Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

"Mr. Zhou, do you want to eat?"

Just when Zhou Li was preparing to practice stirring the jar with a toothpick 2.0 - inserting a shit stirring stick into the jar, Zhuge Qing suddenly thought of a crucial question and asked it seriously.

Have a meal?

Zhou Li was stunned.

The fairy energy that was about to make a ball in his hand and start experimenting to see if he could make a Rasengan was also stunned.

Yeah, I think...
"I want to eat."

Zhou Li thought for a moment and said seriously, "Master, I really need to eat."

The main reason why the two of them talked about this issue was only one -

There is no kitchen on the Taoist priest’s hill.

Longhu Mountain is divided into different mountains, and each elder has his own mountain to develop his department. For example, Liu Kuang's mountain is located in the upper fire peak of the molten fire area, and the second elder Wang Siyu built her sixteen alchemy furnaces on the Sucao Peak. As the only direct disciple of the old Tianshi, Zhuge Qing naturally has his own mountain.

Qingyun Peak.

Qingyun Peak has beautiful scenery, with the beauty of blue clouds, the clear and sweet gurgling mountain spring water, the cute and kind little animals, and the fairy-like Zhuge Qing.

There is no cafeteria.

There isn't even a kitchen.

After Zhou Li realized this, he fell into deep thought for a long time. Zhuge Qing could fast and only needed to drink some spring water and cultivate his immortal energy to survive. But he was different. He had to eat and even poop.

To add, Zhuge Qing had previously specifically stated that she did not need to go to the toilet because the martial arts she practiced would automatically eliminate impurities from her body.

What is the specific method?

Don’t ask, the answer is that fairies don’t need to pull*.

So, after solving the problem of "Does my immortal energy still prefer to beat up spiritual energy and then blame myself", Zhou Li had a brand new problem.

Where to eat?
This problem can be big or small. In a small way, it is just a matter of eating. Even if he goes down the mountain and buys an iron pot to make a few meals, it can be considered a problem.

But in a broader sense...

"It's not a big deal if you starve to death."

Tang Wan looked at Zhou Li who was eating steamed buns and porridge, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Don't you know how to cook? Why don't you buy some pots and firewood and cook it yourself?"

"Big brother."

Zhou Li burped, took the steamed bun from Tang Wan's bowl, and sighed, "You think I don't want to."

Zhou Li pushed Tang Wan, who was ready to die with him, on the table and said helplessly, "If I could cook, would I have to walk 22 miles to eat with you? Do I have nothing to do?"

"So what's going on?"

Tang Wan, whose face was kneaded into a bun by Zhou Li, asked in a muttered voice.

“An abstract yet reasonable question.”

Zhou Li scratched his cheek and said awkwardly, "There was a wildfire on Qingyun Peak before, so camping is not allowed."

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After a brief silence, Tang Wan's expression twisted, "I remember you said before that you practiced fire breathing?"

"Yes."

Nodding, Zhou Li sat upright and said, "Barbecuing, camping, and outdoor camping are prohibited, but the use of any fire techniques is not prohibited."

"?"

A question mark appeared on Tang Wan's forehead, and then she tilted her head.

""

"Don't look. I don't know either."

Zhou Li spread his hands and said helplessly: "This is the sect rule."

"what?"

Tang Wan was stunned.

"It is said that the old Heavenly Master and your master were camping and barbecuing at Qingyun Peak, and accidentally set fire to a wild ginseng that was more than a thousand years old and a hundred-year-old tree. Later, the old Heavenly Master became the leader in Qi training, and he set a sect rule that prohibits camping at Qingyun Peak."

Zhou Li's expression was indescribable. Tang Wan's expression was a little broken, but soon, a very strange smile appeared on her face.

"Oh, this feels so good."

Tang Wan casually picked up a steamed bun from the plate beside him and ate it while sighing, "It's exactly the same as the Beiliang Imperial College in Goucao."

"How are you doing here?"

Zhou Li asked with some curiosity.

"Fuck, let me tell you about Zhou Li."

With one foot on the chair, Tang Wan, like a classic migrant worker, said cheerfully with his hands in his pockets: "The brains of the people here are not normal either."

The cafeteria of the Third Peak fell into deathly silence.

Then the taciturn strong men continued to eat hard.

"It's okay, don't worry about it."

Tang Wan waved his hand and said to Zhou Li, who was full of surprise, "On the third peak, the bigger the fist, the more powerful it is."

"You mean you beat them all and they don't dare to mess with you anymore?"

Zhou Li was horrified.

"No."

With a miserable smile, Tang Wan said sadly: "They think I can't even beat the two geese at the door. They don't even regard me as a living creature."

"Oh, that's right."

Zhou Li felt relieved instantly.

"So, how did the old master arrange you?"

Holding the porridge, Zhou Li asked curiously, "How do you solve your meridian problem?"

The difference between Zhou Li and Tang Wan is that Zhou Li's spiritual path is already ruined, and most of his meridians are broken. If it weren't for the immortal energy to guide and repair him, he wouldn't even be considered a third-grade spiritual master.

Tang Wan's situation is even more serious.

If Zhou Li's meridians were broken and then gradually recovered, then Tang Wan's meridians were torn out alive. The departure of Qi Ling not only made her lose her status as a spiritual practitioner, but also caused a large part of her meridians to be lost.

She used the most cruel and brutal method to separate her spirit at that time, pulling it out directly. If it weren't for the special cooperation of the jade seal spirit and no rejection reaction, Tang Wan might have shortened her life by 60 years, and Zhou Li would have directly sent her to the incinerator with the filial piety banner.

Therefore, Zhou Li can cultivate immortal energy now because his problem is not serious. Tang Wan's problem can no longer be said to be serious, it can only be said to be completely rotten, rotten into a big lump.

"Three days later, the old master will personally reshape my meridians."

Holding the chopsticks, Tang Wan said with a complicated expression: "Most of the materials are actually available, and I naturally trust the old master's techniques. But there is only one thing, no, it should be said that there is a necessary condition for reshaping the meridians, which is something I dare not hope for now."

"The Emperor's hemorrhoids?"

“It’s more outrageous than this.”

Tang Wan looked at Zhou Li and said sadly, "I feel like my meridians are ruined. So what? Let them rot. What else can I do?"

"No, what on earth is it?"

Zhou Li asked in confusion, "Tell me, buddy, your meridians were damaged because of me, can I just ignore it? Tell me, after that, I will get it for you even if I have to risk my life, okay?"

"Really?"

Tang Wan asked suspiciously.

"real."

Zhou Li responded decisively: "You tell me, and I'll do it for you."

"My father's blood."

Tang Wan said calmly.

"Why don't you consider raising pigs?"

Zhou Li responded more calmly. (End of this chapter)