Chapter Seventy-Nine: Big Bone Soup

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In an hour's time, he checked all the places within a radius of two hundred miles, but he didn't find the slightest trace of the woman that the blood-clothed ancestor had said.

Teleportation Array.

He knows this thing, it is a simple non-fixed point teleportation array, composed of several teleportation charms, and it is very convenient to carry around.

Simple things, of course, the effect will be reduced, compared to the teleportation distance of thousands of miles in the real teleportation array, the distance that this teleportation array can teleport is really not enough.

The old man in Ge Yi sat cross-legged on the enlarged gourd, floating above the mountain forest, thinking motionlessly.

Could it be that the woman's teleportation talisman array was an enhanced version, exceeding the teleportation distance of one or two hundred miles?

Or is her situation not as the flower boy said, but still has a lot of mana, and after teleporting away, she escaped?

The old man shook his head gently,

"No, the flower boy shouldn't be wrong about this, and besides, she was also poisoned by the seven-step love flower snake, even if she has mana, she can't use it.

Judging from the level of wealth she had when she made her previous move, it was still the first guess that was more likely.

It should be the teleportation rune array she used, which is much stronger than ordinary power.

It looks like we're going to have to expand the scope of our search!

I want to see where this girl doll of yours is......

Nine-leaf Symphyllum isn't that easy to take......!"

After figuring out the matter, the old man in Ge Yi showed a smile on his face, patted the gourd under him, and flew towards the periphery.

A powerful divine sense slowly swept through the mountains and forests below.

"My God, last night there was a strong wind and torrential rain, and it caused fires in many places, and I don't know how many traces of the woman remain.

This search should be more attentive to the upper points. ”

Seeing the stumps and fallen leaves of the mountains and forests, and the traces of the raging fire, the old man in Ge Yi couldn't help but curse God in his heart.

After improving his concentration in his heart, he released some of his consciousness outward, and while flying over the mountains and forests, he paid close attention to the situation below.

If you follow his search route for a long time, you can find that he is advancing in a large circle in the air, circle by circle.

This is the only way to ensure that nothing is missed.

Time is a strange thing, the same twelve hours, but some people feel that it is not enough, and some people feel that it is not enough.

For example, Mo Qing, who was hungry, felt that time passed very slowly.

Boiling bone broth is a time-consuming thing, especially boiling the bones of first-order spirit beasts. Even if Mo Qing used a fireball technique that was much hotter than ordinary flames, it was still like this.

Another half hour passed, and the soup was boiled to fruition.

The white soup kept tumbling under the flames, and a blister kept appearing with the sound of 'cooing', and then burst rapidly.

A unique aroma of broth fills the cave.

It's really just full of stone caves, because the entrance of the cave has been sealed by him with a faint light curtain, and no smell can be transmitted at all.

Fu Jiang seemed to know that this was a good thing, and he didn't even nibble on his favorite medicinal herbs, squatting on Mo Qing's shoulder, looking at the steaming cauldron with a flat little nose, and sniffing hard.

Seeing it like this, Mo Qing couldn't help but smile.

Use a spoon to remove a bone full of meat from the pot and place it in a clay pot.

As a result, before he could greet him, Fu Jiang jumped down, but the bones that had just been fished out were too hot to put his mouth down, and he was in a hurry.

Looking back at the woman in white sitting on the mattress, without the slightest sign of waking up, Mo Qing sighed in her heart.

Why don't you wake up yet!

My stomach was already hungry, and I protested for a long time.

But this woman is not awake, and he is not easy to eat, after all, this soup is specially boiled by Mo Qing because she is there.

How can there be a reason why a guest has not woken up, and he is the host who eats.

No, no matter, I'm so hungry that I can't just watch the food and starve myself to death.

Besides, she doesn't seem to be a guest either.

After waiting for a while, seeing that the woman in white still showed no signs of waking up, Mo Qing took her hand back from under the pot.

I got some dry wood from the side and put it under the pot, and a fireball was thrown there, and it immediately burst into flames.

Standing up from the ground, pouring out some water to clean his hands, Mo Qing took off the basin that was buckled on it, revealing a large ball of awakened noodles.

Kneaded the noodles a few more times, and as soon as he used force, the whole dough reached Mo Qing's hands.

The clay pot was clean and clean, and there was no flour at all.

