The chicken that was delivered to the door was naturally caught by Ling Yuan.

Jiang Rui slaughtered it and cleaned it, put a little salt on the outer skin, and stuffed it with mushrooms and bamboo shoots inside. Because there was no lotus leaf nearby, but there was a bamboo forest, she picked a lot of bamboo leaves to wrap the chicken and wrap it on the outside Layer of mud, buried under the fire.

After completion, the two looked at each other around the fire.

"Right!" Jiang Rui clapped his hands suddenly, "I should also make a wild vegetable soup!"

She immediately got up, looked around in the cave, and found a crock left by the hunter, washed it with some rain, then threw all the mustard green mushrooms and spring bamboo shoots into the pot and boiled it all. pot.

After doing this, she sat next to the fire with her chin in her hands, staring at the earthen jar and the fire without blinking.

Ling Yuan asked herself that she didn't care about appetite. Seeing that she was so focused, he couldn't help but become interested, "How long will the chicken simmer?"

"Just wait until the wild vegetable soup is cooked." Jiang Rui said with expectation.

The earthen jar was sizzling by the fire, and the fragrance of wild vegetables slowly diffused in the cave. Jiang Rui took a deep breath and planned to scoop up some soup to taste the saltiness. He reached out and found that there was nothing at hand.

"What?" Ling Yuan asked when she paused.

Jiang Rui blinked, "Owner, we don't have a bowl or a spoon. How can we drink soup later?"

This is indeed a problem. Even martial arts masters can't drink soup with two chopsticks.

Ling Yuan thought for a while, left a sentence and waited a while, manipulating the wheelchair out of the cave, dragging a bamboo back soon.

His sword is useful again. He cuts the bamboo into sections like green onions. Each section has a bamboo joint back cover, and it becomes a simple bowl. He made a simple bowl with the thinner branches at the end of the bamboo. Spoon, two spoons.

The two bamboo bowls made at the beginning were still a bit rough, and when he made the spoon later, he even carved two patterns on his head with leisure.

The two sets of prepared bowls and chopsticks were placed on the rock in the hole. Jiang Rui looked around and laughed: "The owner's craftsmanship is really good. There is no lint on the cut surface. There are patterns on the top. You can take it directly to the market. It’s on sale."

Ling Yuan pulled up a sword flower, put the sword in its sheath, shook his head and laughed, really treating him as a performer.

"From your point of view, how much silver can this set sell?" He said with a leisurely mind.

"Hmm..." Jiang Rui glanced at him, a little hesitant.

Ling Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Just put it straight."

"All right," Jiang Rui pursed his lower lip, and said straightforwardly, "Someone should buy ten cents."

Ling Yuan didn't let go of the raised brows. The craftsmanship of the owner of the magnificent Villa is only worth ten cents? It should be known that there are still people in the arena bidding for a thousand dollars, only to see his sword out of the sheath, when is it so worthless to bring a sword to someone?

It must be this little cook who doesn't know the goods.

He buckled the armrests with his fingers and was about to speak. The little cook said again: "But if people know that it was made by the owner, then some people are willing to buy it. They certainly don’t buy it for the sake of serving soup, but It's on the shelf like antique paintings."

He stopped talking, picked up a bamboo bowl and looked closely, and suddenly laughed. This little cook was right. Without his identity as the owner of Mingshan Villa, wouldn't these pieces of bamboo be worth a few cents?

No wonder people all over the world learn from fame and benefit, fame and fortune are indeed good things.

Soon after the soup was ready, Jiang Rui removed the crock pot and the fire, dug out the chicken underneath, patted the mud seal, and suddenly, the freshness of bamboo leaves and the mellow fragrance of chicken filled the cave.

Although it is only seasoned with salt, the savory flavor of mountain mushrooms and spring bamboo shoots in the chicken belly penetrates into the meat, and they themselves fill up the chicken juice. There is no need for other seasonings.

After eating the meat, drink a bowl of wild vegetable soup to relieve the greasiness. The slightly hot soup slips into the abdomen, dissipating the cold air brought by the rain, and the whole person becomes warm from the inside out.

Jiang Rui burned another tile and poured hot water, and the two briefly wiped their faces and hands.

When the rain stopped, the clouds dispersed, and many stars were scattered in the deep blue sky.

Sitting at the entrance of the cave, Ling Yuan slightly raised his eyes to look at the distant sky. The night wind was mixed with the sound of the shaking of the vegetation, and there was an imperceptible movement.

"Has the boss rested?"

