Do not disturb the cultivation of immortals

If you take Moji to buy vegetables, you will know that all you bring back are meat.

Tsuneshi also sent a melon, which was brought back to Moji, and Tao Jian mixed it with sugar. Moji sat on the root of the peach tree with a plate of candied melon mixed with sugar. The stool and bed were not fragrant to him.

Every time Tao Ji'an saw the various kinds of ink crawling around, he could only sigh: "Cultivation is good, one spell will clean the clothes."

Tao Ji'an marinated some dishes for wine, mixed with fragrant beef, pork ears in red oil and bean sprouts, and stewed a pot of chicken when it was hot. I like it.

The chicken stew was still cooking on the stove, Tao Ji'an had just finished mixing the appetizers when Immortal Wangu came.

It could be seen that Master Wangu was a bit haggard. Although he was neatly dressed, his face was no longer oily and healthy. However, when he learned that Tao Ji'an had come to visit him, he became emotional.

When Tao Ji'an saw the real person, he really felt sorry for him, but he didn't offer any words of comfort, instead, he said like a family chat, "Are you back? Come to the table for dinner. I brought good wine. Let us drink a few glasses."

Daoist Wangu responded repeatedly, and Tao Ji'an's attitude reminded him of his junior disciples. They were not like his disciples in the valley. Many disciples respected him more than him, but they lacked the relaxed state of relatives.

At the dinner table, the real person was holding ink, eating meat and drinking, listening to Tao Ji'an talk about the situation in the frontier market, and talking about what he saw on the Wugumen Road.

When it comes to the origin of the ink, Master Wangu is very sad.

"The Zhenshou Pavilion sells rare spirit beasts, but kills Jiuyanjiao's mother and children. The inhumanity will reap the rewards."

Ink is holding a stewed soft chicken paw and gnawing on it, his small mouth is full of oil, and a pair of big hanging eyes are staring at Tao Ji'an, just like Feng Yueze, who eats with Tao Ji'an. No response.

Master Wangu looked down at Moji sitting in his arms, and gently covered his fat belly, "Spiritual beasts are different from humans. Although they survived by drinking the blood of the phoenix, they only saved their lives. Think about it again." Advancement is absolutely impossible."

The old man felt distressed when he saw that Moji was obedient and soft, "I know you have unresolved knots in your hearts, and you may be tired of taking him along the way..."

Tao Ji'an looked at Little Ink, who was full of eyes only for himself, and shook his head, "I didn't want to raise him at first, but he is docile by nature, how much can he hurt us?"

"Hehehe..." Master Wangu smiled reassuringly. Moji in his arms lifted his head to look at him curiously. He and Moji looked at each other, and then said: "He has lost his mother, and he has transformed into another form beside you. I'm close to you, so if you want to raise it, take care of it."

After speaking, he took a cheat book from the Qiankun Ring and handed it to Tao Ji'an.

It was a "Secret Recipe of Yuan Qi (Qi) Pill". Tao Ji'an opened it, and there were many formulas of pills in it. The elixir that the monk dissipates all his cultivation and returns to the starting point.

Seeing Tao Ji'an staring at the page of the Rebirth Pill, Master Wangu felt a little bit resentful, "Let you practice the Rebirth Pill, first grow the limbs for the baby, you boy, you will be stupid when you have the power to shine."

"Hey..." Tao Ji'an raised his head and gave a smirk, then hurriedly went to look for the regeneration pill.

Ink wanted to see it too, kicked his legs and slid from the real person's arms to the ground, ran around the round table and threw himself on Tao Ji'an's lap.

Tao Ji'an glanced at him, "Hey, are you literate?"

Mo Zhi held up his little fleshy claws to pat the pages of the book, Tao Ji'an looked at his oily little claws, and clamped them.

Feng Yue listened to the elder's words seriously, but kept paying attention to Tao Ji'an's side, and splashed a spring of clear water to wash the ink on his claws.

Seeing that they were quite attentive, Zhenren smiled and drank another glass of seabuckthorn wine. This fruit wine is not spicy to the throat, does not hurt the stomach, and has a mellow taste with a long aftertaste. He likes it very much.

Killed one hundred and eight people, his younger brother Xu Buji is by no means innocent, Buji never thought of embarrassing his wife's sisters, if Tao Ji'an and Tao Ji'an didn't find out that there was a problem with Xianghong, fortunately, it was resolved in the end Obsession, although condemned to death by God, at least it avoided the same fate as Xue Yu.

