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Wei Yuan felt desolate, but also felt that the matter was over. He turned around and walked away without any nostalgia. Seeing him coming, the monsters retreated one after another, and the other two big monsters also held their breath until Wei Yuan left, and then they exhaled, and suddenly felt numb on their backs.

Turning his head, he saw that the energy of Ehuang and Nvying became strong and complete, and they had initially gotten rid of the influence of the low incense and sacrifice. The return of the ray of true spirit that was sealed in the jade book of Shanhaijing in ancient times also made their energy begin to float up.

The shrimp monster felt desolate in his heart, and he bowed down quickly and said: "Please forgive me, ladies..."

Before the voice fell.

The sound of the surging waves came to his ears, almost like the reappearance of the ancient Dongting Lake.

Before the shrimp monster could come back to his senses, he was pressed down by the waves.

......

After a while, the two big monsters were captured.

The strongest fish demon was killed directly by Wei Yuan with the Mountain God Seal. The remaining two could not jump a few times in front of the two Xiang ladies whose origins had been fully restored. Especially Wei Yuan's previous actions left a very strong shadow in their hearts, and their strength was greatly disturbed.

After all, the plate of fish sashimi was still in front of them.

No one knew whether the man, a cultivator or a cook, would come back.

The shadow in my heart was heavy.

After a while, the banquet resumed.

The maid with two hairpins attracted the real guests.

She was a girl wearing feather clothes, with a cold and unique temperament. Her black hair fell to her waist, and she wore a pair of light lotus-colored shoes. The two jades on her waist collided, making a crisp sound, floating like a fairy. Ehuang and Nvying came forward, and seeing the girl's appearance, there was joy in their eyes, and they said: "Jue, come here."

When Ehuang and Nvying got married, Xi Kunlun had sent a big gift.

After that, Jue also met the two imperial concubines.

In this era, when Jue escaped from the predicament, he told Wei Yuan that he wanted to visit old friends. Naturally, he came to Xiangjiang River and met the two Xiang ladies. They agreed to visit at this time.

Jue is a goddess of Kunlun Mountain, transformed by pure air, and is extremely sensitive to qi.

She looked at Ehuang and Nvying and said in surprise: "The auras of the two seem to be a little different."

"I always feel that it seems to be more harmonious."

Ehuang can still suppress the feelings in her heart.

Nvying was already quite happy. She pulled Jue over and told her what happened just now. She clapped her hands and laughed: "So, my sister and I are now at ease."

Jue has lived in Kunlun Mountain for a long time. He only knows that King Yu led his ministers to compile the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

But he doesn't know who compiled and recorded it.

She was slightly surprised to hear that, but then she was quite fond of this person's behavior and praised him: "He doesn't take advantage of others' misfortunes and is open-minded. There are often such people in the human world. I didn't expect to meet one this time. It's worth meeting him. Where is he?"

Ehuang said: "He said that we have parted ways and he has left."

The girl was surprised and admired him even more. She nodded and said: "So that's the case. He is free and easy."

"It's a pity that we didn't meet."

She paused and praised this person's behavior style. She wanted to ask who this person was, but the excitement in Nvying's heart subsided. She thought of the incident two thousand years ago. At that time, the mountain was cut down and the temple was destroyed. Now she has to accept the favor.

She was straightforward and felt more and more frustrated the more she thought about it. She said:

"Okay, okay, he's a good person, but we rarely meet. Why mention this outsider?"

Jue didn't know how to speak again, and didn't take it too seriously. After smiling, he took out the prepared gift and handed it over. Then he put the fruits and fragrant tea on the table again. Because of the existence of Shanhaijing, the creatures of Shenzhou had no objection to the meat of rare birds and beasts. The fish sashimi was served. The girl took a chopstick and was stunned.

I don't know why, but I always feel that this taste is a bit familiar.

It seems that I have eaten it somewhere before?

Nuying said: "Jue, don't you like meat?"

The girl's feeling that just rose in her mind was interrupted, and she smiled gently and said: "Of course not."

The stringed instruments started again, and the guests were happy.

......…

Wei Yuan ran out of the Xiangshui waters from the bottom of the water in one breath.

Then he got out of the bottom of the water and let out a long breath.

As for the reason——

Wei pulled with his right hand, and a fish head with eyes wide open was thrown up. It fell on the river bank, emitting a stream of spiritual energy after the collapse of magic power. The surrounding vegetation became more lush. This was the fish spirit with eight hundred years of Taoism. It was hit by Wei Yuan's mountain god seal, which consumed some of its divine power. I'm afraid its head has become a mess.

Before leaving, Wei Yuan took the fish head with him.

He looked at such a big fish head and didn't know how many peppers he would need.

Besides, can the peppers in the mortal world penetrate into the meat of this fish monster?

Or should he go to the vegetable garden on the back mountain of Longhu Mountain and pick up some of the ones grown by the old Taoist himself?

Of course, making chopped pepper fish head is just a side job.

Wei Yuan said to himself.

His real purpose is because the divinity of the mountain god seal remains on the fish head.

It is to hide his real trump card.

Not for eating.

Yeah, that's right.

Wei Yuan looked at the fish head, picked it up and put it in the Crouching Tiger Order, rode a shared bicycle, bought all kinds of peppers, such as Chongtian pepper, millet pepper, and two large plastic bags, thinking that it would be enough to cook that thing, so he slowly returned to Quanzhou.

He drew out the Eight-sided Han Sword and attached the Iron Eagle Fighting Spirit to the hilt.

Wei Yuan brushed the sword spine and said with satisfaction: "Good sword!"

