My whole family cultivated immortality without telling me

wilderness.

go to bed.

slap.

wake.

Panic.

Because they had been beaten in the morning, thousands of slaves felt not only fear but also a bit of grievance and resentment.

Then run.

Return to the master's house.

Get beaten.

After completing the process, Shen Qingyun yawned continuously.

"I thought I could live like a god after leaving Heaven's Punishment, but I didn't expect to have to stay up late, ha~~~~"

Seeing Shen Qingyun yawning with tears in his eyes, Luo Yongdu felt sympathy.

"Brother, it's too much trouble for you to do this. Why don't you just play the role of the mountain king, make a call from a high place, and ascend the throne..."

"No, no, no..." Shen Qingyun managed to stop the matter after ascending the throne, and said bitterly, "Instead of this, Brother Yong might as well help me move some people, instead of me doing it alone."

Luo Yong quickly shook his head: "This matter of cause and effect is small, but the consequences are huge. I will definitely not get involved."

"If that's the case..." Shen Qingyun asked in a low voice, "Supermarkets, investment banks, Immortal Market, Infinite Chamber of Commerce...Brother Yong, then am I full of karma?"

“Hehehehe,” Luo Yong laughed, then stopped laughing and said seriously, “Brother, since you are not from the Qingtian Sect, don’t worry about these things.”

Hahaha, Brother Yong, you are so Versailles!

Shen Qingyun rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers.

"Let's go to a nice place!"

"Where?"

“Delicious food that can only be found in poor places.”

Qufu.

outer city.

They first walked through a section that smelled of human feces, then a section that smelled of sheep feces, and finally the two brothers stopped in a place that smelled of pig manure.

Luo Yong first looked at the dilapidated alley in front of him, then looked around and sighed: "Brother, the time when our friendship will be shattered is not far away."

Shen Qingyun laughed loudly: "Don't fight with me later, go into the alley."

“Is it really that delicious?”

"Brother Yong, I'm not exaggerating. The more people are used to eating delicacies from land and sea, the more they crave this."

"I believe what you said. Let's go, go, go..."

……

With Shen Qingyun's words, Luo Yong even walked to the front.

The alley is quite deep.

But after a few twists and turns, Luo Yong's nose became a spirit.

"Brother, I seem to have found a hint of freshness amidst the overwhelming smell of pig manure..."

Shen Qingyun clapped his hands wildly: "Brother Yong is the one, hurry up, just turn seven more times and you will be there."

Hearing this, Luo Yong sniffed and searched along the way, and his steps became faster and faster.

Until one point, he suddenly stopped, turned his head sharply, and looked at a dilapidated courtyard.

The three-foot-high earthen wall of the courtyard seemed to only block gentlemen, or it seemed to only block pigs.

Taking a few steps closer and looking inside through the low wall, the yard was clearly black, red and white.

The black thing is the mud on the pigpen.

The red one is the slaughterhouse.

The white one is the meat in the pot.

The cut meat is being loaded onto the truck.

Several ragged female slaves were washing various internal organs.

To sum up, it is a busy courtyard, orderly, but without much noise.

"Brother, where is this place?"

"It's a place that specializes in slaughtering pigs," Shen Qingyun pointed at a person in the courtyard, "The manager here will take people to the city to sell the pigs after they are slaughtered. Just follow him later."

"Oh~~~" Luo Yong suddenly realized and narrowed his eyes, "So this is not the place to eat?"

Shen Qingyun was also puzzled and asked, "I just felt strange. What did Brother Yong mean by the fresh smell mixed with the smell of pig manure?"

It's my naivety!
Luo Yong was so angry that he was spitting foam everywhere, while Shen Qingyun was laughing and wiping tears.

A total of six pigs were slaughtered and loaded into eight carts.

The first six carts contained meat, and the last two carts contained only offal.

After leaving the alley, the convoy split into two teams.

The manager who was targeted by Shen Qingyun was responsible for escorting the two trucks of internal organs.

The whole way there was the smell of sheep and human feces, and Luo Yong wanted to spray again.

Shen Qingyun said seriously: "I guarantee that Brother Yong will smell fresh this time!"

