My master is invincible

Chapter 1911 Yin Yang Rice (115)

When the old man saw my tears, his face became softer, and he smiled and said: "Silly boy, why are you crying, I owe your father my life, and now I am just returning this lingering body to your father."

After that, he slowly got up, and said in a low voice: "Okay, I have to go and make Yin-Yang meals for you, and I hope you will pay attention to every detail of me."

After speaking, he walked towards the door.

When he was approaching the door, he stopped suddenly without looking back, and said softly, "Xiao Jiu, remember what I just said, good people are safe."

I understand what he means, he is telling me in disguise to be a good person.

Wait, no.

He seems to have another meaning.

That is good people will be safe, and bad people will be forever.

kindness?
He didn't tell me in a disguised form to be a good person, but warned me not to do bad things. Once I did something bad, I might really fall into a catastrophe.

I nodded heavily in my heart.

While the old man was talking, Uncle Huang kept busy with the matter at hand.

When the old man walked to the door, Uncle Huang had already tied up my body with hemp rope.

I just felt like I was falling into an ice cellar, shivering.

"Xiao Jiu, bear with me for a while." After Uncle Huang tied the hemp rope, he greeted me.

I didn't speak, but Uncle Huang found a trolley and put it at the door, moved me to the trolley, and then cut off the pot of black dog blood.

As soon as I saw the black dog's blood, my first reaction was that he was going to pour the black dog's blood on me.

However, the fact was beyond my expectation, he didn't pour the black dog's blood on me, but the old man beside him said, "Little Jiu, remember that Yin Yang rice is different from ordinary food. Washing rice is a kung fu job, you will remember my technique later."

Uncle Huang added, "Xiao Jiu, you may not know that the old man is best at yin and yang rice. He intends to pass on his secret to you."

After finishing speaking, he sighed deeply, as if he was envious of me, and continued: "To be honest, I once approached the old man without numbers, just to learn his yin and yang skills, but the old man disagreed desperately, Xiao Jiu, You are blessed now, you must study hard.”

I understand what he means, he is not envious of me, but let me cherish this opportunity.

After thinking this through, I nodded again in my heart.

"Okay, you bastard, with your savvy, even if I teach you Yin-Yang rice, you can only learn the shape, not the rhyme, so it doesn't matter if you teach or not." He muttered something next to him, he was about to kick Uncle Huang when he raised his leg.

Fortunately, Uncle Huang reacted quickly and hurriedly said, "Old man, if you kick me badly, I won't have the strength to pull Xiaojiu later."

As soon as these words came out, the old man reacted very quickly, glared at Uncle Huang, and said angrily, "I'll remember it for you this time."

After saying that, the old man stepped forward and walked over.

Uncle Huang held the black dog's blood in one hand and pulled the cart with the other, and chased after him.

What surprised me was that they were going in the direction of Uncle Huang's house.

After walking for less than 3 minutes, the three of us appeared at the door of Uncle Huang's house.

At this time, I don't know what's going on at the door of Uncle Huang's house. There are dozens of people gathered. After counting, it is estimated that there are more than 50 people. Among these [-] people, they are all men, and the one I picked out earlier Thirty strong men were among them.

I don't know what's going on, but when I saw these people, I vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Ordinarily, there is no need to find so many people just to make a yin and yang meal.

Furthermore, I originally thought that making Yin Yang rice requires formations, but the old man told me that formations already existed in their village.

This saves the trouble of arranging formations.

But, now it's just a yin and yang meal, why did the old man invite so many people over.

Just when I was wondering about the time, the old man walked straight ahead, and Uncle Huang dragged me to follow.

When they were walking around, I took the opportunity to look at the expressions of the villagers, and found that these villagers respected the old man from the bottom of their hearts, and everyone had a look of respect on their faces, as if they only had the old man in their eyes.

To be honest, I don't know why the old man has such a great charm.

Maybe it's his charisma, or his ability, or maybe it's his kindness.

As for the reason, perhaps only those villagers know.

When the old man walked to the door, the scene where there were some voices suddenly fell silent, and the whole scene was really audible.

But seeing, the old man slowly stepped on the threshold, smiled slightly, and said in a low voice: "I came to you today, I want to borrow something from you to make yin and yang food, I wonder if you can do me such a favor."

As soon as this remark came out, the whole scene was as quiet as dead silence, and no one spoke.

kindness?
They don't want to?
Facts have proved that my guess is wrong, the reason is that one by one they even took out a two-finger-wide dagger.

This sudden scene really made me a little puzzled.

What happened?
"I already know what you mean. Here, I would like to say thank you to everyone."

While speaking, the old man gave Uncle Huang a wink, and Uncle Huang immediately sent me away, and walked towards the villagers with a black dog's blood in his hand.

Looking at Uncle Huang's figure, I turned around with all my strength, and found him standing in front of one of the villagers holding a black dog's blood, and the villager didn't say anything, raised the dagger in his hand and slammed Sliding towards the wrist of the other arm.

With the strike of this dagger, bright red blood overflowed at once.

What surprised me was that the villager didn't seem to have cut his own arm, he didn't even frown, and let the blood drip into the washbasin.

After dripping about three drops of blood, Uncle Huang said in a deep voice, "Enough!"

The villager immediately threw the dagger on the ground, covering the wound tightly with his palm, while Uncle Huang walked towards another villager.

In less than a moment, another villager, like the previous villager, dripped three drops of blood into the washbasin.

Like the previous villager, the expression on this villager's face didn't change at all.

Seeing this, I no longer know what words to use to describe the shock in my heart. How much prestige is needed to make the villagers willingly cut his wrists for him.

To be honest, if I were to do it, I would definitely not be able to do it.

In the next half an hour, Uncle Huang stood in front of every villager with a washbasin in his hand.

Without exception, the expressions of those villagers did not change.

After all the villagers cut their wrists, the old man spoke. What he said made me feel cold all over. I just felt that the yin-yang rice he made might have gone beyond the category of yin-yang rice.

(End of this chapter)