Strongest Abandoned Immortal

Chapter 41
"I'm a millet that can't be steamed, cooked, smashed, fried, or crackled," Wen Shu's mind was full of these words, and she fiddled with it for more than half an hour. What Lingsu was originally, or what it is, has not changed at all.

"What kind of millet is this? It's just iron sand. No, it's harder than iron sand. After more than 100 blows, even the iron sand is flattened." up.

"Stupid human race," just by hearing the two words 'human race' that have remained unchanged for thousands of years, Wen Shu knew that the monster monkey was making trouble again.

"You are a male man anyway, and rice pounding should be done by men," Wen Shu took the opportunity to stuff the stick into the monster monkey's hand.

Wen Shu was considered tall among 12-year-old girls in ancient times, about five feet six inches tall. (The length measurement unit in this article is tentatively set at 25 centimeters per foot, and Wenshu’s height is roughly 140 centimeters. The height of each ethnic group will be different, the basic human race is 160 cm for women, and about 170 cm for men. vary.)
The stick for pounding rice was roughly four feet high (100 centimeters) and it was stuffed into the hands of the monster monkey.

There was a muffled groan from the black nose of the monster monkey. Although it was imprisoned in the figure of this miniature monkey, it was also a very masculine person in its bones. Just now, it was just watching Wen Shu there After tossing around for a long time, I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I walked over with an excuse to urge.

Wen Shu watched the show from the sidelines, watching how the monster monkey smashed the spirit millet that could not be smashed or smashed.

The mallet weighing dozens of catties was pinched between his fingers, and he picked it up easily. The monkey face under the golden hair was still very comfortable.

With just two fingers?

Although there is a huge difference in strength between men and women, Wen Shu thinks that she is not a weak woman, and the smile in her belly disappeared for a while.

"Clang", the mallet fell, like an ancient clock that had been dusty for a long time, striking and ringing in Wen Shu's mind.

The continuous flowing water and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in Bodhi Immortal Mansion seemed to stagnate at that moment.

"Qing, clang, clang," three more beeps, Wen Shu was shocked and backed away a few steps.

The soul was shaken, and the blood and energy in the whole body also surged up, and the internal organs seemed to be trampled by thousands of horses and horses.

The mallet turned into dense raindrops and fell into the rice pounder, hitting the Lingsu with each blow, and the sound of gold and stone intersecting could be heard.

Accompanied by the pounding, the monster monkey seemed to have recovered some kind of memory from thousands of years ago, and his eyes were full of joy.

The monster monkey stood still on its feet, and turned the mallet in its hand. Every time it hit it, the monster monkey's face remained unchanged, as if walking freely in the fairy mansion. endlessly.

With one hammer and one blow, the millet that had not moved at all shattered, and a golden aura burst out, which fell into Wen Shu's eyes. She only knew that behind the shadows of countless arms, the millet skin as fine as flakes splashed out. A hill was piled up next to the rice pounder.

Twenty times later, the monster monkey took the mallet away and smashed it on the ground, and there was a hole the size of an inch in the ground, and then gave Wen Shu a meaningful look.

Wen Shu forced herself to be calm, she understood the monster monkey's eyes.If this smash hit her body, it would be really smashed to pieces, her muscles and bones are not as strong as Lingsu.

The monster monkey's behavior made his origin even more confusing.

When she first entered the Bodhi Immortal Mansion, Wen Shu did not associate the monster monkey with the man in golden clothes, but thought it was a native monkey in the Immortal Mansion. After hearing the words of the monster monkey, she realized that it was not It's as simple as a spiritual pet.

It was only for a moment when I saw him use the fireball technique that day, but looking at the storage bag he casually threw to her and the spirit subjugation technique he taught, it was not difficult to see that he was just a powerful demon cultivator before he was suppressed. He is not friendly to the human race, even disgusted. If she hadn't been the only one who could enter and leave the Immortal Mansion for thousands of years, she might have been killed by him long ago.
Wen Shu always thought that the monster monkey's spiritual power was blocked by the five locks and gossip, so it couldn't play a role.But looking at it now, although his spiritual power is gone, he is still born with divine power.Even if someone with brute force like Yue Wenhan was in front of him, it was just not worth mentioning.

"I'll leave the rest to you. If you can't extract the spirit millet in half a day, then don't even think about taking those two torn books back." Yao Hou seemed to understand Wen Shu's weakness very well, and he couldn't get out of the Immortal Mansion. However, the only thing that can threaten Wenshu is the planting books that Wenshu has been very interested in recently.

