Dressed as a scumbag and survived with a vest

"Master, is he really not the original Yan Qing?" Qilin asked in a complicated tone.

In the midair outside the cave, it was raining heavily. Wu Jinyun sat on the Qilin, surrounded by a transparent barrier to block the wind and rain.

After the lightning, rumbling thunder rolls past.

The rainwater fell down like broken beads, crackling.

Wu Jinyun lowered his head and flipped through the "Little Grass Collection" that was rubbed to the corners in his hands, his eyes dimmed.

"Little Grass Collection" has been read repeatedly, and the traces and edge marks that have been pressed out are exactly the same as those seen in the light of the jade talisman in the past.

Take out the commonly used jade talismans, and the two jade talismans are perfectly matched.

Everything proved that what the man in the cave said was true.

Wu Jinyun's eyes were even darker.

Ten years ago, he didn't understand why children always refused to reveal their identities, why simple cultivation methods needed to be learned by picking up masters, and now he finally understands.

Only ordinary people from other worlds would not even understand the most basic knowledge of cultivation, would be deceived one after another in Gujiao City, and would not even be able to read all the words.

In the cave below, the dim light flickered and flickered, the cave was not deep, and one could see the man curled up, pitifully huddled together, obviously still the face and figure that he hated, but now it turned out to be cute.

"He's not Yan Qing."

Wu Jinyun threw "Little Grass Collection" and jade charms into the storage bag.

After reaching a conclusion, Qilin was speechless for a moment and asked, "What should we do next?"

Wu Jinyun was silent, and after a while he said, "I don't know what to do with him."

Yan Qing thought about the future painfully, and felt that she would have a better chance of surviving if she didn't return to the Lingzong of the Qing Dynasty, so she decided to change her course if she had the chance—if the senior was willing to let him escape.

Nine times out of ten, the seniors will take him back to the Qing Lingzong and announce his identity as an outsider in public. It is up to him to choose whether to braise in soy sauce or steam.

Thinking of the gloomy future, Yan Qing shrinks back even more humblely, her heart is cold, her body is also cold...it seems too cold.

He lowered his head, and at some point, small puddles gathered on the ground, and the dry grass absorbed the water, making his entire butt wet.

Looking along the puddle to the entrance of the cave, it turned out that it was raining too much outside and the cave was too shallow, and the rainwater poured into the cave to form a thin stream.

Seeing this scene, Yan Qing exploded.

A passer-by bullied him, a poisonous snake bullied him, his predecessors bullied him, and now even God bullies him!

Wow, I can't get through this day!

Yan Qing was full of grievances, and cursed with red eyes: "My God! Why is it raining so well! How can I sleep?"

After roaring a few words, the nasal sound gradually became more pronounced.

The rain was still pouring down, and he left without pity because of his bad luck.

Knowing that the effort was wasted, Yan Qing bowed her head in frustration, and sat back in front of the fire to plant mushrooms.

outside the cave.

Hearing the angry curse, Wu Jinyun rubbed the center of his brows, sighed lightly, and drew out the formula. The barrier around him expanded rapidly, covering the entire mountain and even the small cave.

Yan Qing squatted for a while, and found that the sound of the rain had become quieter. She stretched out her head, and the heavy rain outside actually stopped.

Yan Qing was a little happier, moved away, and held the wet hay on the fire to roast.

After roasting for a while, a gust of wind came in from the outside, followed by a thick quilt covering Yan Qing's head.

Yan Qing hastily tore off the quilt and put it aside, so as not to be burned by the fire.

After packing up, Yan Qing held the quilt in a daze, and said hesitantly, "Senior, you gave this to me?"

No one answered.

Yan Qing waited for a while, convinced that the other party would not answer her, adhering to the principle of using for nothing, throwing the quilt on the dry stone floor and lying on it.

The futon warms the body.

A monk like Yan Qing who has undergone physical training can theoretically sleep once a few days instead of every day. However, Yan Qing used to like to sleep in late. Retained the habit of sleeping every day.

He wrapped himself into a ball, thinking in his heart, if the senior gave him a quilt, he probably didn't mean to kill him?

Or, the last warmth before execution?

Yan Qing covered her head with the quilt, determined not to think about the future.

"Grumble."

There was an unbearable sound from the stomach.

Yan Qing sat up again, took out the spiritual fruit from the storage bag and gnawed a couple of mouthfuls.

In order to prevent people from discovering his identity, he has never eaten food other than spirit fruit since time travel, and he has never even tasted food from another world. It seems a pity to die like this!

