The old man in white hugged the lamb and Yang Qi while chatting casually. Unconsciously, I came to a small stream, the water of which was extremely clear, and from time to time there were three or five brocade scales swimming by. The old man looked at the sky, nodded inexplicably, and said:

"Here it is. ”

He put the lamb on the ground, picked up three slightly larger pebbles, arranged them in a zigzag, and looked up at Yang Qi. Yang Qi was puzzled and looked back at him stupidly. The old man pointed to the little sheep and said:

"Why don't you deal with this little lamb?"

Now Yang Qi panicked, the old man really wanted to make dinner with this cute lamb!

"Why do you want to eat such a cute lamb? Eat something else?"

"Haha, if you don't eat, it's okay, just go and help me pick up some dry firewood. ”

Yang Qi knew that such an old monster who had lived for tens of millions of years was very stubborn, and he couldn't persuade him, so he had to shake his head and go to the flowers and trees to pick up firewood. He grew up in Longmen Beishan, Jiangzhou since he was a child, these chores are so difficult that he can't be overwhelmed, on the way back and forth, he saw some walnut-sized red berries in this garden, so he picked a lot, anyway, he has the dragon tendon treasure towel given by Uncle Monkey, what can't be fitted?

Back to the stream, Yang Qi put the firewood down, took out some berries, and said to the old man:

"Sir, forgive me, and on the way back I saw some wild berries, so I picked some of them. In fact, eating some wild fruits and drinking some spring water will have a different flavor. ”

The old man had already brutally killed the lamb and skinned and deboned it. He knew how to cover up the "crime", so he dug a pit on the spot with his hands, buried the lamb's fur and washed his hands. Who knew that this kind old man had just mutilated a living being?

The old man looked at the berries that Yang Qi had placed on the rocky bank of the stream, glared at him and said:

"Wild berries! except for my mirage. Where will there be a 10,000-year-old ambergris drunken fruit? How many fruits have you picked from me?"

As soon as he said this, Yang Qi seemed to feel that the vine that had just picked the berries was hovering ruggedly on the trees next to him. It really looked like a dragon, and he picked those ripe ones, and he didn't touch the green and hard fruits. On the way back, I tasted a few of them, and I didn't feel anything unusual except that the taste was sweet and sour, and the fruity aroma was tangy, so I felt that the old man was teasing him, so I replied:

"There is more fruit on the vine, I thought the mutton was fishy. Therefore, I picked berries and changed the taste with Mr., who knew that it would damage your treasure, and I asked Mr. for forgiveness. ”

"Even if you kid can talk, I'll spare you this time. The fruit is yours to pick, and it is also your fate, so enjoy it yourself. I'm going to have mutton soup for dinner. ”

Yang Qi smiled:

"Without a pot, how can Mr. cook soup?"

"Yes, a fool can't drink mutton soup without a pot. ”

Yang Qi wondered:

"Who can't cook mutton soup without a pot, why are you just a fool?"

I saw that the old man waved his hand casually. The three-foot iron pot was firmly resting on the three stones, and the old man pointed at it, and a stream of clear water automatically poured into the pot, and with another finger, the firewood under the pot ignited. Hi. I have long forgotten that this old man is a god, and he is really a fool.

The old man put the lamb that had already been cut in cold water and passed a tea time. Pour out the blood. Yang Qi has nothing to do and wants to help. The old man said:

"This mutton soup is also quite difficult to cook, just talk to me. ”

This time he conjured up again. Water was redrawn from the stream and poured into the iron pot. I found three or five wild onions from the grass by the stream, threw out one or two pieces of wild ginger in the soil, washed them in the stream water, cut them into green onion segments with a knife and put them in the pot, and said to Yang Qi, who was stunned:

"Hurry up and add firewood and bring the water to a boil!"

Yang Qi hurriedly added a few sticks of firewood to the pot, and took advantage of the boiling water to ask:

"Sir, you just have to give me a command, and someone will do it. Or just cast a few spells and you can boil the water, why bother so much?"

"Hehe, if you only know how to rely on others or external forces to eat, if you lose those one day, won't you starve to death?"

Yang Qi nodded, as if he had realized. The old man saw that he was pondering, nodded, and secretly agreed, the water would not be able to open for a while, so he chatted with him. The old man said:

"Yang Qi, since you are a Confucian child, you must have read poetry and books. Do you ever know about the world cooking wine and talking about heroes?"

"But in the late Han Dynasty, Cao Mengde and Liu Xuande's elegant affairs? Qingmei cooking wine on heroes has been widely circulated, and Yang Qi knows it. Among them, Cao Mengde said, "The husband is a hero, with great ambitions, a good plan in his belly, a chance to contain the universe, and a person with the ambition to swallow heaven and earth". ”

The old man nodded and said:

"Then Cao Cao is indeed a big husband, now that we are cooking mutton soup, why don't we follow their example and cook sheep as a hero?"

......