"Humph," Luo Yong raised his lips, "My interest has been reduced by at least half."

"My fault, my fault..."

"No, but I guessed what I'm going to eat."

Shen Qingyun quickly gave a thumbs up: "Brother Yong is the one!"

"Either stir-fried with crispy sauce, or stir-fried liver and kidney, or stir-fried pig intestines..." Luo Yong curled his lips, "Can it taste like a small shop?"

"Why not Brother Yong?" Shen Qingyun gave a thumbs up. "I didn't guess any of them right."

"Huh?"

"We're almost there, Brother Yong, look!"

It is still the outer city.

Compared to the alley, it is a lot cleaner.

There was a crowd of people, all of them peddlers and hawkers. The smell of shit was less, but the complex smell of sweat became stronger.

Yong Ge's nostrils flared, this time he really found a hint of freshness among all the bad smells.

Following the smell, I saw a thatched house.

The room is small, but it is more than enough to be used as a kitchen.

Two bamboo poles were erected outside the room, with seven or eight layers of rags covered on them. It seemed that only in this way could they perfectly protect against rain.

The fresh smell came from the thatched house.

The guests crowded under the tent were also attracted by the smell.

Luo Yong swallowed his saliva and tried hard to suppress the restlessness of his spiritual consciousness.

"Brother, milk tea!"

Shen Qingyun took out two cups and asked doubtfully, "Brother Yong, this thing can't be paired with milk tea, it needs wine."

"I know you don't like drinking," Luo Yong held the milk tea in his hand, touched the one in Shen Qingyun's hand, and said happily, "Cheers to our restored friendship!"

After waiting for a cup of tea, a table of peddlers left, burping and touching their bellies.

As soon as the other five peddlers took a step towards the empty table, the two brothers took it with their afterimages.

"Boss, two bowls of stewed vegetables first, double the garlic paste and half a spoonful of soup, nothing else."

The shopkeeper was a young woman with her hair tied up with floral cloth.

When she heard the voice, she looked back and saw Shen Qingyun. She was stunned for a moment, but then she reacted and responded with a red face.

Luo Yong whispered frivolously: "Brother, your voice is more than half a bowl high."

"bet?"

"Bet... on what?"

Shen Qingyun took out two bottles of wine and put them on the table.

"If Brother Yong wins, I will accompany you to burn knives. If I win, I will drink my happy water."

"That's brilliant and cunning, but brother, you don't understand women's minds. Haha, I accept it!"

A few moments.

The women didn't need trays. They held the bottom of the bowls with their hands, and there were three bowls in each arm.

Even though he walked very fast and the eight bowls of braised pork kept shaking, not a drop of soup spilled.

A hint of admiration flashed across Luo Yong's eyes as he watched the woman walk over. He lowered his body, put his arms on the table, and his palms under the bowls spun. His palms moved away, and two bowls of braised pork fell onto the table.

"My two guests, please enjoy your meal."

Then he left with the remaining six bowls.

"It takes at least 20 years to master this skill." Before Luo Yong could continue to sigh, Shen Qingyun began to put away his knife. "Brother, why did she ignore you?"

Shen Qingyun took three big gulps of Fenhuang wine, burped twice, and then smiled and said, "Brother Yong, do you really want to know?"

"This is nonsense," Luo Yong frowned, "This is not against common sense, but against the love of beauty, which is human nature!"

Shen Qingyun touched his chin and said, "It's just a small business. Besides, I already added a lot to the three bowls yesterday afternoon."

"Fuck!" Luo Yong slammed the table, picked up the chopsticks and started to eat.

"Wait!" Shen Qingyun stopped and took out a few bottles and jars, "We need to add some more ingredients."

Luo Yong stopped and looked around, saying, "Chili oil, fermented bean curd, chives...Brother, I feel like you are the ancestor of this stew."

Shen Qingyun smiled and said, "The wisdom of the working people is always common."

Luo Yong laughed and nodded.

Because in addition to chive flowers, the stall also has these other small condiments.

However, Shen Qingyun thought the quality was too low, so he only allowed cheap and fresh minced garlic to be used.

