I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 337 Meng Po Soup

In the afternoon, Jiang Yingzhu put on the Emperor Warrior outfit that Li Yan had given her and went to the riverside park to show it off, where there were many children on holiday.

No one followed her; both Mei Mengqian and Hua Junshu felt it was too conspicuous.

Li Yan watched her from afar with his divine sense, while he himself set off for Feiyun Mountain, picked up a few pieces of wood, and prepared to carve something.

My little classmate's birthday is in just over ten days, and I need to prepare a birthday gift.

However, he hasn't decided what to carve yet.

It's been a while since I posted a DIY video, so I'll take this opportunity to share one.

Make a few more wood carvings, as Ms. Fang and Mr. Li's birthdays are coming soon.

Carving is a meticulous task, and even though Li Yan is no ordinary person, he still cannot proceed too quickly.

He was certainly not just carving; he was imbuing the work with spirit.

Items imbued with his divine power have the effect of communicating with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to regulate the body.

This is a small but wonderful application of the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation stage, with effects similar to some physical therapy devices.

Perhaps because of the thin spiritual energy, Li Yan didn't feel anything special.

Perhaps on that Tianxuan Continent, a powerful being who has refined Qi and transformed into a spirit could use this to create some kind of Heaven and Earth Formation or Four-Word Battle Armor.

Li Yan imagined Jiang Yingzhu's armor, then shook his head and chuckled.

Monday, a new week, the sun rises as usual.

The refreshing aroma of porridge wafted over, and Li Yan awoke from his meditative state. He channeled his spiritual energy to cleanse his body, making his already clean body even more refreshed.

When I got downstairs, I saw Hua Junshu cooking in the kitchen.

"It smells so good, what did you make, senior?"

"Corn tortillas."

Hua Junshu turned to look at him, stood in front of the electric griddle, and pointed to the rice cooker on the other side.

"It contains congee with preserved egg and lean pork."

"Okay." Li Yan nodded, but didn't move, just stood there watching his senior cook.

He thought the senior looked pretty in her apron, and he never got tired of looking at her.

I feel like my apron has become a little small lately.
Hua Junshu pursed his lips, looked down at the electric griddle, and ignored the strange person.

A few minutes later, the corn tortillas were all ready, and he was still looking at them when he couldn't resist anymore.

"time to eat!"

"Oh." Li Yan ignored the girl's eye roll and went to get two bowls of porridge.

By the time he brought the porridge over, Hua Junshu had already placed the pancakes on the table.

There are six sheets in total, enough for four people to have breakfast.

"Why did you decide to make corn pancakes, senior?"

“I noticed you seemed to like eating this the night before last.” Hua Junshu looked up at him.

"I bought some ingredients yesterday. I'm not very good at it. What do you think of the taste?"

Li Yan took a few bites. It wasn't as sweet as the ones outside, but it didn't taste bland at all.

And it smells even better.

"It tastes great!" Li Yan gave a thumbs up.

Seeing this, Hua Junshu smiled with satisfaction.

"If it's delicious, then I'll order it tomorrow."

“I don’t need to make it every day.” Li Yan quickly stopped him. “I just haven’t had it in a long time and I’m craving a bite or two.”

Making breakfast early in the morning is tiring, even though Hana Junshu enjoys cooking.

Li Yan himself couldn't stick to it, so he wasn't willing to force others to do the same.

He feels great right now, and his senior occasionally makes him breakfast or two when she's in the mood.

Or he might occasionally do it himself.

Or we could just go out to eat.

There are many breakfast shops on the street, including the farmhouse restaurant they frequent, which also serves breakfast.

Moreover, Li Yan discovered that their noodles were all handmade, and the taste was very different, with a chewy and springy texture.

"Are Zhuzhu and the others still not awake?"

"Laba Festival is approaching."

Li Yan felt that Jiang Yingzhu should make a big deal out of Laba Festival, after all, the little kitten had worked very hard to help the two-legged creature with its studies.

Even though I'm gaining weight every day, I can never seem to wake this two-legged creature up.

There was no other way but to open her mouth and wake her up.

After breakfast, the four of them went to school.

The freshmen are still undergoing military training, and the number of people entering the school gate is significantly smaller.

During the morning Chinese self-study session, Li Ping changed seats, but the people near Li Yan remained the same.

The amount of Chinese to memorize in the second year of high school is significantly more, especially this book, "Appreciation of Ancient Chinese Poetry and Prose".

Long novels, medium-length novels, and short stories are interspersed. Jiang Yingzhu is reciting "The Song of Everlasting Regret." She is different from Mengmeng, and even more different from Li Yan, who can remember something after reading it once. She has to read it aloud to remember it.

"The spring chill bestows a bath at Huaqing Pool"

Just as she felt she was about to see Yang Guifei bathing, a note was handed to her from behind.

"Huh? What is that?"

Jiang Yingzhu opened it and saw a small line of text.

"Dare we have a contest to see who can recite the Song of Everlasting Regret first!"

"Competition is a competition."

Jiang Yingzhu turned her head and immediately locked onto the elementary school student.

"Then you're doomed to lose." Yu Bing snorted, tilting her head back. "I've already memorized half of it, didn't expect that, did you!"

"Not bad, not bad, you have some skill, but only a little, because I only have ten sentences left."

Yu Qingya yawned, feeling that her early bedtime had been disturbed, so she said casually:
"What's the point of comparing? I memorized the whole book, but I only got a few points on the college entrance exam."

Jiang Yingzhu and Yu Bing's expressions changed instantly. They had only intended to put on a show, but the stage was already set up, and something even more impressive had already been put on.

Sure enough, everyone likes to show off.