A few months have passed, and I don't know what kind of family he has reincarnated in. If there is a chance, I hope he can grasp it and become the number one sword in Kyushu again.

Thinking of this, Master Wangu felt relieved.

"The secret recipe of this pill has been lost for a hundred years, and he still didn't send it to find it. After he practiced Qianyuan Rebirth Pill, he wanted to destroy it, because the ingredients needed for the pill recorded in it were too evil. I feel that it's a pity to come here. I will leave it to you for safekeeping later on.”

Tao Ji'an was kind by nature, and he had seen the power of God's wrath with his own eyes, so he would not do anything harmful to nature.

***

After the meal, Feng Yue sent the drunk real person back to rest, while Tao Ji'an sat at the dinner table and read "Secret Recipe of Yuan Qi Pill".

When Feng Yue came back, Tao Ji'an climbed to the white peach tree with a book in his hand to read the messy dining table.

After Feng Yue finished cleaning up, he stood under the tree and looked up at him, "Do you practice?"

Tao Ji'an rested his elbows on his knees, propped his chin with his palms, and asked puzzledly, "What do you mean by evil nature?"

"Straightforwardness does not mean righteousness, it is evil anyway." Feng Yue put his hands behind his back, answering every question, "You Po is evil."

Tao Ji'an especially liked to listen to Feng Yue's popular science, because he didn't like reading these ancient books, so he raised his arm to hug him, "Then help me find out, which of these medicinal materials are evil?"

Feng Yue smiled, flew to hug him, and sat with him in another place, on the roof.

Leaving ink to sleep on the thin branches of the peach tree by himself.

"Yuan Qi Pill comes from Taiyan Sect, and the alchemy made by Tai Yan Zong can help monks attain Taoism, but the sect was destroyed 300 years ago because of Yuan Qi Pill."

"Yuanqi Pill is a general term for the types of elixirs. These elixirs have a characteristic, regeneration and rebirth. There are three kinds of materials for the world's panacea, Youpo, Ningpo, and Lingpo."

This Lingpo is not a spirit.

"You are pain, Ning is ordinary, and spirit is happiness."

"Yuan Qi Dan needs seclusion, so there is a murder room in the Taiyan Sect, and various cruel persecution methods are used to make the monks die. These monks are thrown into the murder room to spend the seven-day death period, and then condense their spirit. Corpse, you get Hupper."

Tao Ji'an clicked his tongue. These monks are too cruel, aren't they?

"That is to say, if a monk's life is ended by an untimely death, the monk's strong desire to survive and practice Yuan Qi Dan can be regenerated or reborn?"

Feng Yue nodded and took out a porcelain bottle.

Tao Ji'an lowered his head to look through the Qianyuan Rebirth Pill, and after a closer look, there was indeed the word 'Purple' in the medicinal material.

Zaidan doesn't need You Po, because he watched it several times while eating.

"No wonder Tai Yanzong was destroyed, it's so inhumane!" Tao Ji'an sneered, "Then who destroyed Tai Yanzong? Really relieved!"

"The King of Medicine."

"..." Tao Ji'an took a deep breath and stared at Feng Yueze with wide eyes. Did he understand correctly?

Feng Yue also had a serious face, and his voice was deep: "Yaowangzong destroyed Taiyanzong for Tian Xingdao, and replaced Taiyanzong's position in Kyushu, but he made medicine servants with ulterior motives."

Tao Ji'an blinked, and things seemed to be getting more and more complicated...

***

Master Wangu is willing to help Tao Ji'an sell seabuckthorn fruit wine, but his purpose is very interesting, that is to make Tao Ji'an more money and support Jiuyanjiao.

Many immortal families in Kyushu have business contacts with the Wugumen, buying some fruits and vegetables for the outer disciples to help these outer disciples with spiritual roots build their foundations as soon as possible and be promoted to the inner sect.

The mighty monks may not eat, but they will take pills and have a few drinks when they are in a bad mood.

So when I heard that Wugumen sells seabuckthorn fruit wine, I bought some to try it.

So Tao Ji'an temporarily stayed at Wugumen, he was quite relaxed.Fengyue worked harder, transporting wine back and forth between Wugumen and Bianxu.

But it is just to fly to the border market, fill the wine jar into the Qiankun bag, and then fly back.

