Once the tribulation is successful and becomes an immortal, Seocho will naturally return to Mount Tai.

But hearing Mu Yirong's inquiry, she couldn't help but hesitate, and after thinking for a while, she asked Mu Yirong: "If I let you go to live in the mountains with me, are you willing?"

How to live in the mountains, hunt every day, and drink blood?

Mu Yirong had never seriously thought about this problem, he tried to imagine it, but no matter what, he couldn't compose a picture in his heart.

So he stared at Seocho with both eyes and said with a serious expression, "I hope you can stay by my side all the time." ”

Staying in the world, Ruicao never thought that even if she is now very suitable for the life of going to Dali Temple every day to investigate cases, but this is only for the sake of entering the world to practice, and it has nothing to do with her own will to stay.

If she was given a choice, she would naturally choose to return to the Dongtian Xuanfu in the fairyland of Mount Tai, and live an otherworldly life of traveling around the world and Kyushu, having no desires and desires, and devoting herself to the Tao.

It is not a wise choice to stay in the smoky miasma and the mundane world with all the sorrows.

"If I insist that you follow me back to the mountains, what will you choose?"

Mu Yirong, who heard what Seocho said, hesitated for a moment and replied: "When you go to work, don't talk about personal matters!"

Ruicao, who glanced at Mu Yirong deeply, said in a calm tone: "I know your answer." ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the room.

Mu Yirong hurriedly followed, looking at Ruicao's face: "Are you angry?"

"When you go to work, don't talk about personal matters. ”

Seocho returned what Mu Yirong had said to him intact, and walked into the room quickly.

The house is on the east side of Renzihao, which also sits on the north side and faces south, and the gate and the only window are on the south side.

Although it was early in the morning, the sun was not sufficient, only the light at the door, and the corners were still very dark.

The stove that had been extinguished was on the east side directly opposite the window, and on the west side opposite the open door, it was a place where firewood was stored, and a lot of dry wood was piled up. On the wall near the ventilated doorway, there were skewers of black bacon.

In front of the stove, directly below the window, there is a simple wooden table with a cutting board and kitchen knives, some spice jars, and a variety of pots and pans.

The water tank for storing clean water is outside, and a canopy is set up on it, so you have to go outside the house to get water.

Seocho quickly looked at the room, and then Mu Yirong, who walked in, reached out and pulled the sleeve of Seocho's coat, who was engrossed: "You know, I have my parents and grandmother to take care of, and Dali Temple, I can't ......"

Suddenly, Ruicao, who stretched out his fingers, blocked Mu Yirong's mouth and stopped him from continuing.

Mu Yirong immediately raised his hand, grabbed Seocho's hand, and said softly: "Let's discuss these things later." We ......"

Seocho shook off Mu Yirong's hand, gave him a roll of the eyes, and stretched out his finger to point to the ground in front of the stove in the gang's room.

The examination room will only be used at this time when Enke starts the exam, and the candidates are responsible for three meals a day in the examination room, and the cook who has just made breakfast is tired and goes to rest, and the deep inside of the stove pit is close to the faint sporadic sparks, as if the stove fire has not been extinguished.

Mu Yirong looked in the direction of Seocho's finger, and saw that in front of the firewood pile, near the stove, there was a very obvious pool of blood, and he hurriedly stepped forward and squatted down to check.

There was something strange about the blood stains on the ground, and the blood stains that were clinging to the ground had dried up and turned into a black-purple color. But on top of this layer of dried blood, there is also a layer of viscous blood that seems to have just coagulated for a short time.

After the examination room of the Gongyuan Academy opened, for the sake of Tujili, it was absolutely not allowed to kill inside, and there was blood in the room, which was too abnormal.

Mu Yirong, who reached out and stained some sticky blood, sent his finger to Seocho's nose: "Sniff it and see if it's human blood or animal blood?"

Ruicao, who was very dissatisfied, opened her mouth and made a gesture to bite Mu Yirong's finger, which frightened Mu Yirong and hurriedly retracted her finger.

"Do you think I'm a dog, where can I smell human blood or animal blood!"

"Don't demons have this ability?"

Mu Yirong opened his mouth a little unconvinced, and Seocho asked Mu Yirong angrily, was he deliberately angry with her?

Mu Yirong, who had a serious expression, said that he was not teasing Seocho, but really thought that Seocho could distinguish what animal or human blood was by the smell of blood.

Seocho, who was speechless, didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Sure enough, humans are a group of creatures whose brains don't know what they're thinking, and who always behave in a confused way, and it's hard to figure out!

As usual, the two cooks in charge of the room were also summoned for questioning.

The two cooks, who looked like water tanks, yawned and asked in thicker voices than men, who was hungry and wanted to eat?

Listening to the accent, these two cooks should be from Yanzhou, Henan Province, with a unique heroic taste.

Hearing the inquiry, Seocho immediately raised her hand and asked if she could order?

The chef who is slightly tall and has a slightly fat figure is called Aunt Hao's fat cook. Her eyes, one large and one small, were very serious, like the difference between an apricot and an almond.

After hearing Seocho's inquiry, she wiped her oil-stained hand on the apron and said impatiently: "This is not a restaurant, what kind of food to order." What to do and what to eat, where did you get so many requests!"

Aunt Ding, another fat cook with a short chin, smiled, saying that Gongyuan sends fixed ingredients every day to make fixed food, and if you want to eat something else, you can only go outside.

"Then you ask me what to eat and what to do?"

The dissatisfied Seocho muttered in a low voice, and seeing that Mu Yirong, who was off topic, hurriedly reached out and grabbed the back of Seocho's neck, and forcefully pulled aside Seocho, who forgot about business when he heard about eating.

Mu Yirong, who looked at the ground, stretched out his hand and pointed to the blood stains on the ground and asked, "What's going on?"

"Kill the pigs. ”

Aunt Hao, the fat cook, replied disapprerovingly, and Mu Yirong frowned slightly: "During the Enke exam, killing is prohibited in the examination room, don't you know?"

Aunt Hao, who had a bit of a temper, put her hand on her waist: "Who said that we killed after the start of the Enke exam." This is the pig killed when Confucius was sacrificed before the exam. ”

Enke sacrifices, to sacrifice to Confucius, pray for the success of Enke's exam, and pray that the students with the title of this year's gold list will all have real talents and learning, and can come to become the pillars of the country in the future.

The sacrifice in the examination room of the Gongyuan was close to the killing of pigs in the room of the examination room, and this matter was quickly confirmed by the examiner of the Gongyuan and others.

Looking at Mu Yirong, who was stained with blood on the floor of the house, she asked Seocho in a low voice again, she was sure that she couldn't tell whether the blood on the ground was human blood or pig blood?