After buying the bone chopping knife and soy sauce, Song Shuhang ran home as fast as he could!
"I was fooled by that onion spirit." The green onion in his hand was just an ordinary green onion. However, it was filled with the aura of a 'monster onion', and it managed to fool him for a while.
... Just now, when he was buying the soy sauce, he used his right hand to grab the 'onion spirit'. He accidentally used too much strength, and the 'onion spirit' unexpectedly broke into two halves …
It broke into two halves!
Song Shuhang immediately understood that the 'onion spirit' in his hand was a fake. The real onion spirit … was still in his house, or it might have already escaped!
"Dammit, I was too careless." Up until now, Song Shuhang had always been very cautious when dealing with matters related to 'cultivation'.
He didn't expect that he would be so careless when dealing with this onion spirit.
...
...
After quickly running home, Song Shuhang immediately looked at the situation in the house.
Soon after, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. The house was very calm. Zhao Yaya and her two friends were whispering in the living room, and Papa Song and Old Lu were discussing something in the study room. Mama Song was still busy in the kitchen … it seemed that the onion spirit didn't cause any trouble.
"So, did the onion spirit directly escape?" Song Shuhang secretly operated the 《True Self Meditation Scripture》 and used his mental energy trick, the 'mental detection technique'.
At this time, Song Shuhang had opened three apertures, and his mental energy was much stronger than before. When he fully used his mental energy, it was enough to cover the entire house.
When he used the 'mental detection technique', Zhao Yaya, Papa Song, and Old Lu, who were talking to each other, suddenly stopped. They felt as if someone was peeping at them, and their hair stood on end.
At the same time, everything in the house, including the ants crawling in the dark corners, was reflected in Song Shuhang's mind. Of course … the images that Song Shuhang could sense were still very rough. Although he could sense the ants, they looked like tiny particles in his mind.
As for the larger human-shaped objects, they were basically projected in his mind like video recordings.
After searching for a long time … Song Shuhang could not find the 'onion spirit'.
This was going to be troublesome. If the onion monster managed to escape and spread the news that he had the Enlightenment Stone, then he would be in big trouble.
Eh, wait a moment!
What's that in Mom's hand?
Isn't that my treasured saber, Broken Tyrant? How did it end up in Mom's hands?
Just as he was feeling puzzled, he saw his mother carrying the treasured knife Broken Tyrant out of the kitchen.
"Eh, Ah Hang, you're back. Why are you standing at the door like a fool? Quickly give me the machete and the soy sauce. I need them urgently. "Mama Song shook the treasured saber Broken Tyrant and said to Song Shuhang.
"Ahem, mom, why are you carrying this ornamental knife?" Song Shuhang swallowed his saliva and asked.
"Haha, this decorative knife of yours is not bad. It's quite easy to use. It's even sharper than I thought. If not for the fact that I didn't want to dirty it, I would have used it to cut pork ribs, "Mama Song said with a smile.
Then, she added, "Just now, I saw a green onion on the cupboard at the door. Perhaps I accidentally dropped it when I was buying groceries this morning. Therefore, I brought it back to the kitchen to cut it and prepare to stir-fry 'lamb with green onions'. But strangely, I couldn't cut the green onion on the counter no matter how hard I tried. "
After saying this much, Mama Song furrowed her brows and said, "Now that you mention it, it's quite strange. I've never seen a green onion that couldn't be cut with a knife. Now that I think about it, I feel that there's something wrong. "
Damn, Mama Song brought Lady Onion back to the kitchen!
"Ahaha, mom, that green onion was indeed very special. It was a gift from a friend of mine. It's said to be a new breed of onion sprout. I was planning to bring it home and plant it, ahaha. " Song Shuhang immediately started to spout nonsense with a deadpan expression. In order to cover up some matters related to the 'world of cultivators', he had been telling more and more lies recently.
"Oh, so it's a new breed that you brought back. No wonder. "Mama Song didn't think too much about it and accepted her son's explanation.
Song Shuhang secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Wait a moment, my mother is holding the treasured saber Broken Tyrant … F * ck, did something happen to the onion spirit?
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Mom, is that green onion sprout still there?"
"Oh, I cut it off. Me? I couldn't cut it with a kitchen knife, so I thought of this' decorative knife 'of yours. Then, I took the knife and tried to cut it, and it went very smoothly. After a few cuts, it was cut into slices. This knife of yours is very useful, "Mama Song said with a smile.
Song Shuhang was dumbfounded and said, "Then, where are the slices?"
