In this weird world, I can consecrate the gods

Xiang Caizhu's words made Cui Yu shudder: What if human blood is weird?

The blood of aliens can radiate incredible energy. In a sense, this is a strange power.

Even the divine blood in his body still has incredible properties.

Cui Yu took Xiang Caizhu, one big and one small, and walked towards Daliang City.

"In this world, we still need to find a way to make a living." Cui Yu's mind was filled with countless thoughts.

As for using divine power to continuously transform food into matter?

That is something that only a fool would do. The consumption of divine power and the replenishment of divine power are not equal at all. He only dared to do this relying on the endless weird power in Xiaoli Village.

But the strange power will eventually be exhausted.

If the strange power of Xiaoli Village suddenly disappears one day, how will Cui Yu survive?

The only way he can replenish the divine power in his body now is to eat. Now that he has an iron-smelting hand, he can refine various elixirs and refined iron things to replenish and transform the divine power in his body.

However, consumption is not equal at all!

It takes at least ten bowls of rice to replenish the divine power he consumes to transform a bowl of corn.

The introductory mental method of "Canopy Transformation" can indeed produce strange power, but this method does not consume the power of heaven and earth, but consumes the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit in the human body, which is equivalent to internally consuming the person's spiritual foundation. He had stopped the Qi training formula a long time ago!

"There must be a way to make a living." Cui Yu had countless thoughts running through his mind.

Needless to say, there is no hope for growing food. If the source of the drought cannot be suppressed these days, the drought will never end.

"Raising pigs is a good choice." Cui Yu thought in his mind.

There is a severe drought in the world and the ground is thousands of miles away. The rivers are dry and the underground water veins are cut off. However, the Liangjie Mountains not far from Lijiacun have not been affected. The entire Liangjie Mountain is still covered with luxuriant grass, gurgling streams, and even clouds and rain from time to time, nourishing the mountain vegetation and all the spirits.

"You can go to the Liangjie Mountains to get some pig grass, and it will be good to feed two pigs. Meat is still delicious these days!" Cui Yu thought in his mind.

Even if the drought is resolved in the future, raising pigs can still supplement household income.

As for farming?

It is impossible to farm the land! It is impossible to farm even if you are killed!

Why do you think that is?

If you farm for a year, most of the food you produce will have to be handed over to others for rent. Are you happy?

If it were you, you would definitely not be happy either.

After a year of hard work farming, does he still have time to practice?

On the other hand, raising pigs can not only eat meat, but also supplement the household income, and still have time for cultivation.

"As for going out for a walk and seeing the scenery outside?" Cui Yu thought it was better to forget it. When I gather a drop of divine blood in the future, I can explore the Two Realms Mountain.

The entire Great Zhou Dynasty fell into drought, but the Two Realms Mountains were not affected at all. Couldn't it be that the biggest weirdness in the world is hidden inside?

These two mountains are enough for him to explore for a while.

All the way to Daliang City, it was already dawn.

After delivering the little girl Xiang Caizhu to the door of his house, Cui Yu touched the little girl's head: "When you go back, be a transparent person and don't be an eyesore in front of your stepmother. When you awaken your bloodline, there will be many opportunities for revenge in the future. Come back. If you go to beg for mercy now, you will only suffer physical pain."

Hearing this, Xiang Caizhu turned around and waved his hands slightly impatiently, and walked toward the door with his pigtails raised: "I know! You're the only one who's so long-winded!"

Until Xiang Caizhu disappeared, Cui Yu turned around and was about to leave, but saw a figure like an iron tower behind him blocking his way.

"Cui Yu." Xiang Yu was tall and majestic, standing there like a hill. Cui Yu had just reached the opponent's chest when he turned around and bumped into the opponent's chest. He couldn't help but take seven or eight steps back.

"It turns out to be Mr. Xiang." Cui Yu looked surprised. Looking at the strong man in a colorful brocade robe with a morning glory in his hair, he felt weird no matter how he looked at it.

"Didn't anyone tell you that civilians should take the initiative to salute and say hello when they see a noble?" Xiang Yu looked at Cui Yu, his eyes calm as if looking at an ant.

The visitor is not good!

Seeing Xiang Yu's attitude and expression, thoughts flashed in Cui Yu's mind.

"I have met Mr. Xiang." Cui Yu was helpless, but this is the way of the world. When civilians see nobles, they must take the initiative to salute, otherwise it will be a crime of disrespect.

"You saved my little sister. My Xiang family appreciates your love, but I don't think you are qualified to be friends with my little sister, especially since you went to her garden." Xiang Yu stared at Cui Yu.

He is angry!

There is a kind of homemade cabbage that seems to have been eaten by someone!

In the past, there were only three people who could go to Fang Yuan. But after something happened, he was the only one who could go to Fang Yuan. Now, a boy who didn't know the details appeared out of nowhere.

