[Prehistoric Fengshen] Explaining the daily life of the teaching group

Yuan* has never taught a disciple like this, let alone taught him for thousands of years, he was still raised by himself with his own shit and urine.The common people say that whoever raises the child is the one who kisses him. He has raised the child for a hundred years, and he has an extraordinary affection for this little disciple. He hopes day and night that this little disciple will have great fortune, become No. 1 among saints, and even become a saint. .

But now that the apprentice has moved his heart, it is likely to affect Daoji. In the future, his cultivation will be hindered, and no matter how difficult it is to kill the three corpses and become a Taoist, how can he not be angry.In his heart, he scolded the person who seduced his apprentice for eighteen generations, and thought in his heart that if he knew who that person was, he would kill him immediately.

"Who is your sweetheart?" Yuan* held back the anger in her heart and continued to ask.

Qingjing has regarded this as the most unspeakable secret deep in her heart for thousands of years. She dare not imagine how disappointed or even disgusted by her master after this matter is known to her.

So even though he was bewitched at this time, he still said in a daze, "I can't say it, no one can say it..."

Yuan*'s brows furrowed. Originally, he was quite confident in his bewitching technique. Even if he lost his mana, it was enough to bewitch the little girl Qingjing. But he didn't expect this little girl to be able to resist the bewitching. Say the person's name.

It can be seen that the other party is a person in her heart who must never speak out, so even if she is bewitched, she insists on refusing to tell the other party.Based on his understanding of Qingjing, the other party must be a very important person in her heart, more important than anything else.

He has taught purity for thousands of years, and he understands the character of purity.This girl is slow, not the kind of person who gives her heart easily, and being so important in her heart, I'm afraid that the other party will spend a lot of time with her.

Yuan* frowned and thought for a while, thinking that his junior brother was the most likely one.

First, for him, Qingjing secretly went to suppress Jiejiao Qiyun behind her back for him. This selfless dedication is very abnormal.

Second, apart from her elder brother and third younger brother, the only ones who have spent the longest time with Qing Jing are the twelve disciples under her sect.The eldest brother Wuwei, even though he loves Qingjing, doesn't have much contact with her. The twelve disciples are not particularly close to Qingjing, but the third younger brother plays around with Qingjing all day long.

The third and most important point is that although he doesn't want to admit it, his stupid younger brother is really good-looking and has a fatal attraction to female cultivators. Kunlun Mountains line up to Mount Xumi.

Ever since he thought that the baby boy might fall in love with his silly brother, Yuan*'s anger has been rising, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that his analysis is very likely.If he hadn't been sealed and cultivated now, he would have been ready to hit Jinao Island directly.

Knowing that the bewitching technique was useless, Yuan* put away the bewitching technique. The sage did not even have a chance to discover it, and even forgot what he said just now, and concentrated on refining pots and pans.

With a pure cultivation base and the technique of refining equipment handed down by the sage Yuan*, it is very easy to refine a pot that can cook, but it only takes a cup of tea to refine it successfully.Since Qing Jing came to the Great Desolate Continent, it has been thousands of years, and she hasn't seen the pot again. Seeing it again at this time is indescribably kind.

She held up the pot and looked at it left and right, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, she held it up to Yuan* like a treasure and said with a smile: "Qingxuan, look, I've finished refining, am I good or not?"

Yuan* wasn't in a very good mood at first, but seeing the little disciple refining such a garbage-like product with the art of refining that he had passed down, his mood was even worse, so he wanted to reprimand him, but he didn't know what to say. As soon as he came and opened his mouth, a golden cloud suddenly gathered in the sky.

Yuan* and Qingjing were taken aback for a moment, and Qiqi looked up, the cloud was familiar to both of them, it was the golden cloud of merit, needless to say Yuan*, Qingjing had been infused with the golden cloud of merit when he first came to Honghuang, naturally I also know each other.

It's just how could the golden cloud of merit appear here?It seems that it still appears on top of the two of them?Did they do any great deeds that contributed to the prehistoric era?

The two were in a daze when they saw that the golden cloud of merit was divided into two parts, the big one flew towards the pot that Qing Jing had just refined, and the small one flew towards Qing Jing in the refining pot. Fabi, but not too small.

The merit was poured into the pot, and the mysterious and yellow energy circulated on the pot. The pot turned out to be a spiritual treasure of acquired merit.

Yuan* pinched his fingers and counted, probably because Tiandao didn't intend to conceal the reason for the decline of merit, so Yuan* easily figured out the reason.It was because the human race was eating raw food at this time, and they didn't know how to cook food.

Qingjing created the first pot between heaven and earth, allowing the human race to have utensils for cooking and eating food, and contributed to the development of the human race.As the protagonists of the future, the human race can make great contributions to it, and the way of heaven will naturally send merit.

Yuan* was dumbfounded, his reprimanded words were stuck in his throat and couldn't rise or fall, it was really uncomfortable.Let's talk, look at them, they have just refined a spiritual treasure of acquired merit and virtue.

