Chapter 65: Eat Hot Pot

The cave has just become lively when the night gradually turns dark.

The orange flame flicked the bottom of the pot, the soup was bubbling, while the corn, kelp, and potatoes were tumbling inside the red soup.

While the pot is full, and the cave is warm, the heart is full of warmth.

Mo Shulin liked the atmosphere very much. Although there’s only a fat rabbit beside him, the ambience of eating together let him feels that there’s someone beside him, and he’s not walking alone.

There’s a saying among mortals that a man’s lifelong pursuit is his wife and children with a warm comfortable life.

Mo Shulin once felt that this was something a person with no ambitions would say to cover up their ordinary incompetence.

In his previous life, he had broke the family vow for revenge, not only staying alive, but also becoming a demon cultivator. In order to become famous in the Demon Realm, ignoring a lot of things that made his conscience restless, and also killed many demon cultivators. Though those demon cultivators were indeed resentful and vile, but they also dyed his hands red and his heart black.

When he reached the tribulation period, he became the Second Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, nearing the peak.

Sitting in the huge palace, Mo Shulin suddenly realized that he seems to have everything, but he also has nothing.

Even if he reached the height of the Second Demon Lord in the Demon Realm, his family was destroyed and no one cared about him slipping through the net of emotions and sorrows.

He did sit in a high position, but there were only people around him who wanted to kill him and replace him, only flattering people who wanted to benefit from him, and those who opened their mouths and said that they loved him, wanting to sit on the throne of being the wife of a Demon Lord to enjoy glory and wealth.

There are hundreds of people around him, but no one really cares about him.

A piece of lumpy belly fell into the bowl, and Mo Shulin looked up at the fat rabbit who was putting duck intestines into the pot.

The fat rabbit noticed Mo Shulin’s gaze, and said: “This lumpy belly is delicious. Taste it while it’s hot.”

“Okay.” Mo Shulin ate the lumpy belly in the bowl, with desolation filling his heart.

He didn’t have it in his previous life, but he did in this life.

Using spells, the duck intestines were tossed and turned, soaking it from top to bottom in a boiling clear soup pot, then placed it into Mo Shulin’s bowl after they were cooked.

“Duck intestines are very delicious.” The fat rabbit said that he’s gluttonous, placing the remaining part into his bowl.

In order to accommodate Mo Shulin, what he cooked just now was a clear soup pot, but he added chili sauce for himself. It’s refreshing, fresh and spicy when being eaten in your mouth, and it tastes very delicious.

“Hot pot is good for winter.” The fat rabbit was in the mood and took out a bottle of green plum wine from the storage bag.

He just poured himself a glass and put some ice in it. Turning his head, he found Mo Shulin staring straight at him.

“Children can’t drink ah.” The fat rabbit knew that Mo Shulin was also greedy for wine. Even if Mo Shulin’s mind is like a giant, his body is still a child.

Mo Shulin also knew that he’s a child, so he could only sigh.

After experiencing a diarrhea, Mo Shulin really didn’t dare to eat indiscriminately.

They’re all ideological adults. The fat rabbit doesn’t feel so guilty when drinking alcohol. After a cup, he hiccups.

If Mo Shulin is a bear kid who doesn’t understand why he can’t drink alcohol, the fat rabbit will have to think about it for a long time, tangled about whether Mo Shulin will feel that he’s being treated differently, felt his master is abusing the disciple, and what kind of revenge will happen in the future.

The fat rabbit reads a dozen or twenty scripts every month, and the villains can come up with dozens of grudges about trivial things at random times.

Now that Mo Shulin has distinguished right from wrong, the fat rabbit’s heart is relaxed.

But as a friend, fat rabbit still took out a sour plum soup suitable for children to drink from the storage bag.

“It’s not easy to digest after eating meat. Here add something sweet and sour to help digestion.” The fat rabbit poured Mo Shulin a cup of sour plum soup.

Mo Shulin took a sip, his eyes brightened, “Usually it felt too sour to drink alone, it’s great to drink like this today.”

“Right. Surely you won’t be wrong when you put your faith in me.” Fat rabbit is very happy with Mo Shulin’s support.

