Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 163: Three-color wontons, eating up the city of sorrow

In the end, the team heading to the City of No Tears expanded from four people to eight people.

In addition to the two necessary characters, Qiu Chuji and Su Tianxin, Zhuge Liuyun and Yan Hongye were the ones being investigated. Yan Chixia and Sima Sanniang were the "private goods" smuggled by Yan Hongye and Zhuge Liuyun respectively, and it was obvious that they were intending to reconcile the couple. After hearing the news, Jin Guang and Qiye Demon Lord also stuck to them like taffy and couldn't be driven away.

This doesn't look like they are going to solve a big problem, but rather like a group tour.

This team of eight people basically includes the core characters of the Qiannu world.

Hmm, it seems I forgot something.

But not important!

Su Tianxin opened the door, and the eight people filed into the City of No Tears.

This is an extremely desolate ancient city. In this ancient city where no one is seen, there is always an intense and lingering sadness.

A hazy mist filled the air and a cold wind blew gently. It was not strong, but it gave people a sense of loneliness and desolation.

Standing in this city, it is easy to think of some sad things. The pain and insurmountable obstacles in life all come to mind.

"You must never cry in the City of No Tears. Once it senses tears falling, Gan Jiang's evil spirit will come out to kill people until the blood washes away the tears." Su Tianxin explained coldly.

She herself did not explain her identity, and Qiu Chuji did not explain it either, but Sima Sanniang and Jin Guang might have guessed it and showed great respect to her.

"Aren't we here to solve the problem of Gan Jiang's evil spirit?" asked Qiu Chuji's soul.

Then he looked at the rather large team and said: "So... who among you will cry first?"

Yan Chixia, Sima Sanniang, Jin Guang, Seven Nights Demon Lord and others all looked at each other in bewilderment.

The atmosphere here is indeed very sad, making people want to cry, but except for Zhuge Liuyun, everyone present is a veteran and has a heart as hard as iron.
Even if the atmosphere is right, how can it be so easy to cry?
All eyes were undoubtedly focused on Zhuge Liuyun, making him feel very stressed.

"Well...theoretically, it's not impossible for me to cry, but I can't cry for the moment." Zhuge Liuyun was still a little sad, but as everyone's attention was focused on him, he didn't feel anything.

After all, he has a big heart, and people with big hearts won't be sad easily.

"You can't even cry?" Qiu Chuji looked around and asked.

"Yes!"

"That's right!"

"No feeling at all!" Everyone nodded in agreement.

If you were able to cry, in this situation, even if you break your thigh with your fingers, you won't be able to shed a tear.

"I finally figured it out. I've brought in a bunch of trash." Qiu Chuji said what he was unhappy about on the spot. The Taoist's main point is to speak his mind.

Yan Chixia looked embarrassed, but Jin Guang, Sima Sanniang and Qiye didn't feel anything.

Thick-skinned, that's it!

"Friend Su, tell Liuyun a little story and remember to get to the point." Qiu Chuji looked around and still felt that Zhuge Liuyun was the most reliable.

Su Tianxin nodded, took a deep breath, and planned to tell Zhuge Liuyun about his life experience.

Now the top masters from both the righteous and evil worlds have gathered together. Even if Qiu Chuji fails and fails to deal with Gan Jiang as agreed, they can definitely defeat Gan Jiang if they join forces.

But before the story began, the ground in the city began to shake violently.

The entire city, which was filled with sadness and seemed lifeless, suddenly came alive.

The fog grew thicker and the space began to flip and fold, separating the team of eight.

"Everyone be careful. We will gather at the Sword House in the city later. Don't try to hold on if you meet Gan Jiang alone. There should be others here. They led Gan Jiang out..."

Su Tianxin's voice appeared and disappeared in the thick fog.

The true energy under Qiu Chuji's feet shook, and he soared into the air. His spiritual eyes looked around, searching for Gan Jiang's whereabouts.

The fog in the City of No Tears is strange. It is also a part of the city. In Qiu Chuji's spiritual eyes, it seems to be composed of one unconscious wronged soul after another, densely filling the entire city.

These wronged souls include not only the original residents of the City of No Tears, but also the many more innocent people that this city has devoured over the past thousand years.

The City Without Tears is beyond reality, but occasionally it overlaps with reality and envelops some people.

Su Tianxin's way of dealing with the resentment in the City of No Tears is simply to passively collect some love stories, and use the beauty in these stories to dilute the resentment and evil spirits of the wronged souls.

But this is no different from trying to stop the boiling water by adding more water.

Looking at the wronged souls everywhere, even their obsessions were swallowed up by this city.

It's like a piece of frozen meat made up of scraps, with no nutrition and no value, but it lingers here.

There is no past, no future, only sadness remains.

Qiu Chuji clenched his sword finger and said, "May you be blessed with infinite happiness!"

Perfect! Cook a pot of wontons before eating a big meal.

Qiu Chuji fell from a great height, right above the main street, and waved his hand to take out the pots, pans, and charcoal fire on the stove.

I put the bone soup in a pot and prepared three-color noodles, seaweed and shrimp, fresh vegetables and chives, and all kinds of seasonings, both salty and spicy.

After it was opened, it really looked like a stall selling wontons. However, everything else was there, except for the fillings wrapped in the wonton skin.

