The weather in the mountains is unpredictable. Just a moment ago, the sky was filled with sunset, and in the blink of an eye, it was covered with clouds and thunderous waves.
Raindrops as big as peas pitter-pattered on the clam tent.
The black clam tent is one of the magic tools commonly used by monks for camping in the wild. It is made from black clam skin bags that have been grown for more than fifty years. Under normal circumstances, it is only the size of a palm. Once activated with magic power, it can quickly expand by more than ten feet.
Square.
This special tent can withstand severe cold and high temperatures, has excellent windproof properties, and is impervious to water and fire. Therefore, every monk in the mountain trekking team carries one so that they can have their own residence when they set up camp at night.
Wang Chen lit the obsidian lamp and hung it on the tent support.
The black clam tent has a total of eight supports, which are made from the backbone of the black clam, which is slender and light but extremely tough.
The soft light evenly illuminates the space inside.
The thunder was rumbling outside and the rain was pouring, which fully demonstrated the value of this small private space.
Wang Chen took out a charcoal stove from his storage bag.
The charcoal stove is very similar to the coal stove in his previous life. The functions of the two are exactly the same, except that the coal stove burns briquettes, while the flint stove uses charcoal as fuel.
It is said that the prototype of the charcoal stove was an alchemy stove. Later, after being simplified and improved, it was made into a portable stove that can be used by ordinary people. It is very convenient to take it to the wild for use.
Wang Chen flicked out a flame and lit the charcoal in the charcoal stove.
This kind of charcoal is kiln-fired and made of camphor wood that is more than a century old. It burns smokelessly with strong firepower and also emits a pleasant fragrance.
After the charcoal started burning, Wang Chen placed a copper pot on the stove.
Then he added water and seasonings to prepare a pot of soup base that he liked, and then took out meat, river fish, tofu, vegetables, oil residue, pig skin...
Many monks no longer eat meat or fishy food after their orifices are opened.
They eat purple qi in the morning and swallow moonlight at night, and usually take some yellow elfin mushroom to meet their body's needs.
In this way, the impurities in the body will be greatly reduced, which is conducive to spiritual practice.
But Wang Chen is different from them. The Tianlong Vajra Zhengfa he practices requires a large amount of food rich in spiritual energy and blood energy. Even if his cultivation level no longer improves, he still has to rely on these spiritual foods to maintain his state.
Otherwise, physical strength will decrease.
In addition, the most important point is that although Wang Chen is gradually forgetting everything about his past life, the genes of being a citizen of the great food empire are firmly engraved in his soul.
Even if it is reborn thousands of times, it will not disappear!
Wang Chen felt that even if he condensed the golden elixir and formed a Nascent Soul, he would still be happy to enjoy his food and drink.
The purpose of cultivating immortals is to be free and at ease, not to put shackles on oneself!
The thick soup in the Yuanyang copper pot boiled gurglingly, and an alluring aroma spread.
Wang Chen took a deep breath and picked up the ivory chopsticks.
laugh!
Just when he was about to feast, the door curtain of the clam tent was suddenly opened from the outside.
"Fellow Daoist Wang!"
The next moment, a graceful and tall figure flashed in.
Wang Chen put away his chopsticks somewhat depressedly and asked, "Fellow Daoist Li, what do you do for a living?"
The visitor sat down opposite him, minding his own business, staring at the hot pot on the charcoal stove with eyes as bright as stars, with a salivating look on his face: "Fellow Taoist Wang, you are so unkind, you are hiding here alone to eat Xiaozao
!”
Wang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "We don't live in a big kitchen, so how can I be unkind if I start a team by myself?"
The monk sitting opposite him was wearing a sky-blue robe, his skin was as beautiful as snow, his eyebrows were picturesque, and his dimples were exposed on his cheeks. Although he was dressed in men's clothing, he could not hide his extremely moving and stunning appearance.
The opponent's head was tied up in a bun and he was carrying a long sword, showing a bit of heroism.
Li Yian, a junior female cultivator in the Zi Mansion, her teacher is unknown and her age is unknown.
There are very few female cultivators in this mountaineering team organized by the Mountaineering Association. Li Yian, who is a junior in the Zifu, is undoubtedly the leader among them, and she usually attracts a lot of attention.
Because of her excellent appearance and outstanding temperament, some of the Zifu monks in the team expressed their affection for her overtly and covertly.
The path to cultivating immortality and the land of wealth and law couples, where the "couple" refers to teachers, relatives, friends, and Taoist companions.
The journey of cultivation is long, and it is difficult for teachers, relatives and friends to accompany me until the end.
But Taoist companions are allowed.
An outstanding female cultivator like Li Yian will be welcomed and pursued wherever she goes!
Everyone likes beautiful women, and Wang Chen is no exception.
But he only admired Li Yian and had no intention of being a bitch.
Women will only affect the speed of his cultivation!
However, the strange thing is that Li Yian doesn't show any pretense to others, but he only looks at Wang Chen in a different light.
Along the way, she took the initiative to approach Wang Chen again and again.
Wang Chen was a little confused.
There are hundreds of Zifu cultivators in the mountain climbing team, and his level of cultivation is not worth mentioning among them.
Wang Chen is now using his true appearance. His appearance can only be said to be a little better than ordinary people, but his handsomeness cannot be blamed on him.
As for Wang Chen’s background, it doesn’t matter much.
The question is, why does Li Yian favor him?
Although the other party likes to play offbeat, he also regards her as an ordinary monk from the Zifu!
But to say that Li Yi'an had ulterior motives, even with Wang Chen's powerful soul and keen intuition, he couldn't sense it at all.
It feels like the other person is simply attracted to him!
Wang Chen didn't think he was so charming.
He also has no charm attribute.
Li Yian said confidently: "If you don't invite me to eat together, that would be unkind!"
She stretched out her slender hand and waved it gently, and two jars of spiritual wine suddenly appeared next to the charcoal stove: "You treat me to hot pot, and I treat you to drink Baihua Brew, how about it?"
What else could Wang Chen say? He silently took out a new pair of ivory chopsticks and handed them to the other party.
Baihua Nong is a second-level spiritual wine, and the price of one glass is worth the ingredients on this table.
No matter what, he took advantage.
Li Yian took the chopsticks and happily picked up a piece of monster meat cut as thin as a cicada's wings. He rinsed it in the boiling soup for a few times, then unceremoniously took the sauce prepared by Wang Chen and dipped it in.
.
"Hmm~"
The beautiful female cultivator’s eyebrows were curved and revealed: “Fellow Taoist Wang, you are the most delicious monk I have ever seen!”
Wang Chen shook his head, stretched out his hand to take a jar of Baihua Brew, opened it, and poured a cup for himself and Li Yian.
Baihua Nong contains the essence of hundreds of flowers and has a fragrant and refreshing smell. The wine will warm your stomach and intestines.
On such a rainy night, accompanied by delicious food, fine wine and beautiful women, even though Wang Chen's will was as strong as a rock, he couldn't help but have a charming thought.
He couldn't help but ask: "Why?"
Li Yian pursed his lips and smiled: "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Wang Chen shook his head: "Forget it."
It's just a chance encounter. After passing Yulong Mountain, we will go our separate ways, so why bother looking for trouble.