When Mo Shulin saw the fat rabbit drank another glass of wine, his eyes became confused and a little drunk, speaking out the thoughts in his mind, “Master, shall we go out to play tomorrow?”

They can’t stay in the mountains like this.

Things in Feiyun Valley couldn’t be changed, so his time at Liangji sect wouldn’t be too long. He had to cultivate a good relationship with Bai Yuming before that.

“Not going.” The fat rabbit refused without thinking, and hiccuped again.

“Why?” Mo Shulin stared at the fat rabbit who’s drinking capacity wasn’t very good, but still knew on how to refuse him.

The fat rabbit hugged a wine jar about the same size as his body, and stares at Mo Shulin with his misty eyes, “You know, is it okay for you to call me master everytime?”

Mo Shulin: “…”

But thinking about it, it’s really like this after talking about their relationship.

The fat rabbit snorted and added: “Other people would call Zhong Wuyan when there’s something, and call Xia Yingchun when there’s nothing. But you’ll call me master when there’s something, and call me fat white rabbit when there’s nothing. I can see through you, stinky man.”

Mo Shulin: “……”

He doesn’t know why, even though he’s called a stinky man, he just wanted to laugh when he saw that it came out of a fat rabbit holding a wine jar.

“The scumbag’s smile is so beautiful.” The fat rabbit rubbed his eyes with rabbit paws, he seemed to see Mo Shulin’s soul directly through Mo Shulin’s body.

Because of drunkenness, the imaginary soul overlapped and separated from the body, it’s not very real, but it’s very similar to the Demon Lord in his dream with faint traces of a demon on his face.

The difference is that the Demon Lord in front of him is smiling, with his eyes full of pampering. But the Demon Lord in his dream was arrogant and greasy, similar to those poisonous presidents in stories.

“Fat white rabbit, let’s go out.” Mo Shulin said with a smile.

“…” Fat rabbit didn’t really get angry, “You want to go out because you want to get close to Yan Qianqian, go to the secret realm, right?”

The secret realm in Yan Qianqian’s hands is simply an upgrade copy benefit given to the protagonist Duanmu Jinyan. As long as he doesn’t die, the secret realm won’t be life-threatening.

Duanmu Jinyan used kindness and integrity to overcome obstacles one after another and obtain the secret treasure of the immortal.

“If possible, I naturally want to go.” Mo Shulin honestly said, “Yan Qianqian still has three places in her hand, I only need one.”

He’s reborn, knowing how Duanmu Jinyan obtained the secret treasure of the immortal and learnt on how useful that secret treasure is, how could he be willing to do nothing, let alone Duanmu Jinyan who obtained the good thing.

“No. I can listen to you about everything else, but this is not going to happen. I’ve told you so many times that you can’t get close to Duanmu Jinyan.” The fat rabbit was really angry.

And Yan Qianqian had no spare places in her hands, those three places were all given to the protagonist group.

Duanmu Jinyan, Qiu Quanxiang, Yue Zhihan, exactly three.

“Aming, you always said to not get close with him, but you never said on why you can’t get close?” Mo Shulin said seriously.

The fat rabbit opened his mouth and wanted to take this opportunity to tell Mo Shulin about everything. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt an invisible resistance controlling him, not letting him to utter a word.

Realizing where this resistance might come from, the fat rabbit felt a chill down his spine.

It turns out that heaven has always existed.

Their fate has a fixed direction from the beginning.

Mo Shulin frowned with suspicion when he noticed that the fat rabbit suddenly stiffened all over his body.

But fat rabbit quickly calmed down and talked nonsense with seriousness, “Because you look better than him, and a mountain can’t have two beauties, when the two of you are together, one person is destined to be sad.”

“So you let me avoid him, because I look better than him?” Mo Shulin raised his eyebrows.

“Respect the old and love the young.” Fat rabbit felt that he couldn’t continue this topic, “It’s good to go out and play, let’s go out and walk around.”

Go to a place where there’s no Yan Qianqian and Duanmu Jinyan.

“Success.” Mo Shulin’s original intention was to cultivate relationships with the fat rabbit, not to grab those three places.

When he was distracted, there was a white object in Mo Shulin’s bowl.

“Come on, eat some pig brains to replenish your brains.” The fat rabbit whispered.

