Quick Transmigration: Losing All Standing and Reputation - Chapter 124

[Chapter 124 Falling into the mortal world (5)]

Mu Wushuang’s laughter alarmed the people in the room. Jiu’er saw that the pig’s head was overcooked, and the fragrant marinade was thick and thick, so he put out the fire in the stove with ashes. He ran outside the house.

Seventh girl didn’t move, she saw Mu Wushuang take the gun, and at this moment she heard Mu Wushuang laughing again, only when he was feeling depressed in his heart, he was refreshed at the moment. When Mu Wushuang and Jiu’er weren’t paying attention, Miss Qi often did some embroidery work to exchange for some change. Just now, she was startled by Mu Wushuang’s laughter. She poked the tip of the needle with her fingertips and immediately dripped blood, okay? The risk did not get on people’s handkerchiefs. Seven girls held Han’s injured fingertips. Although it hurt a little, her heart was sweet. She often felt that she was dragging her brother down, thinking that it might be cleaner to hit her head to death, but in the end, she survived for her brother. But this kind of day is coming to an end after all. The seventh girl felt that her death was coming, and she didn’t expect to see Wu Ge’er so happy again.

Jiu’er ran outside the house and saw her brother lying on the ground, his clothes soaked, dirty and embarrassed, and subconsciously felt that Song was going to kill Mu Wushuang. The little girl first stood in front of Mu Wushuang, then quickly rushed towards Song but grabbed and bit her, and took time to shout, “You are not allowed to bully my brother!”

It was impossible to fight back. , you have to hide, the little girl rushed over again, but Song jumped to the ground as soon as he avoided people. Poor Song was a half-immortal, and was almost scratched into a cat by a little girl. Fortunately, he covered his face with his hands, and when he finally covered his sleeves, he said he was not injured, and it would not be seen that he was healed immediately,

Mu Wushuang was still lying on the ground silly, but when he saw Jiu’er pouring out for him, he was moved and ashamed, and hurried up to stop the person, but apologized and thanked Song.

The fight with Song Que just now turned into Song Que’s unilateral guidance in the end. The meridians blocked in Mu Wushuang’s body were all opened up, not to mention the infuriating energy in his body, which was several times stronger than before, and his martial arts seemed to have crossed several realms in a row. These are not the most surprising things to Mu Wushuang. What he valued most was Song Que’s correction of Mu Jiagun. Under his guidance, Mu Wushuang felt that he had truly practiced Mu’s gun.

Mu Wushuang now doesn’t doubt where Song Que came to catch him, but he thinks that Song Que may be someone who the Mu family has helped before, and only understands the Mu family gun, and this happened just now.

Perhaps with such brute force, he is still far from the desire to succeed in revenge, but this is hope, it is different, Mu Wushuang now shows the liveliness and instability of some young people.

Stewed pig’s head is a big meat dish. There are more than a dozen jars of brewed wine. You can drink it tonight. The rice has been stewed in the bucket for a long time. Although it is not full of white rice, it is also mixed with a lot of coarse grains, but it has pig head meat, and it is fragrant no matter how you eat it. Mu Wushuang didn’t really take the pig’s head out for people to eat. He took a clean knife and started to cut the meat, one category after another.

The pork head meat was stewed and rotten and glutinous. After being cut into large pieces, it was sliced into pieces and placed on a plate. A whole pig’s head was sliced out of three plates.

Mu Wushuang sautéed the other vegetables on the chopping board, and finally brought them to the table for dinner.

After deciding that Song was a good person, Mu Wushuang did not let Seventh Girl and Jiu’er avoid any more taboos, and everyone ate at the same table, making it a lively affair. The seventh girl had a weak stomach, so Mu Wushuang cooked porridge for her. Although it was a little thinner, it was full of white rice, without any coarse grains.

The seventh girl ate a lot of vegetables, and only slightly dipped the meat. After using up the porridge, she left the table. Jiu’er is young and her body is stronger. It is rare to see such fragrant meat, and she is reluctant to leave the table with a round belly.

Song has been waiting for this meal for several days.

Jiu’er is small, and it’s easy to burn a fire. I’m afraid she can’t reach the pot when cooking. Seventh girl is frail, and cooking is a tough job. She wants to do it, but it depends on Mu Wushuang’s permission. In the end, the family of three was Mu Wushuang who did the cooking. Since there is no shortage of seasonings, today’s meal is really delicious.

When Song only took the first bite, he felt the hot air flow down his esophagus to his limbs, especially to his feet, allowing him to stand on the earth in a down-to-earth manner.

The stewed pork has a bit of boiled very fragrant and glutinous pork skin. It is fat and thin. When you bite into it, you can hardly feel the blockage of fibers. It can be called melt in your mouth. This marinade has the sweetness of wine and the mellowness of spices, and even the slightly salty soy sauce in the marinade is just right.

This piece of meat may be a little greasy, but with rice, you can eat a bowl of rice in a few big bites, pick two green vegetables, and drink a cup of sweet water and wine, the whole person is comfortable from beginning to end. .

The stove is the most flamboyant place. In the past three years, the Mu family brothers and sisters have stood in front of the stove countless times, worrying about their livelihood, the sorrow of the collapse of the family, the self-resentment that cannot take revenge, and the fear of losing each other. These emotions are on the stove. Day after day entrenched, and finally fell into this dish.

