The Great Sage is coming, and my mother is actually the White Bone Demon

Chapter 13 Love Storybook

Bai Ze first carefully filled the flowerpot with what he thought was the best soil, then took out the emerald green fairy seeds like treasures, planted them in the soil, and then filled a little water to water them.

"I really hope a fairy will grow out of it."

Bai Ze thought so, and he was also thinking about a question. If he really gave birth to a fairy, wouldn't the fairy call him dad?
After all, it was me who gave birth to her and raised her.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, the voice of Ying Lao came into Bai Ze’s mind.

Bai Ze said: "Of course I planted immortal seeds. Teacher, I don't know if my planting method is correct?"

The voice in my mind was silent for a while: "Okay, you try planting it this way first. I have never touched immortal seeds, but I heard that it requires the use of five-colored soil."

Bai Ze asked: "Five-colored soil?"

Master Ying said: "Most of the precious natural treasures in this world are born on the five-colored soil, but your White Tiger Ridge is not a fairy mountain, nor is it a mountain range in heaven, so it is probably difficult to find the five-colored soil.

But you can try what you are doing now.”

"Ah."

Bai Ze nodded: "Use my method to plant it first. If it doesn't work, go find five-colored soil. I will definitely use this hard-earned fairy seed to grow a beautiful, lovely, gentle, generous, sexy, and intelligent fairy."

"Ahem..." Old Ying coughed twice, "I understand your beautiful fantasy about this immortal seed, and I hope that this immortal seed of yours can really grow into a being with all the perfect elements in your mind.

But I have to remind you that the fairy seed might grow into a slovenly, ugly old man with a big beard, and this ugly old man with a big beard will call you, a child, dad. "

"No way?"

Bai Ze suddenly felt that this was too cruel, from a fairy to a bearded uncle?
It's acceptable to be called dad by a cute and beautiful girl, but if he is called dad by a sloppy old man with a beard, the picture is too beautiful. Bai Ze staggered and couldn't accept it.

"Hahaha."

In Bai Ze's mind, he heard Ying Lao's evil laughter.

Bai Ze said: "Teacher, can you please stop teasing me like this? I want to grow a fairy, but you say I will grow a sloppy old man. Isn't this too heartbreaking?"

Master Ying said: "I am just reminding you that the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment, so you'd better not have too high fantasies about this fairy seed, especially thinking of growing a lovely girl.

Maybe what he planted was not the goddess you expected, but the demon king who dominated the nine heavens?"

Bai Ze rolled his eyes. Although he was a little disappointed that it wasn’t the goddess, he could accept it if it was the Demon Lord. At least that would be a powerful fighting force.

It's better than a sloppy old man, right?

At this time, there was a noise outside the cave. Bai Ze heard the sound of unloading the truck. He immediately knew that it was Ah Fu, the housekeeper of the White Bone Cave, who had returned, and he ran out in a hurry.

Sure enough, Butler Ah Fu was directing some skeletons to unload the truck.

Bai Ze said: "Uncle Afu, you are back!"

"Hey! Hey! The old slave is back!"

Ah Fu took a parcel wrapped in oil paper from the car and handed it to Bai Ze: "Master, this is the Zhang's roast duck that I brought you. Try it, it's delicious!"

Bai Ze took the roast duck, opened it and took a bite impatiently, praising it loudly: "It smells so good!"

In fact, the taste is just average. Bai Ze is a modern man after all, and the various delicacies are not comparable to those of this era. This roast duck is far worse than Shuntianfu roast duck.

It’s just that the other person came all the way to bring something for him out of consideration, so Bai Ze naturally has to respond.

The old butler Ah Fu felt warm at heart when he saw the child in front of him eating with his mouth full of oil. He smiled and said, "It's delicious, much better than the food of that hunter."

Most of the daily diet in the White Bone Cave comes from the game hunted by the Corpse Demon Hunter and his cooking, and the taste is indeed unsatisfactory.

"By the way, Uncle Afu, have you inquired about the news about Tang Monk and his disciples?"

After eating half a roast chicken, Bai Ze wiped his hands with the help of two skeleton soldiers and asked about the important matters that concerned him.

Ah Fu said, "I asked around, otherwise I wouldn't have come back so late. Someone said that someone saw the pig-headed monster hanging on a tree in a place called Jiajiazhuang."

Jiajiazhuang?
Bajie was hung on a tree?
Bai Ze thought for a moment and thought that this difficulty should be that Tang Monk and his disciples were tested on their sincerity in obtaining the scriptures by several incarnations of Bodhisattvas. As a result, Bajie could not resist the temptation of money, sex and food and was severely punished.

