2060, the Longer You Live, the More You Go Back

Ming Wuyan glanced at Wu Xiu Shangshen and said, "No? Mr. Feng was injured by the Phoenix God. The Wushen Pill is more effective on him than ordinary repair pills."

Master Wu Xiu was stunned for a moment. Does this girl really want to cure Feng Lao?

Although he was thinking this way, he still took out a Witch God Pill and handed it to Feng Lao.

When Feng Lao was about to put it away and not take it, Ming Wuyan said directly, "Feng Lao, don't despise the witch god elixir of Wu Xiu Shang Shen. If the witch god shrine can exist and stand firm among the temples of the three realms, it will definitely It has real skills. You should take it quickly!"

When Master Wu Xiu heard this last sentence from Master Beiyan, he felt much better.

This girl is quite knowledgeable about current affairs.

Feng Lao originally didn't want to take this witch god pill, but when he saw that Wu Xiu was looking at him longingly, he hesitated before taking one pill.

After taking the elixir, Feng Lao's complexion instantly improved a lot.

Ming Wuyan immediately praised, "Shangshen Wu Xiu's Wushen Pill is so powerful!"

God Wu Xiu felt somewhat inexplicably uncomfortable when she said this.

She always felt that this girl was talking ironically.

No one from the Yaoling Temple has ever admitted that their alchemy skills would be inferior to that of the Witch Temple.

"Girl, find a place for me to rest! I'll come back when the dinner starts." Feng Lao suddenly wanted to spit out the Witch God Pill. Although his face looked better, the repair effect of the Witch God Palace was also very good. However, it didn't fit his physique.

In other words, his body simply cannot bear the effects of the Witch Temple...

He wanted to rest, but Ming Wuyan didn't do what he wanted.

"Mr. Feng, now the entire Yao Ling Palace is being used for various purposes for Yao Ling Diet. You should just sit here and take a rest! What you need is the circulation of air and the intake of spiritual energy."

"That's right, Mr. Feng, if you chat with us, your mood will feel better. You finally came to Yaoling Palace, why don't you talk to us old guys?" Bing Jue Immortal Lord said to Mr. Feng. Got the invitation.

Although Feng Lao was a little irritable, he still nodded and walked weakly to Bing Jue Immortal Lord and the others.

"Mr. Feng, your injuries are not serious! But why don't you take the medicine yourself? People should take care of themselves!" Master Yunhai looked at the pale Mr. Feng thoughtfully.

He pretended to be weak, pretended to be pitiful, pretended to be hurt, what exactly was he trying to do?

Feng Lao sighed, "I don't have any good elixirs anymore. Old guy, do you have any special elixirs on hand?"

Lord Yunhai shook his head, "Of course it's gone. I thought you gave me some good elixirs in my hand back then, Mr. Feng! I originally thought that if I met Mr. Feng again at the Yao Ling Diet this time, I would have to ask again. You just ask for some good pills."

Feng Lao's expression changed, and he was speechless for a moment.

I remember that in order to win over people's hearts, he did give many pills to others, and Master Yunhai was one of them.

"Mr. Feng is weak, let me have someone prepare some food for you first! Yaolingshan will have a banquet in the evening, but you can still eat something now. Sometimes the effect of dietary therapy is much better than that of ordinary elixirs. , and there are no side effects."

As Ming Wuyan spoke, he waved his hand to Kongtong Yulian on the side.

Soon, Kongtong Yulian came over with a small green plate and placed three dishes of delicate side dishes in front of Feng Lao.

Ming Wuyan said softly: "Mr. Feng, try it. I made it myself. Look at this, it's called Wenfeng Soup. There are good things in it!"

Feng Lao stared at the three exquisite-looking dishes in front of him, and for a moment he was afraid to eat them.

He could clearly smell the flavor of cracked phoenix fruit in these dishes.

"Don't you like it? Then Feng Lao, try this. This is made from the wind red fruit of the underworld. It tastes like the wind blowing from the underworld, but it's not cold and has a unique taste." Ming Wuyan began to introduce himself again. The second path.

Feng Lao was startled for a moment. His hand that picked up the chopsticks trembled, but he still didn't make a move.

Because, he suddenly felt a trace of strange power coming from this dish.

But he couldn't grasp what the power of space was. He only felt that the breath was annoying.

When Ming Wuyan saw Feng Lao not moving his chopsticks, he said again: "If Feng Lao still doesn't like it, then try this San Song Shen Yin Silk. This is a dish in the Qie Ling meal in the evening, and Feng Lao was the first to taste it. ."

But when Feng Lao smelled this dish, he suddenly coughed violently.

"I have no appetite."

He didn't like the smell of Sansong Shenyin Silk even more. He always felt that today's Yaoling Temple was a bit weird.

Ming Wuyan looked at Mr. Feng's wary eyes and said a little aggrievedly: "Mr. Feng is afraid that I will poison you, right? You came to participate in the medicinal meal, but you don't dare to eat what I cook."

Feng Wei, who was standing aside, saw Yan Yatou's aggrieved look and said hurriedly: "Yan Yatou, don't think too much, my master doesn't mean it like this. If master doesn't taste it, why don't you give it to me?"

As he said that, he directly picked up another pair of chopsticks and took a mouthful of Sansong Shenyin silk to eat.

The smoothness that entered his mouth made him close his eyes slightly, "Girl Yan, your cooking skills are really great. I just took a bite, and suddenly I felt like I was seeing something from the clouds. I don't think it's like that. When eating, it’s more like receiving some kind of special guidance.”

Seeing Feng Wei's exaggerated expression, the people around him curiously picked up a three-point divine sound silk and took a bite.

After chewing on the entrance, a flash of shock flashed across his face.

Then, he shouted, "Ah... it's so delicious. I seemed to see a pair of cloud wings flying with me... ah... I'm going to fly..."

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked, "Does this medicinal food really have such a big reaction? I want to try it too..."

"Mr. Feng, if you don't want to eat it, give us a taste of these!"

It's only noon now, and the medicinal spirit meal has to wait until the evening!

Now everyone can taste the delicious food early, so naturally no one can let it go.

Feng Lao's expression changed again and again. Why were other people's reactions different from his feelings?

Did this girl add something to the food?

Ming Wuyan saw that Feng Lao had been staring at the dish but didn't move. She pretended to be angry and said: "The medicinal food is prepared according to each of you's physique. Everyone's dishes are different. The most suitable My own, but it may be the thing I hate the most. Even Mr. Feng has this expression now, why not change the rules of the medicinal spirit meal in the evening!"

Bing Jue Immortal asked curiously, "Girl, how do you want to change? Mr. Feng is injured. He has no luck in eating. We are still waiting for delicious food!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Bing Jue Immortal Lord slapped Mr. Feng hard on the shoulder, "Old man, the more you live, the more you go back. You don't even give the Lord God of Medicine Spirit Hall the face."