The aroma of Hu Qing's cooking attracted many young monks, some of whom were only about thigh high, holding on to the pillars and licking the corners of their mouths.
“Come here, I’ll treat you to a meal.”
The young monks were laughing, wanting to come forward but not daring to do so, so they walked over and brought them over, half coaxing and half threatening. All of them were very well-behaved. They sat in a row on the roadside, handed out a bowl to each person, and said thank you sweetly to Hu Qing.
Ouch, this is much more pleasing to the eye than the bad kids at home.
Hu Qing gave them steamed buns. When the young monks bit into them, they all made a whooping sound and their eyes lit up.
Ouch, Hu Qing's heart melted, and he quickly started another pot to cook sweet soup for them.
Cook the sweet soup and then grill the skewers. Be very careful not to let too much oil on the skewers, so as not to ruin your stomach.
After feeding for a long time, their little bellies were raised high. The full little monks began to be in a daze, their eyelids sank little by little, and their heads were tilted.
Hu Qing saw it funny and called people to come and take them away. They all expressed their gratitude to Hu Qing.
Hu chuckled with crooked eyebrows: "One family."
Shui Xin turned around and said with a dark face: "There is nothing I like to eat."
Hu Qing said contemptuously: "Competing with a group of children, you are really promising."
Shui Xin said: " Make me something to eat quickly. I’ll take care of the yellow pepper issue after eating.”
Hu Qing raised his eyebrows: "It's easy?"
Shui Xin: "I asked her, she just wanted to take a look, so there is no need for her to come in person. I'll wait until I figure out that she has the same origin. Wherever her bloodline is, just take a wisp of her consciousness and send it to her."
Suddenly asked Hu Qing: "You should have descendants of the same bloodline in the mortal world."
Hu Qing shrugged: "Sorry, I don't pay attention to this."
Generations From the fusion of the essence and blood of the parents, whose descendants are the descendants? They are the descendants of the entire ethnic group. Don't say that she didn't grow up in this world, it was the original world. Just look at the quarrels she got into with a few direct blood relatives, and you can see how stubborn she is about her blood relationship.
Of course, Hu Nuan does not count. After all, she was born and raised by herself, which is different.
I was thinking about Huang Jiao'er, how fast and good the chopsticks were, and Shui Xin's appetite was not as big as hers, so she put down her chopsticks after only half a day.
It happened to be the first night of the first lunar month, and the sky was pitch black. The location was chosen in an empty attic.
Huang Jiao'er was very nervous and swallowed: "Can't you cast the spell again at noon tomorrow?"
There was a circle of white candles around her, the candlelight was swaying, and she looked at Shui Xin's face. In the not very bright light, that face faded, and so did her thoughts.
When I met this man, I realized that my title of number one was not guaranteed because he was still hairless.
Shui Xin said seriously: "I have something to do tomorrow."
Huang Jiao'er: "."
He just squeezed in some time to send her away.
She is also so willful and offends people, relying on her face.
As expected, good-looking people have bad tempers.
Huang Jiaoer actually understood Shui Xin and said in a harmonious voice: "Okay, you can help me figure it out. Do you need my blood?"
Looking at Hu Qing, he motioned for her to prick her finger.
Hu Qing felt like she was a different person, and she pricked her finger on her own initiative. He pinched her fingertips, stabbed her with spiritual power, squeezed out a drop of blood, and dropped it into the small cup prepared by Shui Xin.
"If her brothers are fertile, they will have as many offspring as weeds. Which one are you looking for? Also - girls, like boys, inherit the essence and blood of their parents. Their offspring are actually not related to the offspring of men in terms of blood. Poor. How do you find it?"
Shui Xin looked at her like a fool: "Why? People pay attention to clan surnames, why don’t they choose their own surnames casually? Why should even the emperor pay attention to his direct concubine? , you mean - these rules of the mortal world are actually the Tao of the mortal world?”
Shui Xin snorted: "In order to deduce her bloodline, I naturally first look for someone with a genealogy as evidence and a descendant with a strong reputation. Then I look for someone with the same surname, and then I look for someone closest to the same surname."
Hu Qing : "How many can you find?" Shui Xin was speechless, how many can you find? Are the nine tribes enough?
Huang Jiaoer hurriedly said: "The nearest one will do."
Shui Xin glanced at Hu Qing and started to cast spells.
Hu Qing stared at it, it was not difficult to find a bloodline relative, but she didn't know how to do it. She can't do anything related to divination and deduction. God has set a shortcoming for her.
In the small cup of clear wine, the drop of bright red blood turned into a ball of thread, pulling and pulling, and Huang Jiaoer couldn't help but hold her breath.
Shui Xin made her hand gestures and calculated for a long time, with a strange look on her face.
When his finger stopped, Hu Qing said: "What? There are too many people?"
Shui Xin: "Only one."
Hu Qing was shocked: "Only one? Did you count one, or -"
Shui Xin: "Only one left."
Huang Jiaoer quickly clenched his palms.
Hu Qing: "One is fine, it's better than none."
To be honest, the reproduction of a population depends on everyone. While some people have more children, some people must not have so many children. , nothing is unexpected.
"According to my calculations, your family should have all disappeared shortly after you left - this would be between half a year and ten years."
Huang Jiaoer's face turned pale and she hesitated for a long time. He gave a weak smile: "It's not impossible. The virtue of the old emperor, whether he was usurped or When the country is destroyed, the people in Kyoto are the first to die. Whenever there is a mutiny, the first to die are the officials and their families."
She sneered: "Maybe something happened to my family. The whole family was beheaded or the nine clans were exterminated."
Hu Qing touched his nose and said nothing.
Shui Xin: "Since then, there has been only one bloodline. From generation to generation, there is only one bloodline now."
Hu Qing pursed his lips. That one was not only from the Huang family, but also a descendant of a closer blood relationship.
People, don’t be too persistent. After three generations, no one will know your name.
"Do you want to see me?"
Huang Jiaoer bit her lip: "See you."
"Okay." Shui Xin immediately burned her blood and wanted to kill her. Wisps of spiritual consciousness, forming seals and casting spells.
Huang Jiaoer sat cross-legged and closed her eyes.
Hu Qing winked at Shui Xin desperately: I want to go too.
A ray of spiritual consciousness entangled him, and Shui Xin held it: "You can only watch, don't act rashly in the mortal world, otherwise it will attract the backlash of heaven, and I can't save you."
Hu Qingren was in the attic, responsible for guarding. A ray of consciousness followed Shuixin's spiritual power through thousands of mountains and rivers. At a certain point, he entered the mortal world and immediately felt the heavy pressure of heaven.
Huang Jiao'er didn't know that Hu Qing was also following her. Her consciousness followed the ray of divine consciousness and the bloodline induction, and landed in an ordinary courtyard.
Someone was yelling and scolding: "Damn girl, move faster, your father will be delayed from selling meat, let's see if I don't skin you."
The torch was inserted into the hole in the earthen wall, and the thin figure was busy.
Huang Jiaoer immediately became angry. Dare you challenge her descendants? !
The pressure around her suddenly increased, making her afraid to move rashly.
At this time, the crisp girl's voice sounded louder than the woman's voice: "What you are afraid of delaying is not my father's selling meat, but what you are afraid of delaying you from sending meat to your parents' home. My father What's the point of marrying a woman like you who can't even lift a knife? You'd better fatten them up. One day, I'll have itchy hands and chop all three of you with a knife."
After saying that, she easily lifted up a machete that was longer than her arm, and with a clang, the pig's head rolled down, blocking out the curses of the woman in the room.
Huang Jiaoer smiled. (End of this chapter)