When Zhou Qingfeng got up early in the morning, he saw his underwear hanging in the backyard of the tavern. The cotton panties were taken from the island of time and space, and they were stained with a lot of filth last night. When the cook's hands are sticky and wet, she can only laugh and get up at night to wash them, and hang them outside. The hard panties frozen by the cold wind are like a piece of iron, fluttering in the wind.

Don't get me wrong, it's just a regular handjob. A thirteen-year-old boy is a little impulsive or something, and he should be understood, and you see that the chef is very understanding. This is a very pure physiological soothing, in order to avoid the psychological shadow of the sexual obscurity of adolescence in the adolescent state. You must believe that Uncle Zhou is not the kind of person who messes around.

If you have to say that I'm not human, I can't help it.

Speaking of which, last night's handjob was pretty good. The cook was patient and gentle, and even teased and asked if she wanted to have a Blojob package on the basis of Handjob, but Zhou Qingfeng had already finished squirting and entered the state of a sage, and refused on the grounds that he was 'too tired'. Now the only thing he is worried about looking at his underwear, he didn't change it.

The cook's face was as usual, and she was busy making breakfast in the back kitchen, and a few ghost servants were helping. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng get up, she smiled and asked if she slept well last night?

"It's good." Zhou Qingfeng tried to say that everything was calm. It's just that the kitchen is on fire, the temperature is quite high, and the cook takes off her leather jacket and only wears an ordinary underwear. Whether she leaned over to pick up the steamer or lowered her head to test the saltiness, the bulging peaks on her chest would shake with it, making the young man's heart flutter and his imagination fluttering.

Since the separation of Abahai and Abahai, Zhou Qingfeng has not known the taste of meat for a long time.

Batu's sister also came out of the house and shouted sweetly when she walked past Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand, guessing that he was greeting himself. But the cook lady opposite blushed when she heard this, laughed and scolded and chased after this girl, making the kitchen jubilant.

Zhou Qingfeng could only smirk 'hehehehe', watching the two women circle around him, constantly rubbing against him. A tent was quickly erected on his pants without underwear - the young man was just in a hurry.

After a commotion, the cook saw the abnormality on Zhou Qingfeng's crotch, and quietly reached out and gently pressed it for him, wanting to soothe the anger that had been rising out early in the morning. It's just that it's okay if you don't press it, and the anger will be even bigger under one press. The tent was taller and more conspicuous, and even the girl who could only speak Mongolian could see it.

The girl looked at the tent and smiled, her eyes were full of surprise, and she even wanted to reach out and grab a handful. Before she could touch it, the palm of her hand was opened by the cook, and Zhou Qingfeng was also driven out of the back kitchen by the cook. Blown by the biting cold wind outside, Zhou Xiaodi quickly calmed down, and then Zhou Qingfeng saw his underwear fluttering in the wind.

I don't know when I can do it?

The back kitchen couldn't go in, so Zhou Qingfeng walked towards the front hall of the tavern.

There was a strong smell of alcohol in the hall, and the floor was full of dishes, tables and chairs that were overturned at will. The ghost servant was cleaning up, ignoring Zhou Qingfeng's appearance. He saw Batu sleeping behind the counter in the front hall. Several benches were put together to form a bed, and the bald brute lay on his back, snoring.

"Batu, Batu!"

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't wake up and kicked a few times. Batu, who slept until he was drooling, immediately turned over and stood up suddenly, still holding a large axe in his hand, and stared around. Zhou Qingfeng had already retreated a few meters away and greeted him, "How much did you drink last night?" ”

After seeing that it was Zhou Qingfeng, Batu put down the axe and muttered, "Last night? ”

Ah......, last night!

"What about the elixir you refined? Anything else? Batu suddenly remembered something and asked Zhou Qingfeng loudly. The kind for ghosts. ”

"I made the same furnace last night. What's wrong? ”

"I checked with a number of treasure hunters here last night, and they all saw the benefits of this elixir. Although a ghost servant is not worth much, it is troublesome to buy it again if it can be scrapped, and it can save trouble if it can be fed for a long time. This kind of elixir you refine is rare, and the materials used are also cheap, so you should be able to make a lot of money. ”

Batu has been making a lot of money recently, and suddenly there is a way to make a fortune, and he is suddenly very positive. Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head and said, "I still have to go to the ghost mound, I'm afraid I won't have time to help you with alchemy." Why don't you try again and see if you can learn how to practice? ”

"I don't have that ability." Batu waved his hand and refused, "Alchemy also depends on talent, I can't do it as easily as you." If you want to go into the ghost mound, I can help you. ”

As he spoke, Batu pulled out a large wooden box from under his counter. When the box opened, there was a large leather roll. He pointed to the leather scroll and said: "This is the map of the oni mound drawn by the previous tavern owners, and this is the surrounding mountains of the oni mound, and inside is the three layers of the oni mound. ”

There are more than a dozen different places on the periphery of the ghost mound, and the Thousand Corpses Cave that the monk said yesterday is one of them. The middle circle is smaller, divided into five or six areas. The innermost circle is blank.

"There are very few people who have been to the third floor, and it seems that there is a trick to getting into the innermost layer, but the average person does not know. The outer and middle circles are constantly moving, and the roads between different areas change from time to time. If you're willing to help me, I'll lend you this picture better than if you were blind and touch it. Batu looked at Zhou Qingfeng with a look of hope.

Of course, having a map is better than not having a map, and Zhou Qingfeng even marked the location of the production in the ghost mound on the map, as well as warnings of some dangerous areas. This thing brings together the wisdom of predecessors and is of great value.

"How many pills do you want me to help you refine that ghost eats?"

