Ye Changqing always felt that eating woodworms like this would be unacceptable, but Xu Jie and the others didn't feel anything at all.

He thought that the monk was indeed unaffected, but when he had breakfast the next day, Ye Changqing felt something was wrong.

Because there is such a competition for position, why is there only fluctuation in spiritual power and no sound?

Didn't everyone rush over before and yell a few words? But today, only the sounds of footsteps and fighting were heard, and there was no sound of anyone speaking at all.

Is this a pantomime?

Outside the kitchen, the competition among the disciples was still fierce, and they did speak, but the voice...how to put it, it was as if fate had choked the throat.

"Look at me wrapping my hands."

"Look at my cotton palm."

"Streaming Step."

The voice was hoarse and weak, as if the throat was knotted.

It wasn't until the disciples entered the kitchen and Ye Changqing saw them that he was sure that they were mad.

It's absolutely because I'm angry. My voice is hoarse and my eyes are red. Isn't this because I'm angry?

But even so, after breakfast, Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping and others still invited all the disciples to go fishing for insects together.

"Let's go, brothers, go fishing for insects."

"good......."

I looked at all the disciples, chattering and moving their mouths, but they couldn't make any sound. Only when they put their ears to their mouths could they hear something vaguely.

But even so, these guys still want to catch insects, Ye Changqing said helplessly.

"Senior brothers, it's like this. How about eating something light today?"

"%￥#￥%￥"

Hearing this, Xu Jie opened his mouth and spoke with difficulty, but Ye Changqing only saw his mouth move, but there was no sound at all.

"What did you say?"

"I said ￥#￥...%...￥"

"Um?"

"I said...I'm fine, junior brother, don't...you don't have to worry..."

This is still called nothing, so why don't you say it's okay if you just open your mouth and don't make a sound?

Ye Changqing was really convinced, but he couldn't stop him. For the sake of stuttering, these people really risked their lives.

Moreover, there seems to be something wrong with this woodworm. Why is it that even holy beings like Hong Zun and the others have mute necks?

It was as if it had nothing to do with cultivation, and Xu Jie and the others must have used spiritual power to heal their injuries.

According to what everyone said, it doesn't hurt or itch, but it feels like the throat has disappeared and I can't make a sound.

It's weird.

At lunch time, it was fried woodworm again, and everyone still enjoyed it.

But after eating this meal, everyone, including Hong Zun and the others, were completely speechless.

They can only communicate using spiritual power.

"It's delicious. The more I eat these woodworms, the more I want to eat them."

"Haha, what senior brother said is, let's go and catch insects again."

"Let's go."

In the courtyard of the kitchen, I saw a group of Dao Yizong disciples, all of them were having a silly laugh, but they didn't make any sound, but they were still beaming with each other. They looked like a bunch of crazy people together.

Seeing such a weird scene, Ye Changqing's mouth twitched. After all, do you still want to eat?

"Senior brother, why don't you take a day off and eat another day? You are all speechless."

"Junior brother, there is no need to worry. We can still use spiritual power to transmit sounds. You see, it won't affect you at all now."

Okay, what a good guy, listen to that tone, because it has spiritual power to transmit sound, so you don’t need to use the throat?

In the next few days, while Ye Changqing visited the tree city, the disciples also ate woodworms for several days.

The final result was that everyone, one by one, was completely silenced and couldn't even make a sound.

Although it is possible to communicate through spiritual power, there are limitations.

The other party must be a monk and have spiritual power in his body, otherwise you will not be able to communicate through spiritual power.

This resulted in the disciples having no problem communicating among themselves, but once they met ordinary people, it would not work.

Just like now, Xu Jie was comparing himself to a maid in the city lord's palace, and the maid was confused.

"Master Immortal, what do you want to say? This slave doesn't understand."

To the maid's dismay, such scenes abound, and Ye Changqing has seen them many times anyway.

When he is there, he can also send messages to them.

But even so, hell, these guys still want to eat fried woodworms, it's really outrageous.

The strange behavior of the disciples of Dao Yizong was naturally too busy for the city lord, Wei Feng's father.

At this time, the father and son were sitting opposite each other in the front hall. Looking at Wei Feng who only opened his mouth and made no sound, the city lord said with a black line.

"What the hell is going on with you?"

"Don't worry dad, it's okay."

"fine?"

Seeing his son communicating with him through spiritual power, the city lord frowned more and more. Is this okay?

"Son, why don't we just stop eating? You're already mute."

He naturally knew about eating woodworms, but he was already eating dumb insects, so he still wanted to eat them?

Hearing this, Wei Feng looked around with a cautious expression. After making sure there was no one else around, he quietly took out a fried woodworm from the space ring and handed it to his father.

"Dad, try it."

Wei Feng secretly hid this, and now he brought it out to his father, setting an example of a loving father and a filial son.

After taking the woodworm, the city lord looked suspicious. Is this thing really so delicious? His voice was muted after eating it. Why don't you let it go?

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, the city lord took a bite, and his eyes instantly lit up.

"this............."

Wei Feng, on the other hand, had an expression that I had known for a long time and nodded with satisfaction. Now I know why dad would rather be mute than eat this woodworm.

This woodworm is really delicious, and the most important thing is that cooking this woodworm does not require any superb skills.

Even if it were made by another person, it might not taste as good as Ye Changqing's, but it would still be delicious because there is no need for other condiments at all.

So, next, the people in the City Lord's Mansion also became mute.

The first person to bear the brunt is the city lord, followed by the city lord’s family, and then the stewards and commanders.

In just two days, the entire city lord's palace fell silent as if someone had turned off the volume button.

When meeting each other, those who have cultivated their skills will use their spiritual power to communicate, while those who have not cultivated their skills will just make gestures.

The only ones who can still make a sound are probably Ye Changqing and those old dogs.

"Aba Aba............"

"Aba Aba......"

I was about to go out for a stroll. Along the way, the servants and maids of the city lord's palace made respectful gestures when they saw Ye Changqing.

Seeing this, Ye Changqing's eyelids twitched and he didn't know how to answer. He couldn't go up and show off himself.

In the end, he could only nod his head.

I thought that everything would be fine after leaving the City Lord's Mansion, but when I came to the city and passed by a shop, Ye Changqing happened to take a look at a bottle of seasoning and walked up to ask about the price.

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"Aba Aba............"
Chapter completed!