He held the sword with both hands, with his left foot in front, and the spine was like a dragon tendon. After a few clangs, he chopped the huge fish head. The old fish had thick skin and a big head. Wei Yuan took out everything in the refrigerator and stuffed it in, rolled up his sleeves, tied an apron, and picked up the kitchen knife. He originally planned to do more, but when he turned around and asked, Jue went out to visit friends and estimated that he would not be back for several days.

So he did less.

I only sent one copy to the old fox Hu Ming in the bookstore next door and Yu Ji, who opened the shop.

I only thought after sending it to them, can Yu Ji, a creature transformed from a plant, eat fish?

However, this fish that has grown in the spiritual land for eight hundred years is indeed different. It tastes extremely delicious. When combined with the carefully selected peppers, the freshness of the fish head and the spiciness of the chopped peppers are integrated into one. It makes people sweat profusely, but people can't put down their chopsticks. Even the last soup is not missed by Wei Yuan.

I made another portion of pulled noodles directly, threw it into the soup and stirred it. The chewy noodles absorbed the sweetness and spiciness of the fish meat. It is similar to the way of eating pepper fried tripe noodles. In the end, I ate it with satisfaction. When I put down my chopsticks, I felt the warmth in my stomach. A stream of energy slowly spread out, strengthening my muscles and bones.

Wei Yuan was in a playful mood, so he took out a pen and wrote down a line of words:

"Zhongshan Jing, there are fish in the water of Dongting Lake, and they can be trained in Taoism after eight hundred years. They can turn the river and waves, and strangers are not allowed to enter. They are delicious, and eating them can strengthen bones and strength."

Looking interesting, he simply took out the remaining jade talisman waste.

He pointed and spit out sword energy.

Just like in the ancient times, he imitated the handwriting and engraved this line of words on it. The strokes of the words were rough and simple. When doing this, he seemed to have returned to the ancient times, as if Yu and Nujiao were by his side, and occasionally there was the lazy young sorcerer. They were in the wild, in the tribe, and had just tasted the spoils of war that Yu had taken.

The young man blew the leaves lazily, and the sound mixed with the wind. King Yu looked into the distance and the world, Nujiao looked at him quietly, and he was beside him, writing into the jade, engraving every word in his heart.

Almost without realizing it, the words had been engraved.

Even the habits in the details are the same.

He held the jade book in his hand, lost in thought.

Finally, he shook his head, smiled complicatedly, and threw the fragment of the jade talisman onto the wooden shelf. The consciousness of the Shang King Bronze Jue recovered. Seeing this scene, he said casually: "Why are you making fakes again? You don't sell them. Do you have a hobby of counterfeiting again?"

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows: "What fake?"

Bronze Jue said: "I saw it with my own eyes. You carved it yourself."

If he were a human, he would have been furious.

Wei Yuan had drunk wine before, laughed, and said:

"It is indeed carved by myself, but it is not a fake."

He missed the past in his heart, and there was a rare wildness, even if there was no such text in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

As long as I wrote it, it is the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Shang Wang Qingtong Jue was stunned, but Wei Yuan refused to say anything. He took an empty gourd at random, stuffed all the relics into it, and flicked his sleeves, letting the gourd fly to the lower layer of the wooden cabinet. Shang Wang Qingtong Jue asked again: "What is this?"

Wei Yuan casually said: "A pile of rotten stones."

He stood up and walked to the door of the refrigerator. This tastes very good, but people without cultivation can't eat it. Next time I go to Qingqiu Kingdom, I will send some to Nujiao, and then prepare some for Xiaoyuer. I will go to Longhu Mountain again.

Go and get the head of the Japanese monk and send it to Kyoto.

When the time comes, send some to Zhang Ruosu, and go to his back vegetable garden to get some peppers.

Also ask the old Taoist to see how much he knows about the Mountain and Sea Realm.

Well, keep the remaining piece for Jue, and wait for her to come back to eat. There is still some meat on the neck, which is the most tender, and it is enough for a small plate of sashimi.

Of course, black cats must be thrown out of the refrigerator within a radius of five meters.

Wei Yuan closed the refrigerator door.

......

Time passed.

Wei Yuan practiced sword and martial arts every day these days, and tried to heal himself with the relics of the Pure Land Sect. The injury on his chest finally eased a little, but there was no news from the Pure Land Buddhist sect, and Wei Yuan did not intend to deliberately inquire.

That night, Wei Yuan closed the door.

It was already early morning, the road was empty, and most of the shops were closed.

The wind blew across the road, and the sound was a little bleak and cold.

Wei Yuan put a bowl of white rice in the corner of the door, and stuck three incense sticks on it, and the fragrance rose.

Then he carried the three thousand year old soul-nourishing wood to the middle of the living room. At this time, in ancient times, strangers did not knock on the door. The leaves of the soul-nourishing wood were more stretched, emitting a faint fragrance, which made the whole museum fall into a quiet atmosphere, as if it was separated from the human world, as if it was close to the netherworld, as if it could hear the sound of the underworld.

Dangdangdang.

Someone knocked on the door. Wei Yuan seemed to have been prepared and asked the water ghost to open the door.

The fragrance of the soul-nourishing wood became stronger and stronger.

There was no footsteps, but people had come in.

The man who walked in looked about thirty years old, wearing a Taoist robe, and his face was full of black air, twisted like a python. It was obviously poisoned. His feet were silent. If Zhang Hao and the others were there, they would be able to recognize that this was the Taiping Dao monk who was controlled by the Sakurajima monk who set up a stall that day and struggled to get out.

He was dead.

At this moment, the yin is strong and the yang is weak, no living person can enter, what comes is not a person, but a soul.

The Taoist stood here blankly, Wei Yuan said:

"Sit down."

Seven days after a person dies, the soul will return to the human world for a short time, which is the night of returning to the soul.

Today is the seventh day after the death of the Taoist Taiping.