Acquired spiritual treasures of merit and virtue are rare, they integrate offense and defense, and killing people is not related to cause and effect. Today, apart from Big Brother’s Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, there is only the twelfth-grade golden lotus of merit and virtue in the west, which can be called a spiritual treasure of merit and virtue.

Don't think that this spirit treasure is acquired, most people would not change it for a congenital spirit treasure.This kind of virtuous treasure has the effect of suppressing luck. Although it cannot suppress the luck of a great teacher, it is enough to suppress one's luck.

But if you don't talk about it, Yuan* feels a little reconciled, the style of the little apprentice's prodigal is really bad.This time he was able to obtain the merit of the Heavenly Dao. It can only be said that this disciple is really blessed and deeply favored by the Dao of Heaven.

Yuan* saw the little disciple standing there blankly holding the cauldron in which the mysterious and yellow air was flowing, and he didn't realize what was going on for a long time, so he sighed and explained the reason to the little disciple.

Qing Jing was overjoyed when she heard the words, it turns out that there are still merits to be gained after making a pot?Then she got out all the pots, pans, spoons and chopsticks, wouldn't she get a lot of merit?Who thinks there are too many meritorious deeds!

The pure action is full of power, and the pots, pans, spoons and chopsticks are all refined in a short time, and the black and yellow merits are constantly falling on the cave.

There are many visions here, and the people from the human tribe naturally gathered to watch. Although they don't know what happened, they have seen the matter of Qingjing's retreat from the demon clan. They know that Qingjing is a big man, so they dare not To provoke, just watch from a distance.

Qingjing also understands that these pots, pans and pans can only be truly obtained in the hands of the human race. At this time, seeing that the human race came to watch the excitement, she hurriedly recruited them to teach everyone how to use these things.

Everyone in the human race was overjoyed. Ever since they saw Qing Jing's ability, they knew that he was a powerful person. Now that the human race is weak, no one is willing to teach them anything. They just want to learn and have nowhere to learn.

A powerful being like Qingjing is willing to teach them things, so there is nothing they would not like.Those human races passed on to ten, ten to a hundred, and after a while, the clean cave was full of people.

Seeing that everyone had gathered, Qingjing set up the pot, poured the spring water from Kunlun Mountain into the pot, pinched his finger with his right hand, and the true fire of samadhi was lit under the pot. eyes.

The people of the human race live together with the two clans of the Liches on this prehistoric continent, most of the time they stay away from the two clans of the Liches, especially the Yaozu.But when you go out to look for food, you will inevitably meet people from the demon clan, and sometimes you will see that fire-breathing goblin.

In their view, it was a remarkable supernatural power only possessed by the Yaozu.I don't want Qingjing to do it, and use that fire to burn the pot instead of killing people.

Samadhi real fire is not comparable to ordinary fire, but in the blink of an eye, the mountain spring water is boiled.Qing Jing took out the pheasants, mushrooms, and some ingredients that he had hunted and cleaned in advance, put them into the pot together, covered the lid and started cooking.

In the previous life, Qingjing cooked chicken soup in a pressure cooker, and the chicken cooked in that way was even more rotten.Now, although she doesn't have a pressure cooker, she uses Samadhi True Fire, and the effect will definitely not be worse than using a pressure cooker.

After a while, the aroma of chicken soup came out.

The pheasants on the Great Desolate Continent are not the kind of chickens given hormones in the later generations. The chickens at this time can be said to be all different species of the Great Desolation. If they were not caught and eaten by Qingjing before they had developed their spiritual wisdom, they would also be able to cultivate into immortals in the future .

This kind of pheasant, stewed with various ingredients, naturally tastes the same. The strange fragrance comes from the pot, and the fragrance is ten miles away, which makes all the people standing below start to swallow their saliva. If they don't know that Qingjing is a great Yes, we all have to go up and grab the chicken and eat it.

After the pheasant mushroom soup was stewed well, Qing Jing took out the small black and yellow bowl that she made earlier, filled a bowl of chicken soup and gave it to Yuan* who was sitting beside her, and said with a smile, "Do you want to try it?"

Yuan* has never seen this kind of food, and he is more or less interested in trying it. Although he has long been a sage, but the little disciple eats filially, he can still try it reluctantly.

Yuan* took the pheasant mushroom soup in a good mood, and drank it in small sips.I have to say that the craftsmanship of Qingjing is still very good. Yuan* enjoyed eating very much, and even praised it after eating.Let Qing Jing's little face smile into a flower.

In order to let the people of the race understand the benefits of cooked food, she didn't drink the leftover chicken soup, but let the people share it.The food she stewed is naturally not enough for all the human races to drink, and only the noble people in the human race can share it.

But what she wants is that the human race know the benefits of cooked food and pass it on. As for whether everyone can taste their own craftsmanship, it doesn't matter.

After Qingjing finished sharing the chicken soup and taught the human race how to make pots and utensils, she was about to take Yuan* back to the cave to rest. At this time, a woman suddenly stood up and bowed to Qingjing, and asked respectfully: "I have something I want to ask the fairy elder , I wonder if it is possible?"