Walking to the entrance of the den, Yu Ziqing thought for a while, turned around and came back, sitting opposite the old sheep, thinking about his words.
On the first day he met Lao Yang, Yu Ziqing knew that Lao Yang's claim that he was just an ordinary teacher was nonsense. No one would wear a vest when going out.
Lao Yang did teach him a lot of things, from Mandarin to writing, to all kinds of knowledge.
In the context of this world, how could a person with such insight and knowledge be just an ordinary teacher?
The trust between people is sometimes very strong and sometimes very fragile. When everyone can trust each other, it is purely a brain problem to dig into people's secrets that they don't want to talk about.
Yu Ziqing was very confident, so since Lao Yang fooled him by not saying his name at first, he never asked again and always addressed him as Mr. Lao.
I don’t want to say my name, either because my identity is sensitive and I will die quickly if it is revealed.
Either there are too many enemies, and if it is leaked, you will die quickly.
But now, I find more and more that Laoyang’s knowledge base and scope of coverage are a bit outrageous.
Are some of the methods for breaking through the evil ways of creating animals accessible to ordinary people?
Is the method of making ecstasy medicine using Jinlan mushroom as raw material accessible to ordinary people?
Combined with Laoyang's unwillingness to make up a false name casually and to lie to others about this matter, this subtle arrogance gave Yu Ziqing a conjecture.
His identity is sensitive and he has many enemies. He is most likely a member of Dagangli. His status is not low. I don’t know how he ended up like this.
Yu Ziqing even had a bold speculation that Lao Yang was caught deliberately to avoid his enemies.
Later, I met him as a time traveler and taught him writing, language, and knowledge.
If he didn't have any special abilities, then Lao Yang would be carrying around the standard "grandpa in trouble" with him.
Of course, the above is all Yu Ziqing's own imagination. Lao Yang doesn't want to talk about it, and he won't ask about it. He wants to consult something else now.
"Lao Yang, I think I may need your advice."
Lao Yang raised his eyelids and said directly.
"Don't worry, I've met the chief here. As long as you don't break the rules he set, the people here won't harm you.
At the same time, please remember what I said, you should not practice any cultivation method except the method of cultivating your body."
"Lao Yang, when did you start asking people to guess riddles? I only know what they are, but I don't know why. Sometimes they misjudge. Can't you speak more clearly?"
The old sheep raised his head, looked outside, and was silent for a while.
"The moment a secret is spoken, it is no longer a secret. The moment some words are spoken, they are equivalent to being exposed. Even some words, some names, and some seemingly harmless words may become locked as long as they are spoken.
signpost.
Outside, I wouldn't even be able to say these words.
When I arrived at the Jinlan Mine, I dared to say some things. This world is more dangerous than you think, and the real strong people are more terrifying than you think.
There is a strange force that pervades the world in the mine, which will cause strong obstacles, both externally and internally.
Therefore, refining qi and practicing here is equivalent to seeking death. After entering here, the monks refining qi will destroy their foundation as long as they absorb the strange power.
Normally, no one from outside would come to the Jinlan Mine, but that's not necessarily the case now.
A few months ago, in the northwest of the wasteland, the sun was rising in the sky, causing a disaster far beyond anyone's imagination. Calculating the time, the first wave of people who came to the wasteland should have arrived, and the second wave of people from all parties should have gathered, and it should be about the same.
Already.
You eat more here, take good care of yourself, and then go south quickly."
Yu Ziqing was a little surprised. He actually just wanted to ask some questions about Jinlan Mine to be prepared.
Unexpectedly, Lao Yang stopped pretending and showed his cards.
Just hiding.
There's no one like you, so I just casually said don't be the Riddler. It's really boring if you don't.
Two hours later, Yu Ziqing walked out of the den with a dazed look in his eyes.
Lao Yang rarely talked a lot about how to go south and where to go after leaving, but Yu Ziqing felt more and more that he seemed to be explaining his funeral, for fear that he would not have a chance to talk about it in the future.
Calculating the time, it was almost time to prepare dinner. Yu Ziqing went to the underground mushroom forest, wielding the ax with difficulty, cutting down the Jinlan mushrooms, and at the same time using a knife to scrape off some of the raw materials of the magic medicine.
If you have nothing to do at night, you can try refining the medicine first.
After all the other ladies in the kitchen had finished collecting and left the cave, Yu Ziqing was still chopping down trees.
Deep in the mushroom forest, a hungry ghost, as skinny as a mummy, quietly poked half of his head out from behind a brocade mushroom, took a peek with some fear, then hid back, and then took another peek.
Yu Ziqing sensed it, glanced at him, ignored him, and continued cutting.
When he finished chopping one with difficulty, he found that he couldn't carry the whole one back alone.
In the end, I had no choice but to be shameless and go back to find an aunt. After promising to teach her the secret of making soup, the aunt took the Jinlan mushroom back.
