I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

"Go quickly!" Jiang Ke'er said in a serious voice.

"Yes!"

Ming Ling did not dare to disobey, so she had to temporarily leave the Yan family with other students.

"I'm sorry for not welcoming you, distinguished guest. Would you like to sit down and have a meal with me?" Jiang Ke'er looked at Yuan Zheng with a smile.

"Jiang Ke'er, how many identities do you have?" Yuan Zheng's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Fox demon, sword cultivator, Hou Tu... Today I..."

“Sizzle~~~”

Jiang Ke'er, however, ignored Yuan Zheng and casually poured chopped green onions, ginger and garlic into the wok to stir-fry. The ingredients made a sizzling sound when they came into contact with the wok.

The fragrance instantly filled the yard, and Yuanzheng's eyes widened.

His eyes changed from murderous to disbelief, and he struggled madly...

I saw his eye sockets gradually dilate, his eyes widened, and slowly tears appeared in his pupils, and finally... they turned into shining starlight, with little stars in his eyes.

No no no! Absolutely not!

Yuanzheng hurriedly took out the dried meat, took a big bite, chewed it hard and swallowed it into his stomach.

But at this moment, Jiang Keer lightly cut with the kitchen knife in her hand, and the fat and lean pork belly on the chopping board immediately jumped into the oil pan with a sizzling sound. The unique aroma of the meat suddenly exploded in the whole yard like a bomb!

Yuanzheng was stunned.

The dried meat in my hand suddenly lost its fragrance.

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80. Seven Days

Jiang Keer knows that what she cooks is delicious, maybe the most delicious thing in the world.

But I had no idea how strong it was.

Now I almost understand.

Yuanzheng's clothes had already burst. He held the rice bucket full of rice and buried his face in it, taking big gulps.

"Look how hungry this child is." Jiang Ke'er felt pity for him and hurriedly steamed another large pot of rice. At the same time, the iron pot next to it was also kept idle, and side dishes were always supplied.

Yuanzheng was like a glutton who could never be satisfied. He kept eating and stuffing food into his mouth like crazy.

Looking at his appearance, he probably hasn't eaten for several months.

"Don't overeat, big brother! I can cook for you later if you stay here. Why bother working so hard..." Jiang Ke'er said helplessly.

"No, my master told me to kill you," Yuan Zheng pulled his head out of the rice bucket and looked at Jiang Ke'er seriously and said, "After we finish this meal, I will send you on your way. If you don't eat now, you will have no chance."

"You dare to say these in front of me, aren't you afraid that I will poison you?" Jiang Ke'er curled her lips.

"Don't worry, I have cultivated the Seven Lights True Knowledge." Yuan Zheng's eyes sparkled slightly, "Ordinary poisons cannot escape my eyes... You can never get the unusual ones."

The true knowledge of the seven stars?

Is there such a perverted thing? I don't know if Qiao Xiaoxian has mastered it. Maybe he saw through his poison soup by using this method.

"Remember to pay for your meal after you finish eating." Jiang Ke'er said, "Now you have eaten seven buckets of rice, a pot of braised pork, and a pot of..."

Jiang Ke'er clearly recited what Yuan Zheng had just eaten: "I'll give you a discount, 100,000 Yibi for now. If you don't have any, you can use magic crystals to offset it."

"Yes, such a delicacy deserves such a price," Yuan Zheng muttered as he ate. "I will use this money to prepare for your funeral, and I will make sure not a penny is lost."

"Can't you just not kill me?" Jiang Ke'er sighed. "To be honest, I feel happy from the bottom of my heart that the dishes I cook are so popular with others... Or you can stop working with Jiexian Palace and become my bodyguard. I will cook delicious food for you every day."

"That won't work. Master has done me a favor," Yuan Zheng shook his head and said seriously, "Besides, even if I don't kill you, you won't live long... I'm just the weakest disciple among the nine seats in the Jiexian Palace. And as Hou Tu and a fox demon, Master and his uncles will definitely send assassins to assassinate you one after another. They are not as stupid as me."

You know you are stupid...

"Is there anything else?" Yuanzheng looked at the empty rice pot.

"Yes," Jiang Ke'er lifted the lid and brought out another steaming pot.

The food in the Yan family’s cellar had almost been eaten up. She had already asked the servants to go out and purchase supplies, and they would probably be back soon.