He turned his head and looked into the cave. The inside of the cave was completely dark, only illuminated by the fire. The little cook was leaning on his side and making the bed with thatch, half of her figure hidden in the dark, and half exposed to the warm light of the fire. The light showed her exceptionally soft profile.

"You rest, I'll watch the night."

"How can I do that?" Jiang Rui said immediately, "I don't know when Liu Shaoxia can come to us. The owner should take a good rest and keep up the spirit."

"Nothing." Ling Yuan smiled, "Even if you don't have a good rest, you will be able to hunt for food tomorrow, so you won't be hungry."

Jiang Rui puffed his cheeks, "I was serious, but the owner made me funny."

Ling Yuan said gently: "I'm also serious. There is a branch of the Wulin League within a hundred miles from here. Brother Liu Xian and his group will be able to arrive tomorrow night and find us the day after tomorrow. It’s not a problem not to sleep for three nights, and there are some nocturnal beasts in the mountains. You don’t have martial arts. I’m afraid that you won’t be able to detect them when they lurking nearby. I will be rushed when I wake up. It’s better to let me guard from the beginning."

"Well...that's fine, but when the owner is sleepy, remember to wake me up. Although I am not clever, it is okay to stay a while."

"Good." Ling Yuan nodded.

Jiang Rui spread the thatch and lay down in his clothes. It was probably harder during the day, and a sound of even breathing was heard soon.

About a quarter of an hour later, Ling Yuan approached and brushed on her sleeping acupuncture point. She slept more soundly and her breath became longer and longer.

He looked at her for a few breaths, turned around and walked out of the cave, surrounded the cave with a thick wooden fence, then stood up from the wheelchair, his stature rose and fell, quietly falling on a clearing by the stream.

At the same time, Jiang Rui opened his eyes.

After Ling Yuan settled down, two dozen people in black suddenly appeared around him, surrounded him round and round, seeing that their clothes and weapons were the same group of people who had raided today.

These people are also his subordinates, who gave birth to two hearts.

As the owner of Mingshanzhuang, he accumulated a good reputation on the righteous path and successfully entered the Wulin League, so that when the Wulin League group attacked the Demon Cult, he would kill them all.

It's just that he appeared too suddenly and his reputation grew too quickly, which caused some people's wariness and shaken the interests of some people. Some people in the Wulin League have always suspected that his origin is unknown.

Coincidentally, there are also people in the Demon Cult who disagree with his commander. Recently, they may have noticed another identity of him, and they have become more and more eager to get rid of him.

Ling Yuan pushed the boat along the water and let out some specious rumors in the teaching, which really attracted the traitor to take action. He used this to remove the traitor and dispel the Wulin League's doubts about him.

"It's really the leader." A slightly feminine voice came from behind, "If you let the people of the Wulin League know that the master of Mingshan Villa they respect is the leader of the demon cult who is scolded by thousands of people, I am afraid that the whole right way will be messed up. At that time, the hearts of the people will be dissipated, and you will not attack and defeat yourself. Your master, this trick is really high."

Ling Yuan didn't look back, but said, "Luo Er, you are getting bolder and bolder."

His voice is no longer softer than before, because of the toxins, it looks rough and unpleasant, and it suddenly becomes cold in such a quiet night, quite a bit gloomy.

Luo Er's figure moved slightly, and he appeared in front of him in a flash, saw his face clearly, and could not help but giggled strangely: "I saw the leader wearing a bluffing mask before, and his subordinates secretly guessed whether the leader's appearance was in the way. Watching, I don’t want to be so heroic. Just now in the cave, the teacher and the little girl are in love with the concubine, like a loving couple, why now she ran out by herself, the teacher is not afraid that she will fall into the hands of his subordinates ?"

"Why does the grudge between you and me involve others?"

"What a good one, why involve others, hahahaha... It seems that the leader and the righteous people have come close, and they have also learned the good qualities of their great men. I only hope that the leader can remember this sentence for a while."

Ling Yuan hooked the corners of his mouth, "Naturally."

As soon as the voice fell, his figure disappeared in place like a ghost. Luo Er and the man in black did not react. In the next instant, he heard several screams. Four or five corpses seemed to have been boned and fell soft. on the ground.

Luo Er immediately signaled to attack, watching the surroundings vigilantly, but the men next to him fell one by one, but he couldn't even tell where Ling Yuan was, and bursts of cold air rose in his back.

