Lao Wang looked at it.

Meng Liangliang laughed dryly a few times, "You continue, continue." ”

Lao Wang brewed his emotions slightly, and only then did he open his mouth to hear Meng Liangliang's voice float out again, "Why didn't that thunder break my clothes that day?

The words were choked back again, and Lao Wang lingered for a while before regaining his voice, "It was I who cast a spell to protect that clothes Ichigo." It's not because you're a female doll. ”

"Oh——。 Meng Liangliang suddenly thanked her sincerely, and after not seeing Lao Wang speak for a long time, she couldn't help urging: "Go on." ”

Lao Wang rubbed his face, "You let me brush it first." ”

After stroking a few big waists, a few sips of wine entered his throat, and Lao Wang's mood calmed down a little. At this time, he was not in the mood to create any atmosphere, so he thought of where to talk and where to open his mouth and said: "Your duty is to cook soup and send souls, but ordinary souls do not need you to send them personally, you just need to go to the underworld to cook soup every once in a while." ”

Meng Liangliang nodded and wrote it down, and took out a notebook and carbon pen from his backpack with a serious attitude, "May I ask what the ingredients, ratio, and heat of Meng Po soup are?"

Lao Wang waved his hand, "It's not that troublesome." You can boil Lethe water and you have it. If you have to pay attention to a sense of ceremony, you can just add something to it. ”

Even though the nerves were tempered strong, Meng Liangliang was still surprised, "That's it?"

Why doesn't it sound as reliable as the legendary Fangzi, the tears of the people seem to be quite the same thing. This is what Lao Wang said...... It's not a joke.

Lao Wang's expression was not very serious, but it didn't seem like he was joking. Looking at the obvious expression on Meng Liangliang's face, he began to replenish while chewing on the roasted kidney, "The effect of Lethe River Water is too domineering, ordinary souls can't drink it directly, and gods can't touch it for a long time, but Meng Po has nothing to do with it." The effect of the Lethe water, which has been boiled by Meng Po's hands, will become soft, and it can be used for soul sending. ”

It's just that it's hard to find a creature that can become Meng Po, and there is no rule to follow, sometimes it may be a human, sometimes it may be a demon, and sometimes it may be other spirits.

How hard is it to find?

No matter how noisy this thing is, he has to endure it.

After brushing the last string of big waists, Lao Wang wiped his mouth, abandoned all nonsense, and went straight to the point, "You are mortal in your own flesh, and you are directly canonized by external forces, and you are even more powerless if you have no cultivation." There is still a gap between being fully qualified for the position of Meng Po, so you have to step up your cultivation. ”

As a scholar who is good at listening to classes, Meng Liangliang sensitively grasped the key point of this immortal class. She unconsciously sat up straight, engrossed, for fear of missing a word.

Lao Wang didn't teach any scriptures, incantations, or the method of the Great Dao as she imagined, he just said something concisely.

"Your situation is special, the cultivation method is to use the five bodies to attract the qi of the earth and the underworld. Remember, the more evenly the lead, the better. ”

With that, he began to clean up the skewers and plastic bags scattered on the floor. Meng Liangliang couldn't wait for the following, and asked a little stunned: "That's it?"

Lao Wang nodded, "That's it." ”

Meng Liangliang asked, "How do you want to be introduced?"

Lao Wang thought seriously for a while and asked, "You know, rolling, right?"

At this moment, Meng Liangliang, who firmly believed that he was a god and not a psychopath, was shaken.

Lao Wang cleaned up the garbage he had made, stood up and looked at her with envy, "There are thousands of ways to cultivate the gods, but there are not many as simple as you. ”

Meng Liangliang twitched the corners of his mouth and asked, "Can I choose one that is a little difficult?"

"Little doll, it's not a good thing to be in a blessing and not know how to be blessed. Lao Wang shook his head, with some criticism in his expression, "When cultivating, avoid places with underground buildings, and direct contact with the earth is the best. ”

As he spoke, Lao Wang raised his hand in a dashing manner. The plastic bag wrapped in the skewer drew a long parabola in the air along with the empty wine bottle, and then fell into the trash can in the distance with great accuracy.