Xiang Yu had to admit that he was sore!

He's just a common man, but he's worthy of entering his little sister's garden?

Cui Yu looked at Xiang Yu without saying a word. It was best to choose silence at this time.

"You are all still young, as young as Mu Ai, and you don't know the difference between sects. Nobles will always be aristocrats, and common people will always be common people. He is a Zhu sect, and you are a Bamboo sect. A Zhu sect will always be a sect, and a wooden sect will always be a sect. It's a wooden door. It's better to separate now than to have a tragedy later." Xiang Yu stepped forward and patted Cui Yu on the shoulder: "My name is Xiang Yu. You saved my little sister. My Xiang family is grateful to you. If you have anything in the future, feel free to come to me. But you can’t look for my little sister again.”

"Looking for you? Can I really look for you?" Cui Yu looked at Xiang Yu.

"Of course." Xiang Yu nodded affirmatively, his face full of pride: "In Daliang City, I am the god. You will never experience this kind of status in your life."

"Why is the young master so powerful in Daliang City?" Cui Yu looked at Xiang Yu with admiration in his eyes:

"Then you help me kill Chen Sheng and eradicate the Chen family. It won't be difficult for you, right?"

Cui Yu looked at Xiang Yu with admiration in his eyes.

Xiang Yu's face turned dark.

"Can't you do it?" Cui Yu blinked and looked at Xiang Yu: "Isn't the young master Tian?"

"What does Shuzi know? There is no need to explain it to you. If Chen Sheng comes to trouble you in the future, just come to me."

After speaking, Xiang Yu stepped over Cui Yu and disappeared through the gate in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Looking at Xiang Yu's back, Cui Yu scratched his head: "Are all nobles such stinkers?"

He didn't want to argue with Xiang Yu. The other party was a noble. Let alone beating him, killing him would only cost him some more animals and cloth.

"Next time, I have to ask Xiang Caizhu to release two liters of his blood!" Cui Yu sneered, not letting Xiang Yu affect his mood, but continued to walk towards Sanwei Bookstore.

I walked to the road and bought some more bags, found a place where there were not many people, poured the polished rice in the Qiankun bag, then put it into the Qiankun bag and walked towards the alley.

It's still the familiar alley.

In the yard

Wang Yi lay on the table, staring at the door eagerly, taking a sip of cold water from time to time, and then raising his eyelids to look at the sun above his head.

"It's already three o'clock in the morning, why hasn't Junior Brother Cui come? I'm almost starving." Wang Yi sighed.

"Don't think about it. As long as that kid wasn't a fool, he wouldn't have come today." Nan Bei held the sword in his arms and drank cold water: "Have you ever seen that gentleman who doesn't teach writing, but only asks people to listen to scriptures? Don't talk about that kid. I'm just an ordinary person, even if I hadn't lost the argument with this scornful Confucian, I wouldn't have been deceived."

"Look what kind of life is this? You drink cold water all day long! If you continue like this, you will starve to death sooner or later." Nan Bei drank one bowl after another.

"Senior brother, why don't you go to the streets and do tricks again?" Wang Yi clutched his stomach, his stomach rumbling continuously.

"Didn't we play last night? No one watched us even after playing for half the night. Thanks to someone who brought us food, otherwise our brothers would have been hungry." Nan Bei said angrily:

"I have long told this old sour scholar to change the way he teaches so that he will not have to worry about food and clothing. But who would have thought that this old sour scholar would rather go hungry all day long and not look back even if his wife runs away."

"Elder brother, why don't you give me a sip of your wine to satisfy my hunger?" Nan Bei turned to look at Li Kunpeng.

Li Kunpeng rolled his eyes and continued to drink his own wine happily. Unlike the two people who were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs, Li Kunpeng's face was rosy and shiny, and he didn't feel any sense of hunger at all.

Cui Yu walked outside the gate, looked at the open space in the alley, took out all the grain, dried meat, and fine wine from the Qiankun bag, and piled half of the alley in front of the gate. When he walked to the gate, he saw the courtyard. of three people.

"Senior brothers, please be polite." Cui Yu called in front of the door.

"Junior brother, you...you're here!" Wang Yi's eyes lit up when he saw Cui Yu.

At this time, both Wang Yi and Nan Bei were sitting upright, without any sense of hunger as before, and seemed to be reading calmly.

"We agreed yesterday, how could I not come?" Cui Yu sat in front of the desk with a smile:

"Where's sir?"

"Sir, you are reviewing your lessons." Wang Yi interrupted Cui Yu and looked at him eagerly: "Fourth Junior Brother, has Shu Xiu taken care of you?"

"Of course I brought them. I piled rice, noodles and fine wine at the door." Cui Yu replied casually.

"Put it at the door, just bring it in." Wang Yi stood up and rushed straight to the door. Then he saw the mountains of corn, jars of wine and dried meat.

