I ran away after slag Xianzun

Jiang Meiqing didn't know how long he had slept, he woke up from hunger.

As soon as he opened his eyes, there was a grunt in his stomach.

What's worse, not far away, there was a burst of very delicious and tempting barbecue smell, which took Jiang Meiqing's soul away.

"Morning, Immortal Venerable."

He greeted lazily.

Wu Wang was using spiritual energy in his hand to add fuel to a pile of firewood.

He hung a pheasant with his long sword and roasted it over the fire.

Behind the thick white smoke, Jiang Meiqing was stunned when she discovered this unprecedented fact.

Bake and eat the ancient spirit weapon Long Yinxie?

He was surprised and said: "Xianzun, what are you possessed by? If you are taken away, you will blink."

Wu Wang raised his eyelids, and gave him a light look, not knowing what to do, "What do you mean?"

"Isn't Long Yinxi your spiritual weapon? Either you have been taken away, or I don't believe you actually use it to roast and eat?"

The most important thing for a sword repairer is his sword.

It's hard for Jiang Meiqing to imagine a person like Wu Wang who cherishes the sword like his life.

Wu Wang looked flat, did not answer, and asked a question.

"You don't want to eat?"

Jiang Meiqing's saliva was about to flow down, how could she not eat?

"It's rare for the Immortal Venerable to do it himself. If I don't eat it, wouldn't I be ignorant of good and evil?"

Wuwang said: "If you don't want to eat, you don't have to."

"No no no, I want to eat!"

Jiang Meiqing spoke quickly, but her body remained motionless, leaning against the tree trunk.

Uh, he remembered that he slept on the grass yesterday, how did he move here?

He turned his eyes to Wu Wang, and immediately curled the corners of his mouth.

"Didn't the Immortal Master say yesterday that there are no birds and beasts within a radius of twenty miles? Where did the pheasant come from?"

Wu Wang didn't raise his head, but said calmly: "Use your spiritual sense to leave your body and go twenty miles away to fight."

To separate the consciousness from the body, one must be a Dacheng monk to do it.

Jiang Meiqing froze for a moment, but she didn't expect him to answer so directly.

After getting along these few days, he knows his temper well, he is cold and reticent, and he never speaks when he doesn't need to speak.

He didn't even bother to respond to such a boring question, he thought he would keep silent like before.

Jiang Meiqing didn't bother to think too much, it was always right to compliment him anyway.

"Twenty miles away, it's so troublesome to go back and forth, Xianzun has worked hard!"

Wu Wu glanced at him lightly, and replied solemnly: "No."

Jiang Meiqing: ...

Why did he find this conversation weird?

"Okay." Wu Wang held the hilt of the sword, lifted up the roasted brown and fragrant pheasant, and shook it.

"It looks really good."

Jiang Meiqing couldn't help applauding, couldn't help swallowing, and her stomach growled louder.

"Really?" Wu Wang finally set his eyes on him, looking straight at him. "Then why don't you come over to eat?"

Jiang Meiqing: ...

It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that he can't move!

Every bone in my body screamed one word, pain.

He smiled wryly and said: "The Immortal Venerable will help people to the end, just bring it to me."

Wu Wang didn't continue to play with him, but got up directly and walked over at a leisurely pace.

Jiang Meiqing looked at him in black clothes, standing tall and refreshed, and guessed that his burning body demon attack had passed.

When the delicious aroma arrived, Jiang Meiqing felt that she was too hungry and felt extremely uncomfortable in her stomach.

He stretched out his hand to pick it up with a smile on his face, but Wu Wang raised his hand up and moved it away, letting him catch it empty.

Jiang Meiqing looked at Wuwang wonderingly.

When did he become so... naughty?

Wu Wang stared at him lightly, there was no smile in his eyes, it didn't seem like he was joking.

He asked in a very soft tone: "What's the matter with your panacea?"

Jiang Meiqing: ...

Sure enough, he was a Dacheng monk who was about to ascend, and he could be found out just by looking.

Jiang Meiqing smiled ambiguously, and said half-truth, "I want to save the immortal!"

Of course he wasn't telling the truth, the hollow heart pill in his body didn't work.Anyway, he also planned to re-form the pill, so it's better to smash it directly.

Wuwang remained silent, unable to tell whether what he said was true or not.

There are tens of thousands of words hidden under the base of this person's tongue, each of which can be easily used and convincing. You can't tell which sentence came from the bottom of his heart.

The monk's panacea is equivalent to an important organ in the body.

