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Zen Master Baiyun and Shifang left, Qiu Ming helped Yan Chixia back to Lanruo Temple, and both of them felt a little weak. Qiu Ming took out the Qiankun Bagua Pot, took out two cups, and poured two cups of Drunken Immortal Brew: "Sir Yan, let's have a drink."

Yan Chixia dries up and turns to look at Qiu Ming: "How is your injury?"

Qiu Ming shook his head: "It's nothing serious, but your 'Dao Shen Dao' has been destroyed again. Can it be repaired this time?"

"Cough cough" Some blood was flowing from Yan Chixia's mouth, "If there is no material, what can I do to repair it. This time I was backfired, and it will not be cured for a month. It seems that I can't accompany you when I go to the Ghost Realm City this time."

Tomorrow is July 14th, which is the Ghost Festival. Many ghosts will come to the human world through the Ghost Sect, and they can also enter the ghost world through the Ghost Sect. Originally, Yan Chixia agreed, and this time she accompanied Qiu Ming to the Ghost Sect to the City of the Death of the Death of the Ghost Sect to find out the old demon in Black Mountain to see if she could kill him together.

But now Yan Chixia is like this, let alone the old monster in Black Mountain, even the two female ghosts who escaped, he has no energy to catch them.

Qiu Ming didn't plan to kill the Black Mountain Old Demon once, but he always had to go and inquire first. Then wait until the next time the ghost gate is opened, then go in and kill the Black Mountain Old Demon.

But if Yan Chixia had not led the way, Qiu Ming was afraid that he would get lost if he went there, or he would not even have someone to help him when he was besieged.

Originally, Zen Master Baiyun and the two monks Shifang were also good helpers, but Qiu Ming really couldn't communicate with those two people. Judging from the two people's appearance, if Qiu Ming asked them for help, they would definitely be proud and then brag about it. Maybe Qiu Ming would become one of the topics of Shifang's bragging in the future.

After thinking about it, Qiu Ming took out a black pill from the ring: "Sir Yan, this is a pill made by a monk named Daoji. Well, it is called Shiquan Dapu Pill, which has extraordinary effects. If you take it, it should be helpful to your injuries."

Yan Chixia took the pill and sniffed it, and felt the rich medicinal power inside, which made him increasingly unable to understand Qiu Ming. Qiu Ming's cultivation is not weak, but his reputation is not obvious.

I know him, Baiyun’s disciple, the Sumeru ring, the magical wine pot and spiritual wine, and now I even have such good elixirs. Where did it come from?

A magic weapon in the shape of an axe is powerful, and the defensive magic weapon on it is not of ordinary quality. In theory, such people should have a master. If there is trouble, will the master not help?

"Sir Yan, look at me and take the pills quickly." To be honest, Qiu Ming felt a little distressed. The sweat-nick ball was given to him by Ji Gong, and the medicine was very effective.

Qiu Ming was also injured, and he could take it himself. However, he knew how the pill was made and he was very resistant.

He wouldn't say this to Yan Chixia, well, I'll definitely not say it!

Yan Chixia is no longer polite. He really needs pills to recover from his injuries. And after his injuries recover, he will naturally help Qiu Ming, which is also considered a reward.

After throwing the pill into his mouth, Yan Chixia chewed it twice, feeling that the elixir tasted very strange, as if there was a stinky smell. He didn't think too much about it, and many elixirs tasted strange.

Seeing Yan Chixia actually chewing, Qiu Ming felt a strange smell coming out of Yan Chixia's mouth. He quickly went out, returned to the room next door, then took out the third-grade lotus platform, sat on it, and pinched the Great Vajra wheel seal with his hand.

A strong vitality emerged from his body. In conjunction with the Drunken Immortal Wine that Qiu Ming drank, plus the third-grade lotus platform under his butt, his injuries quickly recovered.

When it was already bright, Qiu Ming opened his eyes, moved his body, and put away the third-grade lotus platform. The backlash he suffered was not great, and his injuries have recovered now.

Found a pot in the temple, Qiu Ming made a fire, cooked four packs of instant noodles, and put a large piece of plastic-sealed braised beef in it.

"Brother Qiu, what are you making? It smells so good?" Yan Chixia spoke with a breath, and it seemed that her injuries had recovered well.

"I cooked some beef noodles, this is our lunch. Hero Yan, how are you doing?" Qiu Ming flashed a little back. This guy must have not brushed his teeth. He ate the old mud on Jigong yesterday!

Yan Chixia patted her chest: "I have recovered almost. Your Ten-Full Tonic Pills are really effective. I have suffered such severe injuries. It has only been a few hours, so it has not had much impact. Tonight, I will definitely accompany you to the ghost world."

I went to the room to find the remaining bowls and chopsticks they had last time, brushed them with well water, and Qiu Ming took a large bowl of noodles for Yan Chixia.

"This noodles tastes so fragrant. How did you make it? This beef tastes good, this is the best beef noodles I have ever eaten!" Yan Chixia said to Qiu Ming while sucking the noodles in a whisper.

"This is the noodles I bought from a businessman, and it may have some very good spices in it. I cooked a lot, enough for you to eat."

The taste of instant noodles is enough to compare with the skills of a top chef in this world! Qiu Ming only ate one bowl of noodles, about a little more than a pack. Yan Chixia later held the pot and finished all the instant noodles, not only drank the soup.

"Ah, this taste is so delicious. I really hope I can eat this noodles every day in the future." Yan Chixia said with a satisfied look on her face.

Qiu Mingxin said that many children made this wish when they were young, but after they realized it in the future, they will not only be happy, but also be full of depression.

After eating, Yan Chixia stuffed a willow branch into her mouth to brush her teeth, and enthusiastically handed one to Qiu Ming. Qiu Ming also pretended to brush it twice, but he didn't realize that Yan Chixia was quite hygienic.

But if Yan Chixia knew that the pill he was eating was made of mud on someone else's body, I wonder if he would spit out all the noodles he had just eaten?

The two started drawing some talismans again. They had exchanged some of them that they didn’t know how to draw, but now they don’t have time to practice. Tonight, they must make complete preparations, otherwise it would be too dangerous!

It was dark, and Yan Chixia, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened her eyes. He had already felt some ghost energy dissipated and was now looking for the ghost gate.

Ning Caichen was taking Jin Jian and walking home while the moonlight was falling, but suddenly he got lost. What happened? Such a thick fog suddenly appeared?

He looked back and saw, hey, why is there a city over there? It seems to be brightly lit. Where is it? It just so happened that he didn't want to live in a wilderness at night. He wanted to save money, but he was even more afraid of meeting ghosts.

Ning Caichen looked down at Jin Jian: "Jin Jian, we are so lucky. There is actually a city over there. Let's stay there tonight, and we can still fill our stomachs after eating noodles."
Chapter completed!