I heard that I am cannon fodder [Transmigration Book]

When Qin Shu woke up again, he found himself lying on the couch in the thatched hut, beside him sat a middle-aged man with a stern face, who was wearing a robe similar to that of Mr. Qiu, probably that Mr. Yu.

"Miwu!" Realizing that he was awake, the little orange cat hurried over to lick his face.

Qin Shu reached out to touch Xiaoju, sat up, looked at the middle-aged man, and bowed his hands: "Are you Mr. Yu?"

"Yeah." The other party replied indifferently, flicked his sleeves, got up and walked to the door, "Since you're awake, come over and help."

"Okay." Qin Shu didn't ask about what happened just now. Since he wasn't dead yet, it meant that the other party didn't intend to take his life. What happened just now was probably a test, but the method was a bit cruel.

"Turn over all the soil here, and then plant the heart clover with the same spacing." Mr. Yu sullenly from beginning to end, his attitude seemed to be telling a naughty child.

"Yes." Qin Shu couldn't understand the other party's mind, but he also understood that he had no position to refute.

Just like what Rong Xiaoxiao said yesterday, every student who comes to Fankong Academy has different talents. The masters of the academy will teach you seriously, but in the end who can become a talent depends on personal nature.

He used to grow radishes, wash clothes, cook rice, and everything else in Yuebanzong, but now he is only asked to dig the soil to grow herbs, which is not difficult for him at all.

Mr. Yu couldn't help but take a second look at the young man's hard-working appearance. He thought that when he was a young Xia Ke, he also looked like this when he first joined his disciples. He was a young genius with extraordinary talent. But he wanted to sharpen the other party's temperament first, and in the first month, he only let Xia Ke do some trivial chores...

Back then, Xia Ke didn't cry or make trouble, and today's Qin Shu is not at all reluctant.

Mr. Yu suddenly felt that it was a pity that this child had a good character, but unfortunately he had no talent, and he was doomed to spend his whole life wasting time on this path of cultivation.

Digging the soil, planting grass, fertilizing, watering the flowers, chopping firewood, Qin Shu had the illusion that he had returned to the Yueban sect. The years were peaceful and beautiful, and he didn't have to worry about when the demon sect would come to kill him, except... Mr. Yu likes to poison his food, should he change it?

The poison at breakfast made him pass out from pain, and the poison at noon made his seven orifices bleed. When it was evening, Qin Shu thought about it carefully and proposed to cook by himself.

Mr. Yu looked at him with a half-smile, his expression seemed to say: Don't you think I can't poison if I don't go into the kitchen?

Qin Shu bit the bullet and explained: "Just now I saw silver thread fish in the kitchen, so I thought about making fish soup for my husband, and hoped that my husband would give the students a chance to perform."

"Well, let's go." Mr. Yu waved his hand, seemingly carelessly, but secretly observed the young man's every move. He heard that the boy was a good cook, and those who had tasted his cooking praised him one after another. I don't know how much exaggeration there is in it. Element.

The kitchen, the decoction room, and the medicinal material warehouse were all hidden by Mr. Yu's magic. Currently, only the small kitchen is open to Qin Shu. The ingredients in the kitchen are very fresh, including fish, meat, vegetables, and fruits.

Qin Shu cooked a pot of fish soup, added a plate of braised pork, and fried two seasonal vegetables, and with Mr. Yu's acquiescence, made another cat meal for Xiaoju.

When the sky gradually darkened, the two of them sat around the table with a cat.

"Sir, can we discuss it?" Qin Shu said with lingering fear.

Mr. Yu lazily raised his eyes, glanced at the young man, and hummed softly, "What's the matter?"

"If you want to poison, can you just come at me and let Xiaoju go?" Qin Shu asked cautiously, he would not be able to escape this catastrophe, and after the little orange cat was picked up by him, he ate it A lot of hardships made him really feel bad.

Mr. Yu didn't promise, and signaled the boy not to talk nonsense, and get out of here after eating.

Qin Shu accepted his acquiescence, and with a tragic mood, he finished the dinner he made by himself. His heart was so heavy that he was like chewing wax.

"Mr. Yu?" Qin Shu raised his head in wonder, the meal was over, why hasn't he gotten poisoned yet?

"You—" Mr. Yu frowned slightly, and his eyes fell suspiciously on the young man's face. He knew how to use ordinary people's tricks to disguise his overly pretty face, but for them, these tricks were all things that could be seen through at a glance. The trick is not worth mentioning.

What really surprised him was that Qin Shu was fine.

This time, he did not poison.

He had to detoxify after being poisoned, and wasted his time. It was already dark, and he just wanted to drive the boy away as soon as possible.

But this meal was not without problems.

In his kitchen, all the fruits and vegetables come from the nearby spiritual fields, which belong to high-quality spiritual plants. The concentration of spiritual energy contained in them is high enough to make an ordinary person feel the pain of being burned. Of course, he did not remind the other party in advance. It is also because he is confident, he is one of the most powerful healers in the upper continent, and he has countless panacea in his hands.

Just take a Qingxin Pill, and the problem can be solved.

However, Qin Shu did not show any discomfort.

There is another point, which makes him more concerned: these ingredients processed by Qin Shu's hands have undergone some subtle changes, ordinary people can't notice it, they will only think that the taste of this dish is particularly delicious, and at most it can be associated with young chefs. Art is amazing.

But just now, he secretly observed the whole process of Qin Shu's cooking, and there was nothing different, but when the food was served on the table, it was obviously different.

The spiritual power contained in the ingredients seems to be purified, making it easier for the body to absorb.

Only the top pharmacists can do this kind of method. Could it be that this kid is from Shuiyun Valley?

No, no, Qin Shu didn't have a trace of spiritual power at all, he was just an ordinary person, and the result of the entry test was also consistent with what they predicted.

So what went wrong?

"Take this medicine." Mr. Yu took out a green pill from the medicine bag.

Qin Shu responded in a ignorant manner, took the elixir, there was a very special elixir scent, it looked very precious, and it didn't seem to be poisonous.

In fact, this is indeed a very rare high-grade pill called Qi Bu Qi Pill, which is used by practitioners to supplement spiritual power when their spiritual power is exhausted and alleviate the crisis in special times.

The spiritual power contained in the qi pill is tens of millions of times that of the spiritual plant. If this one is used, ordinary people will definitely explode and die.

Mr. Yu watched intently as the young man took the Buqi Pill, then stood up as if nothing had happened, and cleaned up the dishes without any reaction. He could no longer pretend to be calm in his heart.

He stepped forward, pressed Qin Shu's shoulder, and penetrated a trace of spiritual energy, only to find that this strand of spiritual energy was swallowed up in an instant, leaving no traces behind.

What made him even more angry and annoyed was that he couldn't find any increased aura in the boy's body.

In short, it's like a bottomless pit, where you can't eat and vomit, and you can't hide anything.

Mr. Yu looked at the young man with a complicated expression, and said without hesitation: "What kind of breed are you?"

Qin Shu was slightly embarrassed: "It's probably a human..."