Sometimes, Zhang Ling would worry whether the bodies of those natural-born and naturally-raised Lei Pengs could withstand it.
Until one day, he clearly noticed that the Lei Pengs had become thinner and no longer looked like fierce bulls with fiery pupils as before.
It looks more like a wilted eggplant, lifeless.
Well, let’s catch a brocade dragon carp from the spirit pond to reward these little guys.
Zhang Ling thought so, waved his sleeves, and picked up a fish from the spirit pool. It had a strong body, plump meat, and was about eight feet long.
A huge pot is used to make a Jinlong carp soup, and then tens of thousands of Qinghe fish are caught from the river in Jieyang Mountain and mixed into the soup, and then sprinkled with various spices.
After a few hours, it comes out of the pot. The thick soup is milky white and full of fragrance. It tastes delicious and fresh.
The reason for adding so many Qinghe fish is, firstly, because we are afraid that the Lei Peng will not be full, and secondly, we can maximize the use of this Jinlong carp!
In his previous life, he saw many farmers raising pigs like this: a big pot of hodgepodge, and as long as there was one thing in it that the pigs liked to eat, the whole pot of hodgepodge would be licked clean.
Although I don’t know if Lei Peng will be the same, they are so thin that they cannot afford to be picky about food. If they don’t eat, let them continue to be hungry.
Anyway, it is harder for a spiritual creature raised by nature to die than to live!
When the Lei Peng on Lingshan Mountain smelled the delicious food, they flapped their wings and cooed non-stop.
Almost at the same time when Zhang Ling let go of the cauldron, the entire stewed fish broth was swept away without a trace left!
Um?
It’s gone so soon!
Looking closely at those Thunder Pengs, they seemed to be only three-quarters full!
Seeing this, Zhang Ling decided to conduct a small experiment to test the bottom line of these little guys.
I caught nearly 10,000 Qinghe fish to make soup, but did not add the arowana, to see if these little guys would eat it.
As expected, the Lei Pengs didn't even bat an eyelid, but just twisted their butts and ran away, as if this pot was not broth, but a lump of something.
"I have a kind heart and will never do such a thing to deceive Lei Peng again."
Zhang Ling said this, but in his heart he thought he was too cruel: How can you let a horse run without giving it grass to eat?
You are already gods, but you still have such a narrow mind. This is not right.
This is unacceptable!
Zhang Ling then fished out another brocade carp from the sacred pond and cooked it in the same way, adding a large pot of broth.
This time, Lei Peng and his companions were only about 50% full.
The thirty-six little guys began to play happily with Qinglian again.
…
Time passed quickly, and five hundred years passed in a flash.
Even though Zhang Ling practiced diligently every day, his cultivation level could not be improved much.
It was as if an obscure and infinite pressure was welding the road ahead, and it took a hundred years of effort to pry it open a little bit.
Zhang Ling suddenly realized: This is why immortals always like to sit in seclusion.
Slacking off will only lead to a slow death.
At the very least, practicing hard in seclusion can motivate you to move forward.
While thinking, suddenly an idea came to his mind, as if he sensed something.
"good!"
Zhang Ling was all smiles and extremely happy.
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