Chapter 22: The Great Supplement!
Even Liu Bu didn't know the origin of the Taoist disc in his hand, it turned out to be so extraordinary. He only knew that this disc was obtained by Zhen Yangzi from somewhere unknown, and he didn't know whether it was real or fake.
But now looking at the performance of these yamen runners, I understand a bit more in my heart.
But they didn't know that the three bailiffs were secretly cursing the guy who had been entrusted to them to come to Yunlai Village to make trouble, scolding him to death in their hearts.
That guy asked them for help, and they extorted several times the taxes that Yunlai Village should have paid this year, just to make sure that Yunlai Village had no good days.
Originally these yamen runners were black-hearted, but there was a code of honor among thieves. No matter what they did, there was an unspoken rule that applied.
Every year there is a certain amount of extra collection, roughly within a certain range. After all, the principle of draining the pond to catch fish is also understood by officials from top to bottom.
That person paid a high price and asked them for help. They couldn't bear to lose face, so they accepted the bribe and agreed.
Who would have thought that now Yunlai Village actually has a disciple of Yu Xuanguan sitting in town. Looking at the appearance, they still want to take charge of Yunlai Village, for a while these three guys are all bitter mouths.
"Please come in, please come in!" The village elder hastily smiled and said: "The villagers have already prepared some light wine to welcome the three of you!"
The three of them exchanged a glance, all feeling somewhat helpless. They were warmly welcomed into the village by the enthusiastic old peasants!
They hadn't even entered the village when they caught a whiff of fragrance that assailed their nostrils, and for a moment their fingers itched with hunger, and their stomachs growled in response.
Three people felt extremely embarrassed, they thought that in front of these rustic villagers, they were also figures with status and dignity. However, smelling this fragrance was also moving.
Especially that dark-faced Wang Yaoyi, his nose twitching with agitation, said: "Old Yang, what treasure have you gotten your hands on?"
He is a martial artist, and needs to consume large amounts of nutrients to supplement his body. Various medicinal materials such as deer antlers and ginseng that are great supplements have never been discontinued at home. Even the pigs and sheep raised at home generally don't eat them. It's because the meat of domesticated livestock lacks vitality!
So he is extremely sensitive to all kinds of nourishing tonics. As soon as he smells the aroma, he feels that his blood circulation accelerates throughout his body, and he knows that what this village cooks is not an ordinary dish.
The old man in the village heard this and also became embarrassed, stuttering: "This is not something from our village, it's a soup that Liu Da Zhang had someone cook for him..."
As soon as this was said, both the yamen runners swallowed their saliva. It turned out that it was Liu Bu-yi, a disciple of Yuanxuguan, who had made up for something, no wonder.
These yamen runners, although they make a lot of money, can always earn some extra to supplement their income. However, practicing martial arts and physical training is simply a bottomless pit. Even if they use those expensive supplements every day, it's still unaffordable for them.
But Liu Bu Yi only ate, and just smelling the aroma made their bodies' blood and energy accelerate. It's easy to imagine what a great thing it was, and for a time, they all felt some envy, jealousy, and hatred!
After all, as a disciple of the orthodox sect of Taoism, the things they eat are hundreds of times better than theirs.
Liu Bu Yi smiled slightly, looking at the two of them drooling, and said: "I had someone stew a pot of Jiaolong soup, but there's some left over. Later on, you all can try a bowl!"
What he called the Dragon's Soup was just a soup made from the flesh of that fish monster. The fish was over three meters long and weighed at least several hundred kilograms. Even if they only took the meat, it would still fill up 300 to 400 kilograms in the ice cellar.
Liu Bu-yi had a big appetite, but he couldn't finish eating. He was also too lazy to cook for himself at home, so every day he would ask the skilled villagers to help him with cooking. Even if others snuck a bite of his food, he didn't mind much.
Liu Bei deeply understood a truth: things are precious because they are rare. Even the fish monster soup, in his mouth, became dragon soup.
As soon as he spoke, the two bailiffs immediately changed from their previous envy and jealousy to gratitude and tears, and even felt that their bones had become two ounces lighter.
This is the authentic Daoist sect's precious elixir, the Dragon Broth nourished by the disciples of Yuankong Temple. What a treasured thing! If they can get even a small share of it, it will be enough for them to brag about for several years after returning home.
It was actually the Qin book official, although not a martial artist, but compared to these low-level officials in the yamen, his status was much higher. For a while, he also had a feeling of being favored and surprised.
For the arrival of these officials, the village took out all the good things to entertain. Whether it was swimming in the water or running on the mountain, various game and wild delicacies were laid out on a full table.
Even more than when they first received Liu Bei and his two sworn brothers, they were even more attentive.
However, the three of them were all somewhat distracted and not very interested in the delicious dishes on the table. It wasn't until someone brought up four bowls of creamy white, fragrant fish soup that they finally showed some reaction.
"Could it be that this Jiaolong soup is really made from Jiaolong meat? Otherwise, how could it have such a flavor?"
Wang Ya's nose twitched as he gazed at the bowl of fish soup that was as white as cow's milk.
Liu Bu-yi secretly smiled to himself, this was purely psychological. Although the fish soup was good, it had been two hundred years since the fish essence became a conditioned reflex, and although its blood and energy were abundant, it couldn't be considered a true treasure of heaven and earth.
These guys are simply inexperienced and naive, they were completely fooled!
Thinking so in his heart, but Liu Bu's face remained calm and collected. He stretched out his hand and said: "Please!"
Three people eagerly picked up their bowls, but after taking just one sip, they felt an extraordinary fragrance fill their nostrils, and it was as if their tongues were about to melt.
A surge of hot air suddenly rose from his lower abdomen, especially Qin Shu Li, who was not a martial artist, and was violently nourished. His face turned bright red, and two streams of nosebleed flowed out. Let this guy hurriedly wipe it off with a busy hand.
Liu Bu Yi pretended not to see, slowly and calmly took out a spoon, and began to taste.
He usually just gulps down big mouthfuls, where did this refined demeanor come from? He's just putting on airs in front of these three bumpkins.
To be honest, the fish soup cooked by the village woman is much better than what he can make himself.
Cooked over low heat for five or six hours, the entire fish meat melts into the soup, with a milky white color and added herbs like yam and yellow essence, giving off a strong fragrance.
This makes the fish soup even more nourishing. After drinking it, it quickly warms up the chest and abdomen.
However, he was immediately caught by Liu Bu-yi using the power of the Qingyang Divine Lamp, and a beam of light shot down from the Tianxin recognition sea, quickly refining it between the air seas.
This can be seen from the high and low level of each person's kung fu practice.
That Qin book official didn't cultivate his skills, and his emptiness couldn't withstand the supplement. Suddenly receiving such a large amount of supplements, now his eyes are dizzy and disoriented, both eyes are bright red, it's as if he had drunk too much wine, even his nosebleed flowed down.