"It would be nice if there was meat to eat." Yan Qing said while gnawing on the spiritual fruit. She hadn't eaten meat for a long time, and she was so greedy that she panicked.

Thinking of meat, countless Kung Pao Chicken, Spicy Rabbit Head, Peking Duck, and Braised Beef come to mind, and Yan Qing suddenly feels that the spiritual fruit in his mouth is tasteless and it is a pity to discard it.

After taking two bites, I couldn't go on, so I threw it aside.

He was lying in the quilt, ready to eat chicken legs in his dream.

With a snap, something flew in.

Yan Qing sat up when she heard the movement, and at a glance she saw a rooster with colorful feathers lying beside the fire.

The body is plump, the feathers are gorgeous, and the tail is long and beautiful.

The rooster seemed to have injured its wings and couldn't jump up. After being thrown by the fire, it stood up on its two short legs. Its black bean-like eyes stared angrily at Yan Qing, and its pointed beak opened and let out a cooing sound. Goo yelling.

Yan Qing was taken aback by the frisky rooster, and couldn't help but ask, "Senior, did you catch this rooster for me?"

No one answered.

Taking advantage of Yan Qing's dazed effort, the rooster escaped out of the cave with his butt pouted, and when he ran to the entrance of the cave, he seemed to be blocked by something, but was bounced back again.

Yan Qing followed, grabbed the rooster by the tail and dragged it back to the cave.

"Cuckoo -!" the rooster screamed.

Yan Qing swallowed her saliva, touched the rooster's leg, it was very fat, it must be delicious when roasted.

"Thank you senior!" Yan Qing was sincerely grateful and thanked loudly.

Still no one answered, as if Yan Qing was the only one in the whole forest.

Yan Qing guessed that the senior should be relatively cold and disdainful to communicate with such a small character, so she stopped wasting effort to communicate and caught the rooster to prepare for a big meal.

Then--

Then he stares with the angry cock.

For a long time.

"Why don't you eat?" The senior couldn't hold back and asked.

When Yan Qing heard the voice, all her muscles tensed up, she looked around and scratched her head in embarrassment, "I... I have never killed a chicken before."

The problem of modern people: I have eaten pork, but I have never seen a pig run away, I have eaten countless chickens, but I have never killed a single chicken.

Facing the angry rooster, Yan Qing had difficulty making a move for a while.

"..." The senior seemed to be overwhelmed by his words.

"Cuckoo!" The angry rooster glared at Yan Qing with unyielding eyes, and let out a cry of protest.

Its heroic demeanor still struggling in the desperate situation, and its courage to accept its fate despite knowing that there is nothing it can do, deeply shocked Yan Qing's heart.

Yan Qing couldn't help thinking: Is he going to hurt an angry and heroic soul?Was he going to hurt a rooster who was in the same predicament as he was?

Click.

Yan Qing broke the neck of the unyielding soul while crying, and lifted the rooster to the fire with complicated and inexplicable emotions.

"You bake like this?" The senior said again.

Yan Qing was at a loss, "Can't you?"

He shook the body of the unyielding soul, and seemed to hear the patient inhalation of the senior.

A huge burst of spiritual power poured into the cave, Yan Qing was pushed onto the quilt, and the unyielding soul in her hand was taken away, flying and spinning in the air, and then the feathers were stripped off, revealing a white, tender and plump body.

Click, the unyielding soul fell from the sky.

Yan Qing took it with her hand and said gratefully, "Thank you senior."

The spiritual power receded like a tide.

Yan Qing held the unyielding soul and roasted on the fire. The white meat was roasted with oil, and the chicken skin was roasted golden brown, sizzling, and soon bursts of oily aroma. If you sprinkle salt, cumin, and chili, it will surely It is supremely delicious!

"Senior, do you have any salt, cumin, or chili?" Yan Qing subconsciously asked loudly.

"..."

After Yan Qing yelled, she felt that she was too bold, but she had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to bribe the water she said: "Senior, please trust my grilling skills, the food I bake must be delicious! Try it later, do you have any salt?"

"no!"

The bribe failed, Yan Qing said in a dazed voice, "Oh."

The first half of the chicken has been roasted, but the second half has not been roasted, so it is not convenient to hold it in hand, Yan Qing carefully asked: "Senior, do you have a big stick?"

"What do you want a big stick for? Looking for a beating?" The voice of the senior was high and cold.

