The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

"Senior Brother, can I stop eating chicken? I really don't want to eat it anymore!" Tutu complained as he looked at Ouyang, who had a cat face.

Ouyang smiled awkwardly, wiped his face that was blackened by soot, and placed a bowl of strange-looking magical food on the table.

There was a pool of unknown black fluid in the bowl, with black bubbles emerging from time to time. It looked as sticky as the asphalt used for road construction in the previous life.

Ouyang looked at Tutu with a reluctant look on his face, and immediately scolded: "The child is growing up, how can he not eat? Drink this bowl of Eight Treasure Chicken Soup!"

Hu Tutu took a look into the bowl, looked at Ouyang with a puzzled look and asked, "Elder brother, is this chicken soup? Why is there no soup?"

"There is no soup in the chicken soup, which only means that this is a spiritual chicken that has been raised for two and a half years!" Ouyang said without blinking.

"But, the pretty guy didn't even eat!" Hu Tutu complained, pointing at the pretty guy who was squatting at the door of the kitchen as soon as meal time came, ready to sneak in at any time.

Now when the handsome boy arrives at dinner time, he hides as far away as possible!

Ever since Nascent Soul, Tutu seems to have had some enlightenment and is no longer as easy to fool as before!

Ouyang looked at the black sticky substance in the bowl and was a little confused.

This bowl of dark magical food has long lost the appearance of its original ingredients, and some of it is just a return to its original black consistency.

Ouyang himself couldn't figure out what was going on.

Obviously these meals were prepared by Changsheng in advance, but they didn't look like this when they were taken out of the ice cellar.

Mingming Changsheng also told himself that he only needed to warm it up, but just heating it up already involved his own knowledge blind spot.

Who the hell can light a fire and cast spells according to the Five Elements Qimen?

What Ouyang didn't expect was that because the ingredients were all spiritual grass and spiritual animals, the cooking methods were completely different from ordinary people.

Go take a look at the instructions for reheating rice written on the stove:

For half a quarter of an hour, use Sanyang Dan Fire, for half a quarter of an hour, use Taiyin Deficiency Fire, and for a quarter of an hour, use Taiping Qinghuo.

This cooking is even better than making an elixir!

When Ouyang was trying to get angry, he quickly flipped through his book "Five Elements Techniques from Getting Started to Entering the Earth".

I haven't even finished reading the book, and I haven't even memorized the techniques.

The pot in front of me is almost on fire!

Hot meal? It was so hot that Ouyang almost jumped into the pot to heat himself up.

Thinking of this, Ouyang looked at Hu Tutu's skirt which already had a torn edge and only needed to be mended with a few stitches.

But I can't do it myself, because I can't mend Hu Tu's clothes with ordinary needles and threads.

Hu Tu's little skirt is made of cloth woven from spiritual silk, which is impervious to water and fire, very strong, and has the effect of being close to the vitality of heaven and earth.

This also resulted in the fact that ordinary needles and threads could not be used at all. I finally managed to sew with ordinary needles and threads, but they were absorbed by the spiritual silk in the blink of an eye.

Sew? Can't sew at all.

Tutu is like a skinny monkey at this age. He can't sit still all day long, and his clothes are in tatters after only a few days of wear.

Speaking of which, being able to wear clothes made of spiritual silk into tatters in a few days is considered a skill!

Whether it's cooking or sewing clothes, Ouyang, who originally boasted that Haikou would be fine, is now in catastrophic trouble.

Not only do I have to battle with the stove all day long, I even have to battle with the needle and thread.

After Chen Changsheng left, Ouyang felt a little exhausted mentally and physically.

These people on the small mountain peak seem to have been turned into trash by the immortals!

At this time, the more I miss my parents!

"Senior Brother, I am already a monk in the Nascent Soul stage now. I have been fasting for a long time, so I don't need to eat anymore, right?" Hu Tu asked cautiously and tentatively while looking at Ouyang with a tangled look on his face.

It’s not that Tutu doesn’t want to eat, it’s that he simply can’t swallow the food cooked by his senior brother!

Ouyang opened his mouth and tried to persuade Tutu to eat something, but Tutu clapped his hands as if he had thought of something and said loudly: "I haven't finished the homework Grandpa Headmaster left for me yet, I have to do it now! "

After saying that, he quickly slipped into his room, held a Taoist scripture, and started reading aloud while shaking his head.

Being able to make Hu Tutu, who hates learning the most, take the initiative to learn, is also a victory from another aspect.

Ouyang held his breath in his chest and looked to the west. Only Bai Feiyu was left sitting cross-legged on the tree with his eyes closed and meditating.

Immediately finding his next target, Ouyang eagerly shouted to Bai Feiyu on the tree: "Xiao Bai, come down and eat the food, it's hard to make it!"

Bai Feiyu opened his eyes slightly and glanced at the bowl of strange-shaped things in Ouyang's hand. Laws flowed in his eyes, and the first thing he saw disappeared from the place.

Ouyang looked around, but in the end he couldn't do anything to himself, so he had to grab the pretty boy who was trying to escape, put his head on the table, and said kindly: "Pretty boy, usually you can only eat chicken bones, but now you can't. It’s yours, eat it all!”

The handsome boy whose head was pressed shook his head desperately. Although he was a dog, his master looked more like a dog than him.

The dogs shook their heads when they saw the contents in this bowl!

Ouyang was lying on the recliner, with a listless handsome boy lying next to him.

Since Chen Changsheng also left, Xiaofeng seems to have become much quieter.

First, Xiao Feng went down the mountain, Lao Er went into seclusion, Chang Sheng went to ask questions, Xiao Bai devoted himself to cultivating the divine law, and Hu Tutu went to Qingyun Peak to listen to sermons every day.

Everyone has something to do and everyone is busy.

It seems that I have become an empty-nest senior brother, doing nothing all day long.

Two-fifths of the system mission has been completed, and there are still three destiny villains missing.

Staying on a small mountain every day, the destined villain will not fall from the sky and stretch his neck to be killed by him.

As for the matter of going to work as a jailer in Qiansha Valley, the old man in charge has not replied to him yet.

I heard that that place is not accessible to ordinary people.

The Nine Holy Lands are connected with each other and have portals for each other, but Qiansha Valley does not.

That place seemed isolated from the rest of the world.

Ouyang also read the introduction about Qiansha Valley.

The content in the book is only a few words, and it is very one-sided to say that there is a place where nothing can grow and no life can be born.

Others don't have any useful information.

Dong Xuzi said that he was afraid of karma, so those demons were locked up in the forbidden area of ​​Qiansha Valley.

Ouyang didn't believe a word of this.

There is a legend of Dong Xuzi circulating outside. This Qingyun Sect leader killed tens of thousands of demons by one person during the great battle between Taoists and demons.

The Taoist robe was dripping with blood, and ten of his spiritual swords were broken, from Qingyun Sect to the Demon Realm, and then back again.

Even if there are discrepancies in the legend, Dong Xuzi is definitely not the kind of person who is afraid of cause and effect.

What kind of secrets does Qiansha Valley have that it is necessary to imprison all those demons there?

Ouyang was very curious.

But these are all things for later. Now that I have nothing to do, I look like an empty-nest master.

Ouyang turned over on the recliner, looked at the sky boredly and murmured:

"I seem to be looking for something to do, even if it's a little fun!"