Chapter 242 Stop eating it
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Jiu Yu
Ye Changqing always felt that it was impossible for woodworms to eat like this, but Xu Jie and the others didn't feel anything at all.
He thought that the monk should indeed be unaffected, but when he had breakfast the next day, Ye Changqing felt something was wrong.
Because of this competition for position, why are there only fluctuations in spiritual power and no sound?
Didn’t everyone just rush over to me in a hurry, why do they still shout so many words? But today, I could only hear the sounds of footsteps and fighting, and no sound of anyone talking at all.
Is this a pantomime?
Outside the kitchen, the competition among the disciples was still fierce, and they did speak, but the voice...how to put it, it was as if fate had choked the throat.
"Look at me wrapping my hands."
"Look at my cotton palm."
"Streaming Step."
The voice was hoarse and weak, as if there was a knot in the throat.
It wasn't until the disciples entered the kitchen and Ye Changqing saw them that he was sure that they were mad.
You must be angry, your voice is hoarse, your eyes are red, what is this if you are not angry?
But even so, after breakfast, Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping and others still invited all the disciples to go fishing for insects together.
"Let's go, brothers, go fishing for insects."
"it is good......."
Looking at the disciples, they were chattering and moving their mouths, but they couldn't make any sound. Unless they put their ears to their mouths, they could vaguely hear something.
But even so, these guys still want to catch insects, Ye Changqing said helplessly.
"Senior brothers, it's like this, why don't you eat something light today?"
"%￥#￥%￥"
Hearing this, Xu Jie opened his mouth and spoke with difficulty, but Ye Changqing only saw his mouth move, but there was no sound at all.
"What did you say?"
"I said ￥#￥...%...￥"
"Ok?"
"I said.........I'm fine, junior brother...you don't have to worry..."
This is still called nothing, so why don't you speak, just open your mouth and make no sound, and still call it nothing?
Ye Changqing was really convinced, but he couldn't stop him. For the sake of stuttering, these people really risked their lives.
Moreover, there seems to be something wrong with this woodworm. Why is it that even saintly beings like Hong Zun and the others have mute necks?
It was as if it had nothing to do with cultivation, and Xu Jie and the others must have healed their injuries with spiritual power.
According to what everyone said, it was not painful or itchy, but it was as if the throat had disappeared and no sound could be made.
Weird.
At lunch time, it was fried woodworm again, and everyone still enjoyed it.
But after eating this meal, everyone, including Hong Zun and the others, were completely speechless.
They can only use spiritual power to communicate.
"It's delicious. The more I eat these woodworms, the more I want to eat them."
"Haha, senior brother said, let's go and catch insects again."
"Let's go."
In the courtyard of the kitchen, I saw a group of Dao Yizong disciples. They were all silly and happy, but they didn't make any sound, but they were still beaming with each other. They looked like a bunch of crazy people together.
Seeing this weird scene, Ye Changqing's lips twitched. Do you still want to eat after this?
"Senior brother, why don't you take a day off and eat another day? You are all speechless."
"Junior brother, there's no need to worry. We can still use spiritual power to transmit sounds. You see, it's not at all affected now."
Okay, what a good guy, listen to that tone, because it has spiritual power to transmit sound, so the throat can be dispensed with?
In the next few days, while Ye Changqing walked around the tree city, the disciples also ate woodworms for several days.
The final result was that everyone, one by one, was completely silenced and couldn't even make a sound.
Although it is possible to communicate through spiritual power, there are limitations.
The other party must be a monk and have spiritual power in his body, otherwise you will not be able to communicate through spiritual power.
This resulted in the disciples having no problem communicating among themselves, but once they met ordinary people, it would not work.
It was like right now, Xu Jie was competing with a maid in the city lord's palace, and the maid was confused.
"Master Immortal, what do you want to say? This slave doesn't understand."
To the maid's dismay, such scenes abound, and Ye Changqing has seen them many times anyway.
While he was there, he could still send messages to them.
But even so, hell, these guys still want to eat fried woodworms, it's really outrageous.
The strange behavior of the disciples of Dao Yizong was naturally too busy for the city lord, Wei Feng's father.
At this time, the father and son were sitting opposite each other in the front hall. Looking at Wei Feng who only opened his mouth and made no sound, the city lord said with a black line.
"What's the matter with you guys?"
