My Taoist buddy has practiced surrogacy

Chapter 1389 Asking
While he was skillfully making pancakes, he was keeping an eye on the surroundings. Suddenly, he noticed a few rogue students sneaking around in the crowd.

At this time, Ling Xue and the city management team passed by on a routine inspection. The gangster students panicked when they saw Ling Xue. One of them tried to throw the illegal drugs hidden under the pancake stall into the trash can. Zhou Xing was quick and pretended to accidentally knock over the seasoning jar, and the spicy powder blinded the gangsters.

Ling Xue heard the noise and walked over quickly. She saw several hooligans covering their eyes and looking panicked, and she became suspicious. She searched carefully and found the banned drugs in the trash can.

"You guys, come with me back to the Urban Management Bureau to be investigated." Ling Xue said seriously.

After the gangsters were taken away, Zhou Xing and Ling Xue looked at each other. Zhou Xing smiled and said, "Captain, thanks to you for coming in time, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

Ling Xue sneered and said, "Stop talking nonsense. If I find out that you are colluding with these hooligans, I will never let you off easily."

In the evening, a sudden rainstorm hit. Zhou Xing's pancake stall could not operate normally, so he had to close it. However, when he was packing up, he found Ling Xue alone in the duty booth dealing with confiscated items.

Zhou Xingxing used his spiritual sense to sense that the confiscated umbrellas exuded a strange evil spirit. He was startled and realized that things were not simple. At this moment, an umbrella bone suddenly flew over, aiming at Ling Xue's throat.

Zhou Xing didn't have time to think, and grabbed the umbrella ribs with his bare hands. His palm was cut, and blood dripped onto the umbrella surface, but was instantly swallowed by the umbrella surface.

When Ling Xue saw this, her heart tightened. She looked at Zhou Xing and asked, "Who are you? Why do you have such skills?"

Zhou Xing did not answer, but just looked at her silently. The atmosphere between the two became a little subtle.

Late at night, after Zhou Xing closed his pancake stall, he was about to go home when suddenly Ling Xue appeared in front of him.

"Come with me." Ling Xue said.

Zhou Xing was confused, but he still followed Ling Xue to a remote alley. There was a late-night food stall here, and Ling Xue took Zhou Xing in.

"Boss, give me two servings of kebabs." Ling Xue said.

The two sat in front of the kebab stall. Ling Xue took off her urban management armband and placed it on the table. She looked at Zhou Xing and said, "I'm tired of the marriage arranged by my family, so I applied for a transfer to the grassroots."

While Zhou Xing was flipping the skewers, he said, "It seems like you have your troubles too."

Ling Xue nodded and said, "Yes, sometimes I am really tired. But meeting you today makes me feel a little different."

Zhou Xing smiled and said nothing. At this time, the skewers were ready, and Zhou Xing handed a skewer to Ling Xue. Ling Xue took the skewer, took a bite, and a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.

"You're quite good at grilling skewers." Ling Xue said.

Zhou Xing smiled and said, "Of course, this is a craft passed down from my ancestors."

However, their relaxing moment did not last long. Suddenly, a group of demon puppets disguised as drunkards broke into the food stall. They were armed with weapons and attacked Zhou Xing and Ling Xue.

Zhou Xing quickly pulled out a pancake spatula and stood in front of Ling Xue. Ling Xue was not afraid either. She swung the urban management recorder and smashed the knee of a puppet. The two fought back to back, with oil stains and blood stains intertwined.

"It looks like we are in trouble again." Zhou Xing said.

"Hmph, come on, I want to see what tricks you can play." Ling Xue said.

After a fierce battle, they finally repelled the demon puppet. But Zhou Xing and Ling Xue both knew that this was just the beginning, and a greater crisis was yet to come.

After the last battle, Zhou Xing and Ling Xue realized that there must be a bigger conspiracy behind these demon puppets. They decided to investigate secretly to find out the mastermind.

Zhou Xing deliberately posted a "net-famous pancake" video on social media, attracting the attention of many students and netizens. Ling Xue cooperated with him, pretending to drive away the pancake stall, but actually observing secretly.

However, their plan attracted the attention of the gangsters, who kidnapped the students and forced Zhou Xing to add a poisonous insect to the pancake batter. Zhou Xing used chili powder to cover up the smell of the poison.

When the gangsters sent the pancakes with "poison" to the mastermind, Zhou Xing and Ling Xue had already set a trap. Ling Xue led the special police to break into the house, and Zhou Xing used the pancake shovel as a sword to pierce the gang leader's dantian.

"How dare you set a trap to harm me!" the gang leader roared angrily.

Zhou sneered and said, "Do you think you can escape the punishment of the law? Today is your doomsday."

Ling Xue looked at Zhou Xing with a hint of admiration in her eyes. She didn't expect that Zhou Xing not only had superb skills, but was also so smart.

Just when Zhou Xing and Ling Xue thought the crisis was over, the heavens sent down a thunderstorm. The pancake stand was enveloped by thunder and fire, and the surrounding air was scorched hot.