Yang Qi laughed and laughed, always feeling that something was wrong, but he was idle and had nothing to do, and it was good to talk nonsense to pass the time. On the interface:

"I can't imagine that mortals can also enter the eyes of Mr. You, it's just that Yang Qi is young and ignorant and short-sighted, if he says something inappropriate, it will ruin Mr.'s interest. ”

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, you are also a cultivator in the late Yuan Infant period, and you will naturally take the road of cultivation in the future, let's talk about the Three Realms Immortal Buddha Demon Venerable, those are considered heroes. ”

"In this way, Yang Qi commented on one or two in vain, and I hope that Mr. will give me more advice. Since it is called Xiong, it is natural to be dominant, the Jade Emperor of the Nine Heavens Heavenly Realm, ruling the Three Realms and ruling the Heavenly Gang, is naturally a hero, no, Xianxiong, Shenxiong. ”

The old man snorted coldly and said:

"He's not here, what kind of sycophants are you still shooting? No, bear fart? Since you have blown him so badly, why did a monkey make him miserable, and he had to let the little monk in the West help him lower the monkey? No, no, no. ”

Obediently, call Xitian Rulai a little monk, this old man is really angry. However, when he mentioned the Buddha, Yang Qi felt that he was really a character, Uncle Monkey's ability Yang Qi knew, although he was deceived by the monk with a circle, but this is also a skill, knowledge is power. Yang Qi said:

"Sir, do you mean the little monk in the West? It is said that he has boundless Buddhism, vast magical powers, and countless disciples, so he should be a hero. ”

If everyone in the world eats fasting and recites scriptures with him, and only knows the fate of the gods, I am afraid that it will not be long before the world returns to the barbaric period of drinking blood, and you and I are like sheep in a pot, gnawing grass and becoming a Chinese meal in the belly of a tiger and wolf. Fool the people, hold back, and don't be a hero. ”

"What Mr. said is reasonable, but the gods and Buddhas of the heavens should push the Jade Emperor Buddha, and now they are all difficult to enter your eyes, I am afraid that there will be the great demon king of the demon world left, it is said that the real demon world has been reorganized by him, and the whole and bottom are determined to counterattack the immortal clan and regain the Taoist system of the world, he should be regarded as a hero, right?"

"Huangkou Xiaoer's infatuation is just a shameful laugh. The demon lord under his command was married to someone, he was deceitful, he was bullied, he couldn't form an army, and he was called a big demon king, he was as stupid as his old man!"

Yang Qi broke out in a cold sweat, this old man really knows a lot. Hey, Demon Venerable Wei Qinghua and himself are just about to marry, the old wolf was plucked by himself, and he still calls himself a brother, and the Demon Beast Netherworld Ancestor is still working as a coolie in the Peach Blossom Spring. Now that the old man said this, Yang Qi could only laugh and say:

"This Immortal Emperor, Buddha, and Demon King are difficult to enter Mr.'s eyes, but I'm afraid that there will be no more characters in the Three Realms who can be called heroes. ”

At this time, the water in the pot is boiling, steaming, and the aroma of meat has spread. Yang Qi swallowed his saliva, was seen by the old man, and scolded with a smile:

"Do you want to eat it? Didn't you still call me cruel before? Now you don't sympathize with the lamb?"

"Well, I saw that this little lamb died and had no place to be buried, so it is better to bury it in my womb, and it can be regarded as a good deed. ”

"You little thief has sharp teeth, no wonder you can get so many benefits! This mutton is not ready for fire, get out of here! Don't let your saliva flow into the pot!"

The old man removed the foam from the water surface in the pot, and took out a few porcelain bottles from his arms, which turned out to be some spices such as pepper and coarse salt, and put them in the pot, and the aroma was immediately fragrant. Yang Qi couldn't help but move his index fingers, if it weren't for the old man watching closely, he would have turned into a hungry wolf and ate the half-baked lamb cleanly. The old man glared at him, and asked him to take out some of the firewood from the pot, cook it slowly over low heat, and scolded with a smile:

"You little thief is not like those pedantic nerds, full of hypocrisy and hypocrisy, and secretly doing shady things. Being a human being is like this, eating when you want is in line with nature. ”

Yang Qi looked at a pot of mutton soup, couldn't take his eyes off it, and said:

"Sir, now I think that no hero or immortal is as good as this pot of mutton soup in front of me! Let's put it this way, people say that your mirage is a city of sin, and you, the city lord, are naturally a great villain. I dare to drink the mutton soup cooked by the big villain, then I am a big hero!"

The old man was stunned for a moment and asked:

"That's what the outside says?"

"Yes, if the hero wants to punish the evil and promote the good, and eradicate the evil, you are a ready-made villain, wait for me to eat your mutton, drink your mutton soup, and then beat you, hahahaha, who else will the hero of the world give up on me!"

The old man was not surprised at all, shook his head helplessly, and said:

"You don't believe it if it's ambergris, look at it, let's talk nonsense. You can take a nap and dream of your hero, I'll call you when the mutton is cooked. ”

Waving his sleeves and a Buddha, Yang Qi slowly fell to the ground to make his dream of being a hero to save the beauty, the old man scooped up some soup and tasted it, and said with a smile:

"It's delicious...... Don't say it, the hero of this world, I'm afraid that you are really a stupid boy. ”

The only thing that answered him was the crackling sound of the firewood burning under the pot, the gurgling of mutton soup in the pot, and the snoring of our big hero, all of which seemed so harmonious and intoxicating...... (To be continued......)