"You made it into stir-fry lamb with green onions. Speaking of which, that new breed of onion sprout of yours is very interesting. Even a knife can't cut it, but after it was cut off, it was quickly stir-fried in oil and cooked. The taste was also very fragrant. In a while, you should go and have a taste. That stir-fry lamb with green onions is my masterpiece, "Mama Song said proudly.
Stir-Fry lamb with green onions … stir-fry lamb with green onions … stir-fry lamb with green onions...
That onion spirit didn't die, right?
Moreover, why didn't she resist? Why did she let Mama Song cut her up when she was facing a life and death crisis?
"Mom, what about the root of the onion? Is the onion root still there? " Song Shuhang held onto his last hope — would the onion spirit die if the top part of the onion spirit was cut off? After all, if it was a plant-type monster, perhaps there would be a chance of survival if the root was left intact?
"It's on the edge of the kitchen. What do you want it for? Oh … I forgot that you wanted to bring it back to cultivate. " Mama Song pointed at the kitchen and said, "Go and look for it yourself. There are several roots mixed together on the edge of the chopping board. I'll go and hang the knife for you first. "
… …
… …
Song Shuhang quickly ran to the kitchen and found the 'root' of the onion spirit.
It was emitting the strong smell of the onion spirit.
"Hey, it's still alive?" Song Shuhang asked softly.
However, the onion spirit didn't reply. Her root slightly shook.
It seemed that she wasn't dead yet …
Song Shuhang secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He picked up the root and put it away. Then, his gaze fell on the dish of lamb fried with green onions that Mama Song was so proud of.
Lamb fried with a 300 year old onion spirit — was this thing a great tonic? Or would it kill people after eating it?
After thinking for a while, he took out his phone and quickly logged into the Nine Provinces Number One Group.
Stressed by a Mountain of Books: "Seniors, my 300 year old onion spirit was cut by my mom and fried lamb … only the root is left, can it still come back to life? Also, can it kill people to eat lamb fried with a 300 year old onion spirit? I'm waiting online, it's urgent! "
This dish was his mother's proud creation. In a while, she would definitely bring it to the table and invite everyone to eat it. What if someone died after eating it? If it did, he would have to think of a way to get rid of it.
Very soon, someone replied.
It was Senior Beihe Sanren. As long as he was online, he would always be the first to reply: "300 year old onion spirit? This thing isn't commonly seen. Let me answer your first question. If it's an onion spirit, as long as its root is not too badly damaged, it can still survive. Just bury it in the ground and water it with some spiritual spring water every day, and it will recover. As for the second question, I haven't tasted lamb fried with a 300 year old onion spirit, so I don't know how to answer. "
At this time, Scholar Drunken Moon replied, "The second question: if your mother is an 'immortal chef', that is, a cultivator similar to Immortal Fairy Bie Xue, then 300 years old stir-fried lamb with green onion spirit would be a very nutritious food. Even ordinary people would be able to live longer after eating it!"
Stressed by a Mountain of Books: "… Senior, don't mess around. My mom is just an ordinary person."
Scholar Drunken Moon: "Hmm, if that's the case, ordinary people definitely can't eat it! A 300 year old onion spirit contains a large amount of monster qi. If ordinary people eat it, they will be confused by the monster qi. "
Stressed by a Mountain of Books: "What will happen after being confused?"
Scholar Drunken Moon: "After being confused … you will die a wonderful death! There are all kinds of ways to die, but you better not try it out of curiosity. "
Song Shuhang: "…"
Who the hell would try this kind of thing out of curiosity!
Scholar Drunken Moon continued, "Moreover, I think that cultivators who eat this dish of lamb fried with a 300 year old onion spirit will have to be careful. If they get affected by the monster qi, it will be very troublesome."
Song Shuhang sighed — even if you give it to me, I don't want to eat it. Whenever I think about how this onion spirit can transform into a delicate girl, how can I eat it?
I'm not a pervert, and I don't have the hobby of eating people.
As expected, I should get rid of this lamb fried with a green onion. Although I feel sorry for my mom's cooking skills, I should throw it away!
At this time, Three Waves popped his head out. "Shuhang Little Friend, are you going to sell that 300 year old onion spirit root? I'm currently collecting the ingredients for Immortal Fairy Bie Xue's' Immortal Feast '. Maybe this 300 year old onion spirit will come in handy. "
"…" Song Shuhang was silent for a moment and replied: "Senior, I don't think that's a good idea. It wasn't easy for the onion spirit to cultivate for 300 years, and with great difficulty, she was able to assume human form and gain intelligence. I feel that I can't bear to send her to the Immortal Feast and make her into a dish to be eaten. After all, she's still a life. "
After Song Shuhang sent this message, the group became silent for a long time.
