After Wu Jing left for a few breaths, Ding Erniu and the other guards came back to their senses from the game. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Miss," Ding Erniu's expression was a little solemn, "I don't know where this Jinggu found these game." ”

He didn't believe that a normal person could conjure game out of this bare cliff.

Although Ding Erniu had long heard of the magic of the Wu clan and knew that Jinggu was a member of the Wu clan, the impact of this incident still made him a little uneasy.

This Jing Gu's ability is also too big, if she wants to be unfavorable to Miss, she and the others are probably not her opponents.

On this trip, he didn't have many guards, and on this narrow plank road, no matter how good everyone was, they couldn't show it.

And this Jing Gu is different, she left just now only half an hour ago, and she caught these wild meats, which shows that the means must be very different from ordinary people.

This made Ding Erniu have to be cautious.

He has been deeply favored by the Wang family since he was a child, and the safety of Miss Six made him have to take precautions against the villain at this time.

"It doesn't matter. Erniu, Jinggu, she is her own person. Wang Xi raised her head lightly, lit the fire, and smiled at a few guards whose faces were a little unnatural.

This is indispensable for guarding people. Ding Erniu saw that his master didn't care, and when he wanted to say something again, he was pulled by the shallow pity in his arms.

"Old slave, thank you for your trust."

It turned out that while they were talking, Wu Jing had already returned to the camp with a large stone pot about two feet in diameter in one hand and a large bundle of dry firewood in the other.

Ding Erniu laughed dryly a few times, and touched his nose very embarrassed. It seems that the old saying is true, you really can't talk nonsense behind people's backs. How embarrassing it is to be accidentally listened to.

Wu Jing looked at Ding Erniu with a complicated expression and took a few breaths, before she lit a fire and set up a pot, ready to boil chicken soup for the young lady to drive away the cold.

"Aunt Jing, let me help." Seeing that no one spoke, the atmosphere was a little awkward, Thirteen Niang hurriedly stepped forward, helped set up a bonfire together, and pulled out the dagger she carried with her, and dealt with the game on the side.

"yes, I'm here to help, too." Shallow pity also got out of Erniu's arms, she looked at the big stone pot on the side, hesitated for a moment, and then said a little embarrassed.

"There's no water, how can you make soup?"

"There's water." Wu Jing lifted the huge stone pot with one hand and placed it on the firewood that had just been erected. Only then did he take off a bamboo tube from his waist in the suspicious eyes of everyone.

Wu Jing pulled out the bamboo stopper, and the clear water with the fragrance of bamboo flowed into the already heated stone pot, making a "zizi" sound.

How many "bamboo water ....... can there be"? Ding Erniu automatically swallowed the next few words, and looked at the bamboo tube that had been filled with a small half pot and continued to pour water, his face was full of horror.

How is this possible? However, how can a bamboo tube with a wrist thickness of half a foot long hold so much water!

What the hell is this! Ding Erniu suddenly turned sideways and twisted the arm of a guard beside him vigorously.

"It hurts." The little three ghosts screamed, causing everyone to turn their heads and look over. "Brother Erniu, why are you pinching me?"

"Little San, does it really hurt?" Erniu looked at the brother who jumped to his feet and inhaled with an apologetic face, and laughed a few times.

Since Xiao San really hurts, then this is not a dream. It seems that this person of the witch clan is really magical.

"Of course it hurts." Xiao San rubbed his arm and muttered helplessly with a face full of helplessness.

I don't know what nerves Brother Er Niu has, he was looking at witchcraft and was interrupted by his dead hand. It hurts!

It wasn't until the half-human-high stone pot was filled with water that Wu Jing stopped, got up and stood beside Wang Jiqing.

"Aunt Jing, sit down too." Wang Ji glanced at the people sitting around him, and then looked up at Wu Jing beside him.

"It's an order." After being with Wu Jing for so long, she knew that only with orders could Wu Jing dare to sit down in front of her.

"Thank you, Miss." Wu Jing thanked him very gratefully, and then sat down beside his master, and meditated and cultivated silently with the aura overflowing from his master's body.

After only two quarters of an hour's work, the stone pot overflowed with an intoxicating aroma.

"Well, it smells so good." Several young guards shouted exaggeratedly, and the guards who had just been shocked by Wu Jing for a while were suddenly aroused by the rich aroma of chicken soup.

"The chicken soup stewed by this pheasant is really not comparable to that of a domestic hen. Just smelling like this, it will smell to death! The guard Xiao San picked up a dry firewood and took out the bonfire, looking intoxicated.

"Little San, look at your gluttony! Out of breath! A taller guard reached out and poked the little brother in the arm, making a good laugh at him.

"Brother Big Bear, you have a good time, wait for the chicken soup to be ready, then don't drink it, let my brother and I drink more." Xiao San muttered, twisting his body from side to side, flexibly dodging Brother Xiong's sneak attack.

"Stinky boy! See what you can endure. The two brothers laughed for a long time, and only stopped when Wu Jing took out a stack of stone bowls out of nowhere.

"Miss, can you taste it, but it still pleases your appetite?" Wu Jing carefully blew the chicken soup in her hand a little colder before serving it to the master.

Wang Ji took the chicken soup lightly, took a sip, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Let's let everyone drink too." Wang Ji nodded with a smile and took another sip of chicken soup.

This pheasant chicken soup made in a stone pot tastes really good.

A group of young guards didn't need a few girls to do anything, and immediately surrounded them and scooped up the chicken soup directly with a bowl.

"Not bad, it tastes really good." One of the guards said.

"What's good, this chicken soup is obviously delicious in the world." Another guard also quickly complimented.

……..

Wang Ji looked at the way everyone was talking and laughing, and she also felt that her appetite was so great that she even drank two large bowls of chicken soup.

"This chicken soup is good, but if it's dog meat, it's even better." At this time, another guard, who had a soft spot for dog meat, seemed to think of the delicious dog meat, and did not forget to mention his beloved dog meat while drinking chicken soup.

"In Shuzhong, it's best not to mention dog meat." Wu Jing stood up and stared at the guard who spoke, her eyes a little unkind.

A few young guards who were talking and laughing suddenly stopped when they heard the words, and looked at Wu Jing for some reason. In normal times, they might not pay attention to this old lady's words, but the various miracles that Wu Jing showed just now had already shocked them from the heart.

"What's wrong?" Wang Xi looked down on the atmosphere and asked Wu Jing with a smile. "Is there anything special about dogs in Shu?"

"Miss." Hearing this, Wu Jing stood up and replied respectfully.

"In Shu, people are not allowed to hurt dogs, let alone eat dog meat. In August every year, the priests of the Wu tribe in Shuzhong will also hold a special dog tail sacrifice ceremony, prepare enough sacrifices to sacrifice to the dog god. (To be continued.) )