Youmeng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. She pulled Mingyu out of the void and said, "You kid, you ruined two of my soups!"
Mingyu was filled with tears due to the stench, and replied unconvinced: "Young Master, you are obviously not good at making soup yourself, and you still rely on me!"
"Nonsense, I've cooked countless soups, and you said I'm not good at it. Don't forget who was drooling over that bowl of soup before!"
"Then tell me when the bowl of soup was successfully cooked!" Mingyu was very stubborn at this time. He really couldn't bear this pot. There was obviously a big pitfall!
Being choked by Mingyu, Youmeng instantly lost his temper and looked away a little guiltily.
It seems...probably...maybe...it seems that the bowl of soup was successfully cooked when she first came to Netherworld.
No matter how she cooked the soup from then on, the soup would never turn out...
Thinking of this, Youmeng's face turned even darker.
"You are such a capable boy. If you have the ability, you can cook it!"
"I cook, I cook!"
Mingyu spread his hand and stretched it out in front of Youmeng: "Bring it here!"
"What to take?" You Meng was stunned and didn't know why.
"Instructions, if you don't give me the instructions, how will I know what soup you want to make?" Mingyu replied confidently.
Youmeng took a deep breath and threw a jade slip to him: "My bowl of soup is called 'Heart Qi'. If you can't make the soup well, just wait!"
"Who is afraid of whom!"
When the jade slip was in hand, Mingyu didn't rush to look at it. Instead, he waved his sleeves and turned it into a rain of light in the air. The air of life washed the heaven and earth, completely purifying the sky that was as black as a dirty rag.
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"Snapped!"
With a snap of his fingers, the spring breeze blew across the beautiful scenery, and the stench was swept away.
After finishing these things, Mingyu was satisfied, and then he read the jade slips carefully before starting to make soup.
It's still that big pot, the bottom of the pot is still charcoal fire turned into the energy of yin and yang, and the pot is still filled with soup condensed from the meaning of life and death.
Youmeng crossed her arms and watched coldly. She didn't believe that Mingyu could cook the soup that she had been cooking for countless years.
"If you can cook the soup well, I will..."
Youmeng was about to say a few sarcastic words, but suddenly thought of a very unpleasant memory from the past, so she shut her mouth.
"This boy is the disciple of that old Taoist. If he acquires that old Taoist's mysterious method, wouldn't I be in trouble again?"
Although it is unlikely, the appearance of this boy and the three Taoists is not normal. Youmeng now even suspects that all this is the plan of the old Taoist.
As an ancient ancestor who was contemporary with Hongjun, how could he not know that this veteran was most famous for his calculations? She was almost killed by Hongjun in the first place!
"If it weren't for that old Taoist, how could I be trapped in the Netherworld!" Every time You Meng thinks about this matter, even after countless Yuanhui, she still feels angry in her heart.
Just when Youmeng was thinking about it, Mingyu's soup was almost done.
The strange aroma had already spread. Mingyu nodded, took out nine large bowls, and lined them up one after another.
A scale was placed at the bottom of the first bowl, a beard was placed in the second bowl, a feather was placed in the third bowl, and antlers were placed in the fourth bowl...
When there was something at the bottom of each of the nine bowls, Mingyu scooped the soup from the pot and poured it into the first bowl. There was a clear shadow of a dragon swimming in the bowl; into the second bowl, there was a tiger roaring in the forest;
In the third bowl, there is a phoenix singing in the bowl...
"Give it back!"
Mingyu combines nine bowls into one bowl, and its breath becomes a dragon and tiger, with dragons and tigers roaring; its breath becomes a phoenix and deer, with phoenixes and young deer... The nine kinds of breath and nine artistic conceptions merge into one, which can lift the heart.
Youmeng looked at the "Xin Qi" soup that Mingyu brought to her, and she was stunned: "You really cooked it."
"It's not too difficult, the instructions are clearly written, just follow them." Mingyu smiled brightly, and after finishing the heart energy soup, he felt that his heart energy had improved a lot, and his Tao Yun was more solidified.
From this point of view, Youmeng may not be a good person, but this soup must be good, at least the bowl Mingyu cooked must be!
Youmeng looked at the high-spirited Mingyu, as if she saw the shadow of someone in him, and murmured to herself, "How can you become it? I haven't become it myself, how can you become it?"
"Huh~~"
Mingyu looked at this square of heaven and earth in horror.
The originally dream-like world was in turmoil. The sky and the earth were like a steamer, and everything was white. Then there were all kinds of strange and grotesque creatures appearing in the sky. It was difficult to distinguish between true and false.
Everything changes from emptiness to reality, and everything changes from reality to emptiness. Life and death alternate, time passes, and there is endless chaos.
"Boom~~"
The sun and the moon shine together in the vast sky, but the sun is as black as ink and the moon is as bright as blood. It is dark and strange, and a dense atmosphere permeates the sky and the earth.
Mingyu felt like he was at the junction of yin and yang. One moment it was extremely cold with ice and snow, the next moment the oven was scorching the sky; the icebergs and the sea of fire were mysterious and strange, like a dream, but yet so real.
"How did you become it?!"
The sound is ethereal, the sound is harsh, the sound is terrifying!
Mingyu never expected that cooking a bowl of soup by himself would drive Youmeng to the point of falling out!
What a disaster!
"Sister Meng, I'm offended!"
The bright jade eyes are illuminated by divine light, and the long river of the road of life gradually falls. A tree of the road of life reaches the sky and reaches the earth to suppress the world. The long river of the road flows endlessly. There are three thousand branches and leaves of the road of life. Each leaf is a world, and a leaf is a floating life.
The floating world has endless vitality, and its branches and leaves are connected and extend to the eight extremes, locking in endless chaos.
He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the red silk thread at his wrist flew out, crossing the yin and yang to weave the void. Life is a guide, death is an opportunity, there are all kinds of marriage chains, fate is determined in all directions, and a heaven and earth net is woven in an instant.
"go!"
There are thousands of traps in the net, no matter whether they are bizarre or imaginary, whether they are a blurry sun or a bright red moon, whether they are dreamy or illusory, whether they are real or real, they are all caught in the net.
"Huh?!" Youmeng is still in a state of confusion, but his murderous intention is real, how could he be captured so easily.
She struck the sky with her finger, and the terrifying white light was slashed out like a sword of time. There was a stabbing sound, and the net of heaven and earth was broken instantly. Countless dreams and bubbles turned from virtual to real, all images were pure, and both heaven and earth were killed!
Mingyu quickly retracted the red thread, and the five fingers of his right hand were bleeding profusely!
"Sister Meng, are you serious!" Mingyu tried to wake her up. If this continues, she will have to explain it here.
The murderous intention was overwhelming, Mingyu gritted his teeth and wiped the five fingers of his right hand on the Sansheng Stone, recommending Sansheng with blood, Sansheng will see me!
The divine light of the three reincarnations illuminates the netherworld, knowing the past life, seeing the present life, and illuminating the future; the image of the three lives clearly sees the eternity, illuminating the heavens, causing all the ways in the netherworld to vibrate.
A mysterious will is about to emerge.
Mingyu was overjoyed and sacrificed the three-life stone to pull him away.
"Hongjun's direct descendant is definitely not a good man. How dare you choose him?"
It was this sound that caused the will to struggle just now.
Then, the call comes out, the call comes out, but the call... doesn't respond!
Mingyu immediately spat out a mouthful of old blood.