"Pfft! Wait a moment! " Three Waves sent a blood spurting emoji. "Did you just say that your onion spirit has gained intelligence? She can even assume human form? "
"300 year old onion spirit can assume human form?" Beihe Sanren asked.
"Since she has already assumed human form, do you think you can catch her with your strength? Moreover, you even turned her into lamb fried with a green onion? "Scholar Drunken Moon asked.
"That's impossible. Did you get confused by the monster energy emitted by the onion spirit? Plant-type monsters can accumulate monster energy in 300 years at most, but they can't even gain intelligence, right? "Cave Lord Snow Wolf said in surprise.
Looking at the flood of reactions from the seniors in the group, Song Shuhang was puzzled. "Is it strange for a monster onion to assume human form?"
At this time, Yellow Mountain Zhenjun said, "Shuhang, let me give you some common sense. Let me give you an example. Doudou is right next to you, right? She's currently equivalent to a human cultivator at the peak of the Fourth Stage Realm. She's only one step away from condensing a 'monster core' and completing the 'transformation' stage. A monster core is equivalent to a human cultivator's Jin Dan. As long as it's a monster, it's impossible to assume human form without a monster core! It's already so difficult for animals, let alone a plant monster that doesn't even have intelligence in the beginning. "
"There's something strange about the onion spirit in your hand." Medicine Master slowly finished his reply.
Three Waves guessed, "Plant her again and see if there's anything special about her. Perhaps … she has a treasure on her body! "
Beihe Sanren added, "Or perhaps, this onion spirit has an ancient bloodline?"
As the seniors in the group discussed, Song Shuhang put away his phone.
He picked up the 'stir-fried lamb with green onions' and thought for a moment. Then, he clenched his teeth and walked toward the trash can in the kitchen, wanting to throw it away.
At this time, he could only waste Mama Song's cooking skills and the onion spirit's 300-year-old 'green onion sprout'.
Just as Song Shuhang opened the trash can and was about to throw away the lamb, he heard Mama Song's footsteps coming from outside. Mama Song was already walking toward the kitchen.
Song Shuhang's action of throwing away the stir-fried lamb with green onions immediately stopped!
Since the kitchen had a pair of transparent glass doors, Mama Song would be able to see him throw the lamb into the trash can from afar!
At that time, if he couldn't come up with a good excuse, Mama Song would definitely flip out.
What should I do?
Song Shuhang quickly thought of something.
At this time, Mama Song pushed open the glass door and said, "Shuhang, did you find the onion root?"
Song Shuhang clenched his teeth and quickly stuffed the entire plate of stir-fried lamb with green onions into his mouth.
Just as Mama Song finished her question … Song Shuhang had already swallowed the entire plate of stir-fried lamb with green onions.
"…" Mama Song.
"Mom, this plate is delicious. I accidentally finished it! Hahaha, it's too delicious. I won't leave it for dad and the others. "Song Shuhang gave a thumbs up.
Mama Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She flicked her finger and hit Song Shuhang's head.
"Hehe." Song Shuhang laughed foolishly and took the opportunity to escape from the kitchen, running toward his room. Since the food hasn't been digested yet, I should spit it out first …
* * * * *
After running back to his room, Song Shuhang closed the door and tried to force himself to vomit the 'stir-fried lamb with green onions'.
However, when he tried to vomit, he was dumbfounded.
He couldn't vomit, he couldn't vomit at all.
It seemed like his body didn't have the concept of 'vomiting'. No matter how hard he tried, there was no reaction.
At the same time, he felt that his stomach started to heat up.
It was like drinking hot soup in the middle of winter. This heat flowed from his stomach to his lower abdomen. Recalling the introduction of the '300-year-old stir-fried lamb with green onions' in the group, Song Shuhang felt that he was in trouble.
Did I turn the wrong page in the script of my life recently?
Song Shuhang took a deep breath and returned to the bedside.
On the bed, Senior White was still motionless. She was still in secluded meditation. If only Senior White was still awake. She could probably just move her fingers and resolve this crisis.
But now, he could only rely on himself.
Song Shuhang sat cross-legged on the bedside, closed his eyes, and started to practice the 《True Self Meditation Technique》. He wanted to see if he could digest the strange energy coming from his stomach.
… …
… …
"Hahaha, you want to vomit after eating me? No way!" At this time, the onion spirit in Song Shuhang's pocket laughed complacently.
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