"Your Honor, this is ......"

The old village was smelling the smell from afar, and it was not until they approached the stove that the smell became even worse.

It was around his cultivation that he hadn't made progress for a long time, and the Dao Ji, which had begun to languish, was faintly becoming active under the urging of this medicinal fragrance, and the spirit yuan that had not yet filled his limbs had some signs of surging.

"Sir, this is going to treat my mother. ”

Zhang Qinghe was a little excited, but he knew how fierce that big guy was, and he was afraid that such a pot of soup would also have a lot of medicinal effects, he trusted Zhang Qinghe inexplicably, and he also felt that this bowl of soup would bring a lot of changes to his mother's complexion.

"Oh......"

Lao Cun was sniffing the fragrance and stirring his Adam's apple, probably because he felt that he was a lot older, so it was rude to behave like this, and he straightened his face.

This is not to blame him, it can only be said that the fish soup in the pot is too tempting, especially for a Guiyuan monk who is limited to talent and difficult to cultivate, it is tantamount to a panacea.

What's more, Lao Cun is living for most of his life, and he has only heard of such things as spiritual food - except for some special recipes, making dishes from demon flesh and spirit medicine is a waste of medicinal properties, and it is suspected of destroying heavenly things.

Zhang Qinghe was dumbfounded, and said slowly-

"I hit a monster on the edge of Weishui before, and I happened to use it as a tonic for Zhang Sanniang. ”

"Oh, tonic, so good, so good. ”

The old man had never been greedy in his eyes from beginning to end, and the previous reaction was just out of subconscious instinct, and Zhang Qinghe's gaze softened a little.

"This pot of fish soup is too medicinal and if Muramasa can stay and drink a few bowls, it would be excellent. ”

Mushimasa's face swollen red, and he waved his hands again and again—

"How can I rob the girl's medicinal herbs, this is not good, this is not good. ”

"Master Muramasa can stay, Mr. has great ability, and he shouldn't catch another one tomorrow. ”

The little boy now has more and more respect for Zhang Qinghe, and he naturally knew that Zhang Qinghe could destroy the monsters in the Ruyi class that day, but it was different from seeing it and feeling it intuitively up close.

In Zhang San's opinion, the behemoth that looked like a horse that day was Zhang Qinghe swinging his hand and throwing it on, and then pierced the head with a sword. He is a mortal after all, and the danger in it is not visible at all.

And Zhang San also understood it, first, his mother couldn't drink so much fish soup at all, and second, Zhang Qinghe somehow wanted to leave Muramasa behind - he knew that this gentleman didn't care about everything for some reason, if he really just wanted Muramasa to drink soup, he would never say such nonsense.

Since he said it, it shows that Zhang Qinghe purposefully left the village master, so Zhang San also rolled his eyes and cooperated with his husband.

After all, this is also a good thing for Masa Mura to come.

"This ...... Is this appropriate?" Seeing that Zhang San had also spoken, Mura Masahara stopped castration 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 already felt the medicinal power like a furnace.

The spoon in Zhang Qinghe's hand continued to refine the fish soup, and the originally white and bright soup became thicker and thicker, clearly being cooked and stirred by a simmer, but it was like a gelatinous texture, gradually condensing, and between boiling and cooking, it exuded a faint spiritual light, as if Zhang Qinghe, who was in charge of the spoon, was not a cook, but a Dan master holding a Dan furnace.

It contains spiritual breath and medicinal properties, and its effect is the same as that of the elixir, but the color and fragrance are not damaged, which is the spiritual food.

When it first appeared, it was prepared for some family members who were not used to taking pills and enjoyed it quite well.

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 rubbed by Li Shaobai in Taihao Tian, although it was just some ordinary meals that day, but it did not affect him at all today according to the recipe to draw a scoop according to the gourd.

After all, one law is universal, and all laws are passed, and in addition to understanding, this thing only requires the affinity of a powerful divine soul and spiritual breath - or in other words, let alone the talisman array, elixir or cultivation, these two things are required. There is no shortage of the former Zhang Qinghe, as for the latter...... With his kind of physique, the spiritual breath will get closer by itself.

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

"Four...... Four?"

Zhang San was a little surprised, it was clearly three bowls, why did he have four spoons?

"I'll make a small spoonful for myself later. ”

Zhang Qinghe said lightly.

"Noble?"

Mura Zheng wanted to persuade a little, he could feel the amazing medicinal power, maybe it was not something that Zhang San could bear at the moment, he was just a mortal child, and there was no spiritual root, so he forcibly made up for it, I was afraid that something would go wrong.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Zhang Qinghe's tone pressed down as much as possible, making Lao Cun Zheng feel much more at ease. He also asked Zhang San to help Zhang Lian up and sit down at the table with the stove.

The "fish soup" that was sealed by Zhang Qinghe's spiritual breath, like white clotted fat, was pushed into the bowl by Zhang Sanyi spoonful, and he turned his head to look at Zhang Qinghe from time to time - after the conversation between Fang Cai Village and his husband, he already knew that this thing was amazingly powerful, and his own mother might not be able to bear it completely.

Every time he took a spoonful, he looked at Zhang Qinghe's expression, until he reached most of the bowl, Zhang Qinghe nodded, and then he put the bowl aside and served it to Lao Cunzheng.

Zhang San didn't guess wrong, Zhang Qinghe really wanted to keep Lao Cunzheng.

He originally wanted to use the stall of treatment to talk to Zhang Lian, if there is anyone in the village who knows the secret hidden in Zhangjia Village best, it must be Zhang Lian and Murazheng. Zhang Lian's origin in the mouth of the village is extremely mysterious, it seems to be different from other clansmen, and the old village is the heir of the person appointed by the Zhang family to manage the village, if these two people say that they don't know the reason why the Zhang family exiled the clansmen here to take care of it, it is really unreasonable.

Now Lao Cun is coming over, but it is in his arms - the mouths of two people are never as reliable as one person, as long as there is a little unequal news between the words, Zhang Qinghe can make a reasonable guess.

Maybe he doesn't have to wait for the Zhang family to take over from the village, and he will be able to know something from the east.

"Ahem......"

Zhang Lian's face was still so sallow but gentle, her lips were dry and white and cracked, although Zhang Qinghe had given a few mild pills before, it was only a little better.

"Brother Tai can also eat, no wonder he said that he can condition my body......"

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

"I don't know if San'er can learn words today...... Ahem, what's wrong?"