Demon Venerable attaches great importance to

"laugh."

Lu Wuhui is not very interested in travel notes, and has never heard of the spirit fish in the dark river. He withdrew his consciousness a little bored, half-opened his eyes in the soup pond filled with faint orchid fragrance, and his body continued to sink Shen.

His black hair was immersed in the water like splashed ink, and amidst the white mist, only Lu Wuhui's face was exposed above the water, which was slightly powdered by the steam, like a small lotus flower emerging from the water.

"Why are you still catching fish?"

Lu Wuhui closed his eyes and rested his mind for a while, and couldn't help but "look" at Xie Daozhen with his spiritual sense, and found that Xie Daozhen was still in the dark river.

The young man didn't seem to have thought that the fish would be so difficult to catch, so he smiled embarrassedly, and replied in a low voice with some embarrassment: "I haven't caught it before..."

Lu Wuhui has never caught fish before, he was born as a young master, and after becoming a monk, he started to fast.

Lu Wuhui thanked Daozhen impatiently, and said, "You use magic to blow up the river and blow up all the fish to the sky."

Xie Daozhen: "..."

"You can't use spells. This kind of spirit fish is very sensitive, and it will run away when it detects spell fluctuations."

Lu Wuhui said lightly: "It's really troublesome."

He sent a voice transmission to Xie Daozhen: "Don't catch me, come back and discuss the Tao."

Xie Dao really didn't care about him.

Lu Wuhui "saw" that the young man suddenly sank into the dark river like a fish, without causing any ripples, just for a moment, the young man broke through the water, and the water drops rolled down along his quiet and delicate eyebrows, a snow-white The spirit fish fluttered between the young man's raised hands.

Finally caught.

Xie Dao was really relieved, he knew a lot of things, but he really didn't know how to catch fish, mainly because he had never done it before. Although the Xie family was in decline, there were still more than a dozen servants.I'm afraid even those servants have never done anything about catching fish.

Fortunately, not too embarrassing.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, I'll go back right away." Xie Daozhen said.

Lu Wuhui came out of the soup pond, put on a bright red shark silk shirt, used spells to dry his long hair, and walked up to Xie Daozhen with loose hair, silently watching the man play with the white-eyed spirit fish.

After watching for a while, Lu Wuhui said: "The stuff in the fish's belly must be taken out."

The young man who had just peeled off the scales paused, and silently did as Lu Wuhui said.

That's it, still want to eat spirit fish?Lu Wuhui hesitated, recalling a gourmet book he saw in the memory of the soul of another world, and casually guided Xie Daozhen.

After handling the fish, Lu Wuhui saw that the young man had a new trouble. The fish was there, but there was no pot to cook the fish soup.

"Medicine cauldron." Lu Wuhui said casually, "Or a teapot."

Then Lu Wuhui saw with satisfaction that the young man's face gradually stiffened. For some reason, he was happy to see Zhang San embarrassed.

Xie Daozhen heaved a long sigh, and felt that it was a wrong decision to catch fish.

Xie Dao really didn't use the cauldron, and of course it was impossible to use the teapot. If he used it, he probably would never be able to raise his head in front of Lu Wuhui who witnessed this scene.

Xie Daozhen used spiritual energy to wrap the fish and the spiritual spring water that Lu Wuhui put inside into a ball, suspended in the air, and cooked the ball with fire.

Lu Wuhui has been standing beside Xie Daozhen with his hands behind his back.

Xie Daozhen turned his head to look at Lu Wuhui, his ears were reddish, he had been busy just now, until now he noticed that Lu Wuhui was only wearing a loose red dress, Xie Daozhen turned his face back pretending to be calm , looking seriously at the aura ball he was cooking, as if it was some kind of rare treasure.

"Fellow Daoist Lu." Xie Daozhen asked with some shame: "How can the fish soup be considered ready?"

He is a majestic demon, but he is not a cook, how could he know?

Lu Wuhui had no choice but to flip through the cooked fish soup in the memory of the soul of another world, and answered the young man's question seriously.

Lu Wu answered concisely: "Bubbling."

Xie Daozhen: "..."

After a quarter of an hour, this hard-won fish soup was finally cooked.