"Go tell Ming Ling and the others that there will be no classes today. I have to entertain the guests," Jiang Ke'er instructed the maid beside her.

"Yes." The maid responded and left.

The sun was setting and the afternoon was gone.

But the fire in the kitchen was still burning.

It was daybreak, and the fire in the kitchen was still burning. From inside came the sound of someone eating voraciously, like a pig swallowing feed.

At noon, Ming Ling arrived, but was told that today's class was also cancelled. She returned to the village in the evening to wait for notification. If there was no notification, tomorrow's class would also be cancelled.

That night, the notice did not arrive.

But the next evening, the notice arrived.

"Master Qingyi said that classes tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow are also cancelled. Wait for more information the day after tomorrow."

The surviving people of Mingzhou were dumbfounded.

What kind of distinguished guest is this? Isn't this a big eater?

In the end, they still underestimated Yuan Zheng.

The smoke from the Yan family’s cooking continued to rise for seven days and seven nights.

By the seventh night, Jiang Ke'er was so tired that she could not open her eyes, but Yuan Zheng was still eating with great interest and full of energy.

"Your stomach is a bag of heaven and earth, right?" Jiang Ke'er's eyes were bloodshot as she stared at Yuan Zheng in pain.

Yuan Zheng patted his belly and said, "If you refine while eating, you won't get too full. The things you make are different from ordinary things. They can all be perfectly transformed into spiritual power. There is not a single speck of dirt left. It can be called a miracle."

"Didn't you say you don't eat shit?" Jiang Ke'er squinted.

Yuan Zheng had already lost all shame. He did not react at all when Jiang Ke'er mocked him. Instead, he proudly said, "Shit smells so good. I want to eat this kind of shit every day."

"..." Jiang Ke'er was almost exhausted after not sleeping for seven days and seven nights. She ignored the dirt and leaned against the wall that had long been blackened by the fireworks and said, "Do you want to eat or not? Also... do you want to reconsider being my bodyguard?"

"No, my time is up," Yuan Zheng smiled slightly, walked out of the kitchen slowly, looked up at the sky, with a melancholy look on his face.

"Are you going to break through again?" Jiang Ke'er was surprised, stroking her chin and falling into deep thought, "Can I eat me?"

"It's time to break through," Yuan Zheng looked toward the western sky, suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"I'm sorry, Master. I am not strong-willed enough to be worthy of your mantle."

Yuan Zheng's momentum rapidly expanded and became stronger.

But this is not a breakthrough.

Yuan Zheng's brows relaxed, and he turned around, kneeling solemnly in front of Jiang Ke'er and bowing his head.

"If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening. Master taught me how to practice, but you taught me the truth and the truth... I am defeated, and I cannot bear to kill you."

Yuan Zheng's body was slowly fading away, and his spiritual consciousness was blooming with wonderful fluctuations that Jiang Ke'er had never seen before.

That is a great satisfaction and a great obsession.

"...What's going on with you?" Jiang Ke'er was stunned.

"I'm dying," Yuan Zheng said calmly, "I've been eating for seven days straight. The extreme happiness and joy have made my soul and body unable to bear it..."

Jiang Keer was stunned: "Fuck, it's so cool?!"

“……” Yuan Zheng thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case, so he nodded with a smile.

Seeing that the plan of recruiting a younger brother was completely unworkable, Jiang Ke'er was silent for a moment, sighed, and bowed to Yuan Zheng: "Forget it, in fact, we have no grudges or hatred, and we have never even fought. Besides, I think you are a pretty good fool... I wish you a good rebirth in your next life."

"Lend your auspicious words."

Yuan Zheng's spirit gradually dissipated, but before its soul dissipated, Jiang Ke'er did not see - a strange light floated out from her body and attached to Yuan Zheng's broken soul.

Jiang Ke'er was somewhat bored and said to the servant, "Tell Sister Ming Ling that they can come to class tomorrow."

*******

It is said that Yuanzheng's soul did not dissipate completely. In a daze, it felt that its soul floated into a tiny round egg, and then fell into a deep sleep.

This small round egg is attached to the roots of the green rapeseed and is extremely difficult to detect even with the naked eye of a monk.

"Alas, Chef Qingyi has gone to bed, so I'll just make some cold-mixed rapeseed to make do tonight."

Jie Shui bent down, pulled the rapeseed together with the small round eggs out of the soil, and stuffed them into the vegetable basket.