"I was bragging to people last night and booking out ...... in one go." Scratching his head, Batu pulled out a ledger from under the counter and flipped through it, with graffiti-like marks that only Batu himself could understand. He calculated for a long time and said embarrassedly: "I seem to have been ordered more than a thousand furnaces of 'Ghost Food Pill'. ”

More than a thousand furnaces? You're trying to exhaust me!

Although this pill is easy to refine, it takes a lot of spiritual power to consume more than a thousand furnaces.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's annoyed expression, Batu begged: "Little master, help." If I don't earn five thousand taels a month, the master of Mangguldai will definitely not spare me. I've just started a family now, and I'm still living with my own sister, but I don't want to end up like this. Why don't you help me refine a hundred furnaces first? ”

Zhou Qingfeng looked at Batu angrily, and then looked at the indispensable ghost mound map placed on the counter, so he nodded and said, "I'll try it, but don't expect me to practice too much, because my spiritual power is limited." ”

Batu immediately danced with joy. In order to get this batch of pill orders, he simply closed his wilderness tavern, invited Zhou Qingfeng to the cellar where the medicinal materials were stored, and even borrowed a first-grade pill furnace from the treasure hunter monk who lived in the backyard of the tavern.

Zhou Qingfeng ate breakfast and laid down the two Dan stoves side by side. He probably needed one piece of spiritual power to refine one furnace of 'Ghost Food Pill', and with his current spiritual power reserves, he could only refine four furnaces in a row. After the practice, you have to rest. He can also be regarded as doing his best and obeying the destiny of heaven.

The spiritual power was poured into the Dan furnace, and a ghost servant put in the medicinal materials next to it, and after half an hour the pill came out by itself after refining it. Batu was in charge of putting away the pills in wooden boxes. Zhou Qingfeng himself didn't know how this elixir was refined, he only knew that Yang Gui in his chest was controlling everything.

The two furnaces were refining at the same time, and after a quarter of an hour, Zhou Qingfeng had no spiritual power. He was just about to say, 'I need to rest for two hours before I can refine the pill again', but suddenly, thousands of powerful wishes came across time and space, and quickly transformed into spiritual power in his body. Five minutes later, Zhou Qingfeng's four-grid spiritual power filled up again.

Ah, ......, Lao Tzu has forgotten that I still have thousands of reverents who regard me as a god as their backing-Zhou Qingfeng closed his eyes and meditated, and he could even go back along the lines of the wish and listen to the prayers of the supplicants. The day before yesterday, a large number of villagers who had been favored by him to suppress bandits supported him spiritually, and this support was of practical significance.

Some people are praying to God, hoping that Zhou Qingfeng will live a long life and be safe; Some people prayed directly to Zhou Qingfeng, hoping that Zhou Qingfeng would bless his family with health and many children; Zhou Qingfeng can obtain spiritual power from these wishes, and he can also consume spiritual power to fulfill the wishes of some of them. The connection is mutual.

This discovery made Zhou Qingfeng suddenly happy and frightened - with so many people as the backing, his future cultivation will definitely be much smoother. But how terrible would Nurhachi, who has more people and more revered be?

The path of the divine soul is clearly a path to becoming a god, but why do all the monks say that it is too difficult to cultivate the divine soul? Are there other pitfalls or difficulties hidden in this?

Zhou Qingfeng hadn't seen any record of wishing to become a god in the cultivation of the divine soul from anyone or any books, and he would face a large number of prayers, and he couldn't help but consume a bar of spiritual power to fulfill the wish of one of the pravocates—an ordinary farmer, who prayed that Zhou Qingfeng could manifest his spirit to cure his son's illness.

The light spiritual power traveled hundreds of miles along the prayer channel, from the cellar under a barren mountain in the north to the dilapidated house of a farmer in the north of Shenyang. The praying farmer gave Zhou Qingfeng a tablet, while his sick son was groaning in pain on the bed next to him.

The light spiritual power burst from the tablet, and the peasant family in the broken house suddenly let out an amazed joy. These poor peasant households never thought that their prayers would be answered, but Zhou Qingfeng really did it. Although the distance was far away, Zhou Qingfeng seemed to hear bursts of cheers, 'Immortal Zhou has appeared, Immortal Zhou has appeared'!

Spiritual power was instilled into the body of the sick child, who probably had some kind of intestinal parasitic disease, and tossed and turned on the bed in pain. The light spiritual power directly kills the parasites and eggs, and saves the child from the painful torture.

When the patient's mood gradually calmed down, when the whole family of the farmer knelt in front of the tablet and kept kowtowing, when the stronger willingness than before was fed back to Zhou Qingfeng's end, he seemed to wake up in a nightmare - no, no, I will be eaten up in this way. Lao Tzu fulfilled the wishes of these supplicants today, so what about next time? Lao Tzu can satisfy one, but not a thousand.

Zhou Qingfeng is a Chinese, and he knows too well the attitude of his compatriots towards the gods in their bones - if you work, I will believe it, and if you don't, I will not believe it. This prayer is effective, and I believe in you this time; The next time the prayer doesn't work...... the dragon king will be carried out of the temple and beaten if it doesn't rain.

The gain of Wish Power and the consumption of Spiritual Power are not at all proportional. The more people who make the wish, the more Wish power growth will soon flatten, but the spiritual power consumption will increase exponentially. As long as someone with a little mathematical knowledge can figure this out, this way of improving cultivation is a dead end.

It's too hard to be a god in the land of China, and it's easier to fool those fools under the Abrahamic god in comparison.

And what made Zhou Qingfeng feel the most palpitations was that Yanggui, who could connect four hundred years later, had a strong rejection of the divine descent. It keeps vibrating in its chest, repeatedly reminding it - this is too unscientific and incompatible!