After Cultivating for 300 Years, He Was Struck by Lightning and Returned to Earth to Open a Gourmet B&B.

After the social beast An Si Nian died suddenly, he traveled to the realm of cultivation for three hundred years. The next second after successfully building the foundation, he was stunned again - due to the inner demons, he was kicked back to the earth by the calamity three times in a row. Heart... Demon? He was puzzled, what on earth was it? 1. Is it a lottery ticket that I didn't have time to cash in before traveling through time? 2. Did you survive until you died suddenly and didn't have time to hand over the report to the bald leader? 3. Or the scumbag ex-boyfriend who lived apart for two years but was married for three years without a chance to take revenge? 4. The trumpet that your parents practiced after you came out as gay, and the biological brother you have never met? Forget it, too lazy to guess. Anyway, I'm back, so there's no need to take this crappy class. Redeem your lottery ticket first! Then open a gourmet B&B → create a private training base → accept a few people you like as apprentices → By the way, I picked a retired policeman with a vicious mouth and good looks to be my exclusive driver. As for spiritual energy recovery and extraordinary awakening? That must have nothing to do with me. Everything was fine, but on the day when the gate was officially established, the disciples of the human phalanx almost got into a fight. Apprentice A, who has just returned from the earthquake in Sakura Country: I cut blocks for my master. I am usually closest to him. I am the senior brother. Disciple B, who just returned from clearing the flood site: I bought errands for the master, and I am the oldest, so I am the senior brother. Disciple C waved the python tendon in his hand: Don't make any noise! I am the front desk and accountant, and I have two jobs. Who dares to compete with me? Must be senior sister! The disciples of the Fairy Phalanx transformed late. Not to mention their jobs, they didn't even have their ID cards, so they didn't dare to speak. The person watching the ceremony kindly tried to stop the fight: To be fair, let's follow the entry time. Who did your master teach first? Yan Zhen:? ? ? Why are you looking at me? It's hard to be a master's wife, don't cue. ~Modern urban fantasy, ancient taste and old technology, I am a cultivator of immortality, daily flow, food first (in terms of the stupid author's taste) ~ Mentally getting older but physically getting older ~The reason why the main character is related to the wood type, slightly charming, slightly more single arrows, ex-boyfriend online dating has no real relationship, double C, HE I want to lie down, but God is chasing me to feed me. The Buddha-type foodie suffers × almost died, but I didn't die due to the battle damage and gloomy attack. - Pre-receipt of "Plans have changed, prepare to ascend the throne" The Ninth Prince Xiao Ting's greatest wish in life is to hug the crown prince's brother's thigh tightly, become a king in the future, and live a life of silky playfulness. On this day, I was ordered to go on a blind date by the prince, but it was not Miss Fei's family who came, but her world-famous eldest brother Fei Shi. This general, whose nickname is Jiang Hu, is eight feet tall, majestic and burly, but speaks in a dazzling manner, saying that both of them are short-lived cannon fodder villains in the book, and will follow the prince to fail in their rebellion and die without a burial place. "Brother in distress, please give me a hand." Fei Shi patted him on the shoulder, "As for getting married? Forget it, you still have to put it on the Book of Hell." Xiao Ting thought to himself that you farted, but smiled on the outside. After seeing off the guests, he went straight to the East Palace to tell the truth. As a result, he happened to catch the prince trying on the newly made dragon robe. Xiao Ting: O. O Okay, brother Jianghu, now we are really brothers in distress. It was too late to join other royal brothers. The royal family had no good faults. In order to save his life, Xiao Ting came up with a plan: he would cut off his sleeves and completely withdraw from the battle for the inheritance! The target, of course, is Fei Shi, a good brother who knows the plot well. Fans are given to brothers in the three days of summer, and warm beds are warmed for brothers in the dead of winter. In addition to thinking about delicious food according to his preferences, enjoying building a house, and teasing the students in the children's academy, Xiao Ting lives a low-key life and never interferes in government affairs. Until one day, when he closed and opened his eyes, the whole palace was standing in silence, and his good brother held a crown in his hand and smiled gently at him: "Plans have changed, it's time to take the throne." - Fei Shi has been wearing books for several months, missing modern air conditioning and takeaway food every day. The original person was a general who was destined to rebel and lose his head, but he was just a philosophy professor who could lie down but never sit down. Until I met Xiao Ting, the stupid and arrogant ninth prince who died miserably in the book. Fei Shi wanted to make a few random remarks to create a good relationship. Unexpectedly, this man nodded superficially, but then turned around and dared to go to the East Palace to stab Lou Zi. Seeing Xiao Ting crawling back, grabbing his sleeve and shouting "Brother Jianghu, save me", Fei Shi collapsed on the recliner without opening his eyes: "Simple. First of all, stop getting involved in government affairs; secondly, engage in some irrelevant hobbies; and then... Well, it's too cold in winter, so you should warm up my house first." Fei Shi's original intention was to let Xiao Ting get busy and leave him alone. Unexpectedly, this prince was stubborn and regarded every word as an imperial edict. The execution ability of an idiot is terrifying. Fei Shi was nibbling the honey buns baked by Xiao Ting and watching the man humming a song and drawing the new city plan, and suddenly felt—— This broken book seems to be able to save it. As for Xiao Ting, he always sneaked into his room, raised his snow-white feet after warming up the couch, dragged his chin and blinked: Brother Jianghu, do I look like a broken sleeve... Fei Shi swallowed the steamed bun and wiped his hands calmly. Picture. Why not. But it's just a look, and I haven't seriously studied how to use the cut sleeves at first glance. But it doesn't matter. He has a lot of means and teaches it himself. In one sentence, it can be summed up in a nutshell: The script is written and directed with the mouth, and the fool takes the initiative to build the infrastructure, pretending to cut off his sleeves and acting, turning the script of "Gou Ming" into a founding legend. I'm stupid and arrogant, but I'm really dedicated to my appearance, beauty and suffering. I'm lazy and greedy. I can lie down and never sit down to teach. ~ Mutual favor, double C, HE —————————— Welcome to taste the final article of the column "The canary of Captain Yan's family has become a spirit" "Dear General Teacher" "Isn't the tender-boned beauty sweet to him?" "Cat-Eyed Little O and His Venomous Tongue Boss" Mission: Failure is the starting point of self-definition, and struggle is never-ending.