Earlier, he learned from his subordinates that Ling Yuan was injured and fell off the cliff, before deciding to take advantage of the victory and pursue it and solve it completely. Just a few verbal temptations have also verified his guess, because according to the teacher's temperament, he would not be patient to listen to other people's words. If he was not injured, he would definitely take action as soon as he came. How could it be delayed until now.

But the current situation made him doubtful, looking at the master's skill, where it seemed to be injured, it was clearly stronger than before!

Do not! He suddenly realized that no one's martial arts can get such a huge improvement in a day, the only possibility is that from the very beginning, he has concealed his own strength!

He felt a terrifying tremor, and his survival instinct told him to escape! escape!

But there is another voice saying that there is no escape, no escape, the only way to survive is--

He turned his head abruptly to look in the direction of the cave, and then ran his whole body like a cluster of dim flames.

He was fast enough, almost reaching the limit of his body, but someone was faster than him, like a ghost and ghost falling behind him not far and near, and he was only a few feet away from the entrance of the cave after he appreciated enough of his desperate collapse. Nail him to the ground.

"I said, don't involve her in your grievances with me." Ling Yuan said slowly, with a rough voice, like nails sliding on a copper-clad iron wall, which was harsh and scary.

A mouthful of blood came out of Luo Er's mouth, he coughed, and then more blood poured out. The blood was mixed with visceral debris. He knew that he could not survive. After knowing the end of the mortal, instead of the previous panic, he even smiled, causing an increasingly violent cough.

"Ahem... I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply. It's just... ahem... but your subordinates don't understand, since you have such strength, why do you want to talk to the righteous people and kill them directly?"

Ling Yuan curled his lips, although he was smiling, his eyes flashed cruelly, "Did you find out? When people are scared, the blood that flows out is more red and more beautiful than usual."

Luo Er was stunned for a moment and laughed out loud. The blood choked into his lungs, almost unable to breathe, but he was still laughing, "The subordinate is wrong, I thought... the leader is indecisive and unworthy to lead my teaching. It was really wrong to go down."

Ling Yuan smiled on his face, and applied a slight force on the feet that stepped on his chest.

"Wait..." Luo Er said with difficulty, "Also, there is one more question... The little girl in the cave seems to admire and admire the leader. Does she...know the true face of the leader? She wants, if... Seeing what the leader looks like at this time, will it be like this... Trusting you and admiring you with all your heart? I'm afraid to run away from the distance... Ha, ha ha ha ha, the leader... the subordinates will take a step forward, in Look at you underground, see your loneliness all your life, see you betrayal and leave—"

He suddenly vomited a big mouthful of blood and finally lost his breath.

"Noisy." Ling Yuan moved away his feet blankly.

When Luo died of breath, Jiang Rui closed his eyes again and slumbered.

She always knew that Ling Yuan had another identity, but she didn't expect that the other identity was the leader of the demon cult. In this way, the recent turmoil and panic in the arena are all from his hands, but he does not know why he did this.

The evening breeze was breezy, and the fresh air of the vegetation was mixed with a faint smell of rust. The nocturnal beast smelled of a sweet smell, lurking in the dark and restless, but did not dare to approach it.

Ling Yuan turned sideways, and several people in black appeared behind him, his confidantes.

"It's done." He ordered, then walked to the stream and carefully washed his hands.

The creek water in the spring night still had a bone-thinning coolness. After washing his hands, he walked to the wheelchair at the entrance of the cave step by step. Every step he took, the blood on his body was taken away by the night breeze. When he sat in the wheelchair, his body was cold. After entering the cave, this coldness was also driven away by the warm flame.

He curled his lips, looking gentle and elegant.

The fire was beeping Bobo, and the light was a little darker than before. He put two pieces of wood into the fire, silently approaching the sleeping person in the corner.

She slept deeply, curled up slightly, her cheeks rosy.

Someone outside the cave fell into the icy stream. She slept soundly in the warm cave. She did not know what she had dreamed of. Her brows stretched out, the corners of her mouth curled up with a smile, and her lips squirmed silently.

The smile on Ling Yuan's face didn't know when it disappeared, he looked at her blankly, and slowly stretched out a hand after a long time.

This hand that had just harvested many lives, crossed her chest, neck, and mouth and nose. As long as it fell, it could take away the limp life, but in the end it just gently took off the one hanging from her hair. Root grass clippings.

"You have to be obedient," he said, as if talking to himself, "you have to be obedient."

If you obey you will not die, if obey...

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So Lao Ba’s heart: She really likes me, in that case, let her like it generously.

In the days to come, the old eight will recognize the reality and who is the obedient one.