In order to eat a bite of meat, Qin Yue'er ran down the mountain and went hundreds of miles away to hunt a wild boar. By the way, she bought dozens of kilograms of beans from the local people.

Wu Jun made beans into tofu and used them to stew the pig intestines, and handed over the processing to Songcai.

Soon, Wu Jun stewed the tofu and each of them served a large bowl.

Jingnian held Wu Jun’s specially made tofu and rolled her eyes at him: “Can you add some vegetables to me…”

Wu Jun ate the ice crystal grass and mixed with pig ears and smiled and said, "The vegetables here are all herbs, and nothing you can eat is right. Take a little bit of food to keep your stomach full. How can you, a monk, have such a strong desire for verbal words?"

"Amitabha……"

Jingnian sighed helplessly, and could not say that Wu Jun could not say anything. She swallowed her saliva depressedly and looked at Qin Yueer with a feast. She felt that she must have stole the Buddha's indulgent money in her previous life, so she was punished to meet Wu Jun and the others...

Sun Wuyan formed a sharp contrast with her. Facing Wu Jun’s full pig banquet, he had no appetite at all. He had a strong recollection in his eyes and plucked the strings on his own.

Listening to his piano, Wu Jun couldn't help but shake his head slightly and said to Song Cai and Yan Jun: "When will you two have such a state of mind? Our music class will be stopped."

Yan Jun ate a piece of pork liver and narrowed his eyes with pleasure and said, "Master, I have learned almost the same erhu, so it should be no less than him."

Wu Jun looked at his beloved disciple in a tangled manner and said, "Awei, don't you really want to change the instrument? The person who plays the erhu is very miserable. He can only play the erhu with full blood, and he will be stumbling everywhere if he is not careful..."

Yan Jun was stunned and said, "It's okay, my erhu has already entered the house, and it's too late to change it now."

Song Cai glanced at his junior brother and said proudly: "It doesn't matter. As long as you learn to play drums from me, you will be compatible with other instruments at any time in the future."

Yan Jun looked at Song Cai with his eyes twitching, and complained: "But Senior Sister, you're so angry that you're giving up..."

Song Cai snatched the bun in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth. He stared at him in a speechless manner and said, "Isn't it just a pounding thing if I retreat!"

Wu Jun covered his forehead with a headache, feeling that these two little guys were really in trouble.

At this moment, Wu Jun's body suddenly shook and his eyes stared at the foot of the mountain.

When Jingming was bored and eating tofu, he felt a Buddhist aura gradually approaching. He put down his chopsticks and looked at the foot of the mountain.

In the snow and ice, two rows of lotus flowers bloomed in the middle of the road, and more than a dozen servants carried a green bamboo sedan covered with gauze and walked slowly in the snow.

Seeing the green bamboo sedan chair, Jing Nian couldn't help but frown: "Why is Li Muchan here?"

The moment the words came out, the porcelain bowl in Song Cai's hand shattered with a bang, and the vegetable soup with red oil flowed into one hand, dripping to the ground.

Looking at Song Cai's nervous look with a sharp look in his eyes and holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, Wu Jun reached out and pressed it on her shoulder: "Continue to eat, Awei, go and get your senior sister a bowl."

Yan Jun looked at Wu Jun and Song Cai, ran to the house to get a bowl, then served another bowl of stew and handed it to Song Cai.

The head of the Li family, Li Muchan, a master of the Bodhi realm of Buddhism, Song Cai's former master, and Song Ziying, who is known as the world's number one killer, died at the hands of Li Muchan.

A few years ago, Li Muchan's son Li Zhongjie robbed a girl, but after the incident was exposed, he killed someone to silence the woman, killing the whole family.

The younger brother of the woman who escaped by chance found Song Ziying and used five cents to buy Li Zhongjie's life.

After taking over this business, Song Ziying sneaked into the Li family to assassinate Li Zhongjie. After succeeding, she was seriously injured by Li Muchan and eventually died.

Li Muchan was injured and recuperated, and has not yet recovered.

Now that the enemies are extremely jealous when they meet, Song Cai can't suppress her murderous intention and is about to go forward to assassinate Li Muchan.

A quarter of an hour later, more than a dozen servants carried Li Muchan to the door and stopped. A cough sounded in the bamboo sedan chair: "Cough cough cough, Li Muchan, Longxi, come to see the Snow Mountain Ghost Doctor."

Wu Jun said: "Let's see the doctor. Senior Ghost Doctor is out. Why don't I show you?"

The gauze was pulled open, revealing a pale middle-aged man, Li Muchan.

Just looking at his appearance, Li Muchan is only in his fifties and is born with a handsome appearance, starry eyebrows and sword eyes, and he looks like he is not angry, but his temperament is somewhat similar to Emperor Zhenyuan.

When he got out of the sedan chair, Li Muchan suddenly felt a murderous intent coming towards him, and frowned and looked at Song Cai who was staring at him: "Little girl, do you know me?"

Wu Jun smiled and said, "Oh, her name is Sini, she is a child, and she is afraid that you will steal her food."

Li Muchan's eyes slowly moved to Wu Jun's face: "Who are you?"

Wu Jun smiled faintly: "My Sini Dad!"

“???”

Li Muchan was stunned for a moment, stared at Wu Jun and said, "I think of it a little familiar. I remembered that you are the Wu Jun who once made a big fuss in Western Sichuan. Are the relics of Tianzong and Li Miqiong on you?"

Wu Jun smiled faintly: "Oh, here, old man, do you want to get it back?"

"Bold, dare to be disrespectful to the head of the family!"

Several servants frowned and pulled out the weapons from their waists.

Li Muchan waved his hand and stopped several servants behind him who were about to step forward. He coughed and said, "Can you cure my internal injuries?"

Wu Jun looked at Li Muchan and nodded, "You are practicing the water-attributed technique among the four major Buddhist elements, but you are severely damaged by the Taoist Five Elements Qi. The two techniques conflict with each other in your body, which is generally untreatable. However, I am proficient in the two classics of Buddhism and Taoism, and can transform the five elements Qi for you."

Li Muchan nodded slightly: "You can see my problem at first glance, and I feel so awesome." As he said that, he stepped forward to Wu Jun and others, put a spoonful of tofu in a spoon, reached out to take the bowls and chopsticks handed over by the servant, and started eating with everyone.

Yan Jun looked at Song Cai's murderous eyes, secretly handed over a porcelain bottle and whispered: "Senior Sister, this is the Youhuo San that I used my master's Phoenix True Fire to mix. Water and fire conflict, at least half of his life can be saved..."

Song Cai silently pushed his hand back into his sleeve, took a deep breath, and said, "Our Renxintang has never cured anyone. You can't break the rules just because he is my enemy. When the master cures him, I will fight for life and death with him."

Wu Jun touched Song Cai's head with relief and said, "The master will help you prepare medicine at that time."

Li Muchan's eyelids twitched and looked at the few people with a strange expression: "I really don't need to avoid me, I heard everything you said..."

Wu Jun coughed dryly, waved his hand and smiled, "It's just a little bit of trivial matters, the head of the Li family doesn't need to care, don't care!"
Chapter completed!