The strongest chef in the three worlds

Chapter 600 Numbness
After letting Xue Ying go back with Wu Feng and the others, Chen Yan followed Wu Wei to the mountains to gather medicine.

"You seem to be very familiar with medicinal materials!"

When searching for medicinal materials with Wu Wei, Chen Yan couldn't help asking Wu Wei.

He felt that Wu Wei seemed to know more about medicinal materials than himself.

In less than 10 minutes, they found all the medicinal materials they needed.

This immediately made Chen Yan look at Wu Wei with admiration.

"If you can live as long as I do, you will know more about medicinal materials than I do." Wu Wei said with a flat face: "Besides, people from the ancient witch family are already good at witch doctors! I Although he is not particularly good at witch doctor skills, he still has some understanding."

"Should be very understanding?"

Chen Yan smiled, knowing that Wu Wei's words were modest.

As long as one of them is good at witch doctor skills, the others can follow suit. In 2000, as long as they are not fools, no matter how difficult things are, they can probably be mastered.

"It's really not very understanding." Wu Wei shook his head and said, "We don't have birth, old age, sickness and death, so basically no one studies these things. What I know now is what I learned from the high priest before I was not cursed."

Hearing him mention the "high priest" again, Chen Yan couldn't help asking curiously: "Is your high priest the most powerful among your clansmen?"

"No."

Wu Wei shook his head and said: "What the high priest is good at is not martial arts, but other things."

"For example?" Chen Yan asked curiously.

Wu Wei replied: "Witch doctor, divination, and..."

Having said that, Wu Wei stopped suddenly, as if hesitating for something.

After a moment of silence, Wu Wei continued: "There are also psychic techniques!"

Chen Yan was slightly surprised, "I can understand witch doctor and divination. What does this psychic technique mean? Communicating with ghosts and gods?"

Wu Wei thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's true, it's not."

"How...how?" Chen Yan looked at Wu Wei curiously.

Yes it is, no it is not.

Is this counted or not? What does it mean?
Wu Wei explained: "A long time ago, psychic techniques could indeed communicate with ghosts and gods. However, later, the three realms established rules and stopped interfering with each other, so psychic techniques could no longer communicate with ghosts and gods. Nowadays, psychic techniques can no longer communicate with ghosts and gods. Spiritual arts can only communicate with ghosts and gods under certain circumstances.”

Chen Yan's heart trembled, and he immediately asked: "May I ask, what does this specific situation refer to?"

So far, apart from himself, this is the first time he has encountered a mortal who can communicate with ghosts and gods.

I don't know how this spiritism communicates with ghosts and gods.

Suddenly, he was full of curiosity about this spiritism and this high priest.

"This, I can't say."

Wu Wei shook his head and said, "If you want to know, you can ask the High Priest when he wakes up. If the High Priest is willing to tell you, my tribe and I will have no objection."

"Ok."

Chen Yan smiled slightly, and stopped asking any more questions, and followed Wu Wei back to the place where their tribe gathered with the medicinal materials.

When they came to the wooden house where Wu Wei lived, Wu Feng and Xue Ying were staring at each other.

There seemed to be no topic to discuss between the two of them, and they were all in a daze.

When Chen Yan was about to cook herbal meals, he realized that there were no pots and bowls here.

This result immediately made Chen Yan dumbfounded.

"Don't you usually cook? Or, don't you eat or drink?" Chen Yan asked in surprise.

"Do you think the dead need to eat?" Wu Feng asked back.

"This……"

Chen Yan choked slightly, speechless for a moment.

You don't even have to eat anything!
I really don't know how these people survive.

Or, their bodies are the bodies of dead people?
Living like this is really no fun at all!
Chen Yan silently sighed in his heart for a while, and stopped asking them for pots and bowls. He randomly found a piece of bluestone in the yard, cut the bluestone into a simple pot with his true energy, and started to make medicinal food.

Seeing Chen Yan busy there, the blood eagle was suddenly shocked, and the frenzy appeared in his eyes again.

The hard bluestone was like tofu in Chen Yan's hands!
Although he couldn't understand how Chen Yan did this for the time being, it didn't stop him from admiring Chen Yan.

For a moment, he even wanted to worship Chen Yan as his teacher!
Wu Feng lay lazily on the reclining chair, glanced sideways at Xueying, and said lightly: "Don't look, you can't learn it!"

"Why can't I learn?" Xue Ying asked subconsciously, looking sideways at Wu Feng.

"Because you are not that material." Wu Feng said bluntly.

Hearing Wu Feng's words, Xue Ying couldn't help but feel a little hot on his face, and after a while, he turned his head away in embarrassment.

Wu Wei squinted at Wu Feng, but Wu Feng didn't take it seriously, closed his eyes and lay there to rest.

While Chen Yan was making herbal meals, several groups of people came to Wu Wei's house, all of whom were attracted by the fireworks of Wu Wei's house.

None of them can remember the last time someone lived and cooked here.

Probably because they were too familiar with Wu Wei, these people never knocked on the door when they came in.

Seeing that Chen Yan was doing things there, and there was nothing special, these people left without saying a word. From the beginning to the end, almost no one said a word to Wu Wei and the others. After getting along for too long, they can say It's already over.

It is probably the saddest thing to be someone who is so familiar to him that he can hardly find anything to say.

After more than 40 minutes, Chen Yan finally made the medicinal meal, and brought the medicinal meal to Wu Wei directly together with the bluestone pot.

When the lid of the pot, which was also made of stone, was lifted, a refreshing fragrance lingered in the whole room.

"It smells so good!"

Smelling the smell of the medicinal food, Blood Eagle couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and sniffed vigorously, as if trying to remember the smell.

But Wu Wei and Wu Feng next to them looked numb, but they looked at the blood eagle with some envy.

They didn't know whether the medicinal food made by Chen Yan was fragrant or not, because they had no sense of smell at all.

Therefore, even if the medicinal food is smelly, as long as they can smell it, they will all be envious.

There may be many people who envy them for not being born, old, sick, and dying, but those people don't know that, in fact, they envy others more, and what they envy are the most ordinary and ordinary things, which can make them feel Something that is still alive.

"Try it!"

Chen Yan handed the wooden spoon to Wu Wei, "Although you can't taste the taste, this medicinal food is good for your body."

"Well, thank you."

Wu Wei forced a smile, put away his envious eyes, even though the medicinal food was still very hot, he went to scoop up the medicinal food and ate it.

Whether it is hot or not, what difference does it make to him?

Wu Wei's speed was very fast, delivering spoonful after spoonful to his mouth.

He didn't seem to be eating, just to complete the task.

I don't know why, looking at Wu Wei like this, Chen Yan felt that he was very pitiful, and the more he looked at it, the more sad he felt, and then he simply turned his head to the side and stopped watching this sad scene.

Blood Eagle seemed to have thought of something, and silently turned his head away.

These people of the ancient Wu clan, apart from not being born, old, sick, and dying, the rest are all suffering!
"Boom..."

Just when the two were secretly feeling emotional in their hearts, a dull voice suddenly came from their ears.

(End of this chapter)