In that case, then we should go to the Immortal Zhenyuan and steal the ginseng fruit.

After eating the ginseng fruit, the pilgrims will reach Baihu Ridge.

Based on this calculation of the distance, the pilgrims would definitely not be able to arrive within a month, which made Bai Ze breathe a sigh of relief.

He was afraid that the Jade Emperor's daughter would come down to earth too late and his mother would not have time to seize her soul, and the pilgrims would arrive early. Then, there would be nothing that he and his mother would be able to do.

It seems that there is still time, Bai Ze is ready to carry out the next plan.

He called the maid Hong Lingluo into the room and said, "Sister Lingluo, I have something I want to trouble you with. Can you help me?"

Hong Lingluo said, "Master, just give me your instructions. Why are you being so polite to me?"

"Ahem..." Bai Ze coughed twice like a little adult, and said a little embarrassedly: "Sister Lingluo, can you please help me draw some pictures?"

Hong Lingluo: "Picture?"

Bai Ze said: "Yes, I want to draw a romantic story book, so I specially asked Sister Ling Luo for help."

Hong Lingluo was an oiran in her lifetime, so she was naturally proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so painting some things was certainly no problem for her.

Hong Lingluo: "Romance... a storybook?"

Hong Lingluo covered her open mouth in surprise, thinking to herself, the young master is so young, and he's already asking for romance novels?

isn't it?
isn't it?
With a shy look, Hong Lingluo rolled her eyes at Bai Ze: "Oh, young master, you are too precocious. How old are you?"

Bai Ze blushed. In order to drag Dong Yong into the water, he could only bite the bullet and clasp his fists and say, "Trouble Sister Ling Luo to help!"

"Haa~" Hong Lingluo swung the red handkerchief in her hand and glanced at Bai Ze strangely, "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, I won't tell the madam.

I will draw whatever you want for you!"

At this moment, Hong Lingluo no longer called herself a servant, and accepted Bai Ze's title of sister.

"Is such that……"

So, Bai Ze began to introduce to Hong Lingluo the modern version of the various love and action plots that are unique to the island country.

These plots can be regarded as an enlightenment education for modern youth, and many truths of life are revealed from here.

However, Hong Lingluo was stunned.

She had never expected that the romance novel her young master asked her to draw would have such content.

Why is it happening like that? !
Moreover, are there so many kinds of postures in this world?
How come I didn’t know this before?

Hong Lingluo felt as if her cheeks were being burned through, like boiling water that was smoking.

"This... this, this, this... little ancestor, what are you talking about? Where did you learn all this knowledge?"

Hong Lingluo suddenly discovered that her young master was no longer innocent.

"Taught by an immortal!"

Bai Ze said with a big face, since it has come to this point, Bai Ze just made up a lie.

Then he heard the rattling sound of chains in the chasm, and naturally Mr. Ying was unhappy.

Ying Laodao said: "Little brat, don't throw all the dirty water on your teacher, I didn't teach you these things.

It is you, the child, who have a dirty heart."

Is your heart dirty?
Bai Ze wanted to say in his heart that this was art, and even the performers were called teachers. But after thinking about it, he decided to give up. How could these Journey to the West bumpkins understand any profound art?

Bai Ze asked: "Sister Lingluo, can you draw?"

The corner of Hong Lingluo's mouth twitched, and her expression was extremely ugly: "...I can draw, but my dear, are you sure you want me to draw these?"

Bai Ze said: "I am useful!"

"..."

Hong Lingluo was speechless. What's the point of you saying this?
It's still not a good thing!

Hong Lingluo glanced at the child who was only as tall as her thighs. She really underestimated you. She sighed and said, "Okay, Master likes this kind of thing, so I will do my best to draw it well!"

"That's great. Sister Ling Luo, remember to draw it very clearly, with every detail in place, to give people the feeling that there is a real person in front of you."

Hong Lingluo: “…”

Young master, you are too shy!

Bai Ze thought for a moment, and then warned: "Oh, Sister Ling Luo, don't indulge in these plots. These are decadent and backward ideas that do not conform to the values ​​of positive energy."

"..."

Hong Lingluo was speechless!

Who came up with these first and said they were not in line with positive values?

And you said I would be addicted?

What a joke, would I be addicted to such vulgar things?

But then, how am I going to deal with these situations next?
I have to draw it stroke by stroke, and it has to be very detailed, with every detail in place!
Hong Lingluo was full of grievances. She took the task given by Bai Ze and went to her room to draw the storybook.

This is bound to be a restless night.

(End of this chapter)