Longevity and Immortal Journey: Raising Demons, Raising Plants and Seeking Immortals

Chapter 299 Five Flavors 2
Matthew sat cross-legged on the futon with his head slightly lowered, as if he was observing the blood pool. Beside him, five children had innocent smiles on their faces, beating and playing, but their eyes never left him.

The others just glanced at it and then focused their attention on the blood pool again, with different expressions, as if there was something in it that attracted them.

Wing room on the second floor.

The space inside the house is not large, with wooden walls on three sides and a transparent forbidden shield on one side. You can clearly see the people and the blood pool below.

There were only round tables and wooden chairs in the wooden house, as well as a few sets of jade tableware. There was no tea or cakes on them, and there was no waiter waiting on them.

Li Changsheng glanced under the wing and looked at Wu Yong in confusion.

Please have a meal. Where is the food?

There is also a good shop, but there is a blood pool in the center. The strange thing is that with his keen sense, he can only feel the strange vitality from the blood pool, which is a mixture of flesh and blood vitality and vegetation vitality.

Wu Yong said mysteriously: "Senior Brother, please wait a moment. The food here will not disappoint Senior Brother."

As he spoke, he took out a tea set, gathered water and summoned fire, and boiled tea.

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Upon hearing this, most of the monks, including Wu Yong, twitched their mouths slightly.

Li Changsheng shook his head slightly and said nothing. He sat on a chair and asked Wu Yong for news within the sect.

Everyone looked at him with excitement in their eyes.

The old man raised his head slightly, revealing a wrinkled face like a chrysanthemum, and then an old voice echoed through the pavilion.

"Every year passes, and the old man is coming to the end of his life."

at this time.

Ding. A crisp ringtone sounded into the building.

I don’t know when.

The young man lying on the futon below with a blank face rolled his eyes, "Old Turtle, you also said this a hundred years ago when I came to your pavilion with my second grandfather."

Li Pan'er, Wu Meng, and Rong Ying also followed.

"Oh?" Li Changsheng looked curious, stood up and followed him to the restricted shield, looking down.

"Now my second grandfather's bones are probably rotten, but you are still the same as before."

Wu Yong paused slightly, looked at Li Changsheng, chuckled and said, "We're going to have a banquet." After saying that, he stood up and stretched out his hand to invite.

"My uncle"

Wu Meng was waiting beside him, and Li Pan'er sat next to Li Changsheng, watching Wu's method of making tea.

While several people were drinking tea, the futon below was already full of monks, and the wing was also full.

"My great-grandfather."

The forbidden shield flashed, and the voices below poured into the room.

An old man with a waist bent almost ninety degrees and a long beard reaching his feet was standing on the huge pool of blood out of thin air, holding a wooden staff.

Another monk said: "Yes, I heard from my grandfather that when he was young, Mr. Gui, you were so strong."

The monks below spoke one after another. In their words, it seemed that this old turtle had existed for a long time, and his appearance was still the same as before.

"Haha, time is ruthless, I am getting old."

The old man named Gui Lao who everyone seemed to be talking about was quite helpful. He smoothed his long beard and smiled, his eyes that were almost covered by folds narrowed into two slits.

"Long live you"

"You live forever"

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When the people below saw this, they all started to flatter him, saying that he would be as lovable as possible. Those who didn't know thought that they were not here to eat, but to celebrate the birthday of the elders of the clan.

In the attic.

Li Changsheng looked at the old man, and the more he looked at it, the more strange he felt. His energy was not obvious, just like a mortal, but he stood in the blood pool out of thin air without any fluctuations in spiritual power.

His heart moved slightly, "Could he be a Taoist master?" He turned to look at Wu Yong and asked via voice transmission: "Who is this Mr. Gui?"

Wu Yong turned his eyes and replied via voice transmission: "According to rumors, he is an old guy who has lived for at least a thousand years."

"Huh? Lived for a thousand years?"

Li Changsheng was stunned for a moment, with a look of shock on his face. As far as he knew, the Daoji overhaul could only last for eight hundred years. Theoretically, one could live to a thousand years by swallowing the life-extending medicine, but it could not be more than a thousand years at most.

"Could he be an ancestor-like figure?"

Wu Yong shook his head slightly and explained via voice transmission: "There may be something strange about it, but it is definitely not that overhaul."

Then he explained some rumors about Wuweixian to Li Changsheng.

According to legend, Wuweixian was brought back from the outside world by a certain true disciple of the Qingyang Sect. It originally existed in the sect, but for unknown reasons, he left the sect and came to Wangxian City. Hundreds of years have passed, and the whole building is full of fresh food. Except for Guilao, there is only the turtle that carries the pavilion.

