Chapter 187
“Uaaaaaaaaa——”
“I can’t do it anymore…”
“I can’t do that.”
“Ahhhhh, I’m going to fight you!!!”
Various human voices, some roaring, some collapsing, some hateful, and some fierce, came from the mountains behind the Beiming Island house.
From morning to night, and from night to morning, it can be said that there is no stage in the twenty-four hours.
At most, sometimes the sound is louder and sometimes it is quieter.
However, this is also easy to distinguish. When the sound is loud, most of the ghost hunters are awake and being trained by Beimingyu Xingming. When the sound is small, most of them are exhausted and fall asleep directly on the ground on the mountain.
"General, are you okay?"
Early in the morning, Yagen Toushirou, who heard no movement from the next room, waited in his room for a while. After confirming that there was someone breathing in the next room, he hesitated for a moment and finally did not go over to disturb them.
However, thinking that it was time for breakfast and the ghost hunters in the mountains behind the house were still waiting hungry, he went to the kitchen.
The shoji door opened and then closed again.
When Yagen Toushirou walked out of the house and passed by Tsurumaru Kuninaga's house, the shoji door was opened from the inside.
He stopped and met the eyes of the young man, who was a head taller than him. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Yaken." Tsurumaru Kuninaga said as he sniffed the air. "Master, is he still not awake?
In the past, at this time of day, you could smell the aroma of food coming from the kitchen from this side of the house."
"He's probably still resting." Yagen Toushirou guessed, "The general has been kept awake these past few days by the noise coming from the back mountain. Now that it's quiet over there, I think he should be able to get a good night's sleep."
However, just as he finished speaking, the girl's voice was heard, and she was standing outside the eaves.
Yagen Toushirou: “…”
The air froze for a moment, and the boy with short black hair blurted out, "General, if you are here, who is resting in your room?"
"Inside my room?" It was rare to see surprise and confusion on the calm young man's face. Qingxi was in a good mood and climbed over the eaves to the corridor.
Standing outside her house, she gently opened a crack in the shoji door in front of the two of them, and then she made room for them to see.
Yagen Toushirou and Tsurumaru Kuninaga moved closer, their heads touching, their gazes gazing inside...
"Jiro?" Yagen Toushirou's purple eyes widened slightly, and it seemed that he did not expect that the person sleeping in Qingxi's room was not a human but a crow.
After the two of them looked at it, Qingxi was ready to gently close the opened shoji door again. However, just as she moved, Taro's soft body passed by her calves. When she wanted to see what he was going to do, the calico cat had turned into liquid and slid in through the shoji door that was only opened a crack.
The little guy crawled under Jiro's slightly outstretched wings, then turned around, stuck his head out, and curled up there, closing his eyes and sleeping.
Cats are creatures that instinctively like to stay in warm places in winter. And whose house is the warmest in the entire Beiming Island mansion? Needless to say, it is Qingxi's, who has stored a lot of flint.
Now there is another extra-large Jiro with lots of thick feathers in the room. This room must be too warm.
Maybe there was a telepathic connection between the brother cats. Just when Qingxi was about to close the door again, four big orange cats came running in the corridor not far away, meowing. One by one, they passed by the feet of the three people, and then turned into liquid and flowed in through the small gap opened by Qingxi. In just a short while, Jiro's wings were occupied by the five cats in the house.
"Jiro, what happened to it?"
Finally, after closing the shoji door and not disturbing the rest of the furry children, Yagen Toushirou and Tsurumaru Kuninaga followed Kiyoki towards the kitchen, and he asked as he walked.
"Jiro's words..." Qingxi hesitated for a moment. She tried to organize her words for a long time but couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe it. After struggling for a long time, she finally uttered a word, "It has a third leg."
The young man and the boy who were walking on the girl's left and right stopped in their tracks, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga even slid out in an exaggerated manner.
"Ah--" Covering his nose that was hit, Tsurumaru Kuninaga screamed.
Qingxi, who had no idea what was wrong with what he said, looked at Heqiu, who was squatting on the ground and curled up in pain, with a puzzled look on his face, "Heqiu, what the hell are you doing?"
Seeing how painful he looked, she pulled his body out from his waist.
His eyes swept across, finally stopping at a tiny, imperceptible crack somewhere.
"Tsurumaru, you're slightly injured."
Looking at the tiny crack, Qingxi really wanted to ask him, are you too capable or too fragile to get a minor injury like this?