(1/1)

(I found that I was in sage mode after yesterday's three updates, and I can't code today... So I'll "1323" again, one update today, and then two three updates later to make up for it.)

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81. Water-related disasters

It’s really comfortable to live without Qiao Xiaoxian around.

These days, Jiang Ke'er has been busy teaching the descendants of Mingzhou knowledge of physics and chemistry, in the hope that they can become the first batch of intellectuals as soon as possible.

"Are you leaving?" Ming Ling asked with some concern during her free time.

"Yeah." Jiang Ke'er nodded.

The speed of her cultivation improvement was too fast. She didn't even need to practice and she had already reached the peak of the Three Talents Realm... She hadn't even drawn all the prize pool opened in the Three Talents Realm.

If it continues to rise, it will break through.

However, because many things have not been dealt with, Jiang Keer is unwilling to leave now, so she has been trying hard to suppress her cultivation and slow down her advancement.

"Before I leave, I will leave you teaching materials for self-study. Also, I will assign you tasks when the time comes." Jiang Ke'er said with a smile, and then buried her head in the book again.

She wanted to organize as much scientific knowledge from Earth as possible. Although this knowledge seemed a bit useless in the world of cultivation... it could be used in some places.

When it comes to production areas such as refining equipment and medicine, knowledge of physics and chemistry can play a good auxiliary role, allowing the descendants of the Netherworld to have unique production capabilities.

As long as you have an advantage in productivity and can beat most of your peers, that's a good start.

At least it would allow the descendants of the Mingzhou who followed him to live a more prosperous life and not have to worry about survival every day.

Ming Ling didn't know how to thank Jiang Ke'er, so she could only bow to her and leave respectfully.

However, as soon as she walked out of Jiang Keer's room, she ran into a man who was as thin as a stick.

Ming Ling dodged hurriedly and supported the man, thus avoiding knocking the skinny man to pieces - he was as thin as a skeleton, with sunken eye sockets, skin and bones, and sparse, dry and yellow hair hanging on his scalp, which would fall off in clumps if touched, and he looked like he had not eaten for months.

The key point is that when Ming Ling looked at the man's clothes, she suddenly felt somewhat familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere.

"Ming Ling, long time no see," the man opened his mouth and let out an old and hoarse voice.

The voice was obviously distorted, so much so that Ming Ling had to recall it carefully for a long time before she could remember where that familiar feeling came from.

She couldn't help but ask cautiously: "Are you...Jie Shui's grandfather?"

The man smiled bitterly: "As expected, I can't recognize you... I'm Jie Shui!"

"???"

Ming Ling was dumbfounded.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, I..." Jie Shui wiped the corners of his eyes, and seemed to be emotionally broken. However, because he was too thin, even his tear glands had shrunk, and he couldn't even shed tears.

Ming Ling hurriedly supported him and said, "It's only been a few days since we last met. What on earth has possessed you?"

"I don't know," Jie Shui lowered his head, "It probably started five days ago. I remember that day I didn't get to eat Qingyi's meal, so I just mixed some vegetables for dinner... As a result, I woke up in the middle of the night with a stomachache, as if something was stirring in my stomach."

"Have you seen a doctor?" Ming Ling asked with concern.

"I've been to see a doctor," Jie Shui sighed, "At first, the doctor said I just had a stomachache. As a result, I became thinner and thinner, and I didn't go to the toilet, and I was extremely hungry all the time... The doctor said I was cursed and asked me to go to the temple to find a monk to exorcise the evil spirit."

"and then?"

"I went to the temple and donated all my wealth to the temple. The abbot personally performed an exorcism ceremony for me... but the hammer didn't work at all and my stomach hurt even more." Jie Shui became angrier and angrier. At this point, he cursed excitedly, "That stupid monk actually said that I was pregnant with a fairy baby! I wasted all the money I donated to the temple, and he couldn't even tell the difference between a boy and a girl. He's not professional at all!"

"..."

“???” Jiang Ke’er walked out of the room and was shocked when she saw Jie Shui’s appearance.

"What's going on? You just went on a mission with Sister Qingyue and the others. Why are you so thin? Is the mission so difficult?" Jiang Ke'er said in horror.

"No!" Jie Shui cried, "Forget it, I don't know how to explain it. Sister Qingyi, go and make something to eat. Anything will do... I'm starving!"