"And practice diligently, I'll look for you again in a few days. ”

I don't know what kind of psychology it is, after saying this, Lao Wang patted his buttocks and turned around, and the person was already a hundred meters away, and even the shadow disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Meng Liangliang still had a lot of questions to ask, but he was so powerful, she didn't have a chance to catch up and ask at all.

Calmly blowing the wind for a while, calmly walked back to the mental hospital, calmly sorted out today's German notes, did double homework with different handwriting, and then calmly made a set of national examination papers, and calmly stretched his waist, Meng Liangliang began to think: Do you want to try to roll...... Hmm, cultivating?

Where a person is in a position, he has to do something, and being a god is also a truth. Now she has to cultivate diligently, which is the same thing as her need to study diligently.

It's just a few rolls, and there's nothing to lose.

Thinking like this, Meng Liangliang walked out of the ward and came to the backyard.

In the dead of night, the moon and stars are scarce.

Meng Liangliang stepped on the moonlight and went straight to a lawn. According to her observations these days, there are no artificial structures or facilities underground, and the terrain is flat and the lawn is soft, which is the most suitable for rolling...... Ahem, practice.

Walking closer, Meng Liangliang found that there were already people in this good place.

The other party's hospital gown was particularly conspicuous in the grass color. I saw that his limbs were stretched flat on the ground, leaning and leaning up, his posture was vigorous and dexterous, like a dragon entering the sea, like a goshawk soaring; his movements were smooth and stretched, like white clouds cruising, like flowing water to the east.

The movements are good-looking and exquisite, Meng Liangliang can't help but wonder if the person in front of her is also an immortal with a cultivation method as special as her.

Soon, the suspected fairy patient ended the action with a carp punch. The waist is straight, the hands are close to the abdomen, and the feet are not standing upright, quite proud.

Meng Liangliang hesitated for a few seconds, and with the belief that there was no loss in asking, she stepped forward and lowered her voice and said tentatively: "What about cultivation?"

The other party cast a disdainful glance at her, "What nonsense, your family will cultivate?"

With that, the other party leaned forward, turned his head and went to the other side of the courtyard.

Is it embarrassing to be embarrassed in front of a psychopath?

Experiments have proved that it will not.

Meng Liangliang stared at the grass under his feet with ease. She didn't waste any more time thinking about it, and after looking left and right, she quickly lay down on the grass and rolled a few times quickly.

Nothing happened.

Meng Liangliang spread out his limbs, posed himself into a "big" character, looked at the moon and stars above the dome, and was suddenly swallowed up by a sense of absurdity.

Sentimentality is such a thing, Meng Liangliang is not good at it. The sense of absurdity didn't lead to other thoughts, not even for long.

The night cicadas chirp and the breeze is gentle.

This night made Meng Liangliang deeply enjoyed. She rarely had the opportunity to enjoy the time, so she simply relaxed at this moment, closed her eyes slightly, emptied her brain and didn't think about anything, just concentrating on enjoying the breeze and moonlight.

Vaguely, she felt a subtle force seeping into her body, slow and faint but too she could not ignore it. What kind of power is that, the universe is desolate, all things grow, its vastness is far greater than the vast sky, and its subtlety is more than a flower blooming and a leaf falling......

In a trance, in a trance, in a trance.

Meng Liangliang hurriedly held his breath and concentrated, waiting for a careful perception to confirm, but that feeling disappeared in an instant. No matter how hard she tried to perceive it, she couldn't feel it.

She rolled tentatively - to no avail.

Empty her thoughts and adjust her breathing, this time she rolled a few times very carefully - it was still useless.

When she opened her eyes again, a large face appeared in her field of vision, looking down at her in the opposite direction.

She is familiar with this face, and it is Dr. Huang who recruited her and solved her accommodation problem.

Meng Liangliang hurriedly stood up and smiled at Doctor Huang with a flattering suspicion, "Brother Huang, are you on the night shift today?"

Doctor Huang did not belong to the amiable line, but at this time, he showed an amiable face to Meng Liangliang.

Meng Liangliang wondered if he was rolling and dizzy, and had some kind of delusion. After rubbing his eyes, Meng Liangliang confirmed. The look on this uncle's face is indeed amiable, and it makes people want to talk about life and ideals at a glance.

Not only did Dr. Huang's expression change, but even his voice changed, revealing such a gentle and seductive feeling, "Xiao Meng, do you sometimes feel that you are actually a ball in a trance?"