Chapter 389: One Spoon of Stew

The young Ji Han grabbed the medicine bottle in Wu Yan's hand, poured out a light yellow pill, put it to his nose and smelled it, then frowned and muttered: "It turns out that it is just an ordinary healing pill with some special spiritual herbs added."

Wu Yan rubbed his nose and was amused by the young man. He said: "Your grandfather's cultivation is completely wasted. If he takes the spiritual pill rashly, how can his body bear it? You, young man, are disgusted. If you don't want it, just give it back to me. Do you really think that my healing pill is so easy to refine?"

The young man Ji Han apologized and forgot about Wu Yan for a moment, then he supported the old man and carefully fed the yellow pill into the old man's mouth. The old man took the pill and coughed loudly. The young man's face changed slightly. He was about to find some water, but suddenly there was a hand in front of him, and there was a small yellow gourd in his hand.

The young Ji Han looked up and found that it was Wu Yan who handed him the gourd at the right time. He thought that there should be water in the gourd. He immediately took the gourd in a hurry, opened the gourd stopper, and put it under his nose to smell it. This time, he showed a trace of shock on his face. He turned his face to look at Wu Yan in surprise. For a moment, he forgot to speak and forgot to feed the old man.

"What are you doing? Feed it to your grandfather quickly. Didn't you see that he coughed badly?" Wu Yan saw the young man's expression, and he felt a little proud in his heart, but he still scolded him with a stern face.

"Oh, thank you!" The young man reacted quickly, and the shock just now was quickly hidden in his heart. He carefully put the mouth of the gourd to the lips of the old man and fed him two small sips.

Wu Yan had a strange expression on his face, and he was more interested in the young Ji Han in front of him.

The water in the small gourd was not ordinary clear water, but spiritual water mixed with Yuehua Spirit Liquid. This kind of water is not only good for cultivators, but also for ordinary people, especially those with internal injuries.

However, ordinary people naturally cannot swallow the Moonlight Spiritual Liquid directly, but the yellow gourd contains the spiritual water prepared by Wu Yan using the Moonlight Spiritual Liquid. For ordinary people, taking this spiritual water is not only harmless, but also beneficial to the body.

I didn’t expect that this young man could not only smell the specialness of the healing pill, but also smell the origin of this water. It seems that this young man’s knowledge in pharmacology is extraordinary, and he should not be just a casual cultivator.

The old man took the healing pill and swallowed two mouthfuls of spiritual water. He had recovered his breath, and a trace of blood appeared on his pale face. He opened his somewhat distracted eyes and nodded to Wu Yan with gratitude, which was considered a thank you.

The young man stuffed the small gourd carefully, handed it to Wu Yan with some reluctance in his eyes, and said: "Thank you, what is your name?"

"Xiao... Xiao Han, don't talk nonsense, this benefactor is a senior in the Jindan stage." The old man struggled to stand up, Ji Han supported him, and when he heard the old man say that Wu Yan was a senior in the Jindan stage, Ji Han showed disbelief on his face and muttered in a low voice: "Grandpa, he doesn't look much older than me, how could he be..."

"Still talking nonsense!" Perhaps the spiritual water and healing pill took effect in the old man's body at the same time, the old man was already He was able to speak normally, glared at the young man, and his eyes were bright. He smiled apologetically to Wu Yan and said, "Please forgive me, benefactor. Xiaohan is young and has not seen much of the world. I made you laugh."

"It's okay. Old man, I am Wu Yan, please don't call me benefactor anymore. I am not used to it. Just call me fellow Taoist. Old man, you should have been in the Jindan stage before, right? Why did you become like this? Moreover, your injury is not so easy to heal in a short time. With such a serious internal injury, why don't you rest at home, but come here?" Wu Yan said strangely.

The young man Ji Han supported the old man with one hand, and stubbornly handed the gourd to Wu Yan with the other hand.

"Keep it, it will be good for your grandfather's injury." Wu Yan waved his hand.

"Well, then I would like to thank Senior Wu. Anyway, I owe you a favor, so I'll owe you more. Senior Wu, can you help me cure my grandfather completely? I keep my word. My life, Ji Han, will be yours from now on!" The young man's eyes turned red at first, and he nodded to Wu Yan gratefully, then looked at Wu Yan with a serious look on his face, waiting for his reply.

"Xiao Han, how can you talk to Wu En... Daoyou?" The old man glared at the young Ji Han, with some reproach in his eyes, but more of love.

"Your grandfather's injury is very special, and I am not sure I can cure it completely." Wu Yan shook his head slightly.

The young man showed disappointment on his face, and the old man's face was gloomy. He sighed and said in a low voice: "Xiao Han, grandpa is lucky to be alive. As long as you can practice well and inherit what your father left behind, grandpa will be satisfied."

"Well, grandpa, don't worry, grandson will never let grandpa and dad down!" Ji Han nodded heavily, with a firm tone in his tone.

The three of them were talking here as if no one was around. The onlookers saw that the old man was a little better, so they gathered at the door of Cuiyun Tower and watched the excitement elsewhere.

