The stove outside the house was filled with firewood and a blazing flame was burning. In the large iron pot on the stove, boiling water was boiling.
The big white goose fell under the stove, its feet were tied, and it was struggling.
Liu Xiaolou pinched the neck of the big white goose with his left hand and held the kitchen knife in his right hand. He murmured and explained: "Dabai, I can't blame Master Dao now. If there is an afterlife, if you still join my family, I will support you."
A piece of spiritual stone that was finally obtained was snatched away by this beast. The owner was so angry that blood flowed three feet away!
Just when the kitchen knife was about to cut off, tears fell from the eyes of the big white goose, and he looked at Liu Xiaolou affectionately.
At this glance, the determination that had just been raised in Liu Xiaolou's heart suddenly melted away. He used the kitchen knife to cut on the goose neck for a long time, but he couldn't cut it off.
The tears of the big white goose continued to roll down, Liu Xiaolou finally sat down slumped, and the kitchen knife with a cold light in his palm fell to the ground with a clang.
"Dabai, do you know how much the Taoist has done for this spiritual stone..."
"The Taoist Master has not received any spiritual power for three months, and the Dongyang Sect will not accept us..."
"As for the spiritual stone, it's not like you haven't eaten it before. What's the use of eating it? It's useless..."
"Besides, this is not for Master Dao. It is a gift for Brother Wei! Do you know about the gift? Master Dao is reluctant to eat it..."
"I don't know where the old man hatched you. You can't do anything, and you can't become a spiritual bird. After all these years, you are still like a fat pig..."
"I only know how to steal things..."
After complaining for a while, he finally untied the rope from the big white goose and let it escape with fluttering wings.
"Go away, don't come back! I'm angry when I see you!" Liu Xiaolou yelled behind the beast.
The big white goose glanced back, fled further, and disappeared into the bamboo forest in the blink of an eye.
In the middle of the day, Liu Xiaolou's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and the cicadas chirped in the bamboo forest, making people drowsy. He calmed down, tried his best to cheer up, went to the forest, chopped a bamboo shoot, stripped off the bamboo clothes, and threw it directly into the boiling iron pot on the stove.
The spiritual stone has been stolen, it is useless to think about it, life has to go on, and the current level is low, it is only the second level of Qi refining. I dare not expect such a profound method as bigu, so I need to fill my stomach first.
While the young bamboo shoots were cooking in the water, the big white goose jumped back from the forest, carrying a fat fish about a foot long in its mouth, jumped up on the stove with its wings flapping, and threw the fat fish into the boiling water. The fat fish tossed a few waves in the pot and stopped struggling in resignation. The big white goose jumped off the stove with satisfaction and "quacked" twice at Liu Xiaolou to take credit.
Liu Xiaolou kicked it angrily: "A fish wants to hit my spiritual stone? Why don't you die?"
The big white goose flapped its wings and jumped away, then rushed into the bamboo forest and disappeared.
There is also a wonderful thing about raising this animal. It often brings some fish, shrimp, rabbit and mouse, which are special products in the mountains, to the family, which saves time for hunting and makes people hungry.
A pot of bamboo shoots and fish soup filled Liu Xiaolou's stomach. He came to the house, moved the bed board, dusted off the soil, and revealed the wooden box buried underneath.
Opening the box, there is an old ginseng hidden inside. This is not an ordinary mountain ginseng, it is a spiritual ginseng passed down by the late old man. It is three hundred years old. Even if it is not used to prepare elixirs, just eating it raw can increase a large amount of true energy, which is worth at least three spiritual stones!
Today was a gift for dual cultivation from my sworn brother Wei Hongqing. The original gift was a piece of spiritual stone. Shopkeeper Su suddenly came to visit. I was careless and turned my face and was swallowed by Dabai. Who could I ask to explain to him? The Sanxuan Sect left behind by the old man was so clean that if he wanted to give a gift, the only thing he could do was use the last remaining spiritual ginseng.
After all, he is a sworn brother who takes care of him in many ways. How can he show up empty-handed on his wedding day?
Liu Xiaolou was very reluctant to let go. He hugged Lingshen and sighed, thinking that even holding him for a moment longer would be good. It was almost dusk, and when it was time for the promised wedding banquet, I really couldn't bear it any longer, so I finally wrapped a red ribbon around the ginseng, adding a bit of festiveness, and took it down the mountain.
