The blue luan bird of Nuwa's family

Chapter 189 Cooking Soup
In the land of dreams, a hut appeared, and above the hut, there was a curl of green smoke.

"Cuckoo ~~"

A large pot is placed in front of the house. At the bottom of the pot, the energy of yin and yang turns into charcoal fire; in this pot, there is a soup condensed by the meaning of life and death.

Yang fire is as white as practice, and yin fire is as black as ink; big fire is black and white, and soup is also black and white.The milky white is all living things, and the jet black is the endless death.The yin and yang fire burned the water of life and death until the bottom of the pot was red and gurgling.

Mingyu squatted in front of the pot, her forehead was sometimes sweating coldly and sometimes hotly, and her Taoist robe was already soaked in sweat.

He held a fan in his hand and fanned it vigorously in front of the pot.For every three blows of the fan, Mingyu had to add a bowl of life-death water to the pot; for another three blows, he had to add a handful of yin-yang charcoal to the bottom of the pot.

You Meng was happily busy in front of the pot, her silver hair dancing gracefully in the breeze, her jade hands fluttering, her clothes fluttering, and all kinds of strange materials were poured into the pot by her:

A three-legged frog, a spider with ghost eyes, a wriggling worm, a spoonful of foul-smelling sludge, bloodshot eyeballs...

The corners of Mingyu's eyes twitched as he was adding water to the fire, wiped the sweat off his head, and muttered softly, "Sister Meng, put these in, can the soup still be drunk?"

"Of course I can drink it!"

Youmeng raised her silkworm eyebrows, but she didn't correct Mingyu's mistake in addressing her. Instead, she raised her clean chin slightly, as if she had considerable confidence in making soup.

After finishing speaking, she added ingredients to the pot: a black fish with red bumps all over its body, a half-rotten mouse, scorched leaves...

With the addition of these ingredients, the soup in the pot unexpectedly emitted bursts of aroma. Just by smelling the smell, Mingyu felt itchy and numb all over, as if there were thousands of ants crawling around under the skin.

"Sister Meng, did you put in the wrong ingredients? Compared with the previous one, the aroma of this soup doesn't smell right!"

Mingyu's whole body was itchy unbearably, and the veins in the hands holding the fan and bowl were bulging, and finally she used the Sansheng Stone to suppress herself.

Youmeng's Qiong nose sniffed lightly, and then her expression changed. Obviously she also felt that the soup was a bit wrong, but she forced herself to say: "What do you know, I haven't finished putting in the ingredients yet!"

Then Mingyu saw her take out a jade slip, stared at it twice, and continued to add materials to the pot: a talking crow, an octopus with dense eyeballs...

After adding these, the aroma of a pot of soup finally changed.

It just turned into a stench...

Mingyu retched twice, pinched her nose, and fanned her fan vigorously, fanning away the stench, and fanning it into the sea of ​​flowers.

"Ah, help, it stinks, it stinks..."

"Ouch~~ Grandma is making stinky soup again, help, help..."

"Go, go, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

In the sea of ​​flowers, the strange flowers with sharp teeth yelled, uprooted themselves, and ran away.

"You have no loyalty, you are gone, what shall we do!"

"Why haven't these three guys woke up yet? They crushed me to death, they stink to death..."

Hua Hua, who was crushed under the body of Zhen Yuanzi and the other three, was dying at this moment, suffering from both physical and mental torture.

"Shut up!" Youmeng gritted her silver teeth lightly, a little ashamed and angry, her beautiful face flushed slightly.

She looked at Mingyu, Mingyu quickly lowered her head, fanned herself, adding water and fire in a very sloppy manner.

"Humph!"

You Meng snorted one, crushed the jade slip in her hand, took out another jade slip, and looked at it carefully.

Mingyu glanced secretly, and saw that there were two incomprehensible symbols written on it, but judging from the Tao rhyme revealed on it, he thought it should be the word "get off the pot".

You Meng stared at the word "off the pot", her beautiful eyes were filled with bewilderment, as if she didn't understand what the two words she wrote earlier meant.

Mingyu blinked, wanting to laugh a little.

"What are you looking at, you can understand it!" You Meng put away the jade slips, stared angrily at Mingyu who was laughing with wide eyes, an inexplicable fire was burning in her heart.

Mingyu shrank her neck and reminded her in a low voice: "Sister Meng, do you mean by these two words, throw the jade slips into the pot?"

You Meng's eyes lit up, and she took out the jade slip and looked at it for a while, as if she had figured it out, she decisively threw it into the pot.

After the jade slip was put into the pot, the soup bubbling and bubbling, and then the stench disappeared, and a fresh fragrance wafted out of the pot.

You Meng was in a good mood, she patted Ming Yu's shoulder, kneaded it vigorously, and said, "That's right, you're a little smart."

"Where is it, I don't mention Sister Meng can remember it." Mingyu's face was distorted, and her bones were about to be crushed.

"Grumpy!"

The smile on Youmeng's face couldn't stop, she took her jade hand from Mingyu's shoulder, and began to criticize Mingyu.

Mingyu heaved a sigh of relief, and did not dare to stop adding water and fan, which made Youmeng quite satisfied.

Taking advantage of You Meng being happy, Ming Yuruo asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Sister Meng, are you the Lord of the Netherworld?"

"I really want to, but it's not!" You Meng glanced at the small stone on Mingyu's wrist, and said with emotion.

"If you had brought the Sansheng Stone with you some years earlier, I would have dared to fight to the death for the position of the Lord of the Nether. Unfortunately, you came late~~"

She stared at Mingyu without blinking, with a little regret, a little resentment, and a little helplessness in her eyes, maybe this is fate.

Mingyu remained calm, and asked again: "Then the Lord of the Nether is the Ghost Ancestor?"

"Ghost ancestor? He deserves what he is!" You Meng sneered, his words full of disdain for the ghost ancestor.

Hearing what she said, the heavy stone in Mingyu's heart was relieved by half.

At least Youmeng and Ghost Ancestor should not be together.

"The nether world is now in a state of no owner?" Mingyu was very curious. He thought that the netherworld existed after Houtu turned into reincarnation, but he didn't expect the nether world to exist before Houtu, and the water seemed to be quite deep.

"Indeed, why, do you have any thoughts about Nether Land?" You Meng smiled.

She threw another Bana flower into the pot, waited for a while, and saw that the soup had not changed, so she pulled out three hairs of Mingyu and threw them into the pot.

Then, the soup began to boil, and the clear water of life and death turned pitch black in an instant, and even the curling blue smoke was dyed into billowing black smoke.

Black smoke billowed up, and soon soaked this dreamlike world, and the pure sky was smoked into a black cloth, dirty.

The soup that had originally turned from a stench to a delicate fragrance changed again, and became even more stinky, so smoked that You Meng couldn't even open her eyes.

"Cuckoo..."

The soup was tumbling violently in the pot, the cauldron was shaking, and it was about to explode!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mingyu quickly dodged and hid in the void.

"Boom~~"

The cauldron burst, the juice splashed, and the stench was foul.

"You boy ruined my pot of soup!"

Youmeng was murderous.

(End of this chapter)