Chapter two hundred and ninety fifth sad night past
Liu Qinghuan has not cooked food for many years, and he only practiced cooking randomly when he was struggling to survive when he was young. Fortunately, he seems to have some talent in this area, and Yunzheng's ingredients are all top-quality, so the taste of his cooking is not bad.
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At this time, there is a cauldron placed in the protective array. If you look closely, you will find that it is a three-burning jade alchemy furnace. The furnace is bubbling with steam, and the tempting aroma of food fills the entire protective array.
Only Liu Qinghuan can use a spiritual treasure as a cook!
Because Jing Jue was a vegetarian, Liu Qinghuan made a few more vegetarian dishes. He ate happily and kept holding up the wooden sign: "It's delicious!"
Liu Qinghuan drank with Yun Zheng. When they were happy, they sang an ancient song from Yun Mengze's Immortal Realm, arm in arm:
Swinging like a dragon and riding on the clouds,
Stepping up to the heavenly steps.
Sneak through the rivers and seas, soar over the famous rivers.
Breathing in and out of breath, it will make you eat grains and mushrooms.
The misty waves are faintly reflected on Qianye Mountain,
Flying across Yunmengze overnight.
Ni is the clothes and the wind is the horse,
The kings of clouds come and go one after another.
The tiger drums and the harp sound, and the luan returns to the car,
Immortal people are lined up like hemp.
Holding a sword in the world of mortals is already crazy,
There is wine rising to the sky.
Playing with stars and playing with the sun and moon,
Drunk and lying in the clouds, laughing at the world.
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Qianye Mountain was once the most famous mountain in the Eastern Wasteland. Like Yunmengze, which has now become Qushang Swamp, it was once a holy land for cultivating immortals.
Even though most of the immortal cultivators are busy with their cultivation, there are also some people who like to hold immortal gatherings. At the immortal gatherings, they naturally dance with shengs and drums and perform fairy music. This ancient song has been passed down in the immortal gatherings for a long time.
Jingjue was very excited and hummed after hearing it, regardless of the fact that every word he said seemed to carry mysterious mana fluctuations.
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food. It was already dark outside. Countless monks had been buried in mass graves. The wind was filled with mournful howls, and the ghosts of soldiers were passing through the mist one after another.
However, as Yunzheng was a genius of this generation from a family of formations, the formations he set up were extremely concealable and no one was discovered by those ghosts.
Yun Zheng saw Liu Qinghuan's face gradually becoming calm and asked, "What?"
Liu Qinghuan held a slice of meat as thin as cicada wings, his eyes were slightly dazed, and his voice was erratic: "When I was a child, all I ate were leftovers. There was no tomorrow after today, and I was often hungry... How could I have imagined that one day I would still be able to eat it?
All kinds of celestial beings, Ganoderma lucidum, and monster meat rich in spiritual energy."
He paused for a moment, and seeing Jing Jue tilting his head to look at him with a curious look on his face, he smiled, raised his head and drank a glass of wine.
There is a gloomy cloud outside the magic circle, and wandering souls in armor are wandering aimlessly. Because of the fog, these wandering souls wander around day and night.
Probably because he met a good friend when he was young, he suddenly felt a lot of emotion and remembered many things from the past: "...One day, I was waiting at the back door of a wealthy family, waiting for him to come out to take out the kitchen waste. Everyone in that family was
Someone threw out a gnawed bone with a trace of flesh on it. Old man Liu was ill at that time, so I wanted to grab this bone and go back to make some bone soup for him. Two beggars also took a fancy to it and beat him.
Get up, the servants of that family saw the excitement and stood beside them and clapped their hands."
Jingjue looked at him quietly, twisting the rosary beads one by one in his hand, and his childish and youthful face showed compassion like a Buddha statue.
Liu Qinghuan said: "Later, after they beat each other until they were all gasping for breath, I also jumped in and beat them until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. Finally, I grabbed the bone... I dug a few wild taros by the river outside the city and used them to
I made soup in a broken earthen pot and waited until it cooled down before I dared to take it back to the Beggar's Den."