“…I don’t want it.” Mo Shulin’s voice was a little more fearful.

“You actually don’t eat pig brains? This is a good thing.”

“Don’t want it.” Mo Shulin placed the pig brains into the fat rabbit’s bowl with disgust.

“Fine, fine, fine, don’t mind it. I’ll put some coriander to boil.”

“Don’t put it in the clear soup pot!”

“The picky eater won’t grow taller.”

“Anyway, I’ll be higher than the master in the future.”

Bai Yuming thought Mo Shulin was talking about searching for business opportunities and developments of events.

But he didn’t want anything about Mo Shulin and him to change.

Mo Shulin turned into an adult, and Bai Yuming wore a disciple’s clothing. Both of them didn’t hang any tokens, but because they exposed their cultivation skills during the Qi refining period, everyone regarded them as outer disciples.

It’s the first time for Bai Yuming being an outer disciple.

He walked in the small bazaar and peers at the other disciples passing by, feeling very peculiar.

Before, the small bazaar was still in twos and threes, but it’s only ten o’clock in the morning today, the small bazaar stalls were full, and there were several disciples and the stall owner discussing cooperation.

Passers-by are in an endless stream. Because of the crowd, Bai Yuming got hit on the shoulder several times.

“There’s a lot of people today.” Bai Yuming sighed. He never knew there was such a scene at Liangji sect.

“Un. This period of time has the most people each year, and most likely to find good items.” Mo Shulin often came to the small bazaar when he was an outer disciple, so it’s not surprising, “What does Aming like? I’ll buy it for you.”

“Using my spirit stones?” Bai Yuming’s chin was slightly raised.

“That’s right.” Mo Shulin wasn’t ashamed, but rather proud. “You gave it all to me.”

“Show off.” Bai Yuming laughed.

“Others aren’t as lucky as me.” Mo Shulin has tasted poverty, but he won’t feel that his pride is damaged because of this little thing.

“Then, see if you have a good luck to scour good items today.” Bai Yuming found a stall at random.

It was originally a trading bazaar where outer disciples were the major group, so the items there isn’t naturally good. Anything with spiritual energy will be placed on the table, regardless of whether it’s useful or not.

There are so many people recently, almost every stalls are surrounded by two or three disciples.

Bai Yuming only got one sentence from the stall owner when he passed by.

Bai Yuming prefers this time when nobody would care too much, compared to the eye-catching time when he was wearing red.

This is his life, an ordinary days like a student.

Mo Shulin’s eyes were good, and he picked a material with the most spiritual energy in the stall at a glance. It’s a piece of iron with mud in it. There are invisible totem patterns on it, which gave off a deep sense of age.

“Senior Brother, what’s the price for this material?” Mo Shulin asked. They’ll always be called Senior Brothers when facing disciples who have a higher cultivation base than him.

The stall owner glanced at it and said, “Junior Brother sincerely wants it, just give me 30 low-grade spirit stones.”

This offer is very insincere. Ba Shurong only lost seven low-grade spirit stones. A piece of iron that hadn’t even been wiped off from the mud was offered for 30 low-grade spirit stones.

Bai Yuming glanced at it, but didn’t speak. Although the iron piece was a little damaged, it had a good spiritual energy and should be able to be used for refining.

However, before Mo Shulin started to bargain, someone opened their mouth to speak, “This is a good thing. I have thirty-five low-grade spirit stones.”

Mo Shulin looked at the man with helplessness. At a glance, it’s obvious that the man was a fake customer who had been asked by the stall owner to raise the price.

Why does he always encounter this kind of thing?

Does he looks like he’s easy to be cheated?

“Then give it to you.” Mo Shulin put the things directly into the fake customer’s hands.

The fake customer stared at the iron piece in his hand for a moment, not expecting this person to play his cards so unconventionally.

Bai Yuming didn’t understand it before, but after seeing the stall owner and the fake customer’s slumped expressions, he burst into laughter.

The partial Mo Shulin even said to the fake customer in a cool manner, “Give the money ah. Thirty-five low-grade spirit stones.”

The fake customer: “…”

“This is a good item ah. Do you want to take this good item away without paying any money?” Mo Shulin’s face is sincere.

The fake customer: “…”