Yan Qing hurriedly said, "I want to roast chicken, but it's not convenient to hold it in my hand."

The senior refused: "No."

Yan Qing was embarrassed: "Oh."

He felt that the senior was a little angry, perhaps because he didn't have a big stick.

Thinking of her identity as a prisoner, Yan Qing didn't dare to be presumptuous any more, she looked around the cave silently, looking for a tool at hand.

For a moment, his gaze slowly fell on the Zhiling Sword on the cave wall.

The natal sword of a cultivator can be hung on the waist as a decoration, and can be retracted from the dantian, stretching freely.

Vegetable scum like Yan Qing must not know how to take the natal sword back to his dantian, so he always hangs the sword on his waist.

Yan Qing drew out the Zhiling Sword, and put the rooster on top.

"You use Zhiling Sword to roast chicken?" Senior's voice was strange.

Yan Qing blinked, carefully turned over the roast, "Can't you?"

"..."

The senior didn't answer.

Yan Qing continued to roast the chicken. When it was almost done, she tore off a piece of meat and tasted it. The meat was very tender and smooth, with a slight salty-sweet taste.

good smell!

"Senior, do you want to eat?" Yan Qing asked enthusiastically.

No one answered.

It should be no more.

Yan Qing tore open half of the chicken, and planned to save half to eat tomorrow, but just after tearing it off, a gust of wind rushed into the cave, rolled up half of the chicken and left.

Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, then secretly heaved a sigh of relief.Taking people with short hands and eating people with soft mouths, for the sake of roast chicken, the seniors should not shout and kill.

So inside and outside the cave, the happy sound of eating chicken resounded, which was extremely harmonious.

Yan Qing gnawed off half of the chicken, went outside the cave and used the water in the puddle to wash her hands and face, then crawled back to the bed and lay down, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep contentedly.

"It smells so good, can I have a bite, Master?"

In the mid-air outside the cave, Qilin was so attracted by the scent that he swallowed his saliva, and even lost his invisibility.

Wu Jinyun didn't raise his head, and ate the chicken by himself, with an elegant posture, as if he didn't hear Qilin's words.

"Hmph, I'll bake it myself!" Qilin was so angry that he left his master who was eating alone, rushed into the forest, and soon caught a spirit chicken back.

It raised its head and spit out the real unicorn fire, ready to roast the rooster like Yan Qing, but when the fire sprayed out, the rooster instantly turned into black fly ash, and disappeared in the wind.

Qilin: "..."

Wu Jinyun ate the last chicken leg, clapped his hands gracefully, and sneered: "Idiot."

The next day Yan Qing woke up comfortably, the sky was bright, a dazzling red sun rose at the end of the forest, and the sky was filled with colorful clouds.

After the baptism of rain, the world has a new look.

Seeing the beautiful scenery, Yan Qing was in a good mood, and then remembered that her life was in the hands of an unknown senior, and became depressed again.

"Senior, where are we going?" He asked tentatively.

"Didn't you go back to the Qing Lingzong?" The voice of the senior was lazy.

really!

He wants to bring me back to Qing Lingzong to expose my identity!

Yan Qing's heart was shocked.

No, the world is so big and I haven't seen it yet, so I can't just die like this.

Eyeballs rolled, Yan Qing suddenly covered her stomach and shouted: "It hurts! It hurts!"

"Where does it hurt?" the senior asked.

Yan Qing grabbed the cave wall, frowned and said in pain: "My stomach hurts, the roast chicken I ate last night is poisonous! I'm poisoned!"

"..."

After a moment of silence, the senior replied coldly: "It's not poisonous."

"Yes!" Yan Qing insisted, "Otherwise, why would my stomach hurt... Oh, it hurts me to death! Senior, come out and save me!"

Another moment of silence.

A moment later, a man with a strong build and short hair suddenly appeared in front of the cave and waved at him, "Let me see if you are poisoned."

The man looked like a practicing family boy, with a handsome face, bulging muscles in his arms, and short, golden hair, he looked like a non-mainstream delinquent in modern times.

"It hurts so much, senior..." Yan Qing yelled while clutching her stomach.

The man came over and pressed his stomach, and asked tentatively, "Does it hurt here?"

While he was bending over, Yan Qing raised the saber in his hand and held the hilt of the Zhiling Sword, with his spiritual power flowing backwards, he slammed the back of the man's head hard.

The man got down instantly.

Yan Qing rose with the sword and flew to the sky.

"I'm sorry senior! I don't want to die, please forgive me!"