Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 123

[Chapter 123 Falling into the mortal world (4)]

Although the wooden pot was covered, the aroma of wine and spices continued to radiate during the stew. The wine was sweet and the spices were mellow, but Song and Mu Wushuang could smell it. However, they are all determined people, and they are not anxious to eat a little now. This water has to roll more than 200 open in this way, before the next step can be carried out.

Song, however, raised a topic: “I think Lingmei seems to be stunned, but have you seen the doctor?”

Mu Wushuang stared at the boiling wine, but he didn’t know where to fly, and after a while he said, “Bring it out from the womb. This disease cannot be cured, it can only be raised.”

For their current situation, it was like a death sentence. Mu Wushuang had a way out, going to the border gate, but Sister Wan couldn’t bear the bumps. If she was left alone in the capital, it would be a dead end. It seems that no matter which way she takes, this young lady who has been pampered since she was a child can only succumb to her death.

Mu Wushuang was not reconciled, so he would rather hide in the deep mountains and old forests, be a nameless hunter, tiredly support his two younger sisters, and he would not see the day of coming out, and he was unwilling to lose another relative. But without those nourishing medicinal ingredients, Sister Wan’s body is not as good as it is day by day. Mu Wushuang often hears her wake up at night and go to the courtyard to cover her mouth and cough softly. She didn’t want them to know that her health was getting worse, so Mu Wushuang could only clench his fists and grit his teeth, pretending not to know.

Seeing that blood was almost dripping from his eyes, Song sighed softly in his heart, opened the lid of the pot and reminded, “You can add autumn oil.

” It is one of the indispensable seasonings when stewing pork.

Mu Wudu showed some embarrassment on both sides, they didn’t even have autumn oil here. Because I only learn some elegant objects, what I can do is to brew some wine for personal use, and this wine cannot be exchanged with others. They bought some seasonings like autumn oil at first, but later they used it. Eat less and less.

Song took out a large jar of soy sauce from the bag, and took a step forward. He didn’t know how much to add, and Mu Wushuang, who rarely used autumn oil, naturally didn’t know either. The two of them pondered and drank a large glass. The large glass of soy sauce was dark and clear, which looked a bit scary, but when they poured it into the large pot of wine, it melted away in one fell swoop. The two of them thought about stopping at first, and if the saltiness is not enough later, then add more.

Song But took out a large can of white sugar. Mu Wushuang felt that his burden was a bit miraculous. When he was carrying it, it was steady and relaxed. He didn’t expect that there were so many bottles and cans in it.

“How much sugar?”

Mu Wushuang hesitated again.

Seeing that he didn’t know, Song began to believe in sugar again. Seeing that Song had placed one or two, Mu Wushuang couldn’t help but stop: “Don’t let it go yet?”

These two are not good at cooking, so After messing around with the ingredients, I was a little worried at the moment. Looking at this slurping pot, I didn’t know what the stew would taste like. The huge pig’s head inside, no matter how you look at it, is a little dead. Song, however, recited Amitabha and covered the pig’s head with a pot lid.

Mu Wushuang looked amused and said, “Brother Song is a Shaolin disciple?”

Song Que smiled and said, “Then I have violated the precepts too much, and the abbot will be pissed to death.”

Mu Wushuang burned the firewood to ensure the fire in the stove. It is big enough, and when the dry wood burns, there is a faint smell of wood, which makes people feel a little warm in this cool season.

When the pig’s head in the pot was cooked, Mu Wushuang took a chopstick and dipped it in some wine juice and dipped it on the tip of his tongue. He wanted to try the salty taste. As soon as the chopstick touched the tip of his tongue, his eyes lit up.

But Song saw him like that, and knew that the sauce for the pig’s head stew was not as bad as they thought. Song Que asked, “Are there any more seasonings?”

Mu Wushuang waved his hand, Song Que then scooped up a few scoops of boiled water and poured them into the pot one by one until the water was enough to cover the pig’s head. He picked up a clean iron block and placed it on top of the floating pig’s head, and the pig’s head sank steadily into the water, completely submerged by the water.

Mu Wushuang added a few handfuls of firewood and boiled it over high heat. As the bubbles popped up and burst, the whole cooked pig head was simmered in the mellow juice, and the water in the juice evaporated little by little. . Seeing the effort of cooking a stick of incense, Mu Wushuang fiddled with the firewood, lowered the fire, and simmered it slowly with a slow fire. The next step is to burn the fire and collect the juice, which is not very technical. Mu Wushuang shouted “Jiu’er”, and Jiu’er ran over. The little girl knew what was going on at a glance, and came over to take Mu Wushuang to sit in front of the stove. Down.

The pig’s head in the pot was thoroughly stewed, and the mellow sauce flavor continued to spread out as the water vapor evaporated. Jiu’er couldn’t help but stand up and take a look at the pot. The big pig’s head, which had scared her several times before, was now dyed into the usual sauce color of braised pork, and stewed in the gradually rich sauce, she was not afraid at all, and swallowed greedily.

When it happened, Jiu’er was still young and when she was living in poverty, she was the most troubled one, but she was also the one who got used to it the fastest. The influence of wealth and wealth in her early years was almost invisible to her. She’s just a slightly educated country girl. Fortunately, her siblings are pure and natural, which is not a bad thing.

Mu Wushuang smiled and stroked his sister’s rough hair, then turned to Song Que and said, “Brother Song, this will take a while to cook. Should we go out and try some tricks?”

