The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Your Majesty, this is..."

Old Cun was smelling the strange fragrance from a distance, and when he got closer to the stove, the smell became even worse.

Around his cultivation base, which had not made any progress for a long time and had begun to slump, began to become faintly active under the stimulation of this medicinal fragrance, and the spiritual energy that had not yet filled his limbs showed some signs of surging. .

"Sir, you are preparing to treat my mother's illness."

Zhang San was a little excited. He knew how fierce that big guy was, and the pot of soup he brewed might have quite a medicinal effect. He had an inexplicable trust in Zhang Qinghe, and he also felt that this bowl of soup would be given to his mother. It brings about a big change in complexion.

"oh……"

Lao Cun was smelling the fragrance, his Adam's apple twitching, maybe because he felt that he was very old, and it was really rude to act like this, so he turned serious.

This is not his fault. It can only be said that the fish soup in the pot is too tempting, especially for a Taoist monk who is limited by his talent and has difficulty in improving his cultivation. It is no different from a panacea.

What's more, Old Cunzheng has lived for most of his life, and he has only heard of such things as spiritual food - except for some special recipes, making monster flesh and blood and spiritual medicine into dishes is a waste of medicinal properties and is suspected of being a waste of natural resources.

Zhang Qinghe was speechless and said slowly——

"I killed a monster on the edge of the Wei River earlier, and I happened to give it to Zhang Sanniang as a tonic."

"Oh, tonic, it's so good, it's so good."

There was no greed in the old man's eyes from beginning to end. His previous reaction was just out of subconscious instinct. Zhang Qinghe's eyes became a little softer.

"This pot of fish soup is overly medicinal. It would be great if Muramasa could stay and drink a few bowls."

Muramasa's face turned red and he waved his hands repeatedly——

"How can I steal the girl's medicinal materials? This is not good, this is not good."

"Mr. Muramasa can stay. Sir, he is very capable. I might as well catch another one tomorrow."

The little child now respects Zhang Qinghe more and more. He naturally knew that Zhang Qinghe could destroy the monsters in Ruyi's class, but seeing it and feeling it up close and intuitively were different.

In Zhang San's opinion, Zhang Qinghe casually swung his stick at the giant beast that looked like a horse and a dragon, and then pierced the head with a sharp sword. After all, he is an ordinary person, and the danger in it is not visible at all.

And Zhang San finally understood. Firstly, his mother could not drink so much fish soup. Secondly, Zhang Qinghe wanted to keep Muramasa here for some reason - he knew that this gentleman, for some reason, was not interested in the fish soup. He had a somewhat indifferent attitude towards everything. If he really just wanted Muramasa to drink some soup, he would never say such nonsense.

Now that he has said it, it means that Zhang Qinghe kept Muramasa here for a purpose, so Zhang San also rolled his eyes and cooperated with his husband.

After all, this is actually a good thing for Muramasa.

"Is this...is this appropriate?" Seeing that Zhang San had also spoken, Muramasa stopped and hesitated.

"San'er is right, there are not many people in this village who can drink this soup."

The old man understood what Zhang Qinghe meant, and he could already feel the medicinal power like a furnace.

The spoon in Zhang Qinghe's hand continued to simmer the fish soup. The originally bright and white soup became thicker and thicker. It was clearly being cooked and stirred over a slow fire, but it had a texture like gelatin and gradually condensed. , and during the cooking process, it exudes a faint aura of spiritual light, as if Zhang Qinghe in charge of the dish is not a cook, but an alchemist holding an alchemy furnace.

It contains spiritual breath and medicinal properties, and its effect is the same as that of elixirs, but the color, fragrance and fragrance are not lost. This is a spiritual food.

When it first appeared, it was prepared for some people from aristocratic families who were not used to taking pills and enjoyed them quite a lot.

Zhang Qinghe sniffed the tonic soup with spiritual breath in front of him, and showed a slightly satisfied expression - he was already good at this, and he was often eaten by Li Shaobai in Taohao Tian. Although it was just ordinary food that day, It didn't affect him in the slightest as he followed the prescription today.

After all, one method can lead to all methods. In addition to understanding, this thing requires nothing more than a strong affinity between the soul and the spiritual breath - or in other words, let alone the talisman formation, elixir or practice, all it requires is Both. Zhang Qinghe is not lacking in the former, but as for the latter... with his physique, the Spiritual Breath Society will get closer on its own.

"San'er, go get three bowls and four spoons."

"Four...four?"

Zhang San was a little surprised. There were clearly three bowls, so why were there four spoons?

"I'll give you a small spoon later."

Zhang Qinghe said calmly.

"Noble?"

Muramasa wanted to dissuade him with words. He could feel the amazing power of the medicine. Maybe Zhang San could not bear it at the moment. He was just a mortal child, and he didn’t have any spiritual roots. He was afraid that he would forcefully fill it up and overdo it. Something is going to go wrong.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhang Qinghe's tone was as low as possible, which made the old village feel more at ease. He then ordered Zhang San to help Zhang Lian up and sit at the table with the stove.

The "fish soup" that was sealed by Zhang Qinghe's spiritual breath, like white gelatin, was spooned into the bowl by Zhang San. He turned to look at Zhang Qinghe from time to time - after Muramasa's conversation with his husband just now, he already knew. The medicinal power of this thing is amazing, and my mother may not be able to fully bear it.

Every time he took a spoonful, he looked at Zhang Qinghe's expression. When more than half of the bowl was filled, Zhang Qinghe nodded, then he put the bowl aside and served it to Lao Cunzheng.

Zhang San was right. Zhang Qinghe really wanted to keep Lao Muramasa.

He originally wanted to talk to Zhang Lian through the medical stall. If there was anyone in the village who knew the secrets hidden in Zhangjia Village best, it would be Zhang Lian and Muramasa. The origin of Zhang Lian in the village is extremely mysterious. He seems to be different from other clan members. The old village is also the descendant of the person appointed by the Zhang family to manage the village. If these two people don't know that the Zhang family exiled their clan members here to take care of them, Reason, that really doesn’t make sense.

Now that Lao Cunzheng has followed him, he is playing into his heart - two people's mouths are never as reliable as one person's. As long as a little bit of unequal information is revealed between words, Zhang Qinghe can make reasonable speculations.

Maybe he would know something about Donglai without waiting for someone from the Zhang family to replace Muramasa.

"Ahem..."

Zhang Lian's face was still that sallow but gentle, and his lips were dry, white and cracked. Although Zhang Qinghe had previously given him a few mild pills, they were only slightly better.

"Brother, you know how to use spiritual food? No wonder you say you can help me heal..."

Zhang Lian slowly sat down and carefully observed the tonic in the bowl. She glanced at Zhang Qinghe gratefully, and then rubbed Zhang San's little head.

"I wonder how San'er learned calligraphy today... ahem, how's it going?"