So Li Yan noticed Mengmeng turning around and glanced back, then tentatively asked:
What is the last sentence of the preface to "The Biography of the Court Musician"?

"It's not just actors."

Mengmeng was shocked; she herself had just memorized this passage.

"Looks like you've really memorized it all."

“Yeah, what’s the point of lying about that?” Yu Qingya yawned again.

He secretly felt smug, thinking to himself, "What a great class representative for Chinese language!"

That's the value of being a class representative! But that's the only thing she can be proud of; she has her own method for memorizing poetry.

But it doesn't work in other places.

After two Chinese language classes, the radio station broadcasted its message.

When you're daydreaming, even a Chinese class can go by quickly. Ma Liang was already fantasizing about the biology teacher calling on him in the next class.

Then came a barrage of praise, and I felt incredibly happy.

Zhang Wei picked up the pen that had fallen to the ground and said to Yu Bin:
"Brother Bin, what is Liangzi thinking? His smile is so lewd."

"She's probably in heat; you can tell she wants to get her penis rubbed in."

"That's true, but I guess they won't have time. They'll definitely be doing exercises during the long break."

Xiao Shuai interjected, "I don't think it's necessary. How about we make a bet?"

"What are we betting on?" Zhang Wei asked.

Before Yu Bin could speak, Ruan Yunfei, who had just moved to the back of them, said in a soft voice:
"The loser will help Ma Liang apply glue."

Upon hearing this, Yu Bin and the other two's expressions changed, and a chill ran down their spines.

I couldn't help but recall that Ruan Yunfei was allergic to girls last semester.

If he's allergic to girls, then he...
hiss! ! !
The three of them felt a chill run down their spines and glanced discreetly at Ruan Yunfei, who had fair skin and handsome features, behind them.

Yu Bin and the other two exchanged glances and then put their backpacks on.

That way, your back is safe!
"Why are you carrying backpacks?" Ruan Yunfei asked, puzzled.

"Ahem!" Yu Bin coughed. "I think your suggestion is good. Let's make a bet. Who chooses first?"

“I choose to do it,” Zhang Wei said.

"I will not do it."

"I won't do it either."

After Yu Bin and Xiao Shuai finished speaking, Ruan Yunfei seized the opportunity to interject.

"I do."

The betting game had barely started when the school bell rang, followed by the school's public address system.

"Notice! Notice! Due to special circumstances, today's extended break between classes is cancelled."

The announcement was broadcast again, and those who were about to complain about not wanting to do morning exercises immediately changed their tune.

"Holy crap! No need to do exercises, that's awesome!"

"Damn it! Why aren't you doing it?!"

As soon as Zhang Wei uttered those words, he felt a barrage of malicious stares.

Yu Bin and Xiao Shuai stared at him and chuckled.

"Ah Wei, you're still too green. Haven't you heard about the military training for first-year high school students?"

"Senior high school students don't need to do exercises either."

"The team is not performing well, and the school leaders have no interest in speaking out."

Zhang Wei glanced at Ma Liang, who was still lost in his fantasy.
"Hey, let's go to the convenience store, it's on me."

After Ma Liang cried out in surprise, the bet was not honored.

However, the four kings of the class always carried backpacks as soon as class started, which puzzled every teacher and the whole class.

Until a message spread.

"Is Ruan Yunfei that person? Is it true or false?"

During Tuesday evening self-study, Jiang Yingzhu, who had finally heard the gossip, nudged Li Yan.

"I don't know, I didn't see it anyway." Li Yan shook his head and glanced at her.

"Why are you starting to gossip too?"

"Boring." Jiang Yingzhu slumped onto the table. "I feel like I don't want to study, but I don't want to not study either. In short, I don't want to do anything!"

"I feel like I need to find some fun."

“I think so too,” Mei Mengqian said.

Li Yan understood that this situation was actually due to excessive energy consumption and sitting for too long, resulting in low energy levels.

Therefore, the important thing is not knowing the method, but taking action.

"It's almost break time, let's go for a run."

"what?"

"It's a good opportunity for you two to exercise; you've both gained weight."

The mere mention of gaining weight was like a magic pill; the two women instantly became more alert, sitting up straight and staring at Li Yan.

"Where am I fat?! Am I fat?"

"Exactly, liars will stay single forever."

Li Yan glanced at their necklines, his gaze suggestive.

"You've gained weight, but you look even better."

Jiang Yingzhu rolled her eyes and pretended to poke Li Yan's eye.

"abnormal!"

"Pervert!" Mei Mengqian muttered under her breath, pinching the soft flesh of his waist.

During the break between evening self-study sessions, Li Yan took the two of them to the playground for a run.

After running a few laps, they did feel more energetic, and the three decided to go outside the school to find something to eat.

As soon as I arrived at the school gate, I heard a lot of shouting.

"Holy crap, what was that that scared me!"

"Oh my god, the soup of oblivion! I'm seeing a ghost!"

"Wow, putting on this show so late at night."

"I remember today is the Ghost Festival, also known as the Hungry Ghost Festival. That uncle is really daring!"

Jiang Yingzhu looked over curiously, but didn't see anything.

"What happened over there?"

"We'll find out when we get there," Li Yan said calmly, leading the two of them in that direction.

About eighty meters from the school gate towards the foot of the mountain, under the dim streetlights, a snack stall with a red lantern stands quietly.

The stall was dark red, the lights were scarlet, and an old woman dressed simply in black was serving soup.

The stall owner was an older man dressed as a waiter, hawking his Meng Po soup, spicy hot pot, and the like.

The surrounding businesses automatically kept a distance of more than ten meters, making the place look particularly deserted.

"Six!"

Jiang Yingzhu grabbed Li Yan, "Come on, let's go buy some Meng Po soup."

(End of this chapter)