Chapter 148 Drunken Rat "We agreed to treat everyone equally! I don't care! We use the same things for everything else, why should the rice bowls be different!" As a new member of the family, the rooster is obviously very sensitive and wants to fit in so badly that he seems to be making a fuss out of nothing. "Okay!" Zhou Ling responded happily. After all, it was not that she needed such a rice bowl. What she needed was peace and quiet. These two little ones who traveled with her could only give her peace and quiet! Having got the answer it wanted, the rooster was obviously very proud, with its head raised proudly, and its feathers floating gently in the breeze, illuminated by the sunlight, looked like a colorful red, dazzling. Zhou Ling prepared some special elixirs for spirit beasts for them, which could help them heal their injuries while also improving their own cultivation levels. They had been recuperating in the spirit beast bags for some time, and it was rare for them to come out, so they were in no hurry to go back. The scenery outside was picturesque. It was almost noon, and the rooster fulfilled its wish and followed its nature. It jumped onto the armrest of the small sofa and crowed loudly with its neck stretched. Zhou Ling and his group were used to it and continued to work on their tasks. Although they practiced Taoism, both mother and daughter did not practice fasting. When their lives were comfortable and without external influences, they almost always skipped three meals a day. Although cooking is somewhat limited when you are away from home and don’t have the right kitchen utensils and space, sometimes it’s nice for my mother to light a small spirit stove and put a small copper pot on the table, and for the whole family to have a hot pot and eat. The soup base was developed by my mother after much hard work. It is rich and fragrant, spicy and fresh, and is perfect for braising lamb and various vegetables.
Just like I usually find it troublesome and don’t make snail noodles often, this soup base is delicious but equally troublesome, and my mother only makes it once in a while. Zhou Ling cherished this rare opportunity to eat from the hot pot. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva when putting the meat and vegetables on the table. She was in a very happy mood. But the next second, a strong wind blew. Zhou Ling's mind was full of what kind of sauce to dip the mutton in later. How could she prepare for any accidents that might happen within the barrier of her own small sofa! So Zhou Ling, who was immersed in her fantasy of delicious food, watched the pot that she had been thinking about for a long time, get lifted... lifted! The bottom of the pot had already boiled, and was still bubbling when it was overturned. Even though Zhou Ling was now a cultivator and his physical strength had greatly improved, he couldn't help but howl in pain from the burn when the boiling pot bottom poured over him. Hearing something strange happening here, Zhou Li, who was still picking vegetables, rushed over immediately. Her reaction was quite fast. She used the Dust Purification Technique to clean the greasy soup base on Zhou Ling's dress. Then she used the Water Summoning Technique to condense water from the nearby air and use it to wash the scalded area on Zhou Ling to cool her down. The situation at the scene was clear at a glance. The rooster, which had been standing on the armrest of the sofa and crowing, had now become a real drowned chicken. Its feathers were all stained with the soup that he had cooked. Except for the wing feathers that could avoid water, all the other small feathers were wet. It looked disheveled, and in fact, it was not just disheveled, it seemed to be in a bit of a bad condition. "Hey!" Zhou Ling didn't care about the pain in his body. He frowned and reached out to pick up the rooster. He lifted it by the wings and shook it. He found that the whole chicken was limp, as if it was dead! Moo... "Something's wrong, Xiao Ling'er, there's someone playing the flute on the mountain in front of you on the left, and the sound is wrong!" Daniu's slightly anxious voice sounded in her mind. Zhou Ling didn't hear any flute sound, but she believed Daniu's words 100%. She quickly turned her head and locked her eyes on the direction Daniu mentioned. Sure enough, she saw a figure over there. Before Zhou Ling could react, a pool of blood suddenly fell on the barrier of their small sofa! Mixed with feathers and internal organs, the bright red blood flowed down along the barrier. Zhou Ling, who had just been concentrating on thinking about what to dip his meal into, almost vomited when he saw the pool of blood. But then, just like dumplings being dropped into the water, another blood-stained creature mixed with feathers hit the barrier and was smashed into a meat patty. Three, four, five... Something was not right. Zhou Ling stopped the small sofa from moving forward and stopped it in mid-air, staring in amazement at the birds that were rapidly falling all over the sky. The flute sound that Daniu mentioned before seemed to be faintly audible after the small sofa stopped moving. "Daniu, what's going on with this chicken and those birds? Are they affected by the sound of the flute?" Zhou Ling was holding the chicken that looked like a puddle of mud, and he gradually became anxious. They have not known each other for long, but this chicken has a great history and has helped her a lot. She is not an ungrateful person. When she was in trouble, this chicken risked its life to save her. Now that this chicken is in trouble, she can't just sit back and watch. Moo! "Yes!"
The big bull blinked, made a digging motion with its front hooves, and stared at the person playing the flute on the top of the mountain with its wet eyes. He is not a spiritual beast belonging to the flying species, but as a beast, he has a special perception of sound. There was something wrong with the flute that man played. The strange tune contained some kind of inexplicable power that seemed to be able to affect the soul! Those birds and this chicken must have been influenced by him! "Mom, let's go take a look together?" After what happened last time, Zhou Ling was taught a lesson by her ears and was never allowed to act alone in the future. So when necessary, no matter what decision she made, she would ask her mother in advance. Zhou Li didn't answer in time, but frowned and hesitated for a while. Before she came to this world, she was a witch. She was extremely skilled in foresight and in sensing danger. Almost all wizards have this ability, regardless of whether they are male or female. However, the prerequisite for having this ability is that they are more in tune with the laws of nature in their world than ordinary people. This was the conclusion she came to after understanding the world she was in now. No matter which world it is, there is the Way of Heaven. The mysterious perception she had in the past was the perception of the Way of Heaven in that world. But in this world today, it obviously doesn't work. Perhaps, the laws of nature here are rejecting her and not allowing her to sense anything because she is an outsider. Fortunately, her daughter was born in this world, and her father was also a native of this world, so the ability she lost was restored in her daughter. She once took her daughter and avoided many dangers by relying on this sensing ability. But now, she could see the complexity in her daughter's eyes. Although it was not stated explicitly, she knew that the person playing the flute below was definitely not a good person. "Just wait and see what happens." She knows more and more words now. He held his daughter's little hand and patted her twice to reassure her. In fact, although she had lost the ability to rely on the heavenly way, she could still use her old skills and ask Zhi. (End of this chapter)