cranes that had suddenly flown into the flowers and said jokingly, "Replying to Junior Master, it's just past the hour of Mao."

"So early?" Hua Lang perked up.

"Yes, Junior Master, do you have any plans this morning?"

Hua Lang blinked: "I did remember something very important."

After saying that, Hua Lang went into the house and started washing up quickly.

"Junior Master, there will be a discussion meeting tomorrow. Our cafeteria has prepared some new sweet dishes according to the taste of Zhongzhou. Would you like to try them?" The young disciple asked as he prepared breakfast.

Hua Lang was sitting in a private room in the cafeteria at this moment.

This single room was specially set up for Hua Lang, the junior uncle who loves to eat in the cafeteria.

Today she finally got up early and had breakfast in the cafeteria.

Hua Lang shook her head. She rarely tried sweet food. "No need. Please leave."

The young disciple quickly took it away and said with a smile, "We're all not used to this taste either. I understand if you said the pastry is sprinkled with sugar, but how can we put this fried dough wrapped in bean paste and that super sweet mud fruit..."

The young disciple became more and more excited as he spoke, and Hua Lang became curious as he listened. He said, "Bring it back again and let me taste it."

"Oh, uncle, the food in Zhongzhou tastes weird. If you can't get used to it, don't force yourself."

The young disciple took out the breakfast from the lunch basket and handed Hua Lang a spoon, bowl and chopsticks.

Hua Lang picked up the spoon, scooped up the sweet fruit puree, took a bite, then picked up the sweet spring roll and took a light bite.

Unexpectedly delicious!

Hua Lang's eyes lit up, and in the surprised look of the little disciple, he smiled and said, "It suits my taste very well. Please stay."

"Yes, Junior Master." After serving all the breakfast, the young disciple left with the empty lunch basket.

Hua Lang finished his meal, wiped his mouth, and ordered breakfast for tomorrow. As soon as he stepped out of the private room, he saw a familiar figure in the cafeteria.

Pan Yu stood at the long wooden table. His cultivation was not stable enough, and his monkey-like body, coupled with his shifty eyes and lustful face, made him particularly eye-catching among the young and strong disciples.

A dozen or so disciples who always followed him and tried to get some benefits from him were listening to his lecture with their heads lowered.

Everyone else in the cafeteria was used to it and wanted to bury their heads in their bowls, just hoping that this lecherous old man would not take a fancy to them.

Hua Lang heard Pan Yu's thick, greasy voice roar, "I asked you to investigate that woman two days ago, and you still tell me you don't know. What a bunch of idiots!"

After hearing these words, the group of people who were already looking down wanted to bury their heads in the ground.

Someone said weakly, "Boss, among the new disciples, there really isn't a woman who looks like this..."

The man held up a portrait with trembling hands.

Hua Lang looked over curiously.

On the scroll, the ink is sometimes thick, as if a hand slipped and knocked over the inkstone, and sometimes light, as if a dying stroke. Under such freehand lines, the figure in the painting has eyes casually drawn by two drops of ink, and a round head that looks bumpy from the ink being cut and then reapplied...

In short, it's an abstract stick figure.

Hua Lang twitched the corners of his mouth. With the painting like this, no matter who he looked for, it would be impossible to find him!

Another henchman continued, "Boss, remember that sly and dashing new disciple named Xie? He was seen last night. Didn't you say the woman appeared in Xie's yard? Why don't we go ask him?"

Among the new disciples, is there anyone who is good-looking and has the surname Xie?

Xie Han was shocked?

Hua Lang thought of something and looked at the scroll again, carefully identifying the features of the "person" in the painting.

The ink at the bottom of the canvas is almost melted together, and from the brushstrokes, one can vaguely see that the painting is of large pleats of a skirt.

Hua Lang recalled that she seemed to be wearing a pleated skirt that day.

This thing...could it be her? !

"Bang."

Pan Yu kicked over the porridge on the table and said angrily, "That guy is back just in time. Today I'm going to either kill him or that woman."

He's quite arrogant.

Hua Lang gritted his teeth, looked around, and his eyes quickly locked on the large wooden basin at the kitchen door.

The wooden basin was filled with nuts as big as fingers. Hua Lang picked up one, shook it to feel it, and then grabbed a handful.

Hua Lang closed one eye and aimed with the other - he exerted force with his fingers, and the fruit core filled with spiritual energy flew out like an arrow from a bow, hitting the knee of Pan Yu, who was still talking big, at an extremely fast speed.

“Ouch!”

Pan Yu almost fell to his knees on the wooden table. A group of young disciples quickly supported him and started to shout.

"Boss, be careful!"

"Brother Pan, are you okay?"

"Who? Who dares to attack our boss?"