This day, Feng Yue finally finished his work, and he was in Baitaoyuan during the day, just as he was free, Tao Ji'an came out of the kitchen and handed him an oil pot.

"There's no more soy sauce, go get some."

Feng Yue took it over and asked by the way: "What else do you want?"

"Today the real person is invited to be a guest of Qiaogongge, so you don't come to eat, you just taste it every time, and I don't cook too much, just eat vegetarian stewed noodles, and I don't want any dishes."

Master Wangu likes to drink a little wine, so every day when the real person comes to eat, he will cook some meat dishes with wine. He is tired of eating meat, so today he wants to eat vegetarian.

After Tao Ji'an finished speaking, he went back to the kitchen to make noodles.

Feng Yue held the oil pot, caught a glimpse of Mo Ji climbing the tree, and flew over to pick him up...

As long as there is soy sauce, there is no need to make a trip by yourself. Raising soldiers for thousands of days will eventually be useful.

... Mo Zhi hugged the oil pot, and slowly moved out of Baitaoyuan with a small body, and walked in the direction Feng Yueze pointed. He was familiar with the road. He followed Feng Yueze to buy vegetables every day, but this was the first time he walked by himself .

Feng Yue saw that Mo Zhi's little back was not crooked, so he sat back on the rattan chair and half-lyed to read a book.

After the dough was served, Tao Ji'an came out and saw Feng Yueze was still in the yard, walked over and kicked Feng Yueze's leg, without saying a word.

Feng Yue hurriedly sat up straight, "The ink is gone, there is soy sauce in the bottom of the oil pot, Chang Shi can understand."

Tao Ji'an burst out laughing when he thought of the little guy in Moji going to make soy sauce. This is not a pet, but a son.

After laughing enough, he asked, "Are you sure he knows the way?"

"Take him to buy vegetables every day, how can he not remember the way." Besides, spirit beasts have a keen sense of smell.

Tao Ji'an still flew to the peach tree to look at Tian Dao, and he couldn't see the little ink figure anymore, but it was really interesting to think about it.

"Okay, anyway, I'll be posting on the front for a while, so it's time to practice ink." Tao Ji'an went back and squeezed the wicker chair with Feng Yue, "What are you looking at?"

Feng Yue closed the book and showed him the title.

Then Tao Ji'an read a book with Feng Yue next to him.

But Mo Zhi held the oil pot without looking sideways, walked out of the green field road, and went straight to the dining hall of Wugumen.

The Wugumen hadn't opened for dinner yet, and the yard was full of empty tables and stools, and no one was there, only the kitchen was full of smoke.

He held the oil pot and stood timidly by the door, listening to the master's words, holding the oil pot and shaking it up and down in the air.

But he huddled in a small group by the door, and everyone was chopping vegetables, touching wood for the fire, and shaking the pot with the spoon, no one had the time to pay attention to him.

Ink remained in a dazed and silly posture, holding the oil pot and shaking it a dozen times into the air.

"Where did you get the doll?"

Finally, a vegetable cutter noticed Moji, thinking that he was a child from some disciple's family playing with the oil pot. He had no free hands, so he kindly drove Moji to the yard to play.

"It's time for dinner, go and call your parents back for dinner, it's scorching hot here."

Ink couldn't understand, so he stubbornly shook the oil pot with both hands, his master Feng Yue said, shake the oil pot, if someone takes it and hands it back, he can carry it back.

"Hey? You have to be two or three years old to be able to walk steadily? Why are you a little silly?"

"Not three years old, so little, at most two years old."

Prematurely born little ink, the shape is also a small fleshy ball.

"Yes, let him stay here, and his parents will come to pick up the meal when it's ready."

No one picked up the oil pot for a long time, and the ink-stained eyes were full of water, and the grievance broke.

Everyone in the big kitchen thought that the ink was playing, plus the meal was about to start, and the fields were busy with farming. The brothers must be starving after a tiring day. They had to ensure their food, so they didn't have time to study this silly little doll.

Moji's small hands were sore and limp, he hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his hand and held the oil pot in his arms, wanting to wait for the familiar uncle.

At this moment, the sound of a child crying loudly outside the dining hall came from far to near.

"Wow..." A five or six-year-old boy wearing a brown sackcloth ran in, his slender legs flew like a cannonball, and he jumped into the arms of the female disciple who was setting fire behind the stove.

The disciple who made the fire was his mother, who hugged him distressedly for a long time, the little boy felt aggrieved because he was unhappy playing with his friends, now he was comforted in his mother's arms, and wanted to eat meat like a baby.