Broken alchemy is very detrimental to the body, and whether it can be formed later on is another matter, but it is certain that the root cause of the disease will remain for life.

In the world of comprehension, many monks went astray when they were young, and their alchemy was not correct, and it was difficult to make progress throughout their lives.

If you want to gain some benefits, you must first smash this elixir, and then re-form the elixir.

It sounds not difficult, but there are many people who have been in a state of depression since then, not only can't form new pills, but they don't even live long.

But he shattered Dan lightly.

Does he really like himself that much?Even in order to save him, at the expense of self-destructing the panacea?

Wuwang really doesn't understand the ruthless way of cultivating from a young age.

Jiang Meiqing was not interested in knowing what he was thinking, but just stared at the roast chicken in his hand.

"Xianzun, can you let me eat?"

Wu Wang came back to his senses and saw that he was really hungry, so he took the roast chicken off the sword and handed it to him.

Jiang Meiqing moved her index finger and tore off a chicken leg, the smile in her eyes was almost overflowing.

Seeing the oil on his hands, Wu Wang felt a little sick, so he did a cleansing formula.

Who knows, as soon as he cleaned his fingers, Jiang Meiqing handed the chicken to him.

"Help me cut it open, Xianzun."

Wu Wang: ...

He hesitated for a moment, but took it anyway.

With one swing of the sword, the roast chicken was split in two.

Jiang Meiqing ate until the corners of his mouth were covered with oil, and he finished handling two chicken legs in a short while.

With a little bit of stomach padding, people have strength, so they start to feel alive.

He looked at Wuwang for a long time and was fine, he just watched him eat, so he kindly broke a chicken wing and handed it to him.

"Don't eat."

Taking two steps back nonchalantly.

He has been fasting for many years, and he has long been used to not eating the fireworks of the world, so he shy away from these meat and meat at this time.

Jiang Meiqing raised her eyebrows, "Even if it's Bigu, you can't miss the delicacy of the world."

He also fasted in his previous life, but he also ate meat and drank alcohol.

He considers himself a worldly person, and there is no comparison with Wu Wang, a transcendent person like Wu Wang.

Jiang Meiqing leaned back, feeling a dull pain in the place where the elixir was broken in his belly, he was a little tired.

I'm [-]% full, but I haven't finished eating the chicken yet.

It would be too wasteful to throw away.

So, he smiled and waved to Wuwang, "Xianzun, help me tear the chicken, I have no strength in my hand."

Wu Wang: ...

Seeing that his complexion was a little pale, and there was still a little blood at the corner of his mouth that hadn't been wiped off, he took it without saying a word.

He frowned slightly, paused with his fingers, and finally tore a strip of meat along the chicken ribs.

Jiang Meiqing opened her mouth, and ate with his finger, unhurriedly, satisfied.

"How are you doing now?"

Wu Wang raised his eyes and looked at him coldly.

Jiang Meiqing waved her hand, "It's okay, it's okay."

Wuwang glanced up and down suspiciously, but couldn't move, so it's called Wuhai?

"I'll find some spiritual herbs and boil them into soup. You can drink it."

There is no panacea in his body now, he is just a sick and weak ordinary person who cannot bear any infusion of spiritual power, so he can only drink medicinal soup like most ordinary people.

Jiang Meiqing blinked as she remembered the bitter smell of medicine last night.

"Is there any sugar? Immortal."

Wu Wang: ...

"No."

He sneered in his heart, it would cost sugar to drink medicine, and he was not a three-year-old child.

Jiang Meiqing gave a soft "oh", then she didn't want to take the medicine anymore, she probably wouldn't die.

He stared at Wuwu's slender fingers with well-defined phalanges boredly, tore off the chicken strips one by one, and then handed them to his mouth expressionlessly.

He suddenly wanted to laugh.

Who would dare to imagine that the cold and desireless immortal in the Muyun Sect is tearing chicken at this moment.

Jiang Meiqing's smile couldn't be concealed, so she was glanced at without hesitation, which seemed to warn him not to change his mind.

But Jiang Meiqing obviously didn't receive it.

He opened his mouth and bit his finger as he took the chicken.

The tiny teeth clenched gently, a little itchy.

Wuwang took it out, but didn't take it back.

He said lightly: "Relax."

Jiang Meiqing looked at him with a smile, and slowly let go.

Wu Wang swept the crystal saliva on his fingers, his eyes moved slightly, but his face continued to move as if nothing had happened.

But this delivery was bitten again.

Not only biting, but also gently brushing with the wet and warm tip of the tongue.

