Xianzun and his cat

"Ning Ning, are you hungry? Shall I take you to eat something?" Di Shu lowered his head and called Yin Ning in a low voice.

Yin Ning grabbed his clothes, looked at him, snorted softly, not very interested: "I want to go home..."

It's definitely not Wuwangfeng that I'm talking about going home.

Di Shu stopped, held Yin Ning in his hand and apologized to him: "Ning Ning, I was wrong this time, I shouldn't be so strict with you, there will be no next time, let's not go home first ?"

Yin Ning ignored him and turned his head to one side.

Di Shu thought for a while, and then said, "Aren't Ning Ning hungry? Let me take you to eat something, I promise it will taste better than the spirit bone soup you drank the day before yesterday."

Yin Ning became interested, but held back and didn't reveal it, as if he didn't care, but he couldn't see his ears moving twice after Di Shu finished speaking.

This doesn't look like he's not interested, it's clearly a glutton.

Yin Ning didn't say anything, and Di Shu didn't ask any more questions, and led him straight to the kitchen.

After the monks formed the golden core, they lost their appetite and did not need to eat anymore, but some people miss the good taste, and there are many disciples in the sect who have not yet formed the golden core, so the small kitchen of the sect is always prepared .

Yin Ning smelled the fragrance from a distance, regained some energy, pressed his paws on Di Shu's clothes, and a small trace stuck on the clothes, but Di Shu didn't care a bit, and coaxed him patiently: "Ning Ning, Come on, let's go in and have a look."

Of course you have to watch it, Yin Ning was already hungry, he nodded slightly, and reservedly agreed.

Dishu brought him to the small kitchen.The small kitchen is actually not small, but everyone is used to calling it that on weekdays. There is only one cook in the kitchen who is turning the spoon, and the aroma comes from the big pot.

It's already past the meal time, and the cook is probably preparing the stir-fry for tomorrow.

Yin Ning stared blankly, as a few drops of saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth onto Di Shu's clothes, but Di Shu reacted first, turned his head around, and wiped off the precarious drop of saliva for him, He whispered: "Greedy cat."

Only then did Yin Ning discover the wet marks on Dishu's cuffs, and immediately felt embarrassed. When Dishu finished wiping, he buried his head on him and avoided looking at him.

"What would Ning Ning want to eat? Fortunately, the master is still here, let him make it for you." Di Shu stepped into the threshold. The cook was a little dazed when he saw him, but he recovered after a while and continued to shake the spoon.

Yin Ning didn't know what to eat. What he ate in the past was not cooked food. The unborn spiritual fruit and spiritual plant found on the snow mountain were directly eaten into his mouth. He didn't care about it at all. Now let him say what he wants. Yin Ning really couldn't tell what he ate.

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Di Shu gently stroked his back and asked him, "Do you like Lingmi porridge? It is boiled with seventh-grade Lingmi and Qiongzhi water, and Huohuo bird's eggs and water are added in it." Lianzi, I think you will like it."

He spoke so carefully, Yin Ning's heart was moved immediately, he looked at him without blinking, nodded vigorously and said that he wanted to eat.

It will take some time for the Lingmi porridge to be made. Dishu took him to sit outside. On the stone table, Yin Ning was laid on his back and Dishu checked whether there was any wound on his body. Looking carefully, except for the hair on his body Some were dirty, but everything else was fine.

"Meow~" Yin Ning almost fell asleep comfortably after being touched on his stomach.

Di Shu stopped his hands again, pinched Yin Ning's little paw, and asked him: "Ning Ning, you have been practicing for 500 years, why haven't you transformed yet?" A beautiful cat like Yin Ning, if transformed, would be fine. nice.

Yin Ning was asked about the idea, and he said: "Uncle Mountain God said, I have to find a chance before I can transform, so let me go down the mountain after 500 years."

Uncle Mountain God?

It was the first time Dishu heard this name from him. There is no real god in the cultivation world, and the so-called "Uncle Mountain God" that Yin Ning mentioned is probably just a monk or a transformed spirit.

Thinking of this, Di Shu followed his words and asked, "What does that mountain god uncle look like?"

Speaking of Uncle Mountain God, Yin Ning couldn't finish talking. He had a happy look on his face, and said in a sentence: "Uncle Mountain God looks very good-looking. His hair is white, and it is as white as the snowflakes falling from the sky. It's still clean, its eyes are red, and there are beautiful green beads on its ears!"

"Uncle Mountain God likes me the most, and is willing to make ice flowers for me!"

Seeing that Yin Ning still had a lot of compliments he wanted to say, Di Shu stretched out his hand and pinched his mouth: "Okay, I get it."

Yin Ning looked at him strangely with wide eyes: What do you know?

"Does Ning Ning want to transform quickly?" Di Shu looked at him thoughtfully.

Yin Ning nodded blankly, if he could change his form as soon as possible, he would definitely think about it.

"If Ning Ning is obedient and practice with me every day, you will be able to transform within three months." After Di Shu finished speaking, he hugged Yin Ning.

Yin Ning was a little skeptical, but the temptation to be able to transform within three months was too great. Yin Ning felt happy when he thought about it, and couldn't help but pulled Di Shu's clothes and asked him: "Is what you said true?"

"How could I lie to you." Di Shu led him into the small kitchen, the aroma of Lingmi porridge came out of the pot, and Yin Ning was really hungry.

Di Shu took a bowl, found a clean table and sat down, and the steaming Lingmi porridge was placed in front of Yin Ning.

"Eat." Di Shu fed him with a spoon, the porridge was still hot, so Yin Ning had to eat it in small bites.

After eating half a bowl, Di Shu asked him if it was good.

Just as Yin Ning swallowed it, he nodded his head and said it was delicious.

"If you practice with me, you will be able to eat such delicious food every day in the future." Di Shu's tone was as usual, and it didn't sound like coaxing.

Yin Ning was a little vigilant, it was the first time he was tricked into making a contract like this.

"In the future, there will be Qiansu Xueling Cake, Baiye Tuan, Huangniaoheling Soup..." After Di Shu said the name of a dish, Yin Ning's eyes lit up for half a point. He was obviously still eating Lingmi porridge. Thinking of other dishes.

Sure enough, Yin Ning grabbed his fingers anxiously after hearing this, and asked aloud: "Are there really these things that can be eaten? Can I eat them every day?"

Di Shu didn't lie to him, and nodded, "As long as you practice hard."

"But..." Yin Ning was a little frustrated, and glanced at him, "The water is so icy, I'm afraid."

Di Shu thought for a while and said, "Practice is to be willing to endure hardships. If you are really afraid, you can sit next to me when you meditate in the future. Are you still afraid?"

"But every time you meditate for a long time..." Yin Ning stretched out his small tongue and licked the porridge on the spoon.

Di Shu thought about it again, and came up with a solution: "From now on, I will come according to your time, and meditate for an hour in the middle of the month every day. When the time is up, I will take you to eat. How about that?"

This sounds like a good look.

Yin Ning sucked the porridge, decided to trust him again, and agreed.