kingnovel Chapter 387 Golden Core Can't Be As Delicious as an Orange?
Chapter 387 Golden Core Can't Be As Delicious as an Orange?
(Originally, I wanted to also categorize the Sanqing's roles as: overt protection, covert protection, and protection at all times, to fit the theme.)
It's because my skills aren't good enough that I messed up the split. From now on, I'll write it openly to avoid making things worse.
The reason it cannot be modified is that there are now more readers, and arbitrarily modifying the beginning might make the later parts of the story flow poorly.
I apologize to everyone.
"Cross out a thousand years."
As Grand Master Xuandu uttered these words with an air of nonchalance, Yang Jiao's eyes widened in astonishment, and she even wondered if she was hallucinating.
She turned her gaze quickly and incredulously toward Grand Master Xuandu, only to see a faint smile on his usually handsome and otherworldly face.
Immediately afterwards, the bamboo slip in the hand of Grand Master Xuandu trembled slightly, and the bottom two rows of the bamboo slip were instantly stained with a thick, black ink stain, obscuring the original writing.
Yang Jiao, filled with suspicion, couldn't help but ask:
"You... how come you've suddenly become so compassionate?"
Before he finished speaking, Grand Master Xuandu made a move to raise his pen again, as if preparing to add something to the blank space.
Upon seeing this, Yang Jiao was startled and quickly reached out to stop him, urgently calling out:
"Senior Brother, think it over!"
Upon hearing Yang Jiao's call, Grand Master Xuandu merely responded with a lukewarm reply:
"Ok?"
Fearing he would actually write again, Yang Jiao hurriedly shouted again:
"Senior brother, please reconsider!"
This time, Grand Master Xuandu finally nodded and replied:
"Ah."
Immediately after he responded, he crossed out another five hundred years on the bamboo slip.
Seeing the little boy Qingniu wipe his tears on the jade sash around his waist, Grand Master Xuandu frowned with some disdain, grabbed him by the back of his collar, and pulled him away.
Yang Jiao secretly glared at the tattletale.
Seeing this, the little boy from the green ox was so anxious that his eyes welled up with tears. He kept wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with his little hands, and unknowingly he wiped all the tears onto the jade sash tied around the waist of the Grand Master Xuandu.
Grand Master Xuandu glanced down at this scene, his handsome brows immediately furrowed tightly, revealing a clear look of disgust. He reached out and grabbed the back of the Green Ox Boy's collar, pulling him back a distance.
The pitiful green ox hid behind Grand Master Xuandu, cautiously peeking out half of its head:
"Senior sister, the orange peel is so bitter."
Yang Jiao chuckled softly, a slight smile playing on her lips, a sly glint in her eyes.
Then, imitating the Grand Master Xuandu, she stretched out her right hand, grabbed the back of the green ox's collar tightly, and pulled it backward with all her might.
He didn't forget to raise his left hand and wave to Grand Master Xuandu, smiling as he said:
"I'm going over there to get to know Niu Niu better."
As she spoke, she dragged it forcefully.
Hey, this little green ox looks small, but it's surprisingly strong.
Yang Jiao didn't manage to drag him at first, but she secretly used all her strength to pull him away.
The little boy with the green ox eyes was filled with terror. He waved his hand, trying to pull Xuan Du away, but Yang Jiao still dragged him away little by little.
"How can you be so strong?"
It's stronger than an ox!
Even with its immense weight, the Green Ox couldn't withstand it.
Mosquito Taoist glared at the Green Ox, then leaned to the side and followed.
After Yang Jiao dragged the blue ox to a deserted place, the gentleness on her face vanished instantly, and she looked at him with a gloomy expression.
The blue ox involuntarily shrank its head back, not daring to look her in the eye.
Seeing this, Yang Jiao snorted coldly and asked:
"Niu Niu, do you know what your senior sister likes to eat the most?"
The blue ox cowered and guessed one:
"Oranges...?"
Yang Jiao shook her finger, her dark and unfathomable face drawing ever closer, speaking with an overwhelming sense of oppression:
"No, no, no, senior sister here, I love braised beef tongue the most, especially the kind that loves to tattle and is very talkative."