He trembled all over, almost losing strength in his hands.

When he looked up, he saw that the man had a slight smile in his eyes, and the glaze-like brilliance flowed in his eyes. It was hard to tell whether it was intentional teasing or deliberate temptation.

Jiang Meiqing couldn't hide the smile on the corner of her mouth. If it had been changed before, Wu Wang would have exploded, and his head and neck were probably in the wrong place.

Wu Wang stared at his triumphant expression, and suddenly thought of a sentence.

Only villains and women are difficult to raise.

But the person in front of him is neither a villain nor a woman, but a man full of ghosts.

At most, it just looks better.

When he lost his mind, his fingers suffered.

That guy didn't even count on biting, and he gnawed with his teeth, as if he was gnawing on something.

He was so distracted by the gnawing that he suddenly pulled out his fingers and stood up.

The voice was clear and cold, "I think you should be full."

Jiang Meiqing smiled and said: "Yes, only when we have enough food and clothing will we think about lust. It's human nature, and monks are no exception."

Wu Wang: ...

With a sharp tongue, she really deserves to be a woman and be pampered in a deep boudoir.

He stood tall, performed a cleansing formula, and cleaned everything on his hands and sword.

Then turned around blankly.

"I'm going to find some spiritual herbs, you wait here."

Jiang Meiqing hurriedly said: "Hey, why are you looking for spirit grass? I don't want to eat it."

It's a pity that Wuwang didn't listen to him and walked to the edge of the grass.

He was leaning against the tree trunk and couldn't move his body. Whenever he was pulled, he felt severe pain in his abdomen, so he had no choice but to hang on.

In fact, Wu Wang didn't go far, the two of them were not connected, they could only be within five steps.

He didn't need to squat down to identify them carefully like Jiang Meiqing, but swung his long sword, bringing up a strong wind around him, destroying all the weeds up to his waist.

The red fruit stone spirit grass hidden in it appeared.

Then, the long sword stuck to the ground and cut off at the root.

After a while, he had a lot of them in his hand.

Jiang Meiqing: ...

This is comparing people to people, and it makes people mad.

Wu Wang untied a spiritual bag from his waist, and then put all the spiritual herbs in it. With a movement of his fingertips, a ray of fire shot up between his two fingers, and then placed the spiritual bag on it.

After a while, there was a sound of tumbling in the bag, and the smell of medicine wafted out.

After a while, he came to Jiang Meiqing with the spirit bag in hand.

"Drink this, it will be good for your injury."

Jiang Meiqing frowned and sniffed, and said bitterly, "It's too strong."

Wu Wang was stunned for a moment, just now he grabbed a handful of spirit herbs and stuffed them all in, but he didn't notice that it would be too strong when boiled like this.

He took it back and said lightly, "I'll do it again."

Jiang Meiqing: ...

He just wanted to find an excuse not to take the medicine!

There is no saying whether it is thick or not, as far as his current injury is concerned, naturally the thicker the better.

Seeing Wuwang continue to repeat the procedure just now, Jiang Meiqing only felt a headache.

"Xianzun, I think it's getting late, why don't we continue to look for Jingyan."

Wu Wang concentrated on exerting his spiritual energy without raising his eyelids.

"Not urgent."

Jiang Meiqing said again: "I'm afraid that dragon elephant will come again, we have to leave here as soon as possible."

"It's quite spiritual. If you knock it back, it won't provoke you again."

"What if?"

"Not in case."

Jiang Meiqing was speechless.

It wasn't until Wu Wang handed the spiritual bag to him again that he accepted it resignedly.

The spiritual pouch shrinks to the size of a bowl, and the opening is wide open, and the black and thick juice can be seen inside.

Once upon a time, his master was like this, every time he was sick, he would make medicine for him.

There was sweet-scented osmanthus at that time, but now Jiang Meiqing doesn't even exist.

Although he is wearing the same book, the timeline is different. At the time point he is in now, the person named "Jiang Meiqing" is dead.

Thinking of his previous life, he felt slightly nauseated.

Seeing that Wuwang was still staring at him, he changed his mind and said with a smile: "Xianzun, please help me pick two spirit grass fruits, they are sweet, I can eat them after drinking the medicine."

Wu Wang glanced at him, really unimaginable, how could there be such a delicate man?

But he didn't say anything, and turned around.

Jiang Meiqing hooked the corners of her mouth, turned around quickly, and poured the medicinal juice on the back of the tree trunk.

The thick black medicine is stained with the dark brown trunk and blends into one. It is not easy to detect without looking carefully.