Feng Baobao, a former disciple of the Emei Sect, had a similar affection with Mo Shenggu ten years ago. He became a couple under the witness of Zhang Sanfeng and Master Mie Jue, and is now a deacon in the Wudang Canteen.

Canteen Deacon.

It doesn't sound very good, but in fact, Feng Baobao's subordinates are in charge of twelve chefs and thirty-six Wudang outer disciples who are responsible for purchasing.

The grain reserves, daily food distribution, and monthly money transactions are also under the control of this "canteen aunt".

Very powerful!

Of course, although Feng Baobao is in charge of these, the canteen is still under the command of Zhang Songxi, the fourth disciple of Zhang Zhenren.

It was only after Zhang Cuishan and his wife died that Zhang Songxi was addicted to martial arts and never cared about common things. The power of the canteen fell into Feng Baobao's hands.

The above are all speculations made by Renli alone after listening to other people's chats.

As for what the facts are...

"Don't be lazy! There are still forty-six lunch boxes, Xiao Mingyue, if you can't finish it, don't plan to go to bed tonight!"

In the kitchen behind the canteen, Feng Baobao's voice was like a demon, and the hearing made people feel cold.

I'm still a child...

Washing the oil on the plate with hot water, Lanli looked at the high plate falling in front of him, and tears appeared in her eyes.

Very aggrieved.

Sure enough, I was still not strong enough, otherwise I would have tied up this ugly 38 and sank the river!

No! It’s wrong to kill someone! She should be locked in a small dark room, and she won’t be given food if she doesn’t finish three thousand plates a day!

In his heart, he kept making all kinds of vicious curses at Feng Baobao, but Lan Li's hand movements did not stop.

The remaining forty-six plates have no dish sores, and they have to be washed clean.

Lan Li took about half an hour to finish her baptizing.

Then, before he could breathe, Feng Baobao's mockery came to his ears: "It's so ink to wash dishes, but you're so embarrassed to feel wronged if you're like this?

Do you know? Just call a village woman at the foot of the mountain, and these hundred or so plates will be washed clean in a quarter of an hour!”

Say that nonsense!

You are still in the dishwasher and it is clean in one minute!!!

Lan Li was furious, but knew that she could not afford to offend the old woman in front of her, so she still had to bear the anger in her heart and admit defeat: "Sir Feng, look, the plates in the canteen have been washed. Can Mingyue be allowed to go back to bed? Mingyue still has morning classes tomorrow..."

While speaking, Lan Li looked pitiful with the unyielding tears that had not yet passed away.

OK!

His current appearance is half a child, and it is pitiful to behave like this now.

Feng Baobao's heart was softened...

Unfortunately, although the old woman from Emei has a wide range of maternal love, she doesn't know how to express it.

He was still frightened: "Okay, don't be wronged, isn't it just to punish you for doing some work?

Look at you like a bear!

It’s getting late, if you are anxious to go back to practice…”

Seeing that Feng Baobao was willing to let go, Lan Li hurriedly said, "Mr. Feng! I haven't practiced the introductory mental method today yet!"

Feng Baobao's face changed in seconds: "Then you have to accompany me to the back mountain to feed the tiger master!"

Lanli: "..."

You unreasonable old woman!!!

......

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Wudang Back Mountain.

Lan Li held a large pot of cooked pork ribs in her hand and followed Feng Baobao on the gravel path leading to the tiger's lord.

Tiger Lord, Black Tiger.

One of the mountain-protecting spirit beasts in Wudang Mountain!

It has been a month since I traveled through time, and Lan Li hasn't seen this legendary existence.

On weekdays, I heard Zhuo Yihang and others talk about it.

It is said that the tiger lord is a spiritual tiger with a length of more than four meters and a height similar to an adult man. It is a spiritual beast that the ancestor Zhang Zhenren traveled all over the world when he was young and collected from the mountains.

The tiger that has lived for hundreds of years also has pure black fur.

It can be regarded as auspiciousness in the world.

Well, this tiger is older than Zhenren Zhang. It is really hard to refute that it is auspicious.

At least this guy doesn't eat people...

After almost half an hour of leaving, Feng Baobao took Lan Li to stop in front of a clearing space surrounded by the jungle.

"Okay, see the tree stump in the middle of the open space in front, go forward and put the meat on it."

Feng Baobao said coldly with his waist on his back.

"Yes, Master Feng."

Behind Feng Baobao, Lan Li walked forward with a wooden basin, and his eyes began to look around.

Since Black Tiger can stay in Wudang Mountain for so many years, she must be human.

Lanley wasn't afraid that she would be eaten by it.

I was afraid that this "spiritual beast" would suddenly come out and scare myself.

At the same time, Lan Li was also a little curious about this spirit tiger.

The pure black tiger, who had lived for hundreds of years and was four meters long, said that he didn't want to see him, and Lan Li couldn't deceive him.

pity.

The spirit beast in Wudang seemed to have no "prank" mentality. Until Lan Li put down the food and walked back to Feng Baobao, it did not jump out.

Seeing that the black tiger did not appear, Lan Li hesitated for two seconds and asked Feng Baobao: "Sir Feng, when will the tiger master come?"

The response to Lan Li was Feng Baobao's smile-like expression.

"Why, you guy can't wait?"

"No, I'm just curious about what the tiger looks like."

"Didn't you think about being a tiger-fighting hero?"

"My aunt is joking."

Lan Li looked embarrassed.

By the way, what is his image in Feng Baobao’s heart?

He is still a tiger with just his little body?

I'm afraid that no big cat can take him away!

Should I be cowardly or have to be cowardly...

"It's good if not."

Feng Baobao didn't look back when he spoke, but just looked into the distance.

After about three or five minutes, Lan Li suddenly felt a little itchy behind her.

Subconsciously, he stretched out one hand and touched it backwards.

Flesh.

It seems a little wet?

Looking back.

Take a look.

Legs are weak...

In the dark night, a ferocious beast with a body as big as a hill was no more than twenty centimeters behind him, staring at him with eyes as big as his age.

"Tiger...Tiger Lord...Hello."

Resisting the desire to shout, Lan Li, whose throat was dry, swallowed her saliva, and her body stiffened and greeted the tiger behind her.

The tiger did not move.

"Tiger, I am a Wudang disciple. This is here to bring you food."

I don’t know if I understood Lan Li’s words, but the tiger got closer and sniffed Lan Li with its nose that was bigger than Lan Li’s slap.

It's smelling.

Lan Li didn't dare to move, so she had to look at Feng Baobao beside her with help.

Lan Feng Baobao didn't speak, but just held his chest and watched how he responded.

what to do?

Don't panic!

This tiger has lived for hundreds of years and is still a mountain-protecting beast in Wudang. It has long become a spirit and will definitely not eat me.

Probably...it should...can't be...
Chapter completed!