Every time Song took a bite, these emotions penetrated into his heart. In the end, after the meal, his body was satisfied, but his heart was very uncomfortable. Song, however, stared at Mu Wushuang for a long time, as if he saw Mu Wushuang, a young boy, kneeling in front of different people’s courtyards in the heavy rain, but no one was willing to open a door and hold an umbrella for him; seeing him kowtow Shouting to the parents for being wronged, no matter how much blood is shed, no one is moved at all.

Song looked at him and burst into tears, which surprised Mu Wushuang. But Song waved his hand and said, “My body is like this, you don’t care.”

Song didn’t lie, but after reading more fairy stories, you can see that the body of the fairy is easy to touch the feelings of the human world. I understand, which one is not shattered.

Mu Wushuang didn’t know, he just thought that he had a chronic eye disease and was prone to tears, so he didn’t bother, he just stayed for one night and asked him to leave tomorrow morning.

Song did not refuse, he still had some things to do.

At night, Song, who had not slept, got up. Mu Wushuang gave him his room, and he went to sleep in the room with the clutter. Song was a little embarrassed. He had given the house to him, but he had to go to his sister’s boudoir. No matter how he looked at it, he was an apprentice. Fortunately, his starting point was not bad. In order to avoid unnecessary troubles caused by the movement, Song fluttered his sleeves, followed his heart, and appeared directly at the head of Seventh Girl’s bed.

本以为是万无一失的事，谁知道七姑娘秉性脆弱，近来已经到了夜不成眠的程度，此刻正靠在床头看月亮，眼睁睁地看着宋却凭空出现。

两人大眼瞪小眼瞪了一会儿，具是惊吓过度失了言语。还是宋却先反应过来，食指竖在嘴唇跟前，暗示七姑娘噤声。

宋却突然出现着实吓人，七姑娘一时想不明白他是个什么东西，见他不让说话，迟疑着点了点头，还真不敢发出声音把穆无双叫来。心里想着宋却要是什么坏东西，把武哥儿叫来岂不是害了他？倒不如自个先听话些，按着宋却的话去做。

宋却心里微微叹气，若不是这件事非得有些肢体接触，他也不至于夜闯香闺这么无理，现在更不会这么尴尬。

宋却往前走了一步，七姑娘瑟缩了一下，但不敢躲，怕惹宋却生气。宋却有些无奈，感觉自己活像个逼良为娼的混账，他将手放在七姑娘的头顶上，七姑娘抖得更厉害了，像是要抽过去一样。

宋却是第一次当神仙，很多技能都不太熟练，自己也是盲人过河，随意琢磨着用。先前用这法子点化过桃树，不知道今日能不能用这法子救一救七姑娘。

仙元从宋却的掌中源源不断地流入七姑娘头顶的百汇穴，不知道是月光带给人的错觉，还是这些仙元就是这么的立竿见影，七姑娘的面庞似乎都莹润了起来。

宋却感到掌下这具身躯的生气一点一点充盈起来，逐渐形成了流转，将死的躯壳重新焕发了生机。

此间事了，宋却也不再多看人家姑娘一眼，省得真落下登徒子的名号。

窗前月光依旧皎洁，那个突然出现的人又突然消失，七姑娘望着月光中飘着的浮尘许久，突然想起了李太白的诗句。

仙人抚我顶，结发受长生。

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However, Song kept the bottles and jars at Mu’s house, and left a small note: “It’s okay to go north.”

I don’t know if Mu Wushuang would accept his suggestion.

Song thought for a while, then put this matter aside, and after re-arranging the condiments, he started his random teleportation journey.

Song, however, likes to run to the deserted countryside where there are almost no people, not that he thinks that only poor people’s feelings can make him eat a good meal with fireworks. It’s just that the more people cook by themselves, the deeper the feelings of this meal are inherited from the stove. For such a meal, Song has been able to stay down-to-earth in the world for half a decade, which is better than the meals in those splendid and rich places. many. With this kind of mood in mind, Song walked every day with mountains and rivers.

But he didn’t expect that he could pick up dying people when he walked around in the mountains. It was an old lady who was lying on the ground and passed out, and there were a few handfuls of wild vegetables in the basket. When I came out to pick wild vegetables in the cold weather, no matter how I thought about it, I would pass out of hunger. Song helped the person up, and just wanted to wake him up, but stopped again, took out the handfuls of wild vegetables from the basket, put them back into the ground, and used the power of immortality to spawn some, which were scattered here and there. , it will not be too exaggerated, and it can ensure that the old lady will have enough after picking it.

However, Song picked up a few handfuls of wild vegetables that had just grown and put them back in the old lady’s basket. After thinking for a while, he made himself a little dejected. Later, he would open his mouth to eat someone else’s meal, and then he would wake him up.

The old lady, surnamed Zhou, was still a little confused after being rescued by Song but didn’t even know that she had just fainted from hunger. Mrs. Zhou only vaguely remembered that the wild vegetables here were all lit up, but when she woke up, she saw a handsome young man who had grown wild vegetables in the field, and she was no longer hungry.

Mrs. Zhou remained silent for a long time before she said to Song Que: “Lady, tell the truth to me, am I already dead?” This fact, excitedly pull up wild vegetables. Song said that he would help her to pull wild vegetables together, and only asked Mrs. Zhou to give him a meal. Mrs. Zhou, who had almost died of starvation, did not hesitate to refuse, but agreed: “Mr. Madam, I don’t have anything to eat at home. All you have to do is this wild vegetable, if you don’t dislike it, you will come to my house.”

[End of This Chapter]