Xiaoyu Deng frequently said that Jiazi was intelligent and pure, and this statement was indeed not flattery.
Ji Ci knew her opportunity had come and said immediately, "Alright, old lady, when I was at home, I could make soup. But it seems that A Yu doesn't like to drink it, always saying that the taste of the soup I made is too bland..."
When it comes to making soup, Ji Ci is indeed an expert. In the past two years, she has also been trained by various things, such as cold aromatic pill, jade flute, who knows the falling plum, etc.
The more complicated things she encounters, the more focused she becomes in her research.
Deng ChanYu needs to swing a large iron club on stones for two days to calm her mind, while Ji Ci can enter a state of complete concentration in just the time it takes for a cup of tea. This can also be considered one of her natural talents.
Meng Po is like an ordinary old lady, sitting on a broken chair next to her, pointing out sentences from time to time and correcting her technique and mistakes during the preparation.
After Ji Ci brews a pot of soup, a gust of wind blows by, carrying away both the pot and the soup.
After a quarter of an hour, the pot returns, and she continues to brew.
Meng Po initially pointed out a few sentences, but later she simply dozed off on the side.
When Ji Ci began to brew the ninth pot of soup, the old woman opened her eyes.
"Young girl, you are already dead, don't you know that?"
Ji Ci's action of boiling soup had no hesitation: "I know, old lady, I have known it for a long time. To die is to be fate."
Meng Po smiled, her face full of wrinkles and most of her teeth gone.
"If the old lady says that you have not reached your full life, that you were killed by evil people, what do you think?"
Ji Ci paused in her action, placing the spoon covered in greenish soup aside, and thought seriously before saying, "I don't know what to do either. Is it my enemy? Or my father's enemy?..."
Meng Po shook her head, "Neither."
Ji Ci was very confused: "What's the reason for that?"
Meng Po spoke directly, "Because of your face and your body."
Ji Ci smiled, the smile was a bit bitter: "Because of this face, because of this body? Things like this have happened too many times in my life, I can't avoid it. Alright, I don't care anymore."
Meng Po nodded her head. She was satisfied with the girl's temperament, wisdom, and talent. However, the trouble in her destiny was quite severe.
These calamities can be borne by Meng Po, but it's a troublesome thing. It would be better to find a few people who are as determined as you to share the burden together...
The old woman touched the water basin in front of her, and the face of Zhu Tianlin with a full of arrogance appeared on the water surface.
Wearing a square cap, a red Taoist robe, and sandals made of hemp, the attire gives off a hint of divinity at first glance. But when you see Zhu Tianlin's face, which is as red as jujube and his eyes like bells, even with divine clothing, he seems like an evil Taoist.
"The main instigator behind you is someone else, you will know it in the future. This person caused you to become unconscious, and then was taken by the yin-yang spirit to reincarnate, which can also be considered one of the accomplices." Meng Po spoke in a neutral tone.
Ji Ci said she didn't care, but she couldn't be completely free from the grievances in her heart. She couldn't help but feel curious and peeped over to take a look. To her surprise, she didn't even know Zhu Tianlin at all.
She was honest: "Grandma, I don't know this person."
Meng Po revealed the uneven and jagged teeth in her mouth and laughed, "You're a good child, let the old lady help you call this person over so that you can vent your anger, how about it?"
Ji Ci was startled. How could she "call" a living person to vent her anger when she was dead?
Meng Po didn't wait for her to agree. She extended her withered left hand, her palm gently pressing into the water, and then reached out forcefully towards the reflection of Zhu Tianlin in the water.
...
Zhu Tianlin took an inner core of a thousand-year snake from the Nine-Tailed Fox, which made him feel like he had made a big deal.
He is not someone who attacks just anyone. If he were asked to curse King Zhou and kill him, he wouldn't dare to do so.
Ji Ci had conducted a preliminary investigation beforehand. Su's clan had already been bad for her name, and now that her father and brother had been killed in battle, she had lost most of her reliance. Furthermore, Zhu Tianlin had calculated Ji Ci's destiny number and found that she still had some lifespan left but not much. He allowed her to die a few days earlier without much trouble. What about the Underworld? Would they dare to come and bother the disciples of Jiejiao? No matter how brave they were, they wouldn't dare to do so.
Zhu Tianlin was not at all worried, instead feeling elated. He traveled by water magic and happily returned to the Jiulong Island.
Out of the blue, a large hand appeared in the air. Without hesitation, it pulled him into the endless abyss.
Tongtian Zhuoxian had a slight feeling in the Bi You Palace, but didn't take it seriously.
It's true that he teaches without discrimination, and it's also true that he dedicates himself to his disciples. However, as a sage, he is not a babysitter for his students.
In modern society, it is unlikely to see a graduate student's family in trouble and then the supervisor turning into a detective, helping to pursue criminals, seek revenge and provide close protection. In ancient slave society, it is even less likely.
The sage's own path is most important, followed by the teachings of the sect, and specifically for a particular disciple, it is even less important.
Tongtian Zhuoxian has true feelings. For three or five important disciples, he will pay a little attention to them. For the thousands of disciples of the Jiejiao sect, some of them may have taken courses under him, but they can only be considered registered disciples. Many more are the disciples of these registered disciples, and he doesn't even know them, so naturally he doesn't care about them.
Moreover, the disciples of Jiejiao sect are fond of fighting and always engaging in martial arts. At this time, they felt that the death of a disciple was not taken seriously by him. Died? Died is died. What else can it be?
Zhu Tianlin, who was suddenly pulled into the Underworld, was stunned. After checking himself, he found that he had entered with his body intact, which slightly calmed him down. Fortunately, as long as his body is there, his cultivation and magical powers, as well as his magical treasures, are all there. Relying on his own abilities, he still has a chance to find a way back to the mortal world.
Before he could figure out who was secretly targeting him, Zhu Tianlin, as a bright and shining living being, entered the underworld like a torch.
Zhu Tianlin did not have the Eight-Nine Mystic Power, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts in the underworld could smell the human scent on him from ten li away.
"There's a living person here!"
"Meat! How delicious!"
"Eat him, tear him, eat! Meat! Drink! Blood!"
The many soulless spirits screamed and rushed towards Zhu Tianlin, eager to consume his flesh and blood. They believed that by eating the flesh of the living, they could return to the mortal world.
"Beasts, how dare you bully me!" As one of the four disciples of Lv Yu, Zhu Tianlin was skilled in both cultivation and martial arts. At this moment, instead of using his Azure-Shatter Magic Sword as a divine weapon to fell unconscious, he pulled out a common long sword and infused it with upper-clear Buddhist magic. He cut vegetables with ease and killed the fleeing soulless spirits without mercy.
His commotion was too large. The cold-hong stone, who had been searching for Ji Ci for seven days, was also attracted by his noise.
She believed her disguise was flawless, so she casually strolled over to watch the commotion.
Even if only a beginner in the Eight-Nine Mystic Power, it can still be considered profound and unpredictable. At this moment, she transformed into the Night Stalker, watching from a distance as Zhu Tianlin fought against the soulless spirits. She cheered and encouraged him while chatting with the nearby ghost soldiers who were also watching the commotion.
