Abandoned son to become god

The Samsara Realm was instantly blocked from all words, he looked at Zong Heng slightly lowered his head, and said in a gentle tone that was different from usual: "Ru Zun has done a fortune telling for the deity, saying that Shen Qi is the one in the deity's life." In the catastrophe of the great calamity, if you succeed, you will live, and if you fail, you will die. Although this deity still can't figure out the reason for this catastrophe, since this deity has decided to accept him as a disciple, he will definitely protect him in this life. No matter what his aptitude is, he will be the only one of this deity. apprentice."

"Your Majesty!" The reincarnation realm really doesn't understand why Zong Heng, who has always been indifferent, is so stubborn about Shen Qi, but Zong Heng doesn't want to talk to him anymore, because the fishing rod moved .

Zong Heng let go of his hand and slowly reeled the fishing line, and after taking in the cloud fish as huge as three adult men with his sleeves, he led Shen Qi and walked straight towards the palace behind him.

The Samsara Realm stood still, watching Shen Qi follow Zong Heng's footsteps step by step, the moonlight hung high, gradually overlapping and merging the two separate reflections until they were inseparable.

In the night, he sighed heavily, with helplessness and melancholy in his eyes, bent down and picked up the meal that no one was eating with one hand, and walked back along the way he came.

Seeing that the reincarnation realm did not follow, Shen Qi asked, "Master, won't that old ghost eat?"

Zong Heng said: "He has eaten."

"Ah! That old ghost really went too far!" Shen Qi said angrily, "It's really disgusting to see me hungry and eat free food!"

Zong Heng raised his lower lip and didn't speak, assuming that he had accepted Shen Qi's accusation.

The two walked around the criss-crossing corridors and arrived at the small kitchen, but when Shen Qi opened the door and saw the dust-free kitchen utensils, they fell into a brief silence.

It was his fault, knowing that there is not even food for mortals on Wuliang Mountain, how could he expect someone to cook? !How naive!

Zong Heng didn't think about what to do with the fish in the cloud. Usually, he didn't need to do it, and his disciples sent it to him. He just waited for him later, and after knowing that he was happy, no one else appeared. At this.

Thousands of years have passed, and he has actually forgotten about it.

Zong Heng hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and was about to say something.

Shen Qi had already rolled up his sleeves, smiled at him and said, "Master, it seems that today you can try my handicraft!"

After talking about Shen Qi, he happily lifted the little scorpion in the corner to the firewood stove, and said: "Master, the main reason is that I am too hungry now, and I want to keep everything simple, so is it possible, Master, to help my disciple get some water?" Come out with the fire?"

"It's not difficult." Zong Heng raised his finger.

Shen Qi immediately shouted: "Wait, wait, wait!" He pointed to the pot on the top, and then pointed to the place where the fire was made below, "Put the water in the pot, and light the firewood by the way, by the way, Master, do you have any seasoning?"

Zong Heng looked at him indifferently.

Shen Qi slapped his forehead, thinking he asked a stupid question.

Zong Heng said: "There is no need to be so troublesome."

With a flick of his cuff, the fish in the cloud, which was enough to fill the entire room, hung in the air with crystal clear scales. It also flicked its huge tail in vain, stirring up the surrounding energy, causing waves of ripples, forming hazy Yun Wu wanted to hide, so as to break free from Zong Heng's control.

Zong Heng's expression remained unchanged, he just stretched out a finger and swiped out of thin air.

Thousands of sword qi quickly sank into the body of the fish in the cloud, and in an instant, the huge body collapsed in all directions, scattered into flimsy and thin slices of flesh, at a rough glance, there were tens of thousands of pieces.

Zong Heng swiped again, and all the pieces of meat fell into the stone pot on the firewood stove, forming a neat circle after circle.