"So much? Are these all corn?" Wang Yi stood in front of the gate blankly, looking at the bags of corn, his mouth wide open in shock, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Of course!" Cui Yu said.

"Fourth Junior Brother, you are indeed a trustworthy person. From now on, I will take care of you." Wang Yi shouted excitedly, jumped up excitedly, and shouted to the yard: "Li Kunpeng, hurry up and move your things in."

Li Kunpeng stood up, came outside the yard, picked up the wine jar, and took a greedy sip: "Good wine! Good wine! Although it is not a magical medicine brewing, it is already the best in the world."

"Even through the lid, I can smell the aroma of the wine, and it's the best wine I've ever tasted!" Li Kunpeng waved his sleeves, and hundreds of jars of wine were rolled up and put into his sleeves, and then he waved his hand in the alley. , a hurricane blew up, and the hundreds of bags of grain were blown over the high wall and piled up in the yard.

Seeing this scene, Cui Yu's pupils shrank: Stranger? Qi practitioner?

"I'm going to cook!" Wang Yi opened the bag excitedly, and then exclaimed again: "Plain rice! This is polished rice! Polished rice that only nobles can eat!"

Turning to look at Cui Yu, his eyes were full of disbelief: "Junior Brother Cui, you won't tell me that these hundreds of bags of grain are all polished rice, right?"

"Of course." Cui Yu said with a smile: "Feel free to eat with an open appetite, I don't have much else at home, but there is a lot of food."

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Junior brother, you will be my biological brother from now on." Wang Yi went directly to the yard to wash the pots and cook.

"Junior brother, I'm not afraid of your jokes. Our master is so old and sour that he can't get out of bed because of hunger." Wang Yi showed his true feelings at this time.

"It's impossible. I already ordered dinner for you senior brothers last night. It's only been one night, why are you so hungry that you can't get out of bed?" Cui Yu was puzzled.

"As expected, you sent someone to deliver the food last night! I said, except for you, junior brother, how can anyone else care about us?" Wang Yi glanced at Cui Yu and secretly gave Cui Yu a thumbs up:

"You don't know, last night the master went to pick up the master and missed the dinner time. I thought the master ate at the master's house, so there was no leftover. All the food was eaten by us. Who knew yesterday afternoon The master walked more than ten miles and went to his wife's house. Not only did he not get a meal, but he was scolded and kicked back by his wife! The whole trip was tiring, and he was feeling angry. When he came back, he hugged his head and cried, and he was bedridden. .”

"No way? Are you so embarrassed? With Senior Brother's methods, is it difficult to get a bite to eat?" Cui Yu looked at Li Kunpeng.

"Our master has the rules of a master and only eats what he has worked hard to earn." Wang Yi smiled bitterly.

Cui Yu was stunned, there are such stubborn and foolish people in the world?

Would you rather starve to death than eat food obtained by any means?

"Our master is just a sour scholar." Li Kunpeng drank Moutai, his eyes full of intoxication.

"It's not a rude scholar, it's the master's way!" Nan Bei corrected him.

Cui Yu was puzzled, could Tao be more important than filling his stomach?

The rice was cooked quickly, and the steaming aroma spread in the yard. Then Nanbei went into the house and helped the trembling, sweating and extremely weak old scholar out of the house.

At this time, the old scholar's face was pale, and his lips were covered with thick dead skin. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and streaks of sweat dripped down his hair.

The old Confucian scholar traveled dozens of miles overnight. He was tired, hungry, and simmering with anger. He fell ill immediately after returning.

Who would have thought that the old Confucian scholar who could speak with strange power would be so weak at this time?

"Sir, please have a meal. This rice is sent by our junior brother, feel free to eat it." Wang Yi came up and placed a bowl of rice in front of the old Confucian scholar.

Bacon is added to the rice, which looks delicious and shiny.

The old Confucian scholar glanced at Cui Yu and just smiled awkwardly: "They say Baiwuyi is a scholar, but a scholar who can do what I do is unprecedented, and it has embarrassed the sage master."

The old Confucian scholar picked up the rice and ate it slowly into his mouth.

Even if he is extremely hungry, he still chews slowly and slowly.

The rice entered the old Confucian scholar's stomach, and the sweat on the old Confucian scholar's body stopped immediately, and his pale face returned to rosy within a few breaths.

How can you still feel weak after eating a bowl of rice?

Slowly putting down the rice, the old Confucian scholar looked at the mountains of food piled up in the yard: "You sent them all?"

"Yes." Cui Yu said.

The old Confucian scholar nodded: "For me, it doesn't matter whether it's a bowl of rice, a mountain of corn, or even empty-handed. It all depends on a sincere heart. Confucianism, Taoism, and knowledge are indescribably precious, and only sincerity can exchange."