"Yes, but how do you get this vigorous fire? Could it be that you need more firewood?" Wu Lao looked at the raging flames under the pot, and the immortal specially proposed to follow the vigorous fire, so the fire in front of him should not be strong enough, right?

"Well, probably, ah! The water boiled, and the fish soup was soon ready. Qingmin said as he looked at the bubbles bubbling in the pot.

Wu Lao closed his mouth and didn't continue to ask, and earnestly continued to watch Qingmin's next moves.

"It's a pity that there is no salt, so I am afraid it tastes bad. Qing Min thought that this pot of fish soup did not remove the fish, did not put any seasoning, and did not even have the most basic salt, and suddenly lost his expectation.

"Salt, what is that?" asked the Witch Elder .

"A crystal, a flavorful crystal. Qing Min looked at the dazed Wu Lao, sighed and said, "Forget it, you don't know what I said so much, if I encounter that thing in the future, I will tell you again." ”

Wu Lao really doesn't know what the salt is, and what the crystal in Qingmin's mouth is, but Qingmin doesn't say anything anymore and doesn't ask much, if you encounter something you don't know tomorrow, you can bring it back for Qingmin to see, maybe it's the salt in Qingmin's mouth.

The fish soup in the pot boiled for a few minutes, "Okay, do you have any bowls?" Qingmin asked, looking at the group of women.

Wu Lao smelled the smell of fish soup, and he didn't need to taste it to know that the taste of this fish soup was not bad, and he didn't know what it tasted like.

The group of women shook their heads and said, "Immortals, there is nothing you said here. ”

Kiyomin rummaged through the storage bag for a bowl that could hold fish soup, but he couldn't find it, so he had to take out the natal sword again, swinging the sword and cutting a stone into the shape of a bowl.

Wu Lao completely stared at the sword in Qing Min's hand this time, he didn't doubt at all that Qing Min was sharpening a hard stone just now, because the head of a person in the tribe was bled by this stone before, and Qing Min could turn a big stone like this with a sword, which shows how powerful this sword is.

Those men stared at Qing Min's general with burning eyes, the men of the tribe often fought with wild beasts and admired force, and they hoped that there would be a sword with such a powerful sword in Qing Min's hand, so that their strength could be improved.

Qing Min put the natal sword into the depths of her soul, picked up the bowl that had just been baked, performed a cleaning technique to sweep the dust off it, and fished a bowl of soup into the pot of fish soup, the fish soup was still steaming, Qing Min blew and took a sip, she tasted the deliciousness of the fish soup, but it just had no taste, and there was a fishy smell in the fish soup.

Qingmin frowned and drank the remaining fish soup in the bowl, "Well, I'm full, you have to be careful when eating this fish, remember to eat it in small bites, once you eat something hard, you have to spit it out, you only eat soft fish." ”

What Qingmin means by this is that they can drink the leftover fish soup and fish meat if they want to, and if they don't want to, they can skip it, but they should be careful when eating.

Wu Lao looked at the pot of fish soup, there was nothing wrong with the immortal just after drinking it, there must be no poison, but he didn't know how to drink the fish soup for a while, they didn't have Qing Min's ability to cut a stone into a bowl, so how should this pot of fish soup be drunk? This is still steaming fish soup.

Wu Lao hesitated and said, "We don't have a ····· for this." Before the words were finished, his eyes touched Qing Min's gaze, and the rest of the words were swallowed, and the immortals were not obliged to help them.

In the end, Qingmin couldn't help them cut a few bowls.

Because there is really not much fish soup in one pot, and this fish soup can only be tasted and cannot satisfy hunger, so it all entered the stomachs of Wu Lao and several children of the tribe, and the fish meat also entered their stomachs, but they all spit out.

The women of the tribe over there also grilled the meat, as for the fish soup, they could only smell it, and they didn't have any thoughts of wanting to drink it, the most important thing in this tribe was Wu Lao and a few children, and then the men of the tribe, and then they were them.

But now, even the men of the tribe have not been given fish soup, and they have none.

One of the women whispered, "Xiaopeng, is the fish soup delicious?"

Another woman asked, "What's the difference between soup and fish?"

"I feel that the fish is more delicious, it is a taste that I have never tasted, a delicious taste. Xiaopeng nodded, he really didn't know how to describe the taste of fish, after all, he hadn't eaten anything, he could only describe it as delicious.

The group of women looked at Kiyomin, hoping that she would conjure up a few more fish so they could taste them.

Qing Min glanced at them to know what they were thinking, but Qing Min was not so kind, especially this group of women, when they first entered the tribe, they gave themselves a dismount, Qing Min said: "Don't you know the origin of the fish? It's in that river, if you want to eat it, you can do it yourself." ”

When the man heard Qingmin's words, he was immediately dissatisfied with the woman, it was really embarrassing, and in order to offend the immortal for a little bit, he quickly changed the topic and asked, "Is the meat good?"

The group of women sensed the man's dissatisfaction and didn't dare to look at Qingmin, and replied, "It's almost good, I'm waiting." "Keep your head down and do things.

Xiaopeng was very happy because he drank the fish soup, holding the bowl in one hand and pointing to the sky with the other and said, "Old Man Wu, I saw that there seemed to be a shiny thing falling from the sky." ”

Kiyomin looked into the sky just in time to see the star turn into a meteor and streak across the sky.

Suddenly, a man in the tribe vomited black blood, his eyes closed and he fell, the person sitting next to him hurriedly avoided him, and there was a bold man pushing him and calling his name, but no matter how much he called that person, he just didn't wake up, and the tribe knew that the person was dead.

"It looks like he's dead. ”

This scene was too sudden, Wu Lao hurriedly stood up and walked over, "What's the matter? Why did something suddenly happen?"

The group of people suddenly panicked, and one of them said, "Elder Wu, I feel something cool passing through my hand. ”

The person next to him asked, "Did I touch your hand?"

"How is it possible that your hands are so rough?"

"I feel it, I feel it, it's moving, it's alive, it's panting, I feel it crawling over my fur. ”

Now everyone stood up in horror and shook their bodies, afraid that something would crawl on them.

"What about Elder Wu?"