You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

It's not yet dawn.

At this time, the soldiers' resting place on the cliff had been broken by shouts one after another.

Some people are almost choked by their own vomit in their dreams, while others are like an out-of-control fountain, with vomit splashing everywhere.

The resting soldiers were awakened one after another. An indescribable mist filled the volcano, penetrating every hole.

Many people have become numb from vomiting, their bile has almost been exhausted, their faces are sallow, and they seem to have been drained of their vitality.

Some soldiers were shocked to find that even the ants on the ground were vomiting, not to mention the horses, which had already kicked up their feet.

Yu Qingxi was no exception. She vomited several times and her face was pale. Looking at the miserable appearance of everyone, she decisively ordered the soldiers to wear face scarves that could block the miasma. Only then did the situation ease a little.

She then ordered an investigation into the cause of the accident, but found nothing.

As the sky slightly brightened, a strange scene appeared inside the volcano. The entire volcano was shrouded in a red mist, and the light that passed through the mist also turned red, which was extremely strange.

Everyone was terrified, thinking someone had poisoned them, and hurriedly asked a military doctor to check everyone's health, but nothing abnormal was found.

In desperation, everyone could only wave their big fans to try to disperse the red mist.

It was not until near noon that the fog gradually dissipated, revealing the long-lost blue sky.

The soldiers then breathed a sigh of relief and their tense nerves relaxed a little.

Changqing practiced until noon. He had consumed a lot of spiritual energy last night, so he just finished practicing.

When he walked out of the cave, he was surprised to find that all the soldiers had sallow faces and were listless, even Yu Qingxi was not spared.

He couldn't help but sigh that the soldiers' bodies had been pushed to the limit in preparation for war, and their nutrition was clearly not enough.

Thinking of this, he decided not to fall behind, so he started practicing sword.

Two hours later, Chang Qing finished practicing sword skills and looked at the listless soldiers in the distance. A strong sense of responsibility surged in his heart.

He thought of hunting some game to reward his soldiers.

So, he said hello to Yu Qingxi and disappeared into the forest. When night fell, Chang Qing returned to the volcano with a cart full of wild boars.

These wild boars weighed two thousand pounds, and Chang Qing asked the cook to clean the meat and internal organs. Then, he changed into clean clothes and prepared to cook the braised pork himself.

When Yu Qingxi was collecting information, he heard that Chang Qing personally cooked for the soldiers, and his heart couldn't help but ripple.

She thought to herself: "Such a cold-blooded person would actually cook for the soldiers. I thought that in his world, except for himself, everyone else is a tool!"

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile. Her fear of Chang Qing these days made her feel a little breathless.

However, at this moment, she felt that Changqing seemed to have a gentle side.

This discovery relieved the pressure in her heart, as if she had found a flaw in Changqing.

Changqing was busy in the kitchen, and soon the braised pork and pork soup were ready.

He used up all the ingredients and looked at the large pots in front of him, feeling a little complacent.

He thought: "It seems that even if I don't practice Taoism, I can still support myself in this world."

At dinner, the soldier looked at the bowl of red braised pork, rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Is it New Year's Eve?"

He was slapped again and said, "Eat quickly, or you won't get any."

The soldier tentatively took a piece, and it melted in his mouth. The mellow and fragrant meat warmed everyone's heart, and the shadow of last night was also faded.

In front of Yu Qingxi there was also a serving of braised pork and a bowl of pork soup. He picked up a serving of braised pork and put it into his mouth. His eyes suddenly lit up. He did not say anything. At this moment, the braised pork was the only thing in his eyes.

While eating, I thought: "Anyone who can make such delicious food must be a gentle person. Maybe I did misjudge him before."

Seeing everyone eating enthusiastically, Changqing ate a little and then returned to the cave to continue studying the aerosol.

This time he learned his lesson and opened the door and windows wide.

The soldiers were eating and chatting, and no one noticed this side.

