Chapter 139: Illusion? Dream? (3)
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Ha, man, youâve piqued my interest!
He Qingge was quite surprised. This illusion was too real. âThen how do you think I should apologize?â
âYou, um, youâŠâ Yang Ning Bing didnât know what to say.
âI want candied haws.â The devilish brat suddenly spoke.
âRight, then you can accompany them with candied haws.âYang Ning Bing nodded.
He Qingge laughed.â Whatâs so good about candied haws? Only kids who donât know better like them. Are you a kid who doesnât know better?ââ
âI have something better than candied haws here!â âWhat is it?â The devilish bratâs mouth slightly drooled.
âBurn the bird.â He Qingge smiled.
âBurning birds? I want to eat, I want to eat.â The devilish brat looked at the birds in the sky and on the trees.
He Qingge opened his arms wide.â You can see that Iâve just recovered from a serious illness. My body is very weak. Thereâs no way to catch me.ââ
âOtherwise, Immortal, you can capture them with an immortal technique.â
Yang Ning Bing opened her mouth slightly, why did she feel that something was wrong?
Wasnât he here to apologize? Why did it become him who wanted to catch the bird?
âBig sister wants it, big sister wants itâŠâ The devilish brat shook Yang Ning Bingâs clothes.
Yang Ning Bing nodded helplessly, but she glared at He Qing Ge,ââlf it doesnât taste good later, youâll have to bear the consequences.â
Yang Ning Bing was at the second level of Qi Refinement, although she didnât learn any powerful spells, she could easily catch some ordinary birds.
Not long after, the small hill lit up with smoke.
He Qingge picked some spices while crawling on the hill.
Before she was six years old, she found the food at home too unpalatable and wanted to find spices to season it.
In the end, they came to this small hill. There were a few special spices growing inside.
Soon, it was the burning bird. Under He Qinggeâs idle talk, it sizzled and emitted a fragrance.
He skillfully sprinkled some spices that had been ground into foam.
The entire burning bonfire immediately emitted waves of fragrance. Yang Ning Bing sniffed this special fragrance, her throat couldnât help but move.
He had never come into contact with this smell before.
âTry it!â
âDelicious.â
âHissâŠ* Cough cough * So spicyâŠDeliciousâŠâ The devilish brat ate until his mouth was full of oil. His face was flushed red as he panted.
It was spicy and he wanted to eat it.
Yang Ning Bing saw this and couldnât help but take a bite. The special taste penetrated her heart
âHmm, not bad.â
He Qingge looked at Yang Ning Bing and couldnât help but laugh.
âWhat are you laughing at?â
âIâm smiling happily. I didnât have enough to eat today, thank you for your bird.âHe Qingge also took out one with a little spice.
His body was too weak to use too much now.
âOh right, youâre an immortal. Why donât I take you as my master and you teach me immortal techniques?âHe Qingge asked.
He could not use his magic power in this illusion, nor could he cultivate the cultivation technique in his mind.
He might as well learn and cultivate from the person in the mirror. Perhaps he could break through this illusion.
Yang Ning Bing ate the meat bit by bit, but she couldnât help but cough when she heard He Qing Geâs words.
Be on guard: â The Dao cannot be passed on easily, and the techniques cannot be taught to outsiders. I also have no right to pass on the sectâs immortal techniques to you.â
âMoreover, youâre already so old and your body is so weak. If the purity of your spirit root is not enough, itâs impossible for you to cultivate.â âEven if I eat your bird, I canât teach you how to cultivate..â
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