Zhou Xing refined the frying pan into a magical weapon, and the runes on the bottom of the pan flickered, resisting the attack of thunder and fire. Ling Xue used a fire hydrant to spray water, forming an ice and fire Tai Chi formation. The two held the handle of the pan together, resisting the punishment of heaven.

"Zhou Xing, we will definitely get through this." Ling Xue shouted.

"That's right, with you by my side, I'm not afraid of anything." Zhou Xing responded.

Under the bombardment of thunder and fire, the edge of the pot gradually melted. Zhou Xing used his body to block the splashing molten iron. Ling Xue looked at Zhou Xing's injured appearance and felt distressed. She tore open her uniform jacket and wrapped Zhou Xing's burns.

The two of them had curled hair, but they smiled at each other. They knew that as long as they were together, there was nothing they couldn't overcome.

The lightning dissipated, and the pancake stand turned into a bronze chariot, galloping on the Yellow Springs Road. Zhou Xing and Ling Xue stood on the chariot, their clothes fluttering. Zhou Xing held Ling Xue's hand and branded the "Same Contract" mark on her palm.

"Ling Xue, we have gone through so many disasters together. In the days to come, we must face them together." Zhou Xing said.

Ling Xue nodded and said, "Okay, no matter how many difficulties there are in the future, we will never leave each other."

As the chariot passed the Wangchuan River, the shadows of the successive leaders of the Haoqing Sect appeared in the carriage. The deacon elder stroked his beard and sighed, "Love calamity is the most heartbreaking, and the great truth is hidden in the pots and pans."

Zhou Xing and Ling Xue listened to the words of the deacon elder, and they were filled with emotion. They knew that they had successfully survived this disaster, but the road ahead was still long, and there were countless disasters waiting for them.

The chariot continued to move forward. Ling Xue, with flour on her temples, leaned on Zhou Xing's shoulder. The stars in front of them surged like thousands of lights on earth. Their figures gradually disappeared in the starry sky, leaving only a legendary story to spread in this vast universe. Zhou Xing felt dizzy, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in an unfamiliar room. He felt a sharp pain in his head, and memories came flooding back like a tide. He turned out to be an intangible cultural heritage inheritor online celebrity named Gu Chuan.

Today was the day for him to live broadcast his oil-paper umbrella skills. During the live broadcast, Zhou Xingxing used his spiritual sense to sense that a viewer was emitting a strange evil spirit. He was startled and quietly carved a hidden spell on the umbrella ribs.

When the exquisite oil-paper umbrella appeared in front of the camera, the comments instantly exploded. "This umbrella is so beautiful!" "Master Gu Chuan is so amazing!"... Zhou Xing smiled at the camera and patiently answered the audience's questions.

At this moment, Ling Xue broke into the live broadcast room as an inspector from the Culture and Tourism Bureau. She was dressed in a professional suit, with sharp eyes and a strong aura. "I am Ling Xue from the Culture and Tourism Bureau, and I am here to inspect your live broadcast activities."

Zhou Xing looked at Ling Xue and felt a sense of familiarity in his heart, but he pretended not to know her. Ling Xue glanced at the knife used for live broadcast and found a hidden mechanism in the handle. She was about to reach out to take it, but Zhou Xing suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "The knife is sharp, be careful."

The moment their skin touched, Zhou Xing and Ling Xue felt a current running through their bodies. They froze at the same time, as if time had stopped at this moment.

After the inspection, Ling Xue asked Zhou Xing to take her to inspect the intangible cultural heritage workshop, and Zhou Xing had no choice but to agree.

At night, the moonlight was shining on the ground, Zhou Xing and Ling Xue were walking on the way back to the workshop. Suddenly, several puppet assassins jumped out from the darkness. Zhou Xing reacted quickly, throwing out the umbrella ribs, turning them into sharp weapons to repel the assassins.

Ling Xue looked at Zhou Xing with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She secretly cast an ice spell to freeze the assassin's ankle. "Who are you?" Ling Xue asked.

Zhou Xing did not answer, but just looked at her silently. The two confronted each other for a while, and Zhou Xing turned and walked towards the workshop. Ling Xue followed behind him, full of doubts.

After returning to the workshop, Zhou Xing began to teach Ling Xue how to thread the umbrella. His fingers were slender and flexible, and he could move freely between the ribs. Ling Xue was concentrating on learning, but blood accidentally seeped out of her fingertips.

Zhou Xing saw the blood drop and his heart moved. He pretended to wipe it off, but in fact he used his spiritual power to force out the tracking Gu in her body. Ling Xue felt something was wrong and was about to ask, but Zhou Xing changed the subject.

"You need to slowly learn the threading technique," Zhou Xing said.

Soon after, the Cultural and Tourism Bureau held an intangible cultural heritage exhibition. Zhou Xing's oil-paper umbrella was placed in a prominent position. However, late at night, Zhou Xing's spiritual sense detected that someone had sneaked into the exhibition hall. When he arrived, he found Ling Xue holding his oil-paper umbrella and examining it carefully.

Under the moonlight, Ling Xue compared the pattern on the top of the umbrella with the fragments of the ancient book, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. "This pattern... is a lost star formation diagram." Ling Xue said.

