Chapter seven hundred and twentieth IX eating leftovers
Wang Tao thought, wary of Bi Sheng. After all, he was here to seize the way of destruction, so he was naturally the old woman's enemy.
"The master of innate energy? He is actually dead. Doesn't he claim that his spiritual consciousness is immortal and his physical body is immortal?"
The old woman remembered something and murmured. For a moment, stars flickered in her eyes, and her aura suddenly became frightening. However, she returned to calmness in an instant, just like an ordinary old woman, decayed and old, as if everything just now was an illusion.
Wang Tao felt awe in his heart. He knew that this was not an illusion, but he felt at ease. At least the old woman was not trying to hide it, but she was really dying and too old to remember the past.
"The old lady is the master of destruction?"
Wang Tao thought he had figured out the old woman's situation, so he asked directly.
"Lord of Destruction? Avenue of Destruction? It seems like it's me, but it seems like it's not me."
The old woman fell into deep thought again. After a while, she suddenly remembered something and looked at Wang Tao suddenly.
"What's going on with the dark power in you?"
"It's the dark blessing given to me by Bu Youran, the Lord of Darkness."
Wang Tao said honestly.
"Dark Lord? Bu? You may have been deceived. The first Dark Lord was my younger brother, named Zhang Tianfei, and the later Dark Lord was named Li Feiyu. There is no one named Bu in the Dark Department."
The old woman spoke fondly and sincerely, which made Wang Tao frown.
He didn't doubt Bu Youran's identity, after all, in fact, Bu Youran only had kindness for him.
"Hey, let's not talk about these old sesame seeds and rotten millet. It's time for the rice to be cooked. I'm going to serve it."
As the old woman spoke, she walked towards the kitchen, and Wang Tao quickly stood up and followed her.
"I'll serve the food! You, old man, sit down first."
"Haha, that's a good feeling."
The old woman laughed but did not stop.
The two walked into the kitchen. The straw lid on the pot was steaming. There were four upside-down plates on the lid. The fragrant aroma attracted Wang Tao's greed.
It’s because of how delicious these meals are, but the unique aroma of this kind of ground pot paired with farm stir-fries is very similar to the rice cooked by his master Wu Daozi when he was a child.
The old woman opened the bowl, and a plate of four side dishes appeared in front of her.
Stir-fried bean sprouts, stir-fried meat with chili, stir-fried eggs with chili, and stir-fried water spinach.
Smelling the fragrant aroma, Wang Tao easily picked up four plates and walked to the yard.
"Haha, it's good to be young. I can't carry four plates at once."
A smile appeared on the old woman's wrinkled face. As she spoke, she lifted up the sorghum stalks and threaded them into the lid of the pot. A stream of hot steam steamed up, covering her face inside.
Wang Tao looked back and walked outside. For a moment, the old woman's face looked ferocious in the mist, seemed kind, seemed kind, seemed cruel...all kinds of contradictions gathered in one face.
This face was deeply imprinted in Wang Tao's mind, and for a moment he thought of the green mountains in this place of destruction.
There are also such contradictions and oppositions, very much like the old woman's face.
Wang Tao put the plate on the stone table in the yard, and the old woman came over with two pairs of chopsticks and two bowls of fragrant rice.
"Eat, there is nothing to entertain you in the mountains and wilderness, so just have a few bites."
The old woman greeted, then placed the rice in front of Wang Tao, and then inserted the bamboo chopsticks on the rice.
"Thank you, old lady, for your hospitality. Being able to have dinner with my wife is a blessing I have earned over many lifetimes."
Wang Tao stood up and thanked him sincerely. He was telling the truth. No matter what, being able to eat with such a being is something that many people dream of.
The innate master may be an existence older than this world. It is unknown what kind of kindness it is for such a terrifying power to be able to eat with him.
"Hahaha, hey, you are a good young man. I feel very comfortable eating with you."
As she spoke, the old woman picked up the rice and began to eat, adding meat to Wang Tao's bowl from time to time, just like his own grandmother.
Wang Tao thanked him gratefully, then opened his appetite and started to eat happily.
Now that they can live in harmony and pass through the transfer of power of the Way of Destruction peacefully, it is naturally the best thing to do. If the old woman refuses to cede the power of Destruction, Wang Tao will have no choice but to use force.
Once Wang Tao uses force, everyone knows what will happen when the two masters fight.
Of course, Wang Tao doesn't judge people by their appearance. The real strength of this old woman who seems to be about to die of old age is probably extremely astonishing.
It is best to hand over the situation peacefully, get the authorization from the old woman, refining the power of destruction, and then use the power of destruction to help the old woman continue to live.
This is undoubtedly a win-win situation, but if a person who was once aloof loses all her source of strength, no matter who she is, she will have to struggle.
Fortunately, the atmosphere between the two is relatively harmonious at present. If things continue like this, a peaceful handover may not be possible.
"Huh, the old lady's craftsmanship is really good."
Wang Tao ate all the rice in the bowl, and then said with admiration.
This came from his heart. He hadn't experienced this familiar yet unfamiliar taste for a long time.
"As long as it's delicious, come on, let's eat my mother-in-law's bowl too."
The old woman said with concern and placed the half-filled bowl of rice in front of Wang Tao.