Isn't this little girl human?

Meng Qiongpei didn't notice the change in Du Heng's face, just looked at Quan Hui, frowned, and said, "This little girl hasn't taken a bath for a long time, she just stinks to death......" said and covered her nose.

Du Heng took Quan Hui's hand and said sarcastically: "We, peasant women and folk girls, are naturally inferior to the fairy sister, a rare fairy in the world like Senior Sister, even the fart is fragrant." ”

Meng Qiongpei only thought that Du Heng was praising herself, her hands gently ran her long hair, and said arrogantly: "Of course." She squinted her eyes, "You countrymen, if you enter my Liubo Gate, you must also be clean, don't dirty the land of our fairy mountain." ”

Du Heng said: "Okay, we'll wash it up tonight." ”

"The soil can be washed away, but the cheesiness can't be washed away," Meng Qiongpei pointed to the west, "Twenty miles here, there is a bamboo forest, and there is a Ganyuan in the forest." In the past, Xi He was born for ten days, bathing in Ganyuan. The new disciples will go there to wash away the filth of the mortal world, so go now. ”

Before Du Heng could agree, Meng Qiongpei raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the two of them arrived in the bamboo forest in an instant.

The words "Let's go" were still lingering in Du Heng's ears, and a deep pool appeared in front of him. The surface of the pond is light and misty, and the aroma is slightly smoky. The sound of bamboo waves by the pond, light and shadow. The blue waves in the pool are rippling, and the water is shining. In the depths of the pool, the bamboo shadow is mottled, and there are more than a dozen beautiful jade girl carcasses laughing and playing, splashing bursts of water.

Du Heng was dizzy for a while, and quickly turned around, his face flushed to the root of his ears.

"Sister Fang, what's wrong with you?" Quan Hui tugged at Du Heng's hand.

"No, nothing...... I don't like a group of people taking a shower together...... I'll come back in the evening, and you can wash yourself. ”

Du Heng withdrew his hand and was about to run with his leg raised, but suddenly felt a sinking under his feet, and it turned out that Quan Hui pounced on his feet.

"Then, then I won't wash it either." Quan Hui lay on the ground, hugged Du Heng's feet, raised her head, and looked at Du Heng pitifully.

"Why don't you wash?"

"The water is too hot......"

"Water heat? How can the water in this deep mountain and old pool be hot? This is the most outrageous one of all the excuses that Du Heng has heard, not wanting to take a bath.

"It's hot! The water is still steaming! ”

Du Heng thought of the light mist on the surface of the pond and was speechless.

***

In the middle of the night, Du Heng saw that Quan Hui was asleep, so he quietly got up and came to Gan Yuan alone.

A full moon is reflected in the pool, as if there is a small gaze in a huge pupil.

The lord of sweet dates soaks the bath of Ganyuan, wonderful, wonderful!

Du Heng was so happy that he took off his clothes in a few clicks and jumped into Gan Yuan with a thud.

The water in Gan Yuan is extremely clear, and it seems to be bottomless, but I didn't expect to jump in, as if there was ground under my feet, and the depth was just enough to submerge most of my body.

Du Heng poked with his feet, and there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in the pool. The hot and cold water potentials are washed alternately, and there is a strong energy rushing into the whole body from the soles of the feet, opening up the meridian joints, and it is indescribably happy. It seems that when Xihe was bathing in the sun, he left the masculine power of the sun in the pool, and he and Gan Yuan's original cold power struck each other, which was a good place to cultivate. Washing and washing, Du Heng only felt that his body was washed and washed by two waves of desolation, and the dirt that had accumulated in his blood for many years had been swept away, and his cultivation seemed to have increased a lot.

Du Heng soaked in Gan Yuan for half a night, and when he saw the white belly of the fish in the sky, he planned to go back and come back tomorrow. He had just come ashore and was about to pick up his clothes when he suddenly heard a scream.

Du Heng raised his head suddenly, and found that Quan Hui was staring between his legs with a frightened look on his face.

"Sister Fang...... You...... What's your ...... there?"

I think I was patronizing and enjoying just now, and I didn't hear Tsuen Hui's footsteps, it's really damn good.