How could it take half a day to cook millet, Wen Shu felt contemptuously.

After igniting the stove with a fireball technique, Wen Shu took the pond water and washed the lingsu. The lingsu was indeed a lingsu. After the golden shell was removed, the refined corn was as white as jade. Through the thin outer membrane, one could see There is a faint luster like mother-of-pearl in the rice grains.

The washed rice water was soaked in her hands, like milk. Wen Shu was careful and kept the rice washing water.

Then cook in the pot, the fire is raging, after the normal cooking time, there is movement in the pot.

After boiling the pot, the fragrance permeates, but the corn in the pot has not changed a bit.

"How come it's still half-cooked after steaming for a long time?" Wen Shu flipped through it again with a spatula, and suddenly understood what the monster monkey meant by half-day steaming.

There was hot sweat on the forehead that was fumigated by the heat, the fire in the stove had been exhausted, and the water in the pot had boiled dry.

The surface of the millet in the pot was shining with pearl color, and the grains were distinct. In Wen Shu's eyes, it turned into a monster monkey grinning at her with bared teeth.

The cultivation of spirit millet is recorded in detail in the "Spirit Grass Encyclopedia", but the cooking method is not mentioned in the encyclopedia.

Wen Shu took it for granted that Lingsu could be eaten by adding water to it for a certain amount of time like ordinary corn.

Half a day passed quickly, and Wen Shu was anxious and cut down the outside of the house.

The monster monkey broke a bamboo pole, sat on a rock in Wulingtan, and started fishing. The "Encyclopedia of Spirit Grass" and "Introduction Manual for Spirit Planters" were placed on its lap.

"If the pounding isn't rotten, it's because of strength. If it's not cooked well, what's the problem?" Wen Shu scratched her head, then slapped her forehead suddenly, "Could it be that there's something wrong with the fire?"

The fact that it can't be smashed is just for her. If it can't be boiled, it may be that the firepower is not strong enough.The fire in the hearth is ignited by the talisman fire, and separated from the iron pot, it is like scratching one's boots. If it is cooked with the pure talisman fire spirit in the body, will there be any change?

Thinking is worse than talking, saying is worse than doing, Wen Shu grabbed a handful of Lingsu, her fire spirit is limited, and she can't waste a single bit of it at will.

A ball of open flame condensed in the hands, the tongues of flames scattered into balls at first, like a naughty child, jumping around Lingsu.

As the temperature of the talisman fire in the palm of the hand rose, the surface of the corn shaped like a long pearl made a crisp sound like the bark of a tree cracking. After the leaf pattern appeared, the fire waited for an opportunity to get into the corn.

Under the action of the spiritual fire, the corn melted into a thick golden liquid, which flowed out along the grains of the cracked corn.

The spirit fire in her hand shook, as if she was showing off her merits like Wen Shu, Wen Shu waved it in her hand, and the spirit millet syrup fell into the bowl.

There was a burst of wailing in the thatched cottage, and a smirk flashed in the golden eyes of the monster monkey sitting by the pool fishing. The fishing rod in his hand was easily mistaken. The fishing line made of unknown material pierced water surface.The Huotuo carp, which had caused Wen Shu a lot of grief a few days ago, had no time to escape, was hooked by the silk thread, pulled out of the water, and the tail of the fish was concaved into a bow shape.

"Humans and fish are the same. Only when they are useful can they have the possibility of survival. What do you say, my good fish," the bright red gills of the Huotuo carp were picked and opened into an O-shaped fish mouth Inside, there was a faint red light.

The monster monkey flicked the bamboo pole lightly, and the Huotuo carp fell back into the water. As soon as it entered the water, the other Hutuo carps swam far away as if running for their lives.

Half a day passed, and there was still no movement in the kitchen. The demon monkey put away the bamboo pole and kicked open the kitchen door.

The clamoring words of the "lazy human race" got stuck in his throat, and the monster monkey choked out a few words.

Wen Shu's face was already pale, and the fireball in her hand was refining the last spirit millet. At this time, her whole mind fell on the bowl containing the spirit millet slurry. After refining the spirit millet with the fireball had an effect, It took her several fireballs to refine the spirit millet slurry, which couldn't even cover the bottom of the bowl.

For those few books on spiritual herbs, she really worked hard.

White Mace felt restless, if it came in later, wouldn't she be dying?

Thank you "Sesel" for your reward~
(End of this chapter)