I really want to be a cook

In the eyes of some people, the truth is only the one that is always made up by his own brain.

As for how others explain it, it cannot shake their cognition.

Maybe this is called the will of the barbarian.

Fortunately, the situation is not too bad now.

At the same time, Jiang Ping also warned himself from the bottom of his heart that it would be better to do less of this kind of dangerous work alone in the future.

Even if you know some historical processes, it is not a panacea. Who knows if you will encounter a second mental patient.

As far as he knows, all those who are advanced in martial arts seem to have some minor mental problems.

Now he is not the time to die when he wanted to die.

"I can heal your wounds."

Jiang Ping said so.

"Ok?"

Qiu Daoyu, who was waiting to die with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

Jiang Ping stared at Qiu Daoyu's cloudy and withered eyes, and said seriously:

"I can heal your wounds!"

There seemed to be a gleam of light in Qiu Daoyu's eyes:

"You know what you're talking about?"

"It's just some small yin fires."

Jiang Ping looked like that.

Qiu Daoyu shook his head and said with a mocking smile:

"What do you take Mozun Jiuyou's Netherworld ghost fire big handprint? Just a small Yinhuo? Boy, what makes you so confident?!"

However, Jiang Ping's words gave him a glimmer of hope that had long since been crushed by reality.

Another most important point is that Jiang Ping does not seem to be the heir of his enemy.

After all, in his current state, it is not too difficult to take his life.

So it was Demon Lord Jiuyou?

hum!

I'm afraid you don't know that standing in front of you is the future Mozun Wuxie, and a good brother Mojun Qiye who is in charge.

Just ask if you are afraid?

What the devil, Jiuyou, was pushed to death on the beach by the waves sooner or later.

Jiang Ping had a lot of lust in his heart, and finally suppressed the timidity that arose after hearing the name of the Mozun.

God knows that Qiu Daoyu offended such a big man.

Mozun Jiuyou, the contemporary great master of the Demon Sect, as for other masters of the Nether Ghost Valley, the master of the reincarnation of the magic soldiers, the second nightmare of righteous people, and the heart-thief of thousands of girls...

Do these gibberish titles matter?

Of course it matters!

Randomly picking out a name here can make Ye Yulou, who is chasing him now, unable to hold up his head.

Not to mention, just the name of a great master is enough to shock half the world.

How did the hanging hair resist the pressure of Demon Lord Jiuyou back then?

Jiang Ping thought of the status of the so-called nobleman who subdued Qiu Daoyu.

Ma De, the status of a prince is amazing!

Seeing that Jiang Ping's face became cloudy after hearing the name of Demon Lord Jiuyou, Qiu Daoyu believed that Jiang Ping had no malicious intentions.

Otherwise, he should be extremely happy at this moment.

But on the surface, Qiu Daoyu smiled strangely:

"What? Hearing the name of the Demon Lord, I was so scared that I couldn't speak."

"Since you can find out my identity, you can tell that guy Jiuyou as much as possible, maybe he will reward you with some bones when he is happy.

Hahaha"

Hearing this, Jiang Ping gritted his teeth.

If you want to eat meat, you can't be afraid of being beaten.

For him now, the Nine Nether Demon Lord who is far away in the sky is not important, the most important thing is to solve the current crisis.

Many of his next plans will use the master Qiu Daoyu.

Without him, even if he breaks through the ranks and reaches the realm of the Grandmaster, he won't be able to bluff too many people. After all, he can't improve his combat effectiveness all at once.

He wants to develop and grab meat from others. What is the most important thing?

Fist is the most important!

Qiu Daoyu is his hardest fist.

"Senior, you don't need to provoke me. Since I came here, I'm not afraid of troubles later."

It was rare for Jiang Ping to show some responsibility.

"If I can heal senior's injury, I need senior to do one thing for me."

Qiu Daoyu wondered:

"Are you really not afraid of Demon Lord Jiuyou?

Back then, when I opened the gate of heaven and broke through the master, I could be regarded as high-spirited, but I just felt that I was the only one in the world.

Then Lu met Demon Lord Jiuyou, and if they disagreed with each other, they drew their swords to face each other.

At that time, he was still in the realm of a master, with the nine forms of the Netherworld, and he only used the three forms of mahamudra to break off the magic sword Heiming that I am famous for.