Wei Hongqing was practicing at Guimeng Cliff, which was only half an hour away from Qianzhu Ridge on the mountain road. When Liu Xiaolou arrived, the sun was setting in the west, so he quickened his pace to climb the cliff. The great gift of double cultivating from my good brothers came late, and I couldn't help but feel very guilty.
There is a stone cave on the cliff, which is Wei Hongqing's cave. The caves for practicing monks in Wulong Mountain have always been simple, either thatched houses or stone caves. There are only simple furnishings in the caves, and there are no valuables or other things. It is convenient for you to escape when the famous people are sent to clean up.
Of course, today was a special day, so Wei Hongqing's Guimengya was decorated. Bright red silk ribbons and lanterns were hung all over the mountain wall in front of the cave. Three tables were placed outside, all filled with wine and food. There are not many casual cultivators who are close to Wei Hongqing. I heard that only six people were invited in total. Counting several teachers, relatives and friends from the couple, there were twelve seats.
I was the first to arrive.
Wei Hongqing was having a drink at the main table.
Liu Xiaolou came forward with a smile and sat next to him. Wei Hongqing poured him a glass and he drank from it, took out the ginseng, put it on the table, and pushed it over with a look of regret.
"The spiritual ginseng that my teacher collected from Shouyang Mountain has a lifespan of three hundred years. You are practicing double cultivation today. It is a small token of your appreciation. Don't refuse."
Wei Hongqing didn't refuse. He took it and looked at it for a moment, then took a bite.
"No..." Liu Xiaolou was caught off guard and wanted to stop him, but then realized that the spiritual ginseng had been sent out by him as a gift, so he could only endure the heartache and said: "That's not how it is eaten..." .Isn’t it good to soak in wine? What a waste... Besides, my sister-in-law hasn’t come yet, so what if you eat her? My sister-in-law hasn’t seen this ginseng yet! Hey, don’t eat it... ..”
Wei Hongqing only took a few mouthfuls, and his face was already turning bright red. He was at the fifth level of Qi refining, and even though his tolerance for spiritual power was several times stronger than Liu Xiaolou's, he could still choke on the abundant real energy contained in him even if he ate half a root of spiritual ginseng in one go.
After he calmed down a little, Liu Xiaolou looked at the remaining half of the spiritual ginseng with heartache and said: "Don't eat it, keep it as a witness to your sister-in-law, otherwise you will think that I am here for free..." ." He looked at the empty cave and the unoccupied dining table, and then asked: "When will the bride-to-be arrive? Where are the Zuoxia Master and the others? Why haven't they arrived yet?"
But Wei Hongqing's eyes were red, and he looked at Liu Xiaolou without saying a word.
"What's wrong, Brother Wei? This is...talking...talking!"
"Ling'er won't marry anymore..."
"What?"
"My brother was divorced by the Xia family..."
Liu Xiaolou was stunned, and suddenly burst out: "Why? I'll go find them!"
Wei Hongqing said sadly: "I married into the Zhanglong Sect and became a concubine to Zang Qianli, an inner disciple of the Zhanglong Sect..."
Liu Xiaolou, who had just exploded, fell silent for a moment.
What about Lang Qing and concubine as promised?
The Zhanglong Sect is a famous sect in western Hunan and occupies the blessed land of Zhanglong Mountain. Since Zang Qianli is an inner disciple of the Zhanglong Sect, his future is bound to be limitless. Even if Ling'er becomes a concubine, it will be worse than following Wei Hongqing who is a casual cultivator in Wulong Mountain. Too strong, no wonder the Xia family changed their marriage.
Liu Xiaolou could only console him: "Brother Wei is so humiliated. Brothers and I will share the same hatred. This year, I will make an appointment with my colleagues in the mountains. I will never go to his house to help him during the autumn harvest this year."
Wei Hongqing patted his hand to express his gratitude.
Liu Xiaolou asked again: "Where are Master Zuoxia and the others? Aren't they coming to...the banquet?"
Wei Hongqing smiled bitterly: "Without a wedding ceremony, how can we have a wedding banquet? Without a wedding banquet, what are we going to do here?"
Not knowing how to comfort him, Liu Xiaolou could only accompany Wei Hongqing to drink.
As the saying goes, everyone gets drunk unless they are drunk. After drinking for a long time, Liu Xiaolou was fine, but Wei Hongqing was already drunk. Before he became drunk, he finally cried: "Xiaolou, go back, don't worry about me, just let me Brother, please be alone for a while..."
