Cultivation is too difficult, and people will die if they do the tasks.

After hearing Bai Wan'er's words, Shui Ling'er took a deep breath and raised the knife to chop.

The moment the blade fell, all the debris was knocked away. Just a little bit fell on the face.

Shui Ling'er wiped it with her hand. His whole face was wrinkled, his eyes were narrowed and sour. My nose felt itchy and throbbing. Shui Ling'er will never forget this taste.

"What is this? Why does it hurt my eyes so much?" Shui Ling'er said while wiping her eyes.

His eyes were all red at this sight, and the tears that had filled his eyes were like crystal pearls, sliding down his cheeks.

Bai Wan'er had quick hands and quick eyes. She pressed the crystal bottle she had prepared in her hand on Shui Ling'er's chin and used the tears with great precision.

Everyone outside the bubble was stunned the moment they saw the teardrops. No one took any action.

With the teardrops in hand, Bai Wan'er immediately waved her sleeves, blew the chopped onions on the table into the Qiankun bag, and stretched out her hand to pop the bubbles.

As the bubbles burst, Mo Yan hugged Shui Ling'er and looked at her carefully.

Bai Wan'er brought a large basin of water that had been prepared early and handed the clean towel to Shui Ling'er: "Wipe your face and wash your hands, and the smell will be gone."

Shui Ling'er felt this way for the first time and cried: "I don't want to cry anymore, my eyes feel so uncomfortable."

Mo Yan glanced over with his consciousness and found that his daughter had no injuries except for her eyes which were a little red. Very puzzled why this is happening.

Could that pungent smell just come from cutting the fruit? I have traveled around the world for hundreds of years and have never seen anything like this.

Mo Yan asked: "Fellow Daoist Bai, what is the name of the red fruit just now? I have never seen it before. Which sacred tree produced the fruit? It is so powerful that it can make people cry."

Bai Wan'er said: "This fruit is just a common vegetable that grows underground. It is rare. I only get it occasionally. Because I can cook it, I keep it in a bag for later use."

Mo Yan was even more surprised: "Do you, fellow Taoist Bai, use this fruit to cook?"

Bai Wan'er nodded: "Yes, the food tastes pretty good!"

In fact, Bai Wan'er was also inspired. I saw mermaids cooking at the bottom of the sea, and they would use plants to cook and prepare cold dishes. It will also wash away the aftertaste from your hands to avoid discomfort when it touches your face.

Bai Wan'er even tasted it secretly and found that the taste was quite exciting.

Mo Yan really didn't expect that Bai Wan'er would use an ordinary thing to make the shark shed tears that had never been shed in a lifetime.

It's incredible!

Mo Yan couldn't help but sigh: "Fellow Daoist Bai is really unexpected!"

"I've said it before, this fellow Taoist Bai is an interesting person. If you don't believe it yet, believe it now!"

Lang Lang's laughter came from outside the house, and a tall figure walked in.

"Fellow Daoist Wei!"

Bai Wan'er was extremely surprised. Leng Zijiao said that he went to Beiyuan to find his master Wei Feng, and now he met him.

Wei Feng was extremely happy to see his friend: "Fellow Daoist Bai, we haven't seen each other for a long time, but we bumped into each other again in Beiyuan. We should really have a drink."

Mo Yan looked at Wei Feng and smiled and said, "I never thought you would become good friends with Taoist Bai. Since it is rare to meet in Beiyuan, I will hold a banquet to celebrate the reunion of the two friends. I also want to thank Taoist Bai for his kindness in saving my little girl. "

At the banquet, Bai Wan'er didn't dare to take another sip for fear of making a fool of herself when she was drunk.

Later, I heard that this wine was brewed from the geothermal springs in the North Pole. The effect of drinking it was a great supplement to spiritual power, so I couldn't help but drink a few more cups.

Fortunately, as one's cultivation level increases, the absorption of these spiritual wines becomes faster and faster. Bai Wan'er's face just turned red as the spiritual power in the wine was absorbed.

After the banquet, Bai Wan'er still had many things to tell Wei Feng, so she invited Wei Feng to drink tea. "Fellow Daoist Bai, do you have something to discuss with Mr. Wei?"

Bai Wan'er nodded and told Wei Feng one by one about her encounter with Leng Zijiao, Chen Shimei's defection to Wanhun Village to frame her fellow disciples, and the strange things she saw in the cave.

"Leng Zijiao originally agreed to come with me to Beiyuan to find fellow Taoists and tell them these things. Unexpectedly, when he came to the entrance, he found that senior sister Leng Qingqing was in trouble, so he left first and pushed Wan'er into the sea with one palm. "

Bai Wan'er was very upset about Leng Zijiao running away before the battle, so she seized the opportunity to complain to his master Wei Feng. He wanted Wei Feng to say this for him.

Wei Feng raised his eyebrows: "Leng Qingqing was injured, and Leng Zijiao went to rescue him?"

"Yes." Bai Wan'er clenched her fist to show her utmost indignation, "These things are so important, but he ran away before coming to you. Isn't it very inappropriate?"

"Hahaha" Wei Feng raised his head and laughed, "Zijiao was naturally the first to help with Leng Qingqing's matter."

Bai Wan'er was dumbfounded. Wei Feng's reaction was so unexpected.

Wei Feng smiled and said, "Did you, fellow disciple Bai and I, walk all the way and find nothing special?"

Bai Wan'er blinked, looking at Wei Feng's narrow smile, a flash of lightning flashed through her heart.

"Could it be...could it be that Leng Zijiao likes Leng Qingqing!"

Bai Wan'er jumped up from the chair. Wei Feng didn't speak, just laughed.

Bai Wan'er sat down, and a picture flashed in her mind.

Leng Zijiao, who has always been taciturn, has endless things to say in front of Leng Qingqing.

When Leng Qingqing teased herself and Leng Zijiao, Leng Zijiao was so angry that he jumped up and retorted.

After Leng Qingqing was injured, Leng Zijiao gathered around to ask for help.

When talking about Leng Qingqing in front of him, he feels extremely proud and all kinds of praise. When talking about himself in front of Leng Qingqing, he feels all kinds of belittlement...

Bai Wan'er suddenly rubbed her face fiercely. Whether he is blind or deaf, Leng Zijiao’s behavior of trying to please Leng Qingqing so obviously is not like a little puppy brother chasing after his sister!

This kind of symptom that could be detected at a glance in the previous life was now happening in front of my eyes for more than half a month, and I didn't even think about it in that direction.

"I'm stupid."

Bai Wan'er reluctantly announced that she lacked observation skills. I have always regarded Leng Zijiao's various behaviors as the friendship between senior fellow apprentice and younger brother.

Wei Feng couldn't help but laugh: "Fellow Taoist Bai has always been smart and has the most thorough understanding of the human heart. Why did he miss the mark this time?"

"Cultivation of immortality is successful, but people have become stupid in cultivation."

Bai Waner let out a long sigh. Sure enough, cultivating immortality will make people stupid by cultivating their emotional sensitivity.

"Hahaha" Wei Feng was amused by Bai Wan'er's words, "What Fellow Daoist Bai said is so wonderful. I have heard of countless benefits of cultivating immortals, but this is the first time I heard that cultivating immortals has such negative consequences."

Wei Feng patted Bai Wan'er on the shoulder: "Fellow Taoist Bai is still unique in his knowledge and wisdom. I admire you."

The topic of Leng Zijiao and Leng Qingqing suddenly diluted the heavy topic just now.

At this time, the maid came to invite Bai Wan'er to the Shark Spirit Hall. (End of chapter)