Adding ingredients is like adding the finishing touch.

The slightly greasy and heavy aroma of the stewed food before, now feels like I’ve been chewing Xuanmai for half a year, drilling into my nasal cavity non-stop, and at the same time shouting “I want I want I want I…”

Luo Yong couldn't help it, he stirred it with chopsticks, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and started to dig and eat.

After eating one bowl, his eyes widened.

"It's the taste of the mortal world, shopkeeper, give me another ten bowls!"

Shen Qingyun also eats roughly, but carefully.

Triangular tofu.

Pink small intestine.

Flower-like lungs.

Taste them one by one, and they have different flavors.

After one bowl, he just ordered another one.

Luo Yong drank three bowls in a row, with sweat on his forehead, but he still felt unsatisfied. Just as he picked up the fourth bowl, he saw Shen Qingyun slowly took out a sesame cake, broke it into small pieces and threw it into the bowl.

Luo Yong doesn’t know how to eat, but he knows foodies.

"Look at how calm and composed you are, I'm afraid this way of eating is quite mature..."

Thinking of this, he hooked his finger and said, "Give us two... Oh, boss, two more spoonfuls of soup!"

The woman who was called over saw the two men breaking the sesame cakes and putting them into bowls, her eyes looking a little straight.

It didn't take long for the shock to turn into panic.

She hesitated for a moment, and while bending over to wipe the table, she left after saying something.

"Sir, eating like this will cause trouble."

Luo Yong and Shen Qingyun were stunned.

"Causing trouble?"

"Eating sesame cakes here is probably a capital crime..."

"Haha, then I, Luo Yong, will have to die twice?"

……

The two of them didn't take it seriously and changed the meal from braised pork to braised steamed buns.

When Luo Yong died in the fifth round, there were five more people around the two of them.

The two brothers looked at it separately. Luo Yong continued to break it. Shen Qingyun stood up, bowed to the manager and said with a smile: "What advice do you have?" The manager had a mustache, a tuft of hair on his cheeks, and triangular eyes with a strange light that seemed to be smiling, and looked at Shen Qingyun.

"Sir, as the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. This stew is not eaten the way you two eat it."

Shen Qingyun smiled and said, "The shopkeeper just said the same thing, and said it would cause trouble..."

Ok?
Luo Yong was slightly confused, looked up and glanced at Shen Qingyun, then continued snoring.

When the steward heard these words, he couldn't help but turn around and glance at the woman.

The lady felt it and her body trembled slightly, but she just remained silent and bent her back even lower.

Shen Qingyun continued, "May I ask you, how do you eat the stewed meat here?"

"It's very simple," the steward said patiently, seeing that Shen Qingyun was wearing clothes that seemed to have some background and a very majestic appearance, "without adding sesame cakes."

"Why?"

The manager raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "We are all small businesses. If you add this sesame cake and others see it, my stew shop will sell 200 bowls less a day."

"Oh, I see," Shen Qingyun suddenly realized, and then said ashamedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

What a sensible young man.

The steward responded, "Haha, luckily not many people saw it. Please enjoy your meal, sir. But this sesame cake..."

"Don't worry, I won't add more after you finish eating the sesame cakes."

"Thank you for your understanding, sir."

The five managers left.

Shen Qingyun sat down.

"Brother," Luo Yong asked in surprise, "Do you have a grudge against that woman?"

"No, why did Brother Yong say that?"

"Then you..." Luo Yong paused, "Are you really leaving after eating?"

"Of course," Shen Qingyun said with a smile, "Although braised pork is delicious, it's okay to try it occasionally. You can't eat it every meal. Shopkeeper, give me three more bowls of braised pork!"

Still saying there is no hatred?

Luo Yong was speechless, his eyes turned away, and the woman brought three more bowls over.

He had carried eight bowls steadily before, but this time, three bowls kept shaking, as if they wanted to be poured on Shen Qingyun's head.

Luo Yong couldn't help but wanted to cover his mouth, but he saw Shen Qingyun thank him and took out three pancakes.

"puff!"

"Brother Yong, you almost sprayed it into my bowl..."