At this time, a group of tomb robbers disguised as tourists attacked. They rushed to the exhibition hall with weapons in hand. Zhou Xing quickly opened the oil-paper umbrella, and in an instant, golden light appeared on the umbrella, forming a barrier to block the attack of the tomb robbers.

Ling Xue was not to be outdone, she waved her shawl and froze the hidden weapon. In the melee, Zhou Xing and Ling Xue fought back to back, their breathing intertwined.

"It seems we have to join forces to deal with these guys." Zhou Xing said.

"Okay." Ling Xue replied.

After a fierce battle, they finally defeated the tomb robbers. Zhou Xing and Ling Xue smiled at each other, and the distance between them seemed to have narrowed a little.

After the exhibition, Ling Xue took Zhou Xing to inspect the ancient town. Along the way, Zhou Xing always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at them in secret. He pretended to be drunk and leaned on Ling Xue. Although Ling Xue was a little shy, she still supported him.

At this moment, a poisoned crossbow arrow shot from the dark. Zhou Xing secretly activated the rune on the umbrella surface to bounce the crossbow arrow back. The assassin was exposed and turned out to be a demon cultivator.

Zhou Xing and Ling Xue chased to an abandoned theater. The theater was covered with mercury arrays, emitting a strange atmosphere. Ling Xue stepped on the mechanism and fell into an illusion. In the illusion, she saw the memory of her previous life.

Zhou Xing was extremely anxious when he saw this. He cut his palm and used his blood to draw a talisman to break the formation. The backlash of the formation made him cough up black blood, but he still persisted. Finally, Ling Xue woke up from the illusion.

"Thank you." Ling Xue looked at Zhou Xing, her eyes full of gratitude.

Zhou Xing smiled slightly and said, "You're welcome. We are partners."

In order to uncover the conspiracy behind the scenes, Ling Xue pretended to approve the commercial development plan. At the signing ceremony, Zhou Xing carved the umbrella handle into a soul-soothing beast. When the developer touched the contract, the umbrella beast roared and devoured the black air.

It turns out that the developer is a puppet of the evil cultivators, who are trying to destroy the spiritual energy of the ancient town. Zhou Xing and Ling Xue successfully thwart their plot.

However, their actions caused dissatisfaction among the demon cultivators, who manipulated public opinion and caused Zhou Xing to encounter a "plagiarism storm." The Internet was full of accusations and abuses against him.

When Ling Xue learned about this, she smashed the glass of the museum late at night and took out the century-old umbrella. She brought experts from the Cultural Relics Bureau to help Zhou Xing clear his name.

Just when Zhou Xing thought the crisis was over, he received a challenge from the demon cultivator. The location of the final battle was set at the papermaking workshop.

Ling Xue took the lead in setting up an ice formation to trap the enemy. Zhou Xing refined the seventy-two bone umbrellas into a sword formation and started a fierce battle with the demon cultivator. The demon cultivator sacrificed the soul-devouring banner, and a powerful evil force spread.

Zhou Xing and Ling Xue's souls were impacted and began to have double vision. But they did not retreat, and cooperated with each other to fight against the demon cultivator.

At the critical moment, Ling Xue blocked a fatal blow for Zhou Xing in order to save him. Zhou Xing looked at the injured Ling Xue and was furious. He burned his life essence and activated the secret method of Haoqing Sect. The oil-paper umbrella turned into a giant magic weapon that covered the sky and the sun, emitting a powerful light.

The demon cultivator was annihilated by this powerful force, but Zhou Xing also fell into a coma due to excessive consumption.

Zhou Xing wakes up in the forbidden area of ​​Haoqing Sect. He looks around and finds Ling Xue sleeping beside the cold jade bed. The deacon elder tells them that this catastrophe is called "Red Dust Mirror" and they need to break the love barrier together.

Zhou Xing then realized that their experience in the intangible cultural heritage world was all a dream. But his feelings for Ling Xue were real. In order to save Ling Xue, he broke into her sea of ​​consciousness.

In Ling Xue's consciousness, Zhou Xing saw the reincarnation phantom of the first night of the live broadcast. He found that Ling Xue had already fallen in love in reality, but she sealed her emotions because of the rules of heaven.

Zhou Xing decided to help Ling Xue break the seal. He kept attacking the seal, and each attack exhausted him physically and mentally. But he did not give up, and finally, with his efforts, a crack appeared in Ling Xue's seal.

However, they also attracted the attention of the Heavenly Dao. Chains fell from the sky and trapped the two. In the critical moment, Ling Xue burned her soul and broke the Heavenly Dao's confinement. She looked at Zhou Xing affectionately and said, "Nine thousand calamities are nothing. I only recognize you as a calamity."

The thunderclouds dispersed, and the oil-paper umbrella turned into a gilded flying boat that flew away. Zhou Xing and Ling Xue stood at the bow of the boat, their sleeves fluttering. Zhou Xing held Ling Xue's hand and wrote the words "return together" on her palm.

Just then, the bell on the mast suddenly rang.