Put the noodles back into the basin, Mo Qing casually pulled a small ball of noodles from it, and after doughing the noodles in his hand twice, he pulled them into dough cakes in three or two clicks, and then threw them into a steaming soup pot with white flowers.

Mo Qing's movements were fast, and in the blink of an eye, he threw four or five torn noodles into it.

I didn't care to see the long noodles floating in the soup pot, turned around, picked up the large and small gourds around me, quickly poured some various seasonings into the bowl the size of a human head, and grabbed a handful of wild vegetables from the top of the case and threw them into the pot.

After the wild vegetables were churned in the pot twice, Mo Qing picked up the spoon and fished the vegetables and noodles into a large bowl with seasonings.

I put two spoonfuls of bone broth with white flowers in it, and sprinkled a handful of chopped chives, which was full of aroma.

The white flower noodles, the white flower soup, with the green chives and green vegetables, plus some red chili oil, the people who watch it are appetizing.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Qing showed a satisfied expression, picked up a pair of chopsticks from the table, stirred it, and was about to pick up a pair of chopsticks and noodles and stuff them in his mouth.

As a result, at this moment, the large bowl full of noodles disappeared as soon as his hand was light, leaving only Mo Qing with a pair of chopsticks in his hand, maintaining the posture of sending food to his mouth.

After a few moments, he turned his head away.

The woman in white, who was still sitting there just now to heal her wounds, had gotten up at some point, and was squatting on the side at this time, holding a big old bowl, burying her head in dealing with the noodles inside, without even raising her head.

Mo Qing smiled helplessly, put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the basin on the table, and then lowered the pot.

The noodles were soon ready again, and there were no bowls, so Mo Qing had to put the basin to use.

Holding half a basin of noodles, Mo Qing walked towards the back of the cave.

Then he squatted next to the woman in white, glanced at the woman in white who was eating the noodles in the big old bowl with relish, and concentrated on dealing with the noodles in the basin.

He hadn't eaten for so long, but he was starving.

It may be because of the mood, or it may be because it is a first-order spirit beast that is used to boil the soup this time, anyway, this time the noodles are extremely delicious.

While praising his craftsmanship in his heart, he buried his head in the basin and ate it oblivious.

After eating for a while, Mo Qing raised his head, and just as he wanted to catch his breath, he saw a large black bowl in front of him.

Looking at this posture, it is estimated that it has been a while.

Looking at the empty bowl, looking at the breezy expression of the woman in white, Mo Qing closed her mouth very familiarly.

After revealing the expression that a great hero should have, he put down the basin in his hand, took the big bowl in front of him, and walked towards the pot.

After seeing Mo Qing's movements, a faint smile appeared on the woman in white.

The fire underneath the pot has been extinguished, and only the fiery red charcoal is emitting heat there.

The soup in the pot is intermittently turning bubbles upward, and the bursting of each bubble will bring out a good taste.

It's okay to keep the soup from cold in this way, but it's not okay to do it below, it won't be cooked.

Putting down the bowl in his hand, Mo Qing was just about to bend down to pick up a few broken dead branches and put them inside, but found that a white hand had already picked up a dead branch and put it on the red coals under the pot.

The hand was white, and through the almost transparent layer of skin, you could see the blue veins under the skin.

The woman just squatted on the ground and carefully put firewood under the iron pot.

It was evident from her rusty movements that she hadn't done any of these things before.

It seems that she thinks this kind of thing is very interesting, she keeps putting the firewood under the pot, because she is concentrated, so her eyes will not glance at Mo Qing, who is close at hand.

Seeing that someone was doing things, Mo Qing didn't care.

After washing my hands with water, I put some of the spices in the gourd into the bowl one by one, and there were some wild vegetables, but there were not many chives, but fortunately, there were still in the storage bag.

Take a handful of selected green onions from it, wash them in a basin of water, put them on the table, and quickly cut them into small pieces.

He put down the knife and pulled a ball of noodles from the basin, not rushing to tear them into noodles because the fire had not yet ignited.

At this time, it doesn't work.

Streams of green smoke rose from under the pot, but the firewood was gone, just a strong smoke.

The woman in white didn't know what to do, so after a pause, she continued to add firewood below.

As a result, the smoke grew louder and louder, and no fire came up.

The woman in white wanted to ask Mo Qing what to do, but when she looked up, she saw that the man with two swollen mouths was looking at her with a smile, which made her a little annoyed.

When you are annoyed, you will naturally do something annoying, such as mustering up your strength and blowing hard under the pot......