The next day, Yu Ziqing went down to the cave again, only to find that next to the Jinlan mushroom that was cut down yesterday, there was already a chopped one. Judging from its fracture, it was obvious that it had just been cut down.
Yu Ziqing was a little puzzled. There was a clear division of labor in the village. Everyone would not be idle. It was not easy to ask others to help with your work. No one would be kind enough to help you. Moreover, there was no one here.
Be willing to let others help you with your work.
It is very important for people here to have their own work to do.
Looking around, Yu Ziqing looked deep into the mushroom forest. The hungry ghost still had half of his head sticking out, with a bit of fear in his eyes, looking here from a distance.
"You did it?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the hungry ghost seemed to be frightened and quickly fled into the darkness and disappeared.
Yu Ziqing laughed hoarsely.
This guy was almost killed last time, so he just stayed far away, and now he's here to help him.
What do you think?
This is not something that can be explained by reason. He definitely has self-awareness and is quite smart.
Yu Ziqing didn't care about him. As long as he didn't cause trouble, he could say anything.
…
Life in the village was very peaceful and work went smoothly. Yu Ziqing only had to work with the aunts in the kitchen to prepare breakfast and dinner every day, and he didn't have to worry about the rest.
After eating and drinking enough every day, Yu Ziqing's body, which had suffered serious losses due to being hungry for too long, began to slowly improve.
In addition, he made all the Jinlan mushrooms and became the chef in the kitchen in just a few days. He didn't even have to do tasks like washing pots and dishes.
After learning many recipes, Yu Ziqing began to think about using Jinlan mushrooms to squeeze oil...
If you want to get rid of some heavy physical work that you really can't do, there are many ways to ask those strong and studious aunts to help.
At dinner time, the routine chopping work continued. Yu Ziqing looked at the little soup left in the pot. After hesitating, he took a wooden bowl, poured it into it, and held the bowl.
Went down to the cave mushroom forest.
When he arrived at the mushroom forest, it was no surprise that in the area where he was going, he saw a Jinlan mushroom slowly collapsing from a distance.
The skinny hungry ghost fled towards the deep darkness in a panic.
"Don't run away in a hurry." Yu Ziqing shouted from a distance.
The hungry ghost paused, looked back, and a trace of fear immediately appeared in his eyes. He quickly rushed up the stone wall and hid behind a raised stone, blending into the surrounding environment as if he was instantly invisible and disappeared.
Yu Ziqing shook his head, he was somewhat used to it.
This hungry ghost pinches it every day and chops down a Jinlan mushroom when he is about to arrive.
Even though he said he didn't need his help, the hungry ghost didn't care. He just insisted on doing so stubbornly. Every time he cut it, he would stay far away.
Yu Ziqing walked deep into the mushroom forest, placed the wooden bowl with a little thick soup on the ground, and said to himself.
"I don't want to be helped by others for no reason all the time. It's your business if you wish. I won't feel like I owe you anything for it.
Now it's just my kindness and it has nothing to do with you helping me. You must understand this.
There is also some thick soup here, which I gave to you.
There won't be anyone around for a while, remember to take it away."
There was no sign of the hungry ghost, so Yu Ziqing didn't force himself. He put down the wooden bowl and asked someone to take away the Jinlan mushrooms.
When the mushroom forest fell into silence again, with only a little fluorescent light illuminating some of the mushroom forest, a hungry ghost suddenly appeared on the stone wall next to it.
He carefully climbed down the stone wall and circled the wooden bowl a few times, with longing in his eyes, but in an instant, that longing turned into pain.
He opened his mouth and wailed silently. At this moment, you can see that deep inside his mouth, unlike the structure of the human body, the position of his throat is integrated, like a complete iron plate, sealed tightly.
He couldn't eat anything at all, couldn't drink a drop of water.
The hungry ghost circled the wooden bowl several times, but he also understood that this was Yu Ziqing's good intentions. Maybe Yu Ziqing didn't know that he couldn't eat or drink...
He looked at the wooden bowl and hesitated for a moment, then picked up the wooden bowl and prepared to take it back. However, an ordinary gift at that time also meant something extraordinary to him.
However, the moment he picked up the wooden bowl, he felt like he was struck by lightning, and he stood frozen on the spot, his eyes nearly popping out of his sockets.
His hands trembled slightly, and when he saw the thick soup in the wooden bowl beginning to tremble, he quickly placed the wooden bowl on the ground, for fear of spilling the thick soup.
He knelt on the ground and touched the wooden bowl again with trembling hands. The next moment, his eyes began to tremble and he wanted to cry but there were no tears left.
After a while, he calmed down, then he held up the wooden bowl with piety and opened his mouth.
Deep in his sealed throat, a swirling pattern appeared. In the center of the sunken pattern, there was a small hole no bigger than the eye of a needle.
He picked up the wooden bowl, stuck out his tongue, and carefully dipped a few drops of soup into it, then raised his head and closed his eyes.