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Chapter 21 Taboo

The scope of responsibility of the four Taoist schools is different. Except for those who come to the door in person, the default scope of responsibility is the city where they are located, and each is good at very different things.

The Yunhuai Jiang family is good at paper-making techniques, and even better at insight into people's hearts. Almost every family has superficial abilities. They often use locust tree juice and gilt ink, and occasionally sell funeral items to make some extra money;

Lanling Song's family is good at making talismans, which are extremely powerful, and they don't sell any peripherals, and only rely on talismans to catch ghosts to make money;

Kejin Zhang's family is good at raising ghosts, wandering in the capital and entertainment circles, providing little ghosts, gaining popularity and attracting money;

The Qihu Pan family is good at sealing ghosts, and only sells brands to make money. The boss of the Qihu Seventh Division is very good at calculating, and basically no matter big or small can escape his hexagrams.

There is nothing wrong with what the Zhang family did, but there have been many things in the entertainment industry and the capital circle in recent years, so that Ke Jinshan, who was deeply involved in it, was also scolded by the metaphysics family. It is normal for the so-called "secrets of unlucky ghosts" to be rejected by the metaphysics family.

Song Zhuo took a deep breath: "The conference on crimes... Our metaphysical world has not held it for 300 years. Ke Jinshan must not open this one."

If Ke Jinshan is finished, their Lanlingshan will probably be dragged out to flog the corpses. After all, Lanlingshan did not become independent under the authorization of Yunhuaishan many years ago, but betrayed the independent mountain. The impact of this matter is still very big.

Lanling Mountain has been raped for so many years, and those words have not appeared around Lanling Mountain in the past hundred years. Song Zhuo doesn't want Lanling Mountain to be pulled out again.

Pian Pian snorted, then looked at Jiang Yichen eagerly: "My lord, I'm so hungry, I want to eat."

Jiang Yichen touched his stomach, and said "Thank you, I'm hungry too": "Thank you for reminding me, Pianpian, Song Zhuo, let's go eat."

Reluctantly, Pian Pian flew onto Jiang Yichen's shoulder, and shouted into Jiang Yichen's ear, "I'm hungry too for your Pian Pian! I want to eat incense! Incense—fire—"

However, Jiang Yichen covered his ears with his hands like a normal person: "The gust of wind just now was quite strong, and I was almost deaf. Song Zhuo, what do you want to eat? Why don't you go out and eat chicken pot?"

"Yes." Although Song Zhuo felt a little distressed, he still looked happy when he heard the word "chicken pot". "It's been a long time since I've eaten it. I really miss its taste."

Pieces was helpless, it flew from Jiang Yichen's shoulder to Jiang Yichen's upper quilt, turned over a few times, and the more he thought about it, the more he got angry: "My lord, bring me incense, otherwise you don't want me to take you out to trace the origin today."

Who knows that Jiang Yichen doesn't like it at all: "Then you don't want to go back to Yunhuai Mountain in the future."

Pian Pian rushed up: "I'm not hungry anymore! I was talking nonsense just now, so don't pay attention to me. Go and eat quickly. Don't starve your stomach. Your health is not very good."

After Jiang Yichen responded, he went out with Song Zhuo.

Pian Pian hummed a song, and before he finished humming, he heard the arrogant voice of a student in the dormitory opposite to his ears.

Pian Pian resolutely used his body to go out, lying on the door of the opposite bedroom to listen to what was being said inside, and at the same time trying his best to hide his yin and hostility.

He wanted to help Jiang Yichen, but he couldn't do bad things with good intentions.

Jiang Yichen and Song Zhuo, who were walking to the chicken pot at this time, were glad that it was Friday, and most of the students had gone home, and there was no one here to compete with them for a seat—even just one person.

The boys sitting in the outermost row against the wall in the Chicken Pot store turned their heads and just saw the two of them, and waved to them enthusiastically. Song Zhuo politely returned his greeting.

Jiang Yichen was indifferent - because he didn't know him.

He has only been transferred to this class for two days, and he knows very few people, except for Yu Zhao. After all, he does not intend to have too much interaction with other people in this class, and there are many He was so deadly that he didn't like dealing with such people.

Song Zhuo whispered to him: "The one who greeted us is Huang Qifeng whom He Ziyao mentioned. His family is very rich and his grades are not very good, but there is nothing to say about his life."

"Fu second generation?"

Song Zhuo nodded: "Although he is a rich second generation, he has no airs and is easy to get along with."

Jiang Yichen laughed, didn't say anything else, and walked straight to Huang Qifeng's seat. Huang Qifeng was sitting alone. Jiang Yichen asked him naturally: "Student, in the same class, share a table?"

Huang Qifeng smiled politely: "Of course, you can still adapt to our school after two days?"

Jiang Yichen was inexplicably uncomfortable with his attitude of being the host: "It's very adaptable, after all, my roommates take good care of me."

Huang Qifeng looked at Song Zhuo who was following Jiang Yichen, and the smile on his face widened a bit: "Well, I can see that you and Song Zhuo have a very good relationship."

Song Zhuo saw that the atmosphere between the two of them was not quite right, so he picked up the menu on the table and drew a picture, and asked while checking, "Brother, we should eat a small pot, right?"

"Ah."

Song Zhuo asked again: "Do you have any taboos?"

"Don't eat coriander, I'm allergic to konjac, don't eat broccoli, don't eat cauliflower, don't eat bamboo shoots, I want a portion of lotus root, and I want an extra portion of fungus."

According to Jiang Yichen's words and his own preferences, Song Zhuo chose a moderately spicy dish, and then handed the menu to the aunt in the kitchen.

As soon as Song Zhuo came back, he heard Huang Qifeng say to Jiang Yichen: "Student Jiang, you need a balanced diet. You can't be so picky. You should also try to eat those things you didn't eat before. You might get a special surprise."

Jiang Yichen opened his chair and sat down, facing Huang Qifeng, looking into Huang Qifeng's eyes, but couldn't see any emotional fluctuations, he pulled the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice: "Student Huang Qifeng, you can't The things you want should be touched less, there are some things you can't touch in your situation. Are you not in good health recently?"

Huang Qifeng put the small bowl of rice in his hand aside, straightened his face: "I don't know what you are talking about."

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◇Very different: contradict each other, far apart

◇Chicken Pot: From "Chongqing Chicken Pot"～