Abandoned Master's Cultivation

The quiet Nanshan Temple did not respond. Jiang Wuchen was suspended in the air. The woman's palm stretched out, and a strong vitality controlled Jiang Wuchen's body.

The angry color on her face began to grow stronger and stronger, and said, "if you don't come out, I'll kill him!!" after that, her palm moved, and Jiang Wuchen flew out again and fell heavily to the ground.

The woman repeated her old skill and caught Jiang Wuchen. "I can't come out yet!! I really can kill people." she hit Jiang Wuchen out again.

So repeated more than ten times.

Jiang Wuchen's breath is lax, his whole body is broken in many places, and his viscera are bleeding. He is in danger

Suddenly, the woman burst into tears, "sobbing, sobbing, you bastard, I really saw you for the last time. Will you show up? Sobbing..."

The woman's palm withdrew her strength, and Jiang Wuchen fell down from the air with a puff. She couldn't even move her fingers at this moment.

"Why don't you come out and let's finish it for the last time?"

"I swear I'll see you for the last time and never see you again."

The whole Nanshan Temple had no response except women's crying.

The woman took up the bowl and drank it all at once. Her cheeks were redder than before. There was a touch of despair on her face. It seemed that she had completely given up on the monk.

The desperate eyes fell on Jiang Wuchen and looked at Jiang Wuchen on the ground with a touch of pity.

Then he went over and took a pill from his arms.

The appearance of this pill immediately attracted the spirit of yuan in all directions. Jiang Wuchen couldn't move all over, but his eyes could turn.

He noticed the strange pill in the woman's hand. With the spirit of Yuan spirit in all directions, the pill showed a milky light.

The strong repair breath made Jiang Wuchen feel afraid.

Jiang Wuchen can't see the level of this pill, but it can be felt from the absorption of Yuanling Qi and the strong repair smell. It's a super product.

Its level should be at least above the seventh grade, because only pills with more than the seventh grade can have a certain spiritual knowledge. Only pills with spiritual knowledge can trigger the spirit of Yuan spirit on all sides.

Pill entrance.

For a moment, Jiang Wuchen felt suffocated. The powerful repair smell on the pill immediately filled his dry sea of gas. The damaged body was perfectly repaired in a moment. At the same time, a thick cuticle appeared on his body.

Jiang Wuchen's consciousness also disappeared at this moment.

With the disappearance of Jiang Wuchen's consciousness, the cuticle on his body surface became denser and thicker, and finally became like a cocoon.

The woman sat back on the stone bench and drank herself.

As time went by, it was dawn and the sun came in.

Jiang Zongcheng, who was in a coma in the vegetable garden, woke up first. He got up and rushed to the woman, then looked around, then focused on the cocoon on the ground, and said in a trembling voice, "where's my... My grandson?"

The woman's eyes are a little red. She doesn't even look at him.

Jiang Zongcheng asked again, "where's my grandson?"

The woman seemed unwilling to let Jiang Zongcheng make a noise here and pointed to the cocoon on the ground.

Jiang Zongcheng gathered together. The cocoon was transparent. Especially in the morning light, he could see the appearance of Jiang Wuchen inside.

Jiang Wuchen is still alive. Jiang Zongcheng can see that he has fallen into the same deep sleep as entering the mind. On this cocoon, Jiang Zongcheng feels the extremely powerful spirit of yuan.

He suddenly understood, then stood up, ran into the kitchen and became busy.

After a while, I made breakfast, corn grits porridge, carrots with salt, pancakes the size of a child's face, and a few stupid eggs.

Breakfast was served to the woman.

Women despise it.

Jiang Zongcheng whispered politely, "have some."

The woman took another look at the blue and white porcelain sea bowl, then looked at Jiang Zongcheng and said, "do you eat this?"

Jiang Zongcheng nodded.

The woman was silent for a moment and observed the big bowl.

Jiang Zongcheng whispered, "this is Tang Shi's bowl."

Hearing this sentence, the woman obviously had some reaction, stretched out her flawless white hand shrank in her cuffs and held up the big bowl.

This bowl is too big, bigger than a woman's face. A bowl of porridge weighs at least two kilograms.

The woman's lips moved and hesitated to drink.

Jiang Zongcheng said, "we grow corn. It takes less than three days to grind it into grits. It's sweet."

The woman frowned, put her red lips on the edge of the bowl, gently sipped it, swallowed it, and began to drink slowly, faster and faster

Finally, she didn't use chopsticks or wooden spoons. She just drank the bowl in both hands.

Jiang Zongcheng said, "this is boiled in the ground pot, and."

The woman gave him the bowl, which obviously meant more.

Jiang Zongcheng ran over with a bowl full. The woman drank it again. Then she stopped drinking. She put down the bowl and wiped her red lips. There was more brilliance in her eyes. "I haven't eaten grains for at least 50 years."

Fifty years?

Jiang Zongcheng is surprised. This woman looks like she's only 20 or 30 years old at most. She even says she hasn't eaten cereals in 50 years. How old is she?

Jiang Zongcheng stayed with the big monk for more than a year and didn't know his specific age.

"It's time to eat." Jiang Zongcheng said casually, not knowing what to say.

The woman didn't say much. She seemed too lazy to explain to Jiang Zongcheng. She was not a person at the same level. She couldn't understand more.

Jiang Zongcheng didn't ask. He went back with a bowl. After washing, he came out again. He went to the vegetable garden and picked some fruits and put them in front of the woman.

Women ignore it.

Jiang Zongcheng said, "when will my grandson wake up?"

"You can call him now, but I advise you not to do that. In this cocoon, it's like a baby in the mother's body, which is good for him," said the woman.

"Oh." Jiang Zongcheng nodded and stood beside the woman.

The woman said, "do what you should do, don't pestle here!! the water in the pond is dry and the fish is dead. Find a way to tidy it up."

When Jiang Zong was founded, he fished out the dead fish first. These fish were bombarded by Tianlei, and the half cooked ones could not be eaten. Unfortunately, the fate of these fish was not good. I'm afraid he never thought they would be killed by Tianlei.

After taking out the fish, Jiang Zongcheng buried them. Then he pulled a water pipe and filled the pond with water. Then he called. Not long ago, several black Mercedes Benzes drove over. Several young people got out of the car, carried the fry into the pool and recovered.

After all this was done, it was getting dark again. Jiang Zongcheng was busy cooking.

The woman said she only drank corn grits