Yunzheng patted him and said nothing.
The three of them ate delicious food in silence around the fragrant stove, but they all felt the same.
After a while, Yun Zheng said: "Although I was born in a Yuncheng family and have had enough food and clothing since I was a child, my mother's status is humble. My father's wife could not understand my outstanding talent in cultivation, so she instigated some children from the clan to secretly
Bully me. Even with the protection of my father and ancestors, they have many things to do, so how can they take care of them all the time? Several times, I was almost beaten to death by children who didn’t know the severity of their seriousness..."
He looked outside the magic circle, as if he was reminiscing, but also seemed to be talking about other people's affairs, as if it was none of his business: "At that time, I understood that relying on the protection of others, I would only be able to hide in the corner in fear for the rest of my life. Only
Only when you are strong will others be afraid of you. Until I was ten years old, I tried my best to set up a magic circle, tricked all the children who bullied me into it, and used the power of the magic circle to beat them up."
Yes, although one of them was poor and the other rich, they both lived a hard life when they were young. Although the two never mentioned these past events to each other, it was probably this same hardship that made them feel like old friends at first sight.
Liu Qinghuan put her arm around Yun Zheng's shoulders and said with a smile: "Do you think we are all getting old, and we are starting to reminisce about the past?"
Yun Zheng raised a corner of his lips and clinked the wine glass with him: "At our current age, we probably even have grandchildren among mortals. However, although your current cultivation level is worse than mine, you have reached the level of foundation building."
The later stage shows that you have not neglected your cultivation these years."
Liu Qinghuan shook his head. He knew his own affairs. Although he was in the late stage of foundation building, he still had a long way to go to reach the Great Consummation. The double elixirs in "Zuowang Sutra" are not so easy to combine.
It requires at least two or three times more spiritual power than other monks.
Yunzheng looked at the sky and scratched his head in distress: "Well, how old am I this year... forty-seven? Forty-eight?"
Monks often stay in seclusion for several years, and sometimes they lose track of their age, including Liu Qinghuan.
Liu Qinghuan said: "You are two years older than me, so I am forty-five or six."
At this time, a clean voice sounded next to him: "I am thirty-one years old."
The little monk Jingjue raised his face with red lips and white teeth and said. There was a struggle on his face, and he suddenly said in a low voice: "I'm going to kill my mother."
Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng were startled at the same time and looked at each other in silence.
Jingjue held the rosary in his hand tightly, lowered his head, looked at the ground, and said softly: "From birth to four years old, I didn't say a word. Everyone thought I was mute. Children in the village bullied me.
, so I rarely go out of the house. When I speak, strange things always happen, sometimes good things, sometimes bad things. One time, everyone in the family went to work in the fields, and I stayed in the yard to feed them.
"Chicken, a group of children came over and threw dirt and stones at me outside the fence. One person hit me on the head with a stone, which caused a lot of blood. I was very angry, very angry."
Following Jingjue's words, a gust of wind swirled in the magic circle.
Yun Zheng frowned and was about to open his mouth when Liu Qinghuan shook her head at him.
"At that time, I also picked up the stones they threw in, while yelling that you all should die... My mother just came back and appeared behind the group of children..."
Jingjue's voice was very low, almost inaudible, but both Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng heard it.
The temperature inside the magic circle dropped sharply, and there was a strange wave rumbling invisibly. Jingjue seemed not to notice it, but he never spoke again, and instead sat on the same spot like a wooden sculpture.
Everyone has a secret past. Sometimes we think we have forgotten it, but sometimes we just bury it in our hearts. Then suddenly, it emerges in front of us, entangled, changed, and determines the life of a person.
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Yun Zheng sighed inwardly and didn't know how to comfort the young monk, so he just patted him on the shoulder.
Liu Qinghuan's face was slightly solemn, and his attention was focused on the inverse bamboo in the sea of consciousness. Just now, the sword of life and death shook again.