Du Heng hurriedly picked up his clothes and wrapped them around his waist, wiped a handful of water on his face, and suddenly realized that the fat powder on his face had also been washed off by himself.

"You've seen it all," Du Heng no longer pinched his throat, but resumed his male voice, "Don't say it." ”

"Sister Fang is going to kill me?" Quan Hui said in a trembling voice.

Du Heng smiled dumbly.

"Why should I kill you? As long as you don't say it, we're still good sisters. ”

"Hmmm! I'll keep it a secret! Sister Fang is so good to me, I can't ......" Quan Hui suddenly looked puzzled, "Sister Fang...... Brother Fang...... Fang ......"

Du Heng looked at Quan Hui's helpless appearance and said with a smile: "It's better to call Sister Fang, so as not to show your stuffing." ”

After speaking, Du Heng quickly got dressed, applied rouge gouache, turned back, squatted in front of Quan Hui, and said seriously: "Girl, are you human?" ”

Quan Hui scratched her head and said, "Sister Fang, it's so decent, why are you scolding?" ”

Du Heng smiled: "I didn't scold you, stupid girl, because I'm not human." ”

Quan Hui pursed her mouth and stared at Du Heng with strange little eyes. Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she said in surprise: "Then are you a fairy?" Is it a ghost? Or a goblin? Sister Fang, you are so good, you must be a fairy. ”

"Do immortals have to be good people?" Du Heng smiled and shook his head, "I am an orchid, which grows in the valley, with slender leaves and small flowers. ”

"Fragrant!"

Quan Hui suddenly threw herself into Du Heng's arms and giggled.

***

Later, Du Heng learned that the gap between the four disciples of the Liubo Sect who had cultivated to the level was very large. With Du Heng's current cultivation, he can't reach the purple clothes, so he wears the same clothes as the mortal Quan Hui who has not cultivated. Every time he thought of this, Du Heng was secretly frightened, how deep the pink-clothed Meng Qiongpei's cultivation was, and how powerful the master Xian Jiao, who had never shown up, would be.

Du Heng and Quan Hui cooked for the people of the whole sect every day, and as long as the prepared meal was put on the Qiankun platform, the meal would disappear and they would be sent to the disciples themselves. Therefore, except for Meng Qiongpei, who occasionally came over to point fingers, Du Heng rarely saw anyone else in the sect.

Du Heng never cooks by himself, he always uses a few small methods, letting those pots and pans, kitchen knives, cutting boards, and green vegetables and radishes take care of themselves, and he and Quan Hui just need to go to the town to buy vegetables. Although Quan Hui grew up in the town since she was a child, she has seen a lot of people who know immortal arts, but it is the first time she has seen someone who cooks with immortal methods. Every time I look at those cucumber fungus, wash them in the basin and lie on the cutting board, and fly into the pot with the spices, I can't open my eyes with joy.

It took four years to cook this meal. In the past four years, in addition to going to the town to buy vegetables, Du Heng has basically been looking for Master all over the mountains and wilderness for other times. Although Meng Qiongpei said that whether or not he can meet the master depends on the creation, Du Heng has always believed that he is a person with a deep creation, and it is definitely not difficult to meet the master. However, he wandered in the mountains every day, not to mention the master, and it was rare for him to even meet his own disciples.

Seeing that the five-year appointment was coming, Du Heng was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Every time Meng Qiongpei came to give orders, Du Heng always knocked on the side, wanting to inquire how she cultivated to the powdered clothes. However, when it came to this matter, Meng Qiongpei was always secretive, as if she was afraid that Du Heng would steal some secrets. Therefore, in the past four years, Du Heng's mana has not grown much, and his cooking skills are getting better and better.

Quan Hui looked very shriveled and thin due to malnutrition when she was a child. Originally, when I first met Du Heng, he was already thirteen years old, but he was only eight or nine years old. After entering the Liubo Gate, he didn't have to worry about three meals a day, plus Du Heng would occasionally go to the mountains to hunt a few wild games to satisfy his hunger, Quan Hui grew rapidly, and after four years, she was slim, like a delicate beautiful girl. Du Heng watched Quan Hui grow up day by day, and always sighed secretly, mortals grow so fast, it takes him hundreds of years to grow, and mortals only need a few years.

