Among the five paranoid male protagonists, who do you want me to choose?

Seeing that both of them had different degrees of reaction, they must have heard it, so Song Yulan continued to speak slowly.

"So don't mess with the bugs near the Qingcheng Sect. They might be left behind by those Gu cultivators. Eating them randomly is bad for your health."

The leaves cast a small shadow on the mask. Yu Zhao turned his head to look at Leng Quanyi. The girl's skin was very white and tender, as if she had never been exposed to the sun. Her black hair swayed slightly, making her skin look like warm jade. She was as beautiful as an exquisite porcelain doll.

His amber eyes were calm, he was just chewing his food like a capybara.

"Wash it before eating and it will be clean." Yu Zhao took the insect from her hand, squatted down in the pond, washed it, and then handed it to her.

Song Yulan held his forehead and said, "Oh, I didn't hear it at all. Pica is a disease that can easily cause stomach upset. When I was a child, many of my junior brothers and sisters ate indiscriminately and had diarrhea every night, and they couldn't sleep well."

"It's not a question of whether to wash it or not, do you understand me?"

"Oh oh." Yu Zhao looked at her seriously, "Shall I fry it? It will taste better this way."

Song Yulan, who didn't follow the train of thought: "..."

The atmosphere was awkward.

The person involved, Reizumi Yi, stepped forward and lowered her voice, unable to detect any extraneous emotion. "I just like to eat it raw."

This was all his mother fed him.

Song Yulan glanced around and made sure there were no extra people around before pulling the two of them into a corner for a meeting, his expression solemn.

"You two little idiots, do you know how terrifying Gu cultivators are? I once saw a cultivator possessed by a Gu insect when I was on a sect mission."

"When they died, their entire spine was hollowed out, and the skin was filled with densely packed black bugs. The slightest touch sent the bugs crawling everywhere, pus oozing all over the floor, and people fled in all directions. It was terrifying!"

Yu Zhao was slightly stunned. She didn't know much about Gu cultivation, so this was a bit scary.

"Listen to my advice, Senior Sister. Go to the Alchemy Pavilion and find a Senior Sister who practices Danxiu for a thorough checkup." Song Yulan winked and directly handed the two of them a piece of wood. "Report my name, Senior Sister Song, and you can get a 20% discount!"

This senior sister came and left in a hurry. Before Yu Zhao could refuse, she had already disappeared from his sight.

I always feel like I'm being tricked.

"How about..." Yu Zhao looked at her with a questioning look, twisting the small piece of wood in his fingers, "Shall we go and take a look?"

Rei Quanyi actually wanted to say no, but it seemed that she couldn't refuse her words. After a moment of silence, she agreed.

Passing through pavilions and waterside terraces, the two asked as they walked, and finally arrived at a dilapidated wooden house. The steps were covered with dense moss, and even the plaque with the words "Dan Pavilion" had a few sparse weeds growing on it.

The surroundings were filled with an eerie aura, and screams could be heard from time to time.

It was so desolate that I thought I had entered a mass grave.

Yu Zhao thought he had come to the wrong place, but just now a disciple hurriedly ran out from inside.

The Dan Pavilion was built in a corner of the Qingcheng Sect. Why was such an important place so remote? This was due to the fact that the Dan Pavilion's business was not good in the early years. There were not many people injured during missions, and the elixirs brought by the disciples could quickly heal them. Over time, no one came to patronize it.

So some smart people came up with evil ideas and specifically challenged the disciples in the sect.

There are quite a few sword cultivators and physical cultivators in the Qingcheng Sect, but alchemy cultivators are a rare species. In order to avoid being criticized and accused of winning unfairly, they decided that the sword cultivators would fight with their bare hands and not use magic swords.

A strong physical cultivator can fight with only one hand. If his feet move even a little, he will be considered a failure.

But the final result was shocking. More than a dozen sword cultivators and physical cultivators in the sect were defeated by a technique called "Bone-Splitting Hand". They collapsed to the ground and had no power to fight back.

After they had been bedridden for several days with no signs of recovery, the Dan Pavilion's alchemists became famous, looking for fights everywhere, offering a one-stop service of beating first and then treating, making a fortune. Even the Pavilion Master, who had been in seclusion for many years, came out to join in the fun.

After such a huge misunderstanding, the sect leader felt dizzy and could not see the future of the sect at all. Unexpectedly, the most trusted, reliable and peaceful alchemy practitioner turned out to be the best at making trouble?

Eventually, Dan Pavilion was stripped of its right to reside in the central area of ​​Qingcheng Sect and was driven to such a remote place, where it had to depend on the Law Enforcement Hall next door, which loved to torture and enforce tyranny.

But Dan Ge’s stubborn nature did not change, and it began to change its strategy and find other ways to make money.

Instead, he asked other disciples to help promote Dan Pavilion, using small pieces of wood as proof. Each disciple was charged twenty spirit stones, and the bill would be paid immediately upon arrival, regardless of whether they made any purchases.

But Yu Zhao and Leng Quanyi, who were standing at the door of Dan Pavilion, were still unaware of all this.

There was an extinguished fire next to the entrance of Dan Pavilion, and white smoke was floating towards the sky. With a slight movement of his nose, Yu Zhao keenly smelled the smell of roasted chicken, but it was burnt.

"No, Pavilion Master! Do I really not get any at all?" A mournful cry echoed from inside the door, like a resentful woman from the deep palace who had just been released. "Then what did it matter that I used to get up early and stay up late just to keep an eye on those few reed chickens in the back mountain?"

But then the other person replied indifferently, "Oh."

"You're up early."

"You burnt the good chicken, and the taste is greatly reduced. I'm lucky I didn't peel your ass."

As they were speaking, the door was shattered into pieces by a shock wave, and a figure flew out and fell in front of the two of them.

The slippery moss stuck to the corners of his clothes, which had been washed white. The elegant young man didn't notice that there was someone next to him. He rolled to his feet and slammed the door with all his might.

"Pavilion Master! You are cold-blooded, heartless, and unreasonable!"