What happened to the black control group on the entire network who knows XNUMX million skill points?

The next day, recording went on normally.

However, among the accompanying filming team, there was an additional master wearing a yellow Taoist uniform with an eye-catching Bagua array printed on the back. He also held a whisk in his hand, with a serious expression on his face and sharp eyebrows.

Apparently, he is Master Luo Song invited by Director Li.

The moment Yan Xin appeared, his gaze fell straight on her body, and that look made people very uncomfortable.

Yan Xin's expression remained as usual, and Lele followed Yan Xin like a little tail, holding a bottle of AD calcium milk in her hand.

After a night, the black energy on Lele's body had completely dissipated, revealing the appearance of a two-year-old child, who was more than a little shorter than Fang Yanlin.

However, he had almost no meat on his body and was as skinny as a skinny kitten.

He is a ghost and ordinary people cannot see him because Yan Xin specially asked him to hide his aura, and even An An did not notice it.

As for Master Luo Song, Yan Xin was not sure at first, but when she saw the look in his eyes, she was completely relieved.

He didn't find Lele at all.

"Are you Yan Xin?"

Yan Xin had a faint smile on his face.

"Yes."

"You are quite capable, but you know, there are people who are better than others. Don't just show off after learning a little bit. You won't know how you will fall into trouble."

Yan Xin is kind to others, adhering to the idea that doing more is worse than doing less, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Master, for your advice. This must be the experience that Master has finally summed up over the years. The younger generation can learn from it."

Yan Xin's attitude is humble, but it always makes people feel something is wrong.

Master Luo Song snorted coldly.

"Ignorant boy, sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued."

Yan Xin smiled back and said nothing. After all, this Master Luo Song was already in his 40s, and he was entering menopause, so he didn't want to let his popularity get the better of him.

Shen Yue was the first to disagree with Master Luo Song's contempt for Yan Xin's strength.

"Master, Xinxin's strength is great."

"That's just to deceive you young people. What can you understand in your 20s?" Master Luo Song disagreed with Shen Yue's words.

Shen Yue wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Yan Xin.

What they mean is that Master Luo Song is very prestigious in the aristocratic circles of the capital. As a member of the Shen family, Shen Yue should not offend this person too much because of her.

As for Luo Song, Yan Xin will definitely find an opportunity in the future to let him see what it means to have people outside the world and heaven outside the world.

A master in his 40s dared to question her on age and experience. He really didn't know why.

In her previous life, she was old enough to be his great-grandfather, and she even had to walk around for a while.

"No matter what Yan Xin knows, he can't even handle a female ghost. Master Luo Song has to do it himself." Zhou Changyu helped.

Shen Yue glanced at him lightly, her tone not polite at all.

"Are you saying that because there was no camera to record your ugly behavior last night?"

"Okay, okay, Xinxin is still very good. Please don't start arguing. We are going to start recording the show. Master Luo Song will have to work hard for you to take care of us in the past two days." Song Xiaolan smiled slightly and hurried out to smooth things over. .

Song Xiaolan has a peaceful temperament, and she almost plays the role of a good old guy in this.If it hadn't been for her, several guests who were at odds with each other would have started fighting.

After all, Song Xiaolan was the eldest and most prestigious among the guests. Once she spoke, Zhou Changyu couldn't say anything else.With the blessing of Master Luo Song, these guests were not so panicked even if they saw the female ghost with their own eyes last night.

After breakfast, Director Li kept his usual smile.

"Director Li, what are we doing today? Are we going to work in the fields again?" Shen Yue asked.

Director Li smiled and said calmly.

"No, today is the annual autumn harvest ancestor worship ceremony in Tongjiang Village. The local villagers will hold a grand ceremony. You can go and see it and learn how to make a mascot. Come on, everyone."

Although what Director Li said was simple, several of the tortured guests did not think so.

Their first stop today was at the village chief's house.

The autumn harvest ancestor worship in Tongjiang Village is quite grand. It is only morning, but there are already more than a dozen people in the small courtyard of the village chief's house.

These are old women with some experience in Tongjiang Village. They are here to help the village chief's aunt make a unique cake called Jinsha Ciba in Tongjiang Village.

It is said that they do it once a year at this time to worship the gods, to thank the gods for their care and to pray for good weather in the coming year.

The golden glutinous rice cakes for worship are released, and the other glutinous rice cakes can be equally distributed to every household.

Each of these old women was carrying a basket in their hands, and some even had hoes in their hands. They were fully dressed and seemed to be heading up the mountain.

Jingchuan told Yan Xin that in addition to glutinous rice flour, the main material for making Jinsha Ciba is a plant called Jinsha grass.

The golden sand grass is only found in the Tongjiang Mountain area. Now these old women are going up the mountain to collect the golden sand grass for making golden sand glutinous rice cake.

According to the intention of the program team, they and other guests also had to go up the mountain to shoot together, but Yan Xin was allowed to stay at the village chief's house because of his injury and inconvenient legs and feet, helping the village chief's aunt.

When the aunt saw that Yan Xin was a girl and was injured, she asked her to sit aside and rest.

Around noon, the dozens of people who went up the mountain came back.

It's just that their expressions don't look right, especially Zhou Changyu who was almost helped back by someone. There was no color on Junyi's face, as if he had been drained of energy by something.

"Ah, what happened?" The aunt came over and was surprised when she saw this scene.

"We encountered a mountain ghost, and it came out to hurt people again." A peasant woman looked pale and her tone was filled with fear.

"Come out again?" Auntie frowned.

"Let me go back and ask a few people to go over and take a look."

"Fortunately, there is a master here this time." The other peasant woman seemed to be relieved and looked at Master Luo Song.

The aunt followed the gaze of the peasant woman who spoke and saw Master Luo Song in Taoist robes. Respect immediately appeared in her eyes.

"Thanks to the master's intervention this time, otherwise it would be unimaginable."

"Auntie, there's no need to say anything. Director Li and I are friends, and I'm also entrusted by him this time."

Despite what Master Luo Song said, my aunt still insisted on letting Master Luo Song eat at home as a thank you, and even prepared chicken, duck and fish herself.

Others in the program group also took advantage of the opportunity and enjoyed a feast.

According to Director Li's description, Yan Xin probably knew something about the situation.

It turned out that everything was normal on their way up the mountain, but they suddenly heard a strange noise while picking golden sand grass.

(End of this chapter)