"Don't worry dad, it's okay."
"fine?"
Seeing his son communicating with him through spiritual power, the city lord frowned more and more. Is this okay?
"Son, why don't we just stop eating? You're already mute."
He naturally knew about eating woodworms, but he was already eating dumb insects, so he still wanted to eat them?
Hearing this, Wei Feng looked around with a cautious expression. After making sure there was no one else around, he quietly took out a fried woodworm from the space ring and handed it to his father.
"Father, try it."
Wei Feng secretly hid this, and when he took it out to his father, he set an example of a loving father and a filial son.
Taking the woodworm, the city lord looked suspicious, is this thing really so delicious? You've eaten so much that your voice has become mute, why don't you let it go?
With the idea of giving it a try, the city lord took a bite, and his eyes instantly lit up.
"This............."
Wei Feng, on the other hand, had an expression that I had known for a long time and nodded with satisfaction. Now I know why dad would rather be mute than eat this woodworm.
This woodworm is really delicious, and the most important thing is that cooking this woodworm does not require any superb skills.
Even if it were made by another person, it might not taste as good as Ye Changqing's, but it would still be delicious, because there is no need for other condiments at all.
So, next, the people in the City Lord's Mansion also became mute.
The first person to bear the brunt is the city lord, followed by the city lord’s family, and then the stewards and commanders.
In just two days, the entire City Lord's Mansion fell silent as if someone had turned off the volume button.
When meeting each other, those who have cultivated their skills will use their spiritual power to communicate, while those who have not cultivated their skills will just make gestures.
The only ones who can still make a sound are probably Ye Changqing and those old dogs.
"Aba Aba............"
"Aba Aba......"
I was about to go out for a walk. Along the way, the servants and maids of the city lord's palace made respectful gestures when they saw Ye Changqing.
Seeing this, Ye Changqing's eyelids jumped, and he didn't know how to answer. He couldn't go up and show off himself.
In the end, he could only nod his head.
I thought that everything would be fine after leaving the City Lord's Mansion, but when I came to the city and passed by a shop, Ye Changqing happened to take a look at a bottle of seasoning and walked up to ask about the price.
"Seller, how do you sell this bottle of Hongling pepper?"
"Aba Aba............"
Um? ? ? ?
He thought that the monk should indeed be unaffected, but when he had breakfast the next day, Ye Changqing felt something was wrong.
Because of this competition for position, why are there only fluctuations in spiritual power and no sound?
Didn’t everyone just rush over to me in a hurry, why do they still shout so many words? But today, I could only hear the sounds of footsteps and fighting, and no sound of anyone talking at all.
Is this a pantomime?
Outside the kitchen, the competition among the disciples was still fierce, and they did speak, but the voice...how to put it, it was as if fate had choked the throat.
"Look at me wrapping my hands."
"Look at my cotton palm."
"Streaming Step."
The voice was hoarse and weak, as if there was a knot in the throat.
It wasn't until the disciples entered the kitchen and Ye Changqing saw them that he was sure that they were mad.
You must be angry, your voice is hoarse, your eyes are red, what is this if you are not angry?
But even so, after breakfast, Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping and others still invited all the disciples to go fishing for insects together.
"Let's go, brothers, go fishing for insects."
"it is good......."
Looking at the disciples, they were chattering and moving their mouths, but they couldn't make any sound. Unless they put their ears to their mouths, they could vaguely hear something.
But even so, these guys still want to catch insects, Ye Changqing said helplessly.
"Senior brothers, it's like this, why don't you eat something light today?"
"%￥#￥%￥"
Hearing this, Xu Jie opened his mouth and spoke with difficulty, but Ye Changqing only saw his mouth move, but there was no sound at all.
"What did you say?"
"I said ￥#￥...%...￥"
"Ok?"
"I said.........I'm fine, junior brother...you don't have to worry..."
This is still called nothing, so why don't you speak, just open your mouth and make no sound, and still call it nothing?
Ye Changqing was really convinced, but he couldn't stop him. For the sake of stuttering, these people really risked their lives.
Moreover, there seems to be something wrong with this woodworm. Why is it that even saintly beings like Hong Zun and the others have mute necks?
It was as if it had nothing to do with cultivation, and Xu Jie and the others must have healed their injuries with spiritual power.
