Chapter 109: shadow kill

Chapter 109 Shadow Killer

Lao Dao raised the fire, cooked the fish and Lingquan water together, and did not add any seasoning.

"You added a lot of messy seasonings to the fish before, but it covered up its own taste."

"It's that simple?" Wang Hong was a little skeptical.

"How complicated do you think it is? Do you understand the simple way?"

Wang Hong nodded with a half understanding.

The old Taoist casually poured out a few magic formulas into the cauldron, and the spiritual fire below was burning so hot that even Wang Hong could feel the scorching heat standing beside him.

But the spiritual spring water in the cauldron was silent, it was not boiled, and there was no trace of heat or spiritual energy overflowing.

After a stick of incense time passed, Wang Hong saw that although the water in the cauldron was not boiling, the small fish inside were slowly melting.

After another quarter of an hour, all the fish inside melted, and there was no more fish to be seen, just like a pot of clear spiritual spring water.

There is still no heat, and there is no scent.

The old Taoist made two bowls of fish soup from the cauldron, which looked no different from clear water, and put them on the stone table.

"Is this fish soup?" Wang Hong looked at the two bowls of water with some doubts.

The old Taoist ignored him, and took out a jade box from the storage bag, and a talisman to prevent the loss of spiritual energy was pasted on it.

Gently uncover the talisman on it, and open the lid of the box, it turns out that there is a green shallot in the jade box.

Wang Hong murmured to himself, you, an admirable ancestor of Jindan, took it out so carefully and preciously.

I thought it was some earth-shattering treasure, but it turned out to be a shallot inside.

I saw him carefully pluck off a small piece of green onion leaf from the top, and then immediately put the lid on the box and pasted the talisman on it.

Then cut the small scallion leaves into very fine scallions, and sprinkle them evenly in two bowls of clear fish soup.

"Senior, is your shallot really so precious?"

After getting along for a while, Wang Hong was no longer as afraid of the old Taoist as he was at the beginning, but felt that this dry senior had no airs and was easier to get along with.

"Don't be ignorant, kid. This is a small polar shallot that has grown in the extreme cold for thousands of years. I got it at a great price." When he said this, there was a trace of heartache on his face. .

"Oh, senior, can you give me a small root?"

"The boy has good eyesight. Even if it is a root, putting it in the spiritual meal will have a better effect than ordinary onions. However, if you want it, you have to exchange it with your spiritual spring water."

Wang Hong immediately took out a bottle of spiritual spring water and handed it to the old Taoist.

This time the veteran was much more generous, and directly picked two inch-long roots from the shallot.

Wang Hong took the two root hairs, imitated the old way, put them in a jade box, pasted talismans on it, and put them in the storage bag.

At this time, the old Taoist priest was already sitting on the edge of the stone table, holding a bowl of clear soup and drinking it in small sips, stopping to savor it carefully after every sip.

Wang Hong naturally couldn’t lag behind. He also sat down at the stone table and put a bowl of clear soup in front of him. Except for a few green onions on it, he smelled it, but there was still no fragrance.

When you enter this clear soup, the fresh aroma of fish meat is mixed with the fragrance of shallots. The two blend together to sublimate the aroma and taste of the whole clear soup, which makes the taste level a bit higher.

The soup has a thick taste, but it is not greasy at all. Instead, it feels fresh and refreshing. After the clear soup slides down the throat, there is still an elegant fragrance in the mouth, which lasts for a long time.

Only then did he realize that what the old Taoist said was true. Although most of the ingredients belonged to him, he had never tasted such delicious food before.

After drinking a bowl of clear soup, it slowly transformed into gentle spiritual power in the abdomen, and the cultivation base in the body also slowly increased accordingly.

After Wang Hong finished drinking the clear soup in the bowl, he took the empty bowl to fill another bowl, but was stopped by the old Taoist.

“No matter how good things are, one must stop in moderation. Excessiveness is not enough. Only when flowers are half-bloomed and wine is slightly drunk can one appreciate the beauty of them.”

Wang Hong couldn't believe his ears at this moment, these words came from this dry and sloppy old Taoist priest in front of him.

This is completely different from his sloppy taste.

But thinking about it makes sense, every monk who can cultivate to a high level is one in a million, how can it be simple.

Wang Hong secretly reminded himself that in the future, people should not be judged solely by their appearance, otherwise they would be easily deceived by their appearance.

"Then throw away the rest?"

"Poof!"

The old Taoist was choked and almost spit out, but he held it back abruptly. It was impossible to spit out what was in his mouth.

The old Taoist swallowed the mouthful of soup that he almost spewed out, calmed down, and waved at Wang Hong.

"You put it there first, don't move, the old man has his own magical effect."

After the old Taoist slowly drank a bowl of soup, he walked to the side of the cauldron and put the remaining soup in a porcelain basin.

Start the pot again, put the remaining small fish in the pot and fry on both sides for a while, then pour the clear soup in the porcelain pot into the pot.