He spared my life to let me die in pain.

If you cure me, he will definitely come to you when he finds out, so don't take any chances. "

Jiang Ping snorted and said, "If I say I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid!"

At this moment, he only felt that his palms were full of sweat.

Qiu Daoyu laughed loudly:

"Okay, since you are not afraid, why should I be afraid?! If you want to use my magic knife, then take it!"

Chapter 54 Healing That Drains Your Savings

The smoke curled up.

The breeze blows, and the fragrance of medicine overflows.

It is obviously a medicinal smell that is difficult for ordinary people to accept, but mixed with some special spices, it actually hooks people's gluttons, and makes them feel like they are in love with drinking medicine.

The middle-aged old Wang next door was gnawing on a piece of pig's trotter vigorously. As a butcher, he would never be short of these oils and water.

Opposite her daughter, Xiaojuan, who was returning to her natal home, had some bruises on her forehead. It was said that she had fought with her husband. Xiaojuan was drinking porridge quietly, she was a very quiet girl.

Suddenly, Feng'er sent in the scent of medicine.

The middle-aged old Wang sniffed his nose. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the hoof in his hand was no longer fragrant.

"Don't eat!"

The middle-aged old Wang threw away his hooves, stood up, opened his clothes, revealing his oily belly, and patted hard, causing a wave of waves.

"This matter, I must seek an explanation from his mother's Du family!"

"My daughter can't be beaten for nothing!"

"Wow, it smells so good!"

As soon as Qiu Ba entered the room, he could smell this unique fragrance, and then saw Jiang Ping walking out of the kitchen holding a cup of soup.

"My lord, let go, I'll come, I'll come!"

Qiu Basan took two steps at a time, rushed up, took the tray from Jiang Ping, and said with a smile:

"You can just tell me to do this kind of rough work, so there's no need for you to do it yourself."

Jiang Ping nodded to him and gave him the tray.

Speaking of it, Qiu Ba is also a strange flower.

A few days ago, he and Qiu Daoyu told Qiu Ba his identity.

Qiu Ba was almost overjoyed when he found out that his own father turned out to be a legendary martial arts master, the kind who could fight hundreds of times.

That's when he trembled on the spot, and between the words, he kicked Shuoyang Eighteen Martial Arts Hall and punched the three major gangs in the south of the city with arrogance.

Even if he told him later that his own father is now a useless person with little strength, it still couldn't dampen the excitement on Qiu Ba's face.

This made Jiang Ping still a little worried about whether there would be cheating results, and he regretted telling him the truth.

But it's not good not to say it, after all, Qiu Ba is Qiu Daoyu's own son, and he can't avoid many things in the future, so it's better to inform him in advance, which can be regarded as more observation time.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Qiu Ba returned to his previous appearance. It seemed that he never knew the real identity of his father.

It's just that he respects and respects Jiang Ping even more.

It's not just because of Jiang Ping giving him money, but also because he knows that Jiang Ping is going to help his father cure his illness.

Of course, there is one small change.

Qiu Ba kicked open the door, holding the tray tightly with both hands to prevent the medicinal soup from the tea cup on it from spilling out, but his attitude was very presumptuous:

"Old cough cough, father, it's time to drink medicine."

Well, it was his address to his own father that finally changed from Laoqiu to Daddy.

After a while, Qiu Ba withdrew and shouted backwards as he walked:

"Father, the medicines and ingredients in you are so expensive, you have to eat them all, and don't leave a single drop, or I will kill you."

I just said outside the gate that my dad said I was a little bastard! "

"Ahem, cough, get out!"

There was a roar from inside.

"Okay."

Qiu Ba continued to shout:

"Remember to drink up!"

Then he walked over to Jiang Ping who was sitting in the yard drinking tea and lingered, looking hesitant to speak.

Jiang Ping naturally took it for granted that he didn't see it.

"That, son?"

"Ok?"

"Don't you want to ask me something?"

"Ask you what?"

"For example, I know that my father is a grandmaster with a hundred feelings? Another example, after my father recovers, how can I make a hundred plans for domineering?

Anyway, just ask. "

"You want to ask if I can cure your father?"

Qiu Ba's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously, as if he was about to meet a confidant in life.

"That's it!"

"To be honest, it's more difficult than I imagined."

Jiang Ping said slowly.