Song had no objection.

The system secretly said, “You are now an immortal, bullying other people’s kid’s hard work, you have no regrets?”

Song Que said: “I have also practiced a lot of things, but every time I have to practice again, you have no regrets. No regrets?” The

system shut up.

Mu Wushuang took a knife and fought against Song but found that Song had no weapons, so he put the knife in the corner again, and the two fought with bare hands.

Mu Wushuang’s fists and feet were obviously made from serious work.

Song Que responded while observing his moves and habits. After a long while, he suddenly retreated three meters and distanced himself from Mu Wushuang. Mu Wushuang was fighting vigorously. Seeing that Song was so puzzled, he listened to Song but said: “Since you are using a gun, bring a gun and I will fight you with a knife.”

Mu Wushuang changed his face, Mu Wushuang said. No one in the world of guns knows, but what does Song Que mean? During this day, he had doubted Song but many times, and was relieved many times. At this juncture, many thoughts were flying in his mind, and finally Mu Wushuang pursed his lips and entered the room.

It was something he had been hiding for a long time, and he never dared to take it out or even look at it. He was afraid that if he saw it, he would not be able to stop his desire for revenge. Burn it clean before stopping.

Mu Wushuang didn’t know what to do, but tonight he actually turned this thing out. The seventh girl on the side heard him rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and came over to take a look. She coughed three times at a time, but she was forcibly restrained.

Mu Wushuang took out the family heirloom and kowtowed three times on the spot. Seventh girl was leaning against the wall behind her back, listening to her brother knocking her head, she swallowed what she wanted to ask, and left slowly, not letting her brother know that she had been here.

When Mu Wushuang walked out of the house with a long spear, Song had already picked up the knife he had thrown aside and was waiting for him there.

Song Que’s eyes swept past the long spear in Mu Wu’s hands, and praised: “Good spear! Come!”

Mu Wushuang didn’t treat him politely either. As soon as he took the spear in his hand, his whole person’s aura was swept away. Changed, the previous picture kept flashing in his mind, and then it was torn apart by the blood.

He shouted loudly, his toes pressed, and he approached with a gun. This shot roared, as if torn by the wind, and the momentum was no trivial matter. Song, however, was not serious about hiding, and was still the kind of dodging method that was too lazy to take a step back and pursued without wasting a single bit of energy. However, the energy brought by the gun was broad and powerful, and one of Song Que’s hair was cut off.

Song Que’s current body is like a mortal but not like a mortal, and he is not a god at all. He didn’t have the so-called invulnerability, but he possessed a miraculous ability to recover, so the strand of hair was broken and then slowly grew back.

Song could clearly perceive the changes in every part of his body, so he felt the process of rebirth almost immediately. This made him a little scared. Fortunately, a strand of hair was broken. I understand that Mu Wushuang couldn’t notice what happened at that moment. If a strand was broken, he would lose his vest on the spot. He wouldn’t do anything like tampering with other people’s memories for his own selfish interests, and he would never do it in his life.

With this moment, Song was able to cheer up and deal with Mu Wushuang. A person who is about to become an immortal seriously deals with a mortal warrior, and he can know the result if he thinks about it.

However, Song not only attacked Mu Wushuang with force, but also did not forgive others: “It is said that one inch is long and one inch is strong. It is rare to see those with guns and those with knives beating like this.”

Mu Wushuang was humiliated . , shouted again, in order to stimulate the whole body’s blood and blood, and circulated in the body for a week, for a time only felt that the whole body’s meridians were opened up, and the true energy circulated in the body endlessly, gradually forming a self-circulation. Mu Wushuang felt that his whole body was full of energy, and both the speed of his moves and the strength of his moves had improved qualitatively.

However, it was useless, Mu Wushuang, whose skill had skyrocketed in a short period of time, still failed to beat Song Que. His gun is fast, Song Que’s knife is faster, his gun is fierce, Song Que’s knife is even fiercer.

This kind of improvement but still being pressed and beaten by the opponent is not a good feeling. For many people who are arrogant and arrogant, it is a nearly devastating blow, but it is not for Mu Wushuang.

His arrogance was shattered when his elders forced him to abandon the family and flee. He almost lived unnoticed for three years. Although he never forgets his revenge, what he can do is to remain anonymous and be a villager in the mountains. He endured this feeling of suffocation and uselessness for three years.

After being stunned for a while, Mu Wushuang regained his composure, repeating the actions of stabbing, picking, and collecting that he had practiced countless times.

However, Song suddenly accelerated the offensive, and made a statement to remind Mu Wushuang of the timing of the move. It’s true that Mu Wushuang practiced this set of kung fu from childhood to adulthood, but the first ten years were the ten years of laying the foundation, and only later did he start practicing the moves. Compared with direct teaching, his father and grandfather hoped that he could master it on his own, and then The two of them could also give him some pointers, but he didn’t expect that they wouldn’t have time to correct this famous Mu family gun for him.

Song doesn’t know how to shoot, but at this point, he has clear ears and eyesight, and his mind is able to understand. Mu’s gun was originally a kung fu that was honed on the battlefield, and its tricks were exquisite, but Song only needed to point out Mu Wushuang’s timing to save him from using old tricks and being too stupid in his offensive.

After the fight between the two of them was over, Song Que’s clothes were dry and he stood there. Mu Wushuang was already lying on the ground. He was so tired that he couldn’t even lift his fingers, but he laughed out loud.

[End of This Chapter]