Damn it, brother, this is what you meant by eating the sesame cake!
Before Luo Yong had time to wipe his tears, five managers came over aggressively.

"You don't want to be embarrassed," the steward laughed grimly, "My uncle is the temple priest!"

This preemptive move shocked Luo Yongdu.

Shen Qingyun hesitated for a moment: "What you mean is... you have someone above you?"

The steward sneered, "You are not stupid if you know this. Pay the bill and leave. I won't send you off!"

"Oh..." Shen Qingyun put down his chopsticks, reached out and slowly fumbled around his waist, took out his purse, and was about to give it to him, but took it back again, hesitating, "I just thought about it... There doesn't seem to be anyone above us."

"Fuck, this guy is so pretentious, I have to applaud!"

Luo Yong's eyes lit up, he dropped his chopsticks and started taking pictures.

The manager was startled, then became furious: "Beat him!"

A temple priest is not higher than a marquis.

What's more, he is just the temple keeper's nephew.

So the next thing is simple.

"Thank you for enforcing the law impartially, for bringing justice to me, for bringing innocence to Qufu, and for bringing justice to the world..."

A group of tall hats drove away a group of yamen runners. Shen Qingyun looked at the deed in his hand and turned to walk towards the woman.

"Are you willing to start your own business?"

The woman had never been as dazed as she was at that moment. She stared at Shen Qingyun stupidly, unable to speak for a long time.

Luo Yong stepped forward and sighed faintly: "If I were you, I would go home quickly, take my family with me, and go with him."

The woman trembled and turned pale when she heard this: "Slave, I only have a young son in my family..."

Shen Qingyun smiled and said, "Let's go together."

After asking around on the way, I found out that the woman was Chen Qu, from a poor family, her husband died young, and her youngest son was four years old.

My husband died because of his great skill in stewing meat.

Because she learned the braising skill from her husband, the mother and son still have the opportunity to depend on each other.

As soon as I reached the woman’s cabin, she seemed to have figured something out. She burst into tears and knelt down with a thud.

"My dear, my dear, I only hope that my young son can survive..."

Shen Qingyun felt distressed when he heard this. He bent down to help the woman up and comforted her, "Sister Qu, please don't misunderstand..."

"No, no, I didn't misunderstand you, you are a good person..."

"Sister Qu really misunderstood."

When the woman heard this, her body began to tremble.

Luo Yong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "You two are talking nonsense... He is a good man, and he also wants you and your son to live a better life. Look at my clear thinking!"

Shen Qingyun gave a thumbs up and said to the woman, "You are alive no matter how you live, but if your son knew that he worked for the murderer of his father all his life, he would be committing sin. Sister Qu can compromise, but if there is a chance, don't let your son compromise, right?"

After years of speculation, it became a fact spoken by others, and Sister Qu felt like she was struck by lightning.

But within just three or five breaths, Sister Qu got rid of her endlessly complex emotions, and her whole body exuded the aura of a mother's strength.

"My dear lord, I will be your slave for the rest of my life..."

"That's totally unnecessary," Shen Qingyun said with a smile, "Sister Qu, pack up and let's leave first."

Sister Qu entered the room, and Luo Yongqi asked, "Brother, where is the origin of your song?"

Shen Qingyun sighed, "The Chen family in Qufu is famous for its stewed food. The thieves coveted it and killed people to steal their skills. They threatened them with their sons. The Chen family was submissive and served the thieves to survive... Based on this story, Brother Yong, you can tell me whether the stewed food is popular or not!"

"You businessmen are really good at playing," Luo Yong sighed for a while, and asked, "Where did you get the news?"

"The Marquis heard it."

"Why didn't I hear it?"

Shen Qingyun brushed his ears with both hands: "Who gave me a pair of ears to listen to the suffering of the people?"

"Come on," Luo Yong knew that Shen Qingyun was mocking him for not daring to get involved in cause and effect, and snorted, "He's the nephew of the temple keeper, and he wants to save people from suffering... Brother, your thoughts are really deep."

As they were talking, Sister Qu came out with a baby.

