Half a year ago, Bai An left. She wanted to go to Tianyao Valley to find Ji Jianting, but there was a large tracking array arranged by Cao Mu outside the valley. The girl had to rush around inside for several days, and finally had no choice but to retreat.
Chen Yu was deeply involved in the game with Qin Jinxian and had no time to care about her. It was not an option for Bai An to stay in Fenxiang City. She had already embarked on the path of spiritual practice. Instead of staying in the inn doing nothing, it was better to go out and practice.
Chu Manxian still wanted to meet Bai An, but after hearing what the shopkeeper said, he had no choice but to give up.
"Thinking of the game between the young man and the old man in the backyard, I actually remembered a legend!" At this moment, the shopkeeper spoke up, deliberately setting a trap.
Chu Manxian didn't say anything, but Xia Qianqian, who was innocent in mind, couldn't help it and asked curiously: "What legend?"
The shopkeeper Niu took a sip of hot tea and gestured like a storyteller, with a bit of mystery in his tone, "This is a folk legend. I also heard it from the older generation. It is said that there was a woodcutter in ancient times.
By chance, I broke into a deep mountain and saw a hut in the forest, an ancient willow tree in front of the house, and two old men playing chess under the tree."
"The woodcutter, who was tired of chopping wood, was going to learn how to play Go while it was still early. The two old men didn't mind. One of them even took out a flat peach to quench the woodcutter's thirst."
"After watching Mo for more than an hour, an old man looked up to the woodcutter and said it's time for you to go home. The woodcutter was shocked to realize that the sky had dimmed with red clouds. He turned around to get his ax and firewood, but was horrified.
I found that the firewood had long been turned into powder, and even the ax was full of rust."
"The woodcutter returned to the village along the familiar yet unfamiliar mountain road, and found that his parents had long since aged. Even his previously gentle and virtuous wife had become an old woman with blurred eyes and bedridden. Even his son was older than
He is many years older."
"After asking, the woodcutter realized that the more than an hour he had been in the mountains, a period of time had already passed in the human world."
The meaning of this story is very profound. Xia Qianqian pondered it over and over again and listened to it with great interest.
"Great Elder, when do you think the game between Brother Chen and that old man will end?" Xia Qianqian looked at Chu Manxian.
Qiu Shui, the great elder of Wuliang Sword Sect, said with deep eyes, "Maybe it will take one year, maybe ten years, maybe a hundred years, a thousand years is not impossible, at least not this year."
Chu Manxian's guess was correct. The game between Chen Yu, the leader of the world, and Qin Jinxian did not end in the third year.
The fourth year, the fifth year, the sixth year... In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed!
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The weather in early spring is extremely cold, and the world calls this weather late spring cold.
Tianyao Valley, the splendid and majestic palace attic, has become almost dilapidated because it has not been repaired for many years and has no one to manage it. There is a thick layer of dust everywhere in the house, and water is leaking in many places. It has become a snake, insect, and rat.
Ant's nest.
On both sides of the paths, weeds are extremely vigorous and have grown to the waist of an adult, but they are still passable.
With a whooshing sound, a stone flew through the air and passed over the grass, causing a strong wind.
There was a hare in the grass. He didn't even have a chance to react. His head was directly pierced by a stone. His blood splashed on the grass and dripped thickly.
"Immortal, what a bastard, I can finally have a change of taste today!" From an abandoned palace, Ji Jianting walked out, holding several venomous snakes that kept twisting in his hand, which had been pulled out by the fat Taoist priest.
Gone are the fangs.
In addition to venomous snakes, there were also a few rats. Not to mention ordinary people, even Ji Jianting, an unscrupulous Taoist priest who was used to digging graves, could not tolerate these things.
But he couldn't get out of Tianyao Valley, so if he wanted to eat meat, he could only eat these.
For seven years, for seven years, Ji Jianting was trapped in the Tianyao Valley, feeling like a pig in captivity and completely losing his freedom.
The pigs only need to eat, but Ji Jianting longs for the world outside the valley.
Seven years and more than 2,000 days, the fat Taoist priest didn't know how he survived. It was too painful.
Picking up the dead hare from the grass, Ji Jianting lowered his head and looked at the poisonous snake and rat in his left hand.
"Poisonous snakes are quite delicious, let's forget about rat meat!" Although he has been eating it for several years, Ji Jianting still doesn't like rats at all.
There are very few venomous snakes that run into the Tianyao Valley, and it takes only a month or two to catch a few, but there are too many rats, and they are overrun. Although it is not as hard to swallow as rumored, it still makes me feel nervous when I bite it in my mouth.
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Arriving at the Tianyao Sect kitchen, Ji Jianting quickly skinned the hare, dug out the internal organs and washed it, then cut it into pieces, lit a fire, and stewed it in a pot, adding a few herbs and a little bit of salt left.
As for the poisonous snake, Ji Jianjing cut it into pieces and grilled it on the fire. The oily juice was sizzling and the aroma was so fragrant that people couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
After about ten minutes, the venomous snake meat was almost cooked, but the hare meat was too hard and needed to be stewed for a while.
Sitting on the threshold, Ji Jianteng devoured the food, his mouth full of oil, it tasted so damn good.
After sweeping away the poisonous snake meat, Ji Jianting subconsciously took out the yellow gourd from the storage ring.yyls
There was not much wine left in the gourd, probably only one sip, and Ji Jianting was reluctant to drink it.
In fact, the wine had already been like this two years ago. On weekdays, when the wine bug was very noisy, the fat Taoist would only pull out the cork, take a few deep sniffs, and not dare to swallow it in one gulp.
Ji Jianting can tolerate not being able to eat well and drink spicy food, and Ji Jianting can tolerate not being able to hug him from left to right, but he will not be able to live without wine.
For two years, Ji Jianting has lived on just a little bit of alcohol.
"When I get out alive one day, Master Dao, I will drink all the fine wine in the world, even if I drink until I vomit blood and die." Ji Jianting said fiercely.
Worried that the taste of the wine would dissipate if the exposure time was too long, Ji Jianting hurriedly put the stopper in place and then concentrated on processing the rabbit meat.
After eating and drinking enough, there is still a little bit of rabbit meat left in the pot, which can probably hold a bowl.
In fact, Ji Jianting wanted to eat them all, but after thinking for a while, he thought it would be better to leave some for Cao Mu.
Seven years ago, during the few days when Ji Jianting was imprisoned by Cao Mu, the great elder of the Tianyao Sect was frightened and feared Chen Yu deeply into his soul, and he fell seriously ill.
However, seven years later, not only did the old man not die, but he also improved a lot. If it weren't for Ji Jianting, an outsider, Cao Mu would have even prepared to retreat and attack the Nascent Soul realm.
Even if he cannot successfully advance to the Nascent Soul, the Great Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect has a high probability of becoming a half-step Nascent Soul giant.
"What a fucking bad luck!" Ji Jianting cursed silently in his heart.
After seven years, a person has to develop feelings even with a pig. Ji Jianting found that he didn't hate Cao Mu that much anymore.
Speaking of which, this old man is quite pitiful when he is alone.