Chapter 47 The beautiful singing in the dark night
In the central area near the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, in a valley, five salted fish were sitting in front of a cave on the cliff, blowing the mountain wind, looking at the scenery outside the valley, drinking spiritual wine and playing with skewers.
They built a platform in front of the cave, and a barbecue grill was placed on the platform.
The roasted meat was naturally not Gila monster meat, but the meat of ordinary beasts.
Generally speaking, people will not eat the meat of monster beasts. It contains mixed evil spirits. After eating, it needs to be refined in time to prevent the evil spirits from causing trouble in the body.
We won’t even eat spiritual beasts. After all, our spiritual intelligence is already developed, so it’s hard to start with them.
But if you eat some ordinary beasts, you won't have any psychological burden.
Of course, the 'everyone' here refers to decent monks.
Those evil evil ways are not included in this list. After all, some of the evil evil ways dare to eat people's hearts. What else can't they say?
As for the charcoal fire used for barbecue, it is a rather high-end thing like Fire Spirit Crystal.
Speaking of which, using fire crystals to roast ordinary animal meat is a bit wasteful.
However, eating barbecued meat, supplemented by the spices prepared by Jun Buqi, and paired with sweet and ice-cold spiritual wine is truly one of the great pleasures of life.
Gudu Gudu...
Jun Buqi took a sip of the ice-cold spirit wine and felt the cooling sensation brought by the ice sliding down his esophagus. This kind of refreshing feeling was not to mention the comfort in this hot and humid jungle.
After burping, a ray of consciousness floated toward him silently, and what happened at the Nine-leaf Rejuvenation Grass was already clear to him.
He slumped there like a salted fish and suddenly sighed, "Life! It should be like this now, happy, brainless, fat and free, full of hope..."
When Zhao Shun, who had always been dull, heard this, his eyes lit up and he nodded: "Brother, this is the life I yearn for! As long as you hit the iron and listen to the sound of the iron, you will feel that your life is fulfilling. You don't need to use your brain or fight."
Kill and kill, not to mention the worldly rules..."
This is a person with relatively simple thoughts, Jun Buqi thought, but simple people are actually the cutest. They would rather get hurt themselves than hurt those around them easily.
In fact, isn’t this the truth that is cultivated through cultivation?
Jun Buqi glanced at this dull-looking guy strangely.
Although I didn't see whether he was faking it before, my suspicion is even greater now.
Mao Yu sighed softly: "I also yearn for such a life! Unfortunately, my master will not allow me to be so unmotivated. I am afraid that he will be so angry that he will break my legs."
The peak master of Lingqin Peak is not the disciple of the real master, but his nephew.
There are many real masters, and he only accepts eight disciples. Adding his own daughter Yu Feixue, there are only nine people in total. The other peak masters are not his direct lineage.
Lin Miao, the leader of Lingqin Peak, is known as ‘Miao Zhenren’. He has a bit of an eccentric personality and an extremely unpredictable temper. Breaking a disciple’s leg is really not a strange thing.
But soon, Mao Yu regained his vitality and laughed: "But in the next few days, we can definitely live such a life!"
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At night, several salted fish in the salted fish team seemed to let themselves go a little bit. Taking advantage of the strength of the spirit wine, they lay down in the cave in various directions, leaving only a few spiritual crystal dolls to keep vigil.
The night without stars and moon looks extremely dark.
In the valley covered by the formation, no sound could be heard outside the valley.
In the dead of night, in the formation outside, the ground suddenly and quietly rippled, and several spiritual crystal dolls emerged from the ripples.
The few small spiritual crystal dolls looked around, and one of their spiritual consciousness escaped, drifted to the cave, and submerged into Jun Buqi's sea of consciousness.
The next moment, Jun Buqi woke up.
They quietly floated out of the cave and came to the formation. Several spiritual crystal dolls opened their mouths and spit out individual elixirs.
Jun Buqi collected these elixirs into a small purse and sent them out.
Only one of his spiritual consciousnesses was taken back by him, and then his brows furrowed again.
This spiritual consciousness told him that he could not find any trace of Yu Feixue, so he asked Mo Changgeng. Mo Changgeng also said he didn't know, but if there was really something important, he could use the sect's 'message to the sky flame'.
The signaling firework is actually a signal firework. Each team is equipped with it to meet emergencies. However, the signal firework in the hand of the team can only call the escort members.
If you want to call Yu Feixue out, you need the signal fireworks in the hands of the escort team members.
Jun Buqi was a little confused about this. If Yu Feixue was called out, how should he explain what he saw? He said that the spiritual crystal doll he refined could hold breath and mimic the form?
Then wouldn't the fact that he secretly played tricks on Bian Yang and the others and stole the Nine-leaf Rejuvenation Grass be directly exposed to Yu Feixue?
Moreover, the man surnamed Wang and the other person already knew that someone was eavesdropping. Once they knew that Qingxuan Sect released signal fireworks and called Yu Feixue, the other party would definitely know that the eavesdropper was from Qingxuan Sect. After a little further investigation, they immediately
You can trace it to Mo Changgeng.
He can't take the blame for this matter himself, let alone ask Mo Changgeng to take the blame. After all, this blame is likely to be a big pot that can crush people to death. The opponent's strength is far beyond theirs.
But if he doesn't tell Yu Feixue about this, and if Yu Feixue is accidentally plotted by the other party in the future, how can he feel at ease?
Although Yu Feixue was his senior aunt, after all, she was his first love who had passed away before this life had even begun. He really couldn't help but watch her being bullied by others.
What you can't get is the cinnabar mole in your heart, which is always in turmoil.
Jun Buqi returned to the cave in confusion and sat down on the stone platform outside the cave, wondering whether he should use the colorful liquid to recharge his IQ and see if he could come up with a perfect strategy.
But the steady voice of his nephew Zhong Xiu came to his ears, "Uncle, is something wrong?"
It turns out that this guy didn't sleep well either, and he was quite alert.
Just when Jun Buqi was thinking this, the other three people also sat up.
They looked at each other and laughed silently.
Okay! These people who are afraid of death are all just like thieves.
Jun Buqi came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head, but before he could answer, he heard a song floating not far away and reached their ears.
This beautiful song seemed so abrupt in this dark night.
Several people looked at each other and walked out of the cave.
Jun Buqi was sitting on the stone platform. A spiritual crystal doll slipped from the sleeve of his robe, and then quietly sneaked towards the singing place. The others continued to listen silently on the stone platform.
As they listened, they couldn't help but become a little crazy, and the pictures kept flashing in their minds.
In Jun Buqi's mind, two final images kept flashing, one was Yu Feixue's gentle smiling face, and the other was a domineering figure dressed in blood, standing on a pile of corpses.
The two images continued to alternate, and finally, the image settled on Yu Feixue's world-famous face.
He shook his head and wondered why this singing voice sounded like Sister Yu's.
Could it be that Yu Feixue knew that they were planning to be a salty fish here?
But that’s not right!
Wasn't this matter just decided today?
He suddenly shivered and broke into cold sweat.
Then, he looked to the side, but his companions were nowhere to be seen.
The singing disappeared, and the small spiritual crystal puppet he sent out also came back, saying that he really saw Yu Feixue's figure, sitting on the edge of the pool.
Jun Buqi walked towards the water pool Yufeng with suspicion.
Sure enough, beside the pool, with her back to him, sat a woman in white, whose figure was very similar to Yu Feixue. Beside it, there were four of them, Mao Yu.
They were lowering their heads, shrinking their heads, like quails, daring not to utter a sound.
Long black hair, like tentacles, spread from the ground and entangled the four guys' feet, but they seemed not to notice it.