The meatball man who had come out of Cuiyun Tower earlier was now holding a huge spoon that was shining with cold light. He tried to open his eyes wide, as big as green beans, and stared at the arrogant Tang Huang in front of him. He laughed strangely and snorted coldly, "My Taoist name is 'One Spoon of Hui'. Little kid, don't think that you dare to be arrogant in front of me just because you have the strength of the late Jindan period. Believe it or not, I only need one word from you, and no matter who you are, I can make you disappear from this world! Repeat what I just said if you have the guts!"

"A spoonful of stew? What a dog... Are you the chef master of Cuiyun Tower? Haha, I am Tang Huang, a disciple of Tiandao Sect. I offended you with my words just now. Please don't take offense, Master Yishao!" When Tang Huang heard the words of the meatball man, he swallowed the curse words that were about to come out of his mouth and put on a humble look. The rapid change of his expression was simply astonishing.

He was standing at the bottom of the steps at this time, very politely bowing to the meatball man to apologize. There was no trace of arrogance just now. His humble attitude made people sigh.

"Hmph! I don't have time to pay attention to you. Get out of the way!" The meatball man didn't give Tang Huang any face at all, and squeezed out of the gate of Cuiyun Tower sideways.

Tang Huang's face flashed with embarrassment, and he hurriedly stepped back a few steps, and then stepped aside to make way.

The meatball man walked up to Ji Han and the old man, scanned them with his green bean eyes, and nodded. It was a little forced to say that he nodded. After all, his neck didn't have any at all. It seemed that he had taken in his stomach twice, which was considered a nod.

When the meatball man stared at the grandfather and grandson, the two also looked at him. Wu Yan found that Ji Han was very excited when he saw the meatball man. His whole handsome smiling face turned red. He put his hands behind his back and tried to hold his chest high. He held his head high, clenched his fists, and squeezed them so hard that they made a creaking sound. He looked at the meatball man without giving in.

"Are you the son of Ji Wubing? Your cultivation is too poor and you are malnourished. It seems that the rumors are true. You have been kicked out of the Ji family and are no longer considered Ji family members. Well, Ji Guizang is still trustworthy." The meatball man used the huge spoon in his hand without hesitation to hit Ji Han, laughed strangely twice, and said bluntly.

Ji Han was hit on the body with a spoon, but he did not avoid it. He just tried to widen his eyes, staring at the meatball man with hatred, and shouted: "Yishaohui, I, Ji Han, want to challenge you! I must beat you and win back everything my father lost!"

"Hehehe..." The meatball man looked up to the sky and laughed an extremely uncomfortable laugh, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

The people watching the fun also laughed loudly.

Ji Han's face turned redder. He could naturally hear why these people were laughing. Aren't they laughing at him for not knowing his own abilities?

Indeed, with his current Qi Refining Stage cultivation, he wanted to challenge the meatball man in front of him, a master in the middle stage of the Jindan stage. Whether it was a comparison of cultivation and magical powers or cooking skills, this young man was obviously not a match for the meatball man.

At this time, everyone already knew that the meatball man was the top spiritual chef master of Cuiyun Tower, Master Yishao. Seeing that Ji Han wanted to challenge him, how could they not laugh?

"Master Yishao, this little bastard just blocked the entrance of Cuiyun Tower, obviously wanting to cause trouble. I was just about to teach him a lesson, but you, Master Yishao, stopped me. I didn't expect this kid to be so ignorant, how about I get rid of him for you?" Tang Huang turned around and appeared beside Yishao Hui, smiling and saying to the meatball man.

"Oh? You got rid of him for me? Who are you? Do you dare to go against the Ji family? Hehehehe... Young man, how can I not see what you are thinking? While I'm not angry yet, you'd better disappear! Humph, how can you interfere in my affairs?" Yishao Hui not only did not appreciate it, but also rejected Tang Huang unceremoniously.

Tang Huang's face turned green and red, he gritted his teeth, and finally did not dare to get angry. He snorted, stepped aside, watched coldly, and said no more.

"Young man, what's your name? You want to challenge me? Hehehe, isn't your grandfather Ji Guitian's fate enough to warn you? Hehehe... Are you really going to join this business?" The meatball man pointed at Ji Han's grandfather with a big spoon in his hand and laughed.

"Yishao Hui, remember this! My name is Ji Han, Han for cold! I came here today to tell you that in ten years, I will learn my father's cooking skills and defeat you personally! Yishao Hui, do you dare to accept my challenge?" Ji Han straightened his spine and stared at the meatball man without giving in.

Wu Yan stood aside and felt that the young man in front of him, with his thin spine, was surprisingly straight, and a burst of vitality emanated from him, so admirable and moving.

"Hehehehe...Okay! What is there that you cannot accept from Yi Shao Chong? Originally, this old man wanted to take you in as my apprentice and teach you the art of spiritual cooking, but it seems that you seem to have more confidence in your father Ji Wubing's spiritual cooking art. That's very good. Hehehehe...I'll give you ten years! Ji Guitian, it seems that you are lucky enough to have met an alchemy master. Your body can still be saved, then I won't embarrass myself." The meatball man glanced at Wu Yan meaningfully and ignored everyone. He waved the big spoon, and a pungent smoke rose up. His meatball body disappeared on the spot.