Ink's big eyes looked at them, carefully watching the little boy's expression,

Seeing the little boy's mother holding him around to cut vegetables, she cut a piece of meat and fed him.

Ink opened his mouth blankly, narrowed his eyes, and wrinkled his nose, "Wow? Ahhhhhhhh?"

That "ha" is still grandma's angry voice.

……

Before Tsuneshi stepped into the dining hall, he heard a little baby boy singing in an opera, the mediocre tune was random, and he couldn't tell what it was singing.

When he went in, he saw the grown-ups gathered around, laughing to and fro.

This scene was a bit funny, and Tsuneshi couldn't help but asked with a smile: "What are you doing?"

As soon as the little milk boy who sang opera heard his voice, he turned around quickly and ran towards him. While running, he couldn't stop talking, "Wow... ha... ha... wow..."

Mo Zhi sang and stood in front of Chang Shi, raised his head, and shook the oil pot up and down.

Chang Shi smiled and scanned the surroundings first, but he didn't see Feng Yueze, so he squatted down, took the empty oil pot first, then picked him up and found a long bench to sit down on, "You came by yourself?"

Ink still opened his mouth, but he didn't make a sound.

Tsuneshi knew that the ink could not speak human language, so he uncorked the oil pot, smelled the smell of soy sauce, and asked the onlookers to take it and fill it up with soy sauce.

"It's the first time I heard you yelling, did Brother Ji An teach you this?" He pinched Moji's little fat leg and swayed it. Moji still liked this game very much, and became happy for a while, and stopped learning to cry or sing.

The little boy who cried and begged for a piece of meat walked over to look at the white and tender ink, probably there is some tacit understanding between the children.

"He is crying like me, he wants to eat meat!"

"Oh?" The people around laughed loudly, "He has been shaking the oil pot quietly here for a long time, and then suddenly shouted, I said what's going on... Hahaha, whose doll is so cute! "

Tsuneshi also laughed, and the little baby made some silly actions, and the adults always felt soft when imagining that scene.

In the end, when Mo Zhi went back, he was carried back by Chang Shi. He was about to reach the gate of the courtyard, so he put him down and watched him go in before leaving.

Sure enough, Mo Zhi entered the yard without looking back, and ran into the kitchen with a full oil pot.

Although it took a little longer, Tao Ji'an still felt that little silly Jiao was able to get the soy sauce back, and he was very worthy of encouragement, so he kissed him on the forehead with his little cheek holding the ink.

Mo Zhi was so happy that he opened his mouth and sang a scene to Tao Ji'an, showing him the whole process of making soy sauce.

"Wow ah ah ah..."

Ink's voice is too immature, it sounds like 'crooked', coupled with his wooden face...

Tao Ji'an frowned and tried his best to translate, "Crooked? Did you hear a play on the way?"

Ink couldn't answer, so he turned around happily, and threw himself at Feng Yueze, who was lying on the wicker chair, and sang another verse, and was suspected to have been corrected by his master, Tao Ji'an, "Crooked..."

Feng Yue picked him up, washed his fat, muddy feet, let him lie in his arms, gave a perfunctory 'um', and continued to read.

This is not at all feeling that he is being treated as a coolie by the master, and he is even very happy that the master asked him to make soy sauce.

This night, the courtyard was filled with the voices of little milkmen singing in ink.

***

The seabuckthorn fruit wine was sold in Kyushu soon after being sold by Master Wangu. Excluding the tax promised to the Frontier Market and the price difference from Wugumen, the middleman, Tao Ji'an only returned 'this'.

However, the seabuckthorn fruit tree has a three-year fruiting period, and his days of making money are in the future. The owner of the border ruins just let them out now, but Haoli probably has to wait for three years.

So the two of them joined together, bid farewell to Master Wangu, this time they really left Weizhou, and went to Jingzhou Yaowangzong to investigate the cause of Feng Yueze's mother's death, as well as the current relationship between Yaowangzong and Yu Yuanguang.

***

Because the ink will not return to the form of a snake after being transformed into a human form, and the human form doesn't like to wear shoes, so it's okay to be tired all the time, but it will inevitably delay things.

Tao Ji'an looked at Mo Zhi's little Cai Wenji's feet, so he might as well buy him a stroller.

So the two came to Qiaogong Pavilion again.