His hand gently stroked the blade of the katana, and the spiritual power turned into thin lines and slowly transported into the interior of the blade, and finally they all gathered at the imperceptible crack.
The tiny cracks healed with the addition of spiritual power and finally returned to normal.
"General, please don't say such things next time." Noticing that the girl didn't realize she had said such things, Yagen Toushirou considered in his heart whether to tell her in a tactful way or from the perspective of the male body structure not to say such things in front of men.
Qingxi was confused, "What's wrong with me? What does that mean?"
"The third leg." Tsurumaru Kuninaga reminded without fear of danger.
Qingxi was stunned for a long time before realizing what Yagen Toushirou was reminding her.
She opened her eyes and said, "I didn't. It's just that you knife-wielding people who have lived for a long time are too dirty."
Seeing that both of them had an expression of "You continue to make up stories and we will listen to them", "Oh, yes, yes, you are right." He raised his foot and kicked them angrily.
"I've already told you, I! Didn't! Do it! Ah!" Her momentum was good, but her kicking speed was too slow, and she didn't kick anyone.
Qingxi put her hands on her hips and said angrily, "The third leg I'm talking about is the physical one. Jiro has grown a leg. Do you understand?"
"Ahahahaha, um, so that's how it is?"
Knowing that they had made a mistake, Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Yagen Toushirou looked at each other, and finally Tsurumaru Kuninaga laughed awkwardly.
"General, do you know the reason?" Yagen Toushirou cooperated at the right time and changed the topic that was out of place.
"I know." Qingxi, who also didn't want to recall the two irrelevant topics, replied. "I heard it grew suddenly."
She raised her hand and gestured in the air, "That's it, whoosh—it grew out in an instant."
"It came to me in the middle of the night, looking so shocked and devastated, so I let it rest with me," Qingxi said. "I guess it didn't sleep well last night. I made a lot of noise when I got up early, but it didn't wake up. I guess it went back to sleep just before dawn."
"A three-legged crow." Tsurumaru Kuninaga sighed, touching his chin.
"By the way, does Jiro look a lot like the mythical bird, Yatagarasu?" he asked.
Qingxi shook his head: "I haven't even seen the dragons and phoenixes of our own country, how could I possibly have seen the mythical birds of foreign countries?"
"Master, have you seen it?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga chuckled, "Little Karasuma, his origin is related to the Yatagarasu. So, if you round it off, Master, you are also slightly related to the Yatagarasu."
"You're like this, making me really want to tell Karasuma-chan how you secretly plotted against him next time he comes over," Qingxi complained.
The three of them walked into the kitchen, feeling the coldness of the room without a fire. Yagen Toushirou's eyes fell on the piles of dough piled up on the table. He asked, "General, are you planning to make noodles today?"
"Yeah." Qingxi nodded. She called two people over to help while explaining, "It's so cold. The food will be cold when it's prepared and sent up the mountain. It's not good for a ghost hunter to be in an environment of high-intensity training and eating cold food for a long time."
She pointed at the hand-pulled noodles she was preparing. "There's a simple stove set up on the mountain, a large pot, and our own bowls and chopsticks, but it's inconvenient to bring the ingredients up. I made the noodles, and last night I asked Yin to buy some pork bones. I spent most of the day simmering them into a thick soup pot, but they solidified after being left out overnight... I have the soup base and noodles, and all I need to bring is some radishes, soaked dried mushrooms, and homemade fried tofu."
"In that case, leave the rest to us," said Yagen Toushirou. "It's cold, even colder inside the mountains than outside. General, if you get sick, Mr. Beiming Island will be worried."
Qingxi shook her head, "I'll wear more clothes."
"That thick soup contains meat, and Xingming doesn't eat it. I'll go and cook another portion for him," she said.
"Ah, Master, you are really good to Xingming. I am jealous." The young man put his slender hands on the top of the girl's head and rubbed it before she could stop him. "When we have dinner together, I will always remember that Beimingyu doesn't eat meat. I will use a pot that has never been used for meat to make a special meal for him, and the dishes will all be different.
Crane also wants that kind of treatment."
"Don't even think about it." Yagen Toushirou said without Qingxi having to speak.