According to what everyone said, it was not painful or itchy, but it was as if the throat had disappeared and no sound could be made.
Weird.
At lunch time, it was fried woodworm again, and everyone still enjoyed it.
But after eating this meal, everyone, including Hong Zun and the others, were completely speechless.
They can only use spiritual power to communicate.
"It's delicious. The more I eat these woodworms, the more I want to eat them."
"Haha, senior brother said, let's go and catch insects again."
"Let's go."
In the courtyard of the kitchen, I saw a group of Dao Yizong disciples. They were all silly and happy, but they didn't make any sound, but they were still beaming with each other. They looked like a bunch of crazy people together.
Seeing this weird scene, Ye Changqing's lips twitched. Do you still want to eat after this?
"Senior brother, why don't you take a day off and eat another day? You are all speechless."
"Junior brother, there's no need to worry. We can still use spiritual power to transmit sounds. You see, it's not at all affected now."
Okay, what a good guy, listen to that tone, because it has spiritual power to transmit sound, so the throat can be dispensed with?
In the next few days, while Ye Changqing walked around the tree city, the disciples also ate woodworms for several days.
The final result was that everyone, one by one, was completely silenced and couldn't even make a sound.
Although it is possible to communicate through spiritual power, there are limitations.
The other party must be a monk and have spiritual power in his body, otherwise you will not be able to communicate through spiritual power.
This resulted in the disciples having no problem communicating among themselves, but once they met ordinary people, it would not work.
It was like right now, Xu Jie was competing with a maid in the city lord's palace, and the maid was confused.
"Master Immortal, what do you want to say? This slave doesn't understand."
To the maid's dismay, such scenes abound, and Ye Changqing has seen them many times anyway.
While he was there, he could still send messages to them.
But even so, hell, these guys still want to eat fried woodworms, it's really outrageous.
The strange behavior of the disciples of Dao Yizong was naturally too busy for the city lord, Wei Feng's father.
At this time, the father and son were sitting opposite each other in the front hall. Looking at Wei Feng who only opened his mouth and made no sound, the city lord said with a black line.
"What's the matter with you guys?"
"Don't worry dad, it's okay."
"fine?"
Seeing his son communicating with him through spiritual power, the city lord frowned more and more. Is this okay?
"Son, why don't we just stop eating? You're already mute."
He naturally knew about eating woodworms, but he was already eating dumb insects, so he still wanted to eat them?
Hearing this, Wei Feng looked around with a cautious expression. After making sure there was no one else around, he quietly took out a fried woodworm from the space ring and handed it to his father.
"Father, try it."
Wei Feng secretly hid this, and when he took it out to his father, he set an example of a loving father and a filial son.
Taking the woodworm, the city lord looked suspicious, is this thing really so delicious? You've eaten so much that your voice has become mute, why don't you let it go?
With the idea of giving it a try, the city lord took a bite, and his eyes instantly lit up.
"This............."
Wei Feng, on the other hand, had an expression that I had known for a long time and nodded with satisfaction. Now I know why dad would rather be mute than eat this woodworm.
This woodworm is really delicious, and the most important thing is that cooking this woodworm does not require any superb skills.
Even if it were made by another person, it might not taste as good as Ye Changqing's, but it would still be delicious, because there is no need for other condiments at all.
So, next, the people in the City Lord's Mansion also became mute.
The first person to bear the brunt is the city lord, followed by the city lord’s family, and then the stewards and commanders.
In just two days, the entire City Lord's Mansion fell silent as if someone had turned off the volume button.
When meeting each other, those who have cultivated their skills will use their spiritual power to communicate, while those who have not cultivated their skills will just make gestures.
The only ones who can still make a sound are probably Ye Changqing and those old dogs.
"Aba Aba............"
"Aba Aba......"
I was about to go out for a walk. Along the way, the servants and maids of the city lord's palace made respectful gestures when they saw Ye Changqing.
Seeing this, Ye Changqing's eyelids jumped, and he didn't know how to answer. He couldn't go up and show off himself.
In the end, he could only nod his head.
I thought that everything would be fine after leaving the City Lord's Mansion, but when I came to the city and passed by a shop, Ye Changqing happened to take a look at a bottle of seasoning and walked up to ask about the price.
"Seller, how do you sell this bottle of Hongling pepper?"
"Aba Aba............"
Um? ? ? ?
