Chapter 1381 - 406: Second Uncle, Do You Still Remember Me?
The waiter looked at the Second Uncle in confusion, nodded and stepped back after receiving the Spirit Stone.
Zhou Qing leisurely sat back at the table, bent down to pick up the old hen pecking under the table, gently stroked its head, and quietly waited.
The Outer Domain borders the Wilderness, where there’s never a shortage of various rare beast meats.
Before long, the waiter brought a whole roasted leg of a scarlet flame boar with oily golden skin, sprinkled with precious spirit pepper powder, to the Second Uncle.
A pot of simmered emerald-eyed snow python soup, the broth milky white, floating with a few green Spirit Medicine Leaves.
And three skewers of sizzling thunderstorms-stripe wild beef, each piece as big as a fist.
The last dish was a cold salad mixed with seven-colored spirit mushrooms.
The Second Uncle’s eyes lit up, he rubbed his calloused hands, grabbed the boar leg and gnawed on it.
The grease dripped down his chin, but he didn’t care at all, eating with oil dripping from his mouth.
He tapped open a jar of home-brewed Spirit Wine, instantly filling the inn with the rich aroma of wine mixed with the sweetness of Spirit Fruit.
Zhou Qing closed his eyes and took a deep breath; it was the same taste from his memories.
At the Jade Dining Hall of the Taiqing Sect, at the Little Spirit Peak, at the White Jade Taixu Courtyard, he had drunk Second Uncle’s brew more than once.
He didn’t know why, but at that moment, he had the urge to cry.
The other diners were also drawn in by the aroma of the wine, swallowing their saliva, and a few bold ones approached: "Fellow Daoist, meeting is fate..."
"Scram!" The Second Uncle didn’t even look up, muttered with his mouth full of meat.
The few people suddenly changed their expressions, about to explode, when a terrifying pressure suddenly descended.
"Spirit, Spirit Severing Realm..." Feeling this terrifying aura, their faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly knelt to beg for mercy.
"Go away, don’t bother me while I’m eating!" The Second Uncle waved his hand irritably, as if shooing away flies.
The few were like receiving a great pardon, crawling and rolling out of the inn, while the other diners also lowered their heads in awe, not daring to breathe.
"What a strong pressure!" Zhou Qing’s eyes brightened.
Now, he was infinitely close to the mid-stage Spirit Severing Realm, yet he was still intimidated by this pressure.
More astonishingly, he could feel that the Second Uncle was definitely holding back.
It seems that over the past hundred years, the Second Uncle must have encountered unimaginable opportunities, otherwise how could he have stayed around a Divine Beast for so long?
Time passed by bit by bit, and seeing that Second Uncle had almost finished eating, Zhou Qing carefully tucked the old hen into his arms.
"Waiter, bill!" The Second Uncle wiped his greasy hands with his sleeve, drank the last drop of Spirit Wine, and called out in a rough voice.
The waiter quickly came over with a flattering smile: "Senior, your meal has already been paid for by that gentleman."
Saying this, pointing to Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing stood up and bowed respectfully.
The Second Uncle turned his head, then frowned, and with large strides, walked over to Zhou Qing, slapping down five top-grade Spirit Stones with a "slap".
"I don’t like owing people favors, nor do I want to know you, so put away that little thought of yours!"
Without waiting for Zhou Qing to speak, he returned to the table, picked a thin bone from the pile to pick his teeth, and swaggered off with a pat on his round belly.
Zhou Qing shook his head helplessly, then got up and followed.
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On the streets of this small frontier town, the Second Uncle walked ahead with his belly sticking out, and Zhou Qing followed at a not-far-not-close distance.
Soon, the Second Uncle suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared straight at Zhou Qing, flicking his fingers, the toothpick bone whooshed towards Zhou Qing.
Zhou Qing slightly tilted his head and dodged it.
"I said I don’t want to know you!" The Second Uncle stormed over, eyeing Zhou Qing up and down, "If you keep following, don’t blame me for being rude!"
Zhou Qing adjusted his mask, suddenly twitching his nose forward.
"What are you doing? Perverted?" The Second Uncle hurriedly retreated, a look of disgust, "Go home and smell your mom!"
Zhou Qing burst into laughter at this.
It seems that over the past hundred years, the Second Uncle learned quite a few foul words from that Divine Beast.
"Laugh, laugh, laugh at your mom! Are you sick?" The Second Uncle cursed and turned to leave.
Zhou Qing put away his smile, looked at the back of the Second Uncle, and suddenly raised his voice: "Second Uncle, how long has it been since you took a bath?"
This familiar phrase made the Second Uncle suddenly freeze, turning around wide-eyed.
Only to see Zhou Qing slowly remove his mask, revealing a long-missed smile, with a familiar chicken head poking out from his lapel—cluck-cluck!
The Second Uncle stood there dumbfounded for several breaths, not coming to his senses.
Suddenly, he lunged forward like an arrow, and before Zhou Qing could react, slapped him on both cheeks.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Qing covered his cheeks.
"It hurt a bit, so it’s not a dream." The Second Uncle mumbled, looking at his palms.
"No, you..."
Zhou Qing was just about to speak when the Second Uncle had already pulled out the old hen for careful inspection: "Still the same silly look, but its feathers are much shinier and sleeker!"
The old hen struggled disgruntledly, clucking loudly.
"Take it easy!" Zhou Qing hurriedly snatched it back.
It’s an Innate Spirit, after all; if it awakens later and holds a grudge, it would be troublesome.
Then, the Second Uncle finally took a serious look at Zhou Qing, tentatively asking: "Did you sniff it out again this time?"
Zhou Qing proudly pointed to his nose: "Of course! Is there a reward this time?"
The Second Uncle couldn’t help but laugh loudly, his rough hand heavily patting Zhou Qing on the shoulder.
"Good lad! But when we parted last time, I didn’t promise to give you a reward if recognized again!"
Zhou Qing also laughed.
Although the two do not have the formal status of master and disciple, this friendship surpassed that of a master and disciple.
If it weren’t for that thread of mutated Yin Yang Qi, the moment his Golden Core was dug out by Qian Dafu, he would have become a wastrel, or even lost his life.
From the comprehension and refinement of the Divinity Transformation Intent Realm, to being taken to the White Jade Taixu Courtyard for systematic study of arrays.