One day, Meng Qiongpei wanted to eat bamboo shoots, and also named him to eat the ones on Liubo Mountain, and asked Du Heng to dig them himself. Although Du Heng was unwilling, he couldn't beat Meng Qiongpei, so he had to pull the burlap bag and go to the mountains.

There was no one in the mountains, so Du Heng was no longer pretending to be coquettish, but wandering. He whistled in his mouth, put the sack on his shoulder, flipped the sickle back and forth in his hand, and walked towards the bamboo forest in two steps.

It is now spring, the breeze is warm, the grass and trees are germinating, and after a spring rain, there are countless spring shoots in the bamboo forest. Du Heng opened the sack, sat on the ground, and swung his sickle to collect the bamboo shoots by himself, but he picked a bamboo leaf and blew a small song.

After the song was blown, Du Heng expected that the bamboo shoots were almost finished, so he got up to pick up the sack, only to find that the sickle was missing.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "tuk tuk". Du Heng looked for prestige, only to see that the sickle was cutting a big bamboo shoot in the distance. The bamboo shoot was as thick as a tree, and seemed to be taller than a man. The scythe was so weak that it didn't fall for a while, and only a layer of skin was peeled off.

This bamboo shoot is so big, I'm afraid it's old. However, the sickle was cast by me, and it is said that I will not fail to know the old bamboo shoot, how can I be so persistent and have to cut it.

Du Heng approached, looked at the damaged place, and found that it was really a tender bamboo shoot, which grew so big. He didn't wait for the sickle to be sharpened, he pulled out Yaohua with his backhand and slashed it towards the root of the bamboo shoots. Just listening to the crisp sound of "click", the bamboo shoot was cut off by Qi Gen, leaving a bare white stubble.

Du Heng was about to bend down to pick up the bamboo shoots, when he suddenly heard a thin cracking sound under his feet. Before Du Heng could react, the ground under his feet began to loosen, and then collapsed with a bang.

Liubo Mountain couldn't use the Ascension Immortal Technique, so Du Heng could only roll down with a pile of clods of dirt and rubble, and finally fell to the ground with a bang. Du Heng was about to open his mouth to scold his mother, but when he saw a flash in front of him, Yaohua also pointed down with his sword blade down, and rushed down towards Du Heng's head. Du Heng hurriedly turned over, and with a "Zheng" sound, Yaohua was embedded in the stone crack.

Du Heng broke out in a cold sweat.

This big bamboo shoot is not the root vein of the ground, how did you cut that bamboo shoot, and the sky collapsed.

Du Heng sat up, looked around, and found that he seemed to have fallen into a sinkhole. The pit was dimly lit, the ground was damp, and there was a hint of decay in the air. The sinkhole seems to be dozens of feet deep, and when you look overhead, the hole that has just collapsed has become a small bright spot.

I don't know if there is any other exit from this sinkhole, and if not, wouldn't it be a dried corpse here.

Du Heng stood up and leaned into the pit. The space inside the pit is very open, like a hollow layer underground. The tips of Du Heng's hair moved slightly, as if there was a faint wind.

Suddenly, a glowing mass appeared not far away. Du Heng stepped forward and found that it was actually a white mushroom. And under this mushroom, there is a corpse dressed in purple! The mushrooms then grew vigorously from the corpses, and the mycelium was all over the place, and a few even popped out of the corpse's mouth and nose.

Du Heng felt sick to his stomach.

"Which senior sister unfortunately fell here and used the mushroom as a human flesh stake," Du Heng picked up the purple corners of the corpse with the tip of his sword, "How can I say that it is also in Liubo Mountain, that old widow is so powerful, how could she not sense that she has an apprentice who died here." Alas, I don't know how he died. ”

Du Heng squatted down and carefully examined the surface of the corpse. But the corpse had been tightly wrapped in mycelium, and even if there was any wound, it was covered.

Du Heng shook his head and sighed, but heard a whisper of thin ropes.

"There's something to eat!" "There's food again!" ……

Du Heng was startled, and hurriedly looked up to look for it, only to find that the voice seemed to come from the corpse.

He leaned closer to see it, and suddenly, the mushrooms on the corpse raised their canopies one after another. Thousands of sesame-sized eyes stared directly at Du Heng, their eyes full of hunger.