The two male monks have extraordinary looks, which is not uncommon in Kyushu. After all, Kyushu monks eat all kinds of elixir for food, supplementing east and west, so their growth is naturally not bad.

But with a milk baby, it is a bit eye-catching.

As soon as the shopkeeper of Qiaogong Pavilion heard Tao Ji'an's shopping appeal, he immediately recommended a car made of spiritual wood and dead vines.

"The doll is too small. This spirit wood withered vine has the ability to protect its owner. If it encounters bumps, it will stretch out the vines to hug the owner tightly. Although the price is not cheap, it can be used for hundreds of years. It will follow the owner weight gain and grow vines for support."

Tao Ji'an found it miraculous, followed the shopkeeper's advice, put ink on the bunch of withered vines, injected spiritual power into the vines, and it began to stretch slowly.

The thick withered vines are coiled into two circles, and the soft withered vines pass through the belly of the ink, protecting the ink like a safety belt. The small arms of the ink like to hang down by the side, and it can fit snugly to the owner lend a hand.

The baby's waist, neck, and feet are supported by vines, which looks very comfortable.

Seeing Tao Ji'an's satisfied expression, the shopkeeper worked harder.

"A few days ago, some accidents happened to the first seat of the Yaowangzong. The wife of the first seat bought this spirit wood withered vine in our Qiaogong Pavilion."

Tao Ji'an was curious, "What happened to the first seat?"

As we all know, the Patriarch of the Medicine King Sect is old and practiced in seclusion, and all the rights have been given to his son who is the chief seat, which means that the real person in charge of the Medicine King Sect had an accident.

"Hey, the first lady of the Medicine King Sect doesn't come home for three days, and the first wife doesn't know where he got hurt. She's a widow at such a young age..." The shopkeeper's tone was pitiful, the first lady was bright and beautiful,

Seeing that the guest was interested, the boy from Qiaogong Pavilion next to him also fell in love with him, hoping that Tao Ji'an would buy it if they became popular.

"Well, 15 years ago, Yu Shouzuo fought against the entire Yaowang family for Mrs. Yu, and the old lady loved her son. Seeing her son threatening his death to threaten Mrs. Yu not to marry, she nodded and made the couple happy. Yu As soon as Madam learned that her husband had an accident, she immediately flew to Qiaogong Pavilion to buy a wheelchair."

There is such a story?Tao Ji'an and Feng Yue looked at each other, obviously Feng Yue had never seen such things in the book.

Tao Ji'an then asked: "Isn't Mrs. Yu from a good background?"

"Before Madam Yu got married, she was well-known in Jingzhou because she was good at detoxifying Qi poison. It stands to reason that poison is poison, and poison is also medicine. In the eyes of us outsiders, she is even beneficial to the Medicine King Sect, but that In the past few years, Mrs. Miaoyao of the Medicine King Sect has a great reputation. She married Xianmen and became the wife of the master of Xuanfengmen. Tall, so you didn't look down on Mrs. Yu at that time, right?"

Feng Yue spoke suddenly, and just sighed, "If you are so underappreciated, you don't know what life will be like after you get married."

The servant showed an envious smile, "Shouzuo Yu must be happy. He married his favorite beautiful woman. Mrs. Yu has a lot of insights in alchemy and helped him become the first seat. He married a prosperous wife. The man is overjoyed."

Tao Ji'an: "My husband has a promising career, so Mrs. Yu must be happy too."

The female servant in the Qiaogong Pavilion who had been silent for a while suddenly interrupted, "That's not necessarily true. After her husband became the head of the Medicine King Sect, he was admired by the stars and went out every now and then. There is no place in Kyushu that he hasn't been to." , Wherever the scriptures are, spend money like dirt."

"What do you know? Yu Shouzuo is for the aristocratic elixir business, and he doesn't take concubines."

The woman obviously scoffed at their point of view, "Do you know that for a woman, the saddest thing for a woman is losing her only daughter than staying alone in an empty room? If Yu Shouzuo hadn't been spending time and drinking outside, how could his daughter have fallen for chasing and catching an adulterer?" In the hands of evil spirits, I suffered all kinds of torture and my lifeline was completely severed."

"Since then, Mrs. Yu has been eating fast and reciting Buddha's name. Does she care if she takes a concubine or not? She is already disheartened."

There are quite a lot of stories about this Yao Wangzong, Tao Ji'an touched his chin, every time he came to Qiaogong Pavilion, it was not in vain.