He had noticed the change in the general's attitude towards Beimingyu Xingming, which had occurred around New Year's. The general had previously treated Mr. Beimingyu well, though that kindness wasn't enough to completely classify him as a relative. But around New Year's, Mr. Beimingyu seemed to have said something in the general's room, and the next day, the general's attitude towards Mr. Beimingyu had completely changed, completely classifying him as a relative.
Well, he is a father when he is needed, and a son when he is not needed.
And now, it is obvious that the general treats Mr. Beimingyu as a pup that he needs to raise.
but--
"General, the temperature in the mountains is very low, probably as low as minus ten degrees Celsius. Think about it, it seems that every time something goes wrong it happens in winter, so you'd better not go this time and stay at home with the futon." Yagen Toushirou insisted.
"Right, right." Tsurumaru Kuninaga echoed, "Master, you can prepare the food for Sorrow Island now. As long as it is kept warm, it won't be cold by the time we get there."
"Besides," he changed the subject, "Master, you have been stockpiling amulets this year, probably in preparation for the battle with Muzan Kibutsuji later. You can make seventeen or eighteen more during this time.
After all, the amulets at Wanwu are hard to come by and extremely expensive. Even if you wait for a few days, you might not be able to buy more than two or three."
If you want to go out when you are so free, you are definitely free.jpg
Just find her something to do.
Qingxi's eyes were dead, "Let's assume it takes you two hours to go back and forth. Even though I'm already very good at making the amulet, did you forget to take my spiritual power into account?
You spent two hours making seventeen or eighteen amulets. You might as well just say you're going to drain me dry."
Excluding the ten in front and taking into account the spiritual energy consumption, the best situation would be for her to produce seven or eight amulets in two hours, and that is not often.
After that, she needs to rest for two hours, as she still needs to do other housework at home. With this, seven or eight amulets are the limit of what she can make in half a day. Normally, she can only make nine or ten amulets a day.
Being sure that the two would not let her go up the mountain with them, and thinking that it was almost noon, Qingxi stopped arguing with them and let them pack the remaining noodles themselves while she went to prepare lunch for Beiming Island Xingming.
As a person who practices to break through the limits of his body every day, someone like Beimingyu Xingming, who is over two meters tall, consumes a huge amount of physical energy.
So every time Qingxi prepared meals for him, she usually didn't pay attention to the details, but went for a rough and simple style.
She didn't use a food box to serve the food in layers. She used the old heirloom bowl that she had once used as Jiro's bowl because it was too big. She put a layer of rice on the bottom of the bowl, without compacting it, just leaving it a little loose. Then she divided the surface of the rice into four parts and placed stir-fried noodles with vegetarian meat and vegetables, stir-fried bean sprouts, hot and sour potatoes, and radish with sauce on them. After arranging the vegetables, she put another layer of rice on top. Then she divided the rice into two parts, put freshly fried tofu and vegetable meatballs on one side, and the very delicious mapo tofu on the other side.
When Yagen Toushirou took the lunch that Qingxi prepared for Beiming Island Xingmei, his body couldn't help but sink.
"This weight..." He hesitated to speak.
"Probably around seven or eight kilograms." Qingxi estimated.
Yaogen Toushirou really wanted to ask Beimingyu if he had finished his charity lunch, but the other party's next words broke her cognition.
She said, "This amount might be a little less for Xingming now... When you go to the mountains to cook noodles for everyone, remember to leave two bowls for Xingming."
Yagen Toushirou: “…”
"General, are you sure he can finish eating Beiming Island?" Yagen Toushirou asked again worriedly.
It is clear that everyone's appetite has increased since the gourmet cells appeared in Jiuzhu's body.
However, although he knew it clearly, because he had no intuitive concept of "increasing appetite", when he held a huge bowl of food, Yagen Toushirou had a sense of shock and unreality.
As the chef who cooks for the Nine Pillars, Qingxi has a clear understanding of the appetite of each of them, so she was not lying when she said that the lunch box she prepared for Beiming Island Xingming was not enough for him.
"You can finish it, finish it." Qingxi promised. After finishing, she urged him: "Hurry up and put it in the quilt to keep it warm.
...I'll take a large plate and cover the bowl. Also, I have some fire rat hides here. I can use them to wrap the flint so it won't catch fire. The heat can also be conducted through the hides, ensuring the food in the bowl, wrapped tightly in the quilt, doesn't get cold."
Yagen Toushirou: “…”
Tsurumaru Kuninaga gloated and poked his back with his finger.
I want to see if you are jealous.
Yagen Toushirou: “…”
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