Then the old Taoist made a few spells against the cauldron, and soon saw the clear soup flow to the small fish in the pot, and was gradually absorbed by it, until the best soup disappeared, leaving only a dozen small fish The fish lay quietly on the bottom of the pot.

The old Taoist sprinkled some fine powder on it, then put the small fish in the pot on a jade plate, and placed it on the stone table.

At this time, the old Taoist took out a jade bottle and two small wine glasses from the storage bag, uncorked the corks, and filled the small wine glasses in front of him first.

Then he carefully poured half a glass into the other wine glass, definitely half a glass, not a single drop. After taking the bottle back, after thinking about it, he added a few more drops to the half glass of wine. Half a cup is too much.

Wang Hong sat next to him, seeing the behavior of the old Taoist priest, he couldn't help cursing in his heart, the existence of Jindan master, a person to look up to, is really extraordinary when he makes a move.

Before, it was as if a shallot was a treasure, so this bottle of wine is probably made of immortality.

"Boy, don't be dissatisfied, this wine is the old way. I spent five months lying outside the cave of a thousand-year-old ape before sneaking into the cave when the old ape had a chance to go out.

The old ape has kept these wines for hundreds of thousands of years, and he is reluctant to drink them himself. Then the old ape chased me for more than a month. "

When the old Taoist said this, he was not at all ashamed of being hunted down for stealing the wine from the monster, but seemed very proud.

"It turns out that this wine is so precious, thank you senior for giving it so generously!"

Wang Hong saluted deeply.

"You don't need to thank me, I only share half a cup with you after eating your food, and it's not good to drink too much with your eighth level of Qi training."

Hearing this, Wang Hong was overjoyed. It turned out that the old Taoist didn't realize that he was on the ninth level of Qi training, and the 20,000 contribution points were really well spent.

At this time, the old man had already picked up a small fish and started eating it, with an intoxicated look on his face.

Wang Hong also picked up a small fish and took a bite. The skin of the fish was crispy and the meat was tender and smooth. The previous fish were all turned into fish soup, and concentrated into the dozen or so small fish, which was far more delicious than before. He did it himself.

He picked up the wine glass and took another sip. It was indeed much better than his 500-year-old wine. No wonder the old Taoist stole it after lying down for several months.

After the old Taoist finished his small glass of wine, he didn't pour any more wine from the small jade bottle.

Just took off the yellow leather gourd hanging from his waist, drank mouth to mouth, and asked Wang Hong if he would like to have a couple of sips.

Looking at the expression of enjoyment on the old Taoist priest's face, he suddenly thought of something, so he got up and saluted the old Taoist priest first.

"Senior! I ran into a down-and-out monk in Qingxu City before. He sold me a jar of wine. He said it was passed down from his ancestors. He has never been willing to drink it. It must have been hundreds of years. I don't know if it is true or not. Please taste it One or two."

When the old Taoist heard that the wine was hundreds of years old, his eyes lit up.

"Oh! Show me."

Wang Hong took out a large wine jar, which contained a full hundred catties of wine, and the mud seal on the mouth of the jar was still intact.

The old Taoist slapped off the sealing mud on the mouth of the jar, and a smell of wine came to his face.

He ingested a small glob of wine with spiritual power, flew into his mouth, then narrowed his eyes, took a deep breath through his nose, and then exhaled slowly from his mouth.

"Good wine! Although this wine is ordinary Lingmi wine, it is well preserved and has been aged for 550 to 560 years.

If you have nothing to do, you must ask for something. If you have anything to say, just say it. "

Wang Hong hurriedly handed a black token to the old Taoist priest.

"Senior is well-informed, so do you know the origin of this thing?"

The old Taoist took the token, held it in his hand, looked at it casually, and threw it back to Wang Hong.

"Where did you get this?"

Wang Hong briefly explained the matter, only hiding a small part that should not be said.

"It seems that you are in big trouble. This token belongs to a mysterious organization called Shadow Killer."

"Shadow Killing? This junior has never heard of this organization, let alone offended them."

Wang Hong was a little puzzled, he couldn't remember when he had offended such a mysterious organization.

"Shadow killing organizations never need others to offend people. They only kill for Lingshi. As long as you pay enough, they can even kill their own father."

"If I am willing to pay more spirit stones, can I reach a settlement with them so that they will stop chasing me?"

"No, the reason why the shadow killing organization has survived for tens of thousands of years in the world of cultivating immortals is that they have an excellent reputation.

And you can't afford more money. The Shadow Killing Organization starts with 100,000 spirit stones, even if you are a small ant on the eighth level of Qi training, you should at least pay this price. "

This **** advantage, for the first time in Wang Hongping's life, he felt a deep hatred for reputable merchants.

"Then there is nothing I can do? They don't even give Jindan Daoist face?"

"It is rumored that they have successfully assassinated the Golden Core cultivator. Do you think they need to be afraid of the Golden Core cultivator?"