Pan Yu also stood up with a limp and turned back angrily. Wherever his eyes fell, the little disciples who were eating avoided his sight and were trembling with fear and dared not move.

"Who hit me?"

No one responded.

"You're not going to stand up, right? Then no one is allowed to go out today! You two, go and block the cafeteria door!"

The two followers quickly ran over to close the door, and fiercely forced the disciples who wanted to leave back to their seats.

"Bang—"

After a crisp sound, the little disciple who knocked over the bowl was frightened and started crying, "Wuwuwuwu..."

"Why are you crying? Zhao De, bring her here."

The follower named Zhao De stepped forward and was about to reach out to catch the man when a fruit core flew towards him so fast that he could not see its shadow. When he came to his senses, he was already lying on the ground, holding his stomach and groaning.

Another fruit core that flew out at the same time hit Pan Yu's knee. Now both legs were injured. He finally couldn't hold on and knelt on the wooden table with a bang.

"...Who is it? Who is it? I will let my uncle kill you." Pan Yu was sweating coldly from the pain.

"Pfft, you're already so old, and you're still calling me uncle? Senior Brother Pan, please stand up quickly. At your age, I really can't bear such a big gesture."

After a light laugh, a woman in a gauze skirt walked out from the side of the cafeteria window. Her facial features were delicate and elegant, and her big eyes were particularly lively.

Everyone held their breath for fear of angering the King of Hell, but the woman smiled like a flower, and her slender white fingers were playing with the "weapon".

One can't help but worry about her.

There are two things that Pan Yu hates the most. One of them is talking about his age. Anyone who is caught by him will be beaten to a pulp.

This woman is probably in big trouble.

Pan Yu was indeed furious. He raised his head and instantly recognized Hua Lang, "It's you!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "It was you who pretended to be a ghost and scared me that day!"

"Really? Qinglai has countless barriers and formations, so where did this ghost come from? I think it's clear that Senior Brother Pan has something wrong."

Pan Yu recovered and stood up shakily. He was about to rush towards Hua Lang to teach her a lesson, but before he got off the table, he stepped on the porridge he had just kicked over. His foot slipped and he rolled off the table. He lay on the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

Despite his age, he is still in such good health and can fall asleep as soon as he lies down.

For a moment, everyone in the cafeteria thought about the sad things.

"Pfft," Hua Lang laughed out loud without any reservation, "Why did Senior Brother Pan change to prostrating himself? Since Senior Brother insists on doing so, then I will accept it."

"Ouch, it hurts so much," Pan Yu glared at Hua Lang angrily and said harshly, "Don't be so complacent, I'll call my uncle to deal with you. When the time comes, don't cry and beg me for mercy!"

Then, he immediately sent a spiritual note in front of everyone.

Seeing this, the disciples in the cafeteria became uneasy. A young disciple who was close to Hua Lang hesitated for a moment, but still lowered his voice to remind him, "Hurry up and run. If his uncle comes soon, you will have no chance."

Hua Lang smiled and said, "Really? I'd like to meet his uncle to see what kind of person he is."

It was impossible to persuade the damned ghost with kind words, so the young disciple could only shake his head and sigh, hoping that Pan Yu would let them, the group of disciples who were having their meal, go.

Hua Lang casually pulled open a chair near him and sat on it. With his five soft and slender fingers, he exerted force and the hard fruit shell cracked. Pieces of shell fell onto the table, revealing the kernel inside.

Hua Lang was bored, supporting his chin with one hand, and with the other hand he picked out the kernel and put it into his mouth, chewing it with a crunching sound.

It’s different when you become an immortal. You don’t even need a shell opener.

Seeing Hua Lang so relaxed and at ease, Pan Yu, who had just been helped up, was furious and slapped the young disciple who was supporting him. "You tactless bastard, you just let her sit there showing off? Why don't you tie her up first and save my uncle some trouble - Ouch!"

The young disciple subconsciously covered his face which had been hit, but forgot that he was supporting the old man.

Both of Pan Yu's legs were seriously injured. As soon as the people on one side let go of him, he fell headfirst to the other side, causing a group of lackeys to beat him and make him busy.

Hua Lang gnawed on the kernel, crossed his legs, and laughed heartily.

Before she could finish peeling the fruit core in her hand, a group of people rushed in.

The leader looked very similar to Pan Yu, but he looked younger. He had a cold and harsh expression, and his eyes swept over everyone as if he wanted to scrape off everyone's flesh and bones.

Before he could finish looking at who was in the cafeteria, Pan Yu howled and drew his attention over.

"Uncle, you're finally here! You must make the decision for me..."

With Pan Yu's sinister complaints, the atmosphere in the cafeteria suddenly became tense.

Hua Lang looked up.

What a coincidence.

The school uniforms worn by this group of people were exactly the same as the ones Hua Lang saw in Fengyou Palace yesterday.