Chapter 555 Weisheng Junmo (Ⅲ)

He had nothing to do with the mortal world anymore after he drank that jar of Nverhong Wine.

Upon hearing this, Junmo widened his eyes. He asked, "does this mean that you will forget your present life?"

Yunhen nodded his head in agreement at Junmo, "you might be right. My master said that since obsession can't be removed, I can't become an immortal. But I've been thinking that if there is no obsession, what's the difference between me and an animal?"

As soon as Junmo wanted to say something, he heard a familiar voice, "Oh, why are you so late? I've already cooked the dinner, but you haven't shown up yet." Then, Qingyan appeared in front of them.

Looking at the two of them, Qingyan said with a bright smile, "do you still want to east the beggar's chicken and the fish with vinegar or not?"

The smile on her face reminded them of the old days.

"Yanyan, I want to eat not only beggar's chicken, but also red bean and glutinous rice cake you made. Don't you remember?" Yunhen looked at Qingyan with a smile, "by the way, the food you made is nice too. It's a pity that Ihave not eaten any meat for a long time."

Hearing their words, Qingyan said resignedly, "don't worry. There are a lot of them."

Seeing the looks on their faces, Qingyan looked at the jar of wine in Yunhen's hand and ran to him. "Master, this is the Nverhong Wine you buried for me?" Before Taoist Yunhen gave a reply, she opened the jar without hesitation. The fragrance was full and the wine was mellow. It was obvious that the wine had been buried and brewed for many years.

"Master, the Nverhong Wine smells fragrant! It's about twenty years. " Qingyan looked at Yunhen, who nodded his head.

"Master, I also want to drink it, since you have buried it for me." "If

ery sad."

"Master, I made two beggar's chicken. Don't worry. The whole chicken will be yours," Qingyan added. As she spoke, she tore the chicken apart and put it on their plate. "You know that I don't like beggar's chicken all the time."

Watching the chicken on their plate, Yunhen and Junmo remembered what a beautiful life they had lived. They ate chicken legs, but no one could see the tears in their eyes.

"Yanyan, the taste of this beggar's chicken is still the same as before. But it seems that you haven't cooked for a long time." Yunhen smiled and said, "Look at the dirt on your body."

Looking at them, Qingyan picked up the fish and put it into her mouth. "It's true that I haven't cooked for a long time. I'm busy with internal strife all day and have no mood to cook."

After hearing what she said, Junmo and Yunhen burst into laughter.

"It really tastes like the chicken cooked by Yanyan. Why don't you ask me to have a taste? Also, there is the flavor of wine. Yunhen, you old thing, you are finally willing to take out the Nverhong Wine out. I wanted to taste it before, but you refused me." Then they saw a man in red appeared in front of them.