However, the good times did not last long. Half an hour later, the soldiers finished their dinner and most of them chatted around the campfire, rubbing their bellies and burping.

Suddenly, a soldier stood up, stretched, took a deep breath and said, "Master Zhang is very powerful in martial arts, but I didn't expect that his cooking skills are also so good. I can still feel the sweetness in the air..."

Before he could finish his words, he vomited out his dinner.

The soldier next to him teased, "Can you do it? With your body, it would be a waste if you eat too much!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the soldier also started vomiting.

Everyone suddenly felt something was wrong and prayed that it was not what they imagined.

But the reality is cruel, and soon a sweet smell wafted into the nose.

In just a quarter of an hour, everyone in the camp was in trouble.

Yu Qingxi felt a little sad about the wasted delicious food, and listening to the shouting and cursing outside, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Many people began to look for the culprit of this disaster.

After a while, the soldier with a sharp nose followed the smell in the fog and found Changqing's cave.

They stopped and said in doubt: "This... is where Grandmaster Zhang lives. The smell comes from here!"

Everyone was talking about it, and someone suggested knocking on the door to ask, but someone immediately retorted:

"Who will go? Although Grandmaster Zhang is not very old, he is a great martial master. If he offends us, we will suffer the consequences!"

Someone objected, and everyone agreed. For a moment, no one stepped forward.

At this time, Changqing was in a deep cave, holding seven goat intestines filled with mist in his hands.

After repeated attempts, his skill in catalyzing the aerosol became more and more sophisticated, and he only wasted a small half bowl of materials. His manipulation of spiritual energy also became more handy without him realizing it.

He stretched and was about to use his spiritual energy to blow the escaping mist out of the cave. However, at this moment, he keenly sensed that a group of people were walking towards him.

Listening to the discussions outside, Chang Qing couldn't help but think:

"Oh no! I actually forgot the characteristics of this mist! No wonder everyone looks so listless today, it turns out they are all harmed by this mist."

Thinking of this, Chang Qing couldn't help but smile bitterly, and for a moment he didn't know how to resolve the embarrassing situation.

As the crowd approached, Yu Qingxi's voice, which was slightly angry, was clearly heard by Changqing: "Mr. Zhang, are you free? I have something to ask you." There was dissatisfaction and doubt in his words.

Chang Qing knew that he had to give a reasonable explanation at this moment, otherwise it would be difficult to calm everyone's anger.

So he took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and walked out of the cave.

Facing the resentful looks from everyone, he looked embarrassed and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry, I can explain."

Seeing everyone gradually quiet down, Chang Qing breathed a sigh of relief. He showed the goat intestine-wrapped raccoon bloodworm mist in his hand to everyone, and then continued:

"This thing is made from the blood of the raccoon worms that I asked you to collect. After calcination, it can turn the smoke red and will not dissipate for a long time.

What you smelled before was the concentrated version of the unburned mist, which can make people vomit unconsciously and is considered a kind of poisonous smoke. The reason why I did this is because it will be of great use later. The princess also knows this. "

After listening to Chang Qing's explanation, Yu Qingxi still had doubts in her heart, but she was also moved by his honesty. She asked curiously: "Mr. Zhang, can you demonstrate the effect of this mist on the spot?"

Changqing nodded, took out a sheep intestine from his hand and threw it into the campfire without hesitation.

In an instant, the goat intestines were burned in the flames, and the mist inside quickly merged into the smoke. Red smoke billowed and soared into the sky. Under the reflection of the fire, the entire space turned magenta, bright red like blood.

After a while, the visibility in this huge volcano became extremely low, and the previously concentrated sweet and fishy smell was now diluted into a faint smell of blood.

Everyone was amazed at the magical effect of the mist, and their dissatisfaction and anger also dissipated.

Upon seeing this, Yu Qingxi asked everyone to disperse, and arranged for people to build a hut outside the volcano and "invite" Changqing out.