Li Changsheng's expression softened slightly, and he frowned as he looked at the old man below who was enjoying the adulation of everyone.

Just when he wanted to ask what kind of food these five-flavored delicacies were that could make other practitioners do this.

On the blood pool, Mr. Turtle smoothed his beard, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Don't talk too much, the banquet is about to begin." As he spoke, he raised his arm holding the wooden staff slightly.

The blank-faced young man who spoke first quickly asked: "May I ask Mr. Gui, can I open a mountain this time?"

Others also looked directly at the old man.

Turtle Lao ignored it, grabbed the wooden stick and stabbed it heavily into the blood pool below, and disappeared silently.

After a few breaths, an old voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"Heart Lake, tastes bitter."

As soon as these words came out, the blood pool glowed with blood.

When the cultivators on the futon heard this, some of their eyes suddenly lit up and looked excited, some looked gloomy and ugly, and some were calm and calm.

Wing room.

Wu Yong stamped his feet heavily and sighed: "Oh, why is it the heart lake again?"

On the other hand, Wu Meng next to him showed some surprise on his face.

Li Changsheng saw the reaction of the people below and asked doubtfully: "Heart Lake? Is it bitter?"

Wu Yong calmed down his emotions and explained: "Senior brother, I don't know something."

"These five fresh flavors are all tied to the blood pool. It is said to be a magic weapon born and raised in the earth, and its power is unpredictable."

"It is divided into five regions, the Eye Abyss, Ten Thousand Rivers, the Heart Lake, Thousands of Mountains, and One Mountain. Each region has its own flavor, which are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty. There are all kinds of strange things in the region, each of which is of great benefit to us."

As he spoke, he shook his head, "It's a pity that the monster in the inner lake is more beneficial to physical cultivation."

"Huh? Weird?"

Li Changsheng became more and more confused as he listened. Just when he was about to ask, he saw that everyone below had already started to take action.

I saw everyone releasing their spiritual power, and some condensed it into a fishing rod. The spiritual power was condensed into silk thread, and a drop of milky white juice was tied and fell down into the blood pool.

Some of the spiritual power was condensed into a net, and a piece of earthy yellow jade with rich spiritual light was placed in the center, hanging down into the blood pool.

Some tied a green jade bamboo with a spiritual thread and threw it into the blood pool.

There was a thin, middle-aged monk who was different from the others. The five bellyband dolls beside him each held a peach full of spirit and jumped into the blood pool one by one.

"This"

Their operation was really difficult for Li Changsheng to understand.

At this time, Wu Yong, who was beside him, waved his hand and took out an elixir with cloud patterns. With a flick of his finger, the elixir sank into the restricted barrier in front.

He put his hand on the barrier and saw a slender spiritual thread extending from the barrier, wrapping the cloud-patterned elixir and slowly sinking into the blood pool.

After doing this, he turned to look at Li Changsheng and said with a smile:

"Senior brother, you can throw the spiritual objects into the restriction and use your spiritual power to control them and throw them into the blood pool. It will be easier to catch the monster in the heart lake."

Li Changsheng glanced at him, thought for a while, took out a second-level low-grade brutal beast blood core, threw it at the barrier with a snap of his fingers, and like Wu Yong, reached out and pressed it against the barrier.

Spiritual power surges and is connected to the restriction.

Sensing the brutal beast's blood core existing in the barrier, Li Changsheng's thoughts moved slightly.

A wisp of slender spiritual thread wrapped around the beast's blood core extended from the barrier and fell into the blood pool below.

Finish these.

Li Changsheng turned to look at Wu Yong.

Wu Yong smiled and said: "Senior brother, have you ever caught fish? This is similar to fishing, except that the fish you catch is not fish."

Seeing the curious Li Pan'er behind Li Changsheng, she smiled and said, "Miss Pan'er is just waiting to taste it. The souls of Qi-training monks are weak, and they cannot release their spiritual power, and they cannot catch the lake in their hearts."

As he spoke, he pointed down at Ma Xiachun, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, shook his head and said:
"This kid is just sitting on a futon at the Qi training level. I don't know what his elders think. You know the price of futons is not low. Isn't this a waste?"

Li Pan'er looked in the direction of his finger. When he saw the man's face, he was slightly stunned for a moment, but he came back to his senses in a flash. He turned to look at Wu Yong and asked curiously: "The price? I want spiritual stones just sitting there." ?”

Wu Yong shook his head, "There is no need for spiritual stones."

Wu Meng said diligently on the side: "The futon is worth sixty lives and can only be used by one person. The wing is worth three hundred lives and can be used by three people."

"Life?"

(End of this chapter)