Shen Qingyun looked at the child. He was very smart, as if he had taken his mother's wisdom away when he was born.

"What's your name?"

"Chen Youliang!"

What kind of plot is this...

Shen Qingyun was about to cry. After thinking for a while, he bent down and advised: "If you meet someone named Zhu Yuanzhang in the future, don't waste time and just greet him directly. Remember?"

Chen Youliang nodded in confusion, but only nodded halfway. He immediately pulled his mother and shouted at Shen Qingyun: "Then you have to be nice to my mother... Dad!"

That day, Shen Qingyun disappeared.

Luo Yong was stunned for a moment, then started somersaults, one after another.

Three days passed.

The preaching competition is still in a push-pull situation.

After being treated as a slave by Shen Qingyun for five days, he really couldn't bear the torture anymore.

"Fuck it, slaves are not human beings, you can't play with them like monkeys!"

"Anyway, I picked up a knife. I'll use it to break my knife tonight, and I'll use it to break my knife to break my knife..."

"Are you stupid? You scolded him and made him angry. If he killed you, wouldn't you just go to the afterlife?"

"Good idea... Oh, here it comes, Master. When did you stop being a human being?"

Shen Qingyun was stunned for a moment, then threw out a punch and took care of one of them.

Busy late at night.

It's the scene at the beginning of this chapter again -

wilderness.

go to bed.

slap.

wake.

Fear...

Because they were beaten five times in total, this time, the thousands of slaves had no fear at all, but were filled with resentment and anger.

"If you have the ability to play with monkeys, then play with them in front of monkeys!"

"Do we have to let others beat us? Can't you do it yourself?"

……

Shen Qingyun was scolded so much that he kept touching his nose.

Luo Yong sighed, "If we let them die directly, they might not resist. Being tortured like this, the rocks will explode...Brother, you are really amazing."

Gongshu Bushang, who was participating in such an event for the first time, was filled with shame and had no intention of thinking about what Shen Qingyun really had.

Thousands of slaves cursed for two hours, and when daybreak came, the cursing gradually stopped.

It's not that I'm not angry, but I'm at a loss for words.

After scolding, it’s time to make a choice.

"I'm afraid. I'm afraid I'll get beaten again..."

"You mean you're going back?"

"Brother, don't be stupid. It doesn't matter if you get beaten. Damn, can you bear it if I continue tomorrow night?"

"Just run away!"

"But in the afterlife..."

"Next life? If I have to go through this kind of trouble in the next life, I'd rather not have one!"

"Ergou, are you rebelling?"

"Three dogs, rebelling!"

"Reverse! Reverse!"

……

Hearing the sounds of rebellion in the wilderness, Shen Qingyun and Luo Yong became excited.

"No, it's your turn!"

Gongshu Bushang shuddered when he heard this and laughed dryly: "Uncle Yong, Uncle Shen, I have several very obedient disciples in Xianyun Pavilion..."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Luo Yong waved his hand and said, "Hurry up and send a message to them to come. You can come up after they've sent the message!"

That is to say, there is no way to avoid it no matter what, hahahaha...

"And I lost several disciples for nothing!"

Gongshu Bushang bit his cheek, took a deep breath, flew into the air, and landed wildly, waving a flag in his hand and shouting loudly.

"Get the rebellion tutorial for free. If you want to rebel well, this one is enough!"

After shouting, he was so ashamed that he could not bear it anymore, but he did not forget to leave a pointing arrow on the ground and then ran away.

A group of slaves came suspiciously.

I saw the banner saying: "!@#￥%*"

"What are you writing about?"

"do not know."

"Ergou, there is something under the banner..."

A few brave slaves walked under the banner and saw that it was a book. Ergou picked it up and started flipping through it.

"They are all pictures, and there are little people..." After reading a few pages, Ergou looked at the arrow on the ground and understood. He pointed forward and said, "There is food on the left turn ahead. Let's go!"

Sangou looked at the banner beside him and said, "Then this..."

"Carry it and go!"

A group of slaves, carrying the words "Slave Friends Join Group, Travel Around the Three Kingdoms", followed the arrows on the ground and left aggressively. (End of this chapter)