Qiu Chuji stretched out his hand and grabbed, and the true energy wrapped in a thick mist condensed in his palm, like a jelly, or like raw meat that had been left for a long time. Qiu Chuji used his palm as a knife and chopped quickly.

The things condensed from the thick fog were cut into meat paste, seasoned and wrapped in wonton skin, and the big bone soup was boiled.

Throw the wontons into the soup and cook, scoop them out with a slotted spoon several times, rinse with ice water, and then put them back into the boiling soup pot.

In this way, a pot of three-color wontons was cooked.

Whoops! Whoops! Whoops!

Accompanied by heavy panting, a strong young man ran over, passed through the thick fog, and saw Qiu Chuji's wonton stall.

"If you feel a little cold, come over and have a bowl of wontons to warm you up!"

"After eating my wontons, you won't feel like crying as much." Qiu Chuji said.

The strong young man hesitated when he heard this, but finally he plucked up the courage to walk over and sat down in front of the table and chair that Qiu Chuji had just opened.

"Shopkeeper... do you have any wine?" As the young strong man spoke, he took out a silver ingot from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"There's no wine, only wontons, and I don't charge for this." Qiu Chuji said as he placed the wontons he had just made in front of the young man.

The young man looked at the bowl of three-colored wontons in front of him. The red was like blood, the green was like poison, and the white was like frost. The three colors mixed together did not look like something edible.

"I don't want money...then what do you want?" The young man's expression changed and he reached for the dagger at his waist vigilantly.

Qiu Chuji said no more and started making the next bowl.

The young man hesitated for several times, but did not leave. Instead, he took out a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of red wonton and put it into his mouth.

When the wontons went down his throat, he first felt his throat burning, as if his whole body was about to be set on fire. Then, the coldness and grief that was like a maggot eating away at his bones was quickly dispelled from his body.

"Delicious!" the young man exclaimed, then quickly picked up his chopsticks.

The three-color wontons, the red one is spicy like fire, the white one is cold like ice and snow, and the green one is extremely bitter. But after eating these three-color wontons, the young man broke out in a sweat and became energetic, as if the soul that had been sucked away before had returned to his body.

"My name is Shangguan Yuanfan. Thank you, Taoist Priest." The young man said to Qiu Chuji with a fist salute.

"No need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank yourself for daring to try." Qiu Chuji said.

"Then Taoist priest...can you give me another bowl?" Shangguan Yuanfan asked.

"Your cultivation is too shallow and your body is in poor condition. Eating more will do no good. Just sit here and smell the food!" Qiu Chuji said as he picked up the wontons that had just been cooked.

Coincidentally, at this moment a Zhuge Liuyun happened to run over and was overjoyed when he saw Qiu Chuji.

"Master Qiu! It's so nice to see you!"

"My junior sister and I encountered a monster wearing a black cloak and holding a broadsword. He was so powerful!"

"My junior sister and I teamed up to fight him for a hundred rounds, but we were no match for him at all, and then we were dispersed." Zhuge Liuyun stepped forward and was about to grab Qiu Chuji's sleeve.

"I'm worried that my junior sister is in danger, Taoist Qiu... please come with me to rescue her!"

Qiu Chuji dodged the grab and handed a bowl of wontons to Zhuge Liuyun: "Eat a bowl of hot wontons first to warm up your body. As for what you just saw and experienced, I am sure it was just your hallucination."

Although Zhuge Liuyun was a bit noisy, he seldom spoke in an exaggerated manner, so it would be impossible for him to fight with Gan Jiang for a hundred rounds even with Yan Hongye as the main force.

It could only be his hallucination.

Qiu Chuji was standing here cooking wontons, seemingly wasting time, but in fact he was waiting for work.

The entire city is filled with Gan Jiang's evil spirit. No matter who you are or where you see the black figure, it is nothing more than a half-real, half-false illusion.

The strength of the illusion depends on the strength of the person himself.

This city is like a quagmire. Even people with strong will will be slowly swallowed up by it.

When Qiu Chuji cooks a pot of wontons, he is just reducing some of the accumulation of the City of No Tears. When it feels pain and anger, its true form will come out.

Zhuge Liuyun calmed down after being comforted by Qiu Chuji, and inexplicably took a bowl of three-color wontons and walked to the table. He had no reason to hesitate. After fighting and running for a while, he was indeed hungry, so he immediately started to eat.

After finishing the bowl in a few mouthfuls and wiping the cold sweat off his face, Zhuge Liuyun felt his body was more refreshed than ever before.

When he looked up, he found two more bowls placed in front of him.

"Eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold!" Qiu Chuji urged.

Zhuge Liuyun's ability to endure was a little beyond Qiu Chuji's expectations. This hybrid of man and demon did have great potential.

The remaining karma in a bowl of wontons did not even touch Zhuge Liuyun's tolerance level.

As if angered by Qiu Chuji's calmness and methods, the dark clouds and fog lingering in the city began to gather towards Qiu Chuji's position.

Faintly, a black figure emerged.

"Why did Moye want to kill Gan Jiang?" A roar filled with pain and sorrow spread out from the mist, like a hook from the abyss, trying to grab Qiu Chuji's ankle.

(End of this chapter)