"I've never tried soup before. This fish soup is made, thanks to fellow Daoist Lu. You must try it."

Xie Daozhen filled a bowl for Lu Wuhui with a jade bowl, he didn't care about Lu Wuhui's cold expression, and kindly let Lu Wuhui taste the soup.

Lu Wuhui looked down at the fish soup that Zhang San handed over. The jade bowl was green and the fish soup was thick and white with a special sweet smell. Three use spirit grass and spirit fruit to match.

Lu Wuhui had a strange feeling in his heart, he took the jade bowl, raised his eyes, and saw Zhang San looking at him, as if looking forward to him tasting it.

Suddenly, Lu Wuhui had the feeling that Zhang San's fish soup was specially made for him.

But this feeling only lasted for a moment, and it disappeared in Lu Wuhui's heart like a bubble, without leaving even a ripple.

Lu Wuhui then thought that Zhang San had made an oath to Tiandao that he would not harm him until the mining was over, and this bowl of fish soup should not be poisonous.

Thinking of this, Lu Wuhui finally pursed his lips slowly and took a sip, his expression relaxed.

"How is it?" The young man sitting opposite asked with a smile.

Lu Wuhui raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a flat tone: "Not bad."

Xie Daozhen smiled a little, his eyes shining brightly.

Lu Wuhui and Xie Daozhen came out of the darkened spirit stone veins, and after returning to Muhu City, the lotus in Muhu City bloomed.

Lu Wuhui still remembered the person who sold him the compass. He didn't know whether he was stupid or relied on him, but he still stayed in Wood Fox City.

Lu Wuhui hadn't met anyone who dared to lie to him about his Lingshi for hundreds of years, so he went directly to him.That person obviously recognized Lu Wuhui, but Lu Wuhui didn't let him say a word, and without saying a word, he simply killed that person.

Xie Daozhen hasn't left yet, he found an inn for Lu Wuhui in Muhu City, and he waited for Lu Wuhui at the window of the inn.

In the time for a cup of tea, Xie Daozhen saw a young man with a jade face and red lips walking down the street. His expression was indifferent and arrogant, his body was full of evil spirits, and his clothes were dazzling, like a peacock spreading its tail.

Sensing that someone was watching, Lu Wuhui followed his gaze. In the wooden window, Zhang San raised the wine glass in his hand to him.

Lu Wuhui paused, and nodded in return.

Walking into the second floor of the inn, Lu Wuhui sat directly opposite Xie Daozhen and said, "I'm leaving."

Xie Daozhen had expected it a long time ago, and there was no surprise, he just asked: "Do you want to leave now, Fellow Daoist?"

Lu Wuhui said: "Yes."

Xie Daozhen poured a cup of wine for Lu Wuhui, he didn't use the porcelain cup from the inn, he knew that Lu Wuhui was picky, so he used the coral cup from the mustard ring.

The color of the wine is green and the cup is bright red.

Lu Wuhui took it and drank it.

Xie Daozhen stared at Lu Wuhui, and said softly: "Requiem fruit, if you can't find it within three years, you can come to me. There is one in the secret realm of Chongxuanzong, and I will get it for you."

Lu Wuhui's expression didn't change. He and Zhang San had been in the Lingshi vein for a few months, and Zhang San probably already saw the incompatibility of his body and soul.

"Understood." Lu Wuhui said: "Chongxuanzong has the Requiem Fruit."

Although requiem fruit appeared in the large auctions in Zhongyu, it was not every time. If he really couldn't find it, he would go to Chongxuanzong.

Lu Wuhui stood up and threw a mustard ring to Xie Daozhen.

Xie Daozhen took the Mustard Seed Ring with some doubts, Lu Wuhui promised to give it to him already, so what is it?

Xie Daozhen scanned it with his spiritual sense, suspected that he was wrong, and read it again to confirm.

He raised his eyes and silently looked at Lu Wuhui: "Fellow Daoist, you seem to have taken the wrong mustard seed precept."

There are 1000 million spirit stones in this mustard ring, he scanned it twice.

"No mistake."

Lu Wuhui pulled his lips in a rare way: "Your wages."