nashuaworldcup Chapter 244 Making Milk Tea for the Mosquito Taoist
Chapter 244 Making Milk Tea for the Mosquito Taoist
Outside Qinglong Pass.
Nezha and Wen Zhong's eyes met briefly across the 500-meter-wide grass, and Nezha frowned slightly.
This veteran of three dynasties of the Yin Shang Dynasty, Grand Tutor Wen, lived up to his reputation. Although his cultivation level was not high, his murderous aura was more unpredictable than that of ordinary cultivators.
Yang Jiao held him in high esteem.
Wen Zhong will be in charge of the Thunder Department from now on.
Now that there's no one in Heaven, everything, big or small, is handled by the Heavenly Dao. Here someone breaks through, there someone ascends to immortality.
The way of Heaven is that if throwing dozens of lightning bolts here isn't enough, it has to go and throw lightning bolts there.
Otherwise, why would they recruit 365 different deities from the eight classes of gods to perform different tasks?
Among these Heavenly Court officials, the two you should cultivate the best relationships with are Zhao Gongming and Wen Zhong. One is in charge of finances, and the other is in charge of whether you'll be struck by lightning or not.
Nezha looked away and pondered:
"Grand Tutor Wen has come in person; we must inform our martial uncle of this matter immediately."
"Yang Jiao, let's go back."
Yang Jiao felt a mixture of respect and fear towards this person.
He nodded in agreement upon hearing Nezha's words.
"Yes, go back immediately."
She turned and ran without the slightest hesitation.
She was terrified that Wen Zhong would see her close relationship with the Zhou Dynasty and then use it to his advantage to blast her into pieces when she broke through to the next level.
Mosquito Taoist almost couldn't catch up with her and could only shout loudly from behind:
"Yang Jiao, wait for the mosquitoes."
The three returned to Zhou's camp one after another.
Jiang Ziya was sitting on a small stool, and in front of him was the mythical beast Qilin, bestowed upon him by the Primordial Celestial Venerable.
At this moment, the four-legged creature continuously exhaled breath.
He wished he could kick over the bucket he was standing on.
It's a mythical beast! A mythical beast!
She was actually coerced and lured by Jiang Ziya into becoming a female and even producing milk.
"Hurry up."
The four-legged creature urged Jiang Ziya on, and when it uttered this voice, it was stunned.
His once powerful voice had become somewhat soft, and the strange creature's eyes almost popped out, as if it wished it could stop speaking.
Jiang Ziya finally filled a small bucket, and the heavy weight on his heart was finally lifted.
As he stood up with the bucket, he saw Yang Jiao running back as if chased by a dog. He raised his hand and called out:
"Young friend, here is the divine beast milk you requested."
The four-legged creature was even more infuriating.
Having gotten away from Wen Zhong, Yang Jiao finally calmed down. She had deliberately kept her head down earlier because she didn't want Lei Shen to write her down.
Upon hearing Jiang Ziya's words, the dark clouds in his heart finally dissipated.
Mosquitoes, you've got food!
She turned and walked over, thanking them:
"Thank you very much, Prime Minister Jiang!"
He then took the bucket, shook it, and found it wasn't even half full.
Mosquitoes have quite an appetite.
If it were a large baby bottle from home, this bucket wouldn't even be a third full.
Given the current limited resources, it's already good enough to have something like this.
Yang Jiao was content. She used her spiritual power to keep the small bucket warm, preventing it from condensing and maintaining its freshest state.
At this time,
Mosquito Taoist and Nezha also returned.
Seeing Jiang Ziya there, Nezha stepped forward and said without wasting any words:
"Grand Tutor Wen Zhong of the Yin Shang Dynasty has personally come to guard the pass."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziya's expression changed drastically.
When he first came down the mountain, he had the intention of assisting King Zhou in governing the country and benefiting the people, but his stubbornness only angered the heavens and the people.
But during his time as an official in the Shang Dynasty, he had long heard of the renowned Grand Tutor Wen, whose loyalty, military prowess, and intelligence were second to none.
If it weren't for Wen Zhong in Chaoge, it would have been overthrown by the vassal states decades ago.