While it's talking, grab it and pull it off, throw it into the spice pot to braise for half an hour, then let it soak overnight. The next day, slice it and arrange it on a plate—it smells amazing!
Mosquito Taoist chimed in from the sidelines:
"Yes, yes, cow's blood is delicious too, especially calf's."
The blue ox looked terrified and quickly covered its mouth.
His enormous eyes reflected Yang Jiao's ghostly face. He retreated step by step, finally leaning against a large tree, and through his hand covering his mouth, he managed to squeeze out trembling words:
"Senior...Senior sister...I will never tell on you again, please don't eat Niu Niu."
Yang Jiao's eyes curved into a smile, and her tone suddenly softened:
"Other cows would have had their tongues sliced up long ago, but who told me to be your senior sister?"
Upon hearing that there was hope, Qingniu, ever the opportunist, asked:
"Do I still have a chance?"
"Of course." Yang Jiao's smile grew even warmer and gentler. She tossed the orange in her hand upwards and caught it steadily. She blinked and asked softly, "Niu Niu, do you like oranges?"
Upon hearing this, Qingniu couldn't help but recall the sweet and delicious taste of the orange, and his mouth involuntarily watered even more. He nodded hurriedly in response:
"When Niu Niu was in heaven, he could only eat golden pills, and he didn't even have oranges to eat."
Yang Jiao cursed inwardly, silently thinking to herself:
You Versailles, you bastard!
You've been fed with Laozi's elixir and miraculous medicine, and you've eaten too much fine bran and never seen whole grains, have you?
Isn't this just like taking a rich kid who eats delicacies every day to a roadside stall, thus opening up a new taste experience for his taste buds?
She began to coax him:
"These oranges are incredibly precious; even ordinary cows can't get them. Senior sister is so good to you; how should you repay her? Even the Golden Core Elder can only make a few gourds, none of which are as sweet as these oranges."
Yang Jiao then posed the question to Qingniu.
The little ox, whose face still looked somewhat childish, suddenly showed a look of confusion, as if it was carefully considering how to deal with the situation.
After a while, its once bright and lively eyes suddenly became dull and lifeless, instead revealing a pleading expression as it looked pitifully at Yang Jiao and said:
"Niu Niu has nothing good. Senior sister, please be kind to Niu Niu and let Niu Niu exchange that unpalatable Nine-Turn Golden Pill for you, okay?"
Fearing Yang Jiao would refuse his request, Qingniu spoke while staring longingly at the bright yellow orange in Yang Jiao's hand, his throat bobbing involuntarily. He quickly added:
"Niu Niu knows that the Nine-Turn Golden Pill doesn't taste good. Senior Sister, please be kind enough to exchange one pill for one orange, okay?"
hiss.
What an extravagant bartering scheme!
Yang Jiao was so surprised by this gesture that she was speechless for a moment. Her original intention was that she would be lucky to exchange a single orange for a pile of oranges.
Who knew that this silly ox was raised by Laozi to be so innocent?
Mosquito Taoist was also stunned. He had been following Yang Jiao for so long, and this was the first time he had seen a monster that was even easier to fool than himself!
She couldn't help but look at Yang Jiao's smiling face, wondering to herself:
"Did she learn some unorthodox techniques from Daoist Lu Ya that are specifically designed to deceive demons and beasts?"
Yang Jiao suppressed her overwhelming joy and hesitated.
As soon as her expression changed, the ox, who had never seen the dangers of the world, thought he had been too greedy.
He traded such delicious oranges for a Nine-Turn Golden Pill, he got a huge bargain.
But he could only produce twenty a day, and he really couldn't produce any more.
The blue ox was still counting the number.
Yang Jiao had already peeled a small orange, separating the peel from the flesh, and the air was filled with the unique fragrance of oranges.
The green ox was so tempted that it kept swallowing its saliva.
He gritted his teeth and said resolutely:
"Senior sister, can one golden pill be exchanged for one segment of orange?"