"Nezha, your uncle has a favor to ask you. Quickly return to the Golden Light Cave and ask your master if there is a way to subdue that King-Slaying Golden Whip."
Although it is called "King-Slaying Golden Whip", it is actually a dragon-fighting golden whip.
It was transformed from two dragons, and according to Yin and Yang, it was divided into two energies.
Nezha bowed and turned around immediately.
As they left Zhou's camp, they passed right between Jinzha and Muzha, who had barely regained some strength and were helping each other back.
Both were seriously injured and fell heavily to the ground.
Jinzha reached out his hand towards Jiang Ziya:
"Uncle-Master, Uncle-Master, save me!"
"Nezha and this so-called righteous god of Heaven stole our brothers' military merits. We beg our uncle to do justice for us!"
Jiang Ziya glanced at Yang Jiao, then said nothing and waved over a few soldiers:
"Take your two nephews away to heal their injuries first."
Yang Jiao had expected Jiang Ziya to ask her a few more questions, and she had even prepared her answers in her mind, but instead, she heard Jiang Ziya ask:
"Is the milk enough?"
Mosquito Taoist glanced at it and said honestly:
"not enough."
Jiang Ziya said "Oh," and went back to doing psychological work with the strange creature.
Although Jinzha and Muzha were also disciples of the Chan Sect, their status was far inferior to Yang Jiao's. At least, they had never seen Yuanshi Tianzun even after being disciples for more than ten years.
They can still distinguish between close and distant relationships.
Looking at the swaying milk, Mosquito Taoist sniffed it, but didn't find it sweeter than the milk he drank at the Yang residence.
Yang Jiao has nothing to do now, so she can make some delicious food for Mosquito Taoist.
There were many tea trees on the mountain, and Yang Jiao smelled them as she selected some.
These tea trees were not cultivated on a large scale as in later generations; instead, they possessed a unique, wild flavor.
After searching for a long time, Yang Jiao finally found a black tea tree with a gray trunk and oval, pointed leaves in a rocky crevice.
She immediately pinched off the tender tips of the newly sprouted buds.
Mosquito Taoist frowned repeatedly as he watched:
"This...is it going to be something I eat?"
Mosquitoes don't eat grass.
After Yang Jiao picked enough red tea leaves, she used her magic to roast them. Once the roasting was complete, the leaves visibly curled up.
She tapped the mosquito-man's shoulder.
"I'm afraid you'll keep bothering me later."
Without even returning to Zhou's camp, he immediately started making milk tea on the spot.
To make the taste even more authentic, Yang Jiao even took out cassava, ground it into starch, and made pearls.
That's the advantage of being a deity; you don't even need cooking utensils. Yang Jiao controlled everything with her magic power.
The temperature is also very precise.
A tiny bit of magic power is enough to boil the milk.
Bubbling continuously within the magic circle, the milk tea, infused with the unique aroma of black tea and a rich milky flavor, soon whetted the Mosquito Taoist's appetite.
He squatted down in front of Yang Jiao, eagerly asking:
"Are you done?"
"Can I drink it now?"
"What are these little black balls?"
Since there wasn't a suitable bottle available, Yang Jiao poured the boiled milk tea back into the bucket, leaving a layer of tapioca pearls at the bottom.
She handed it to the Mosquito Taoist, her eyes full of hope, wanting to see if it suited the mosquito's appetite, reminding him:
"Be careful, it's hot. Be careful, you might choke on the pearls."
As soon as the bucket reached Mosquito Taoist's hands, she couldn't wait to take a small sip.
Then his eyes sparkled with starlight.
"Ah~"
"It tastes so good! Even better than milk!"
What is this? It's so sweet and fragrant, it tastes like milk, even better than milk!
Where has the Mosquito Taoist ever enjoyed such a blessing?
I used to think milk was the best-tasting thing in the world, but now I realize...
There's milk on top of milk.
It was worth it for her to go hungry for so long!
Immediately, he picked up the bucket and started working on it like crazy.
Finally, she licked her lips, and even the unattractive, dark little dumpling seemed to release a sweetness as she chewed it, whetting her appetite. But only this much; she looked at Yang Jiao with a pitiful expression, clutching the little bucket.
"Jiao, fill it up."