"Sorry to keep you waiting."
After placing the clay pot on the table, Fang Yun gestured for the flower spirit to distribute the bowls and chopsticks.
He did not expect that this pot of medicinal soup would last for so long.
There was a six-winged centipede inner core, a dog treasure the size of half a fist, and more than ten hundred-year-old spiritual herbs in the pot of soup.
Just to boil out the medicinal properties of those spirit medicines, it took an entire afternoon.
"Brother Fang, is this the treasured soup with the inner core of the six-winged centipede?”
Chen Yulou pointed at the claypot that was bigger than a bucket and asked while licking his lips.
By now, he really hadn't eaten for a day. He was starving.
The eyes of Zhe Gushao and the old foreigner were also filled with anticipation.
A hundred-year-old spirit herb stewed with a demon's inner core. This soup was worth tens of thousands of gold!
"That's right. Not only did Fang Yun put the inner core of the six-winged centipede and the century-old spiritual medicine in this soup, but he also put his precious dog gold in it!”
Hearing Chen Yulou's words, the flower spirit raised her chin and smiled proudly.
The inner core of a great demon, a hundred-year-old spiritual medicine, and dog gold.
These things were more valuable than money in this chaotic world. If they were sold to the landlord nobles, they could be exchanged for a whole cart of silver coins.
Yet Fang Yun had given this treasure that originally belonged to him so easily to her and her senior brother.
Treasures did not fall from the sky, and sharing was not a matter of course.
Such an open-minded man was not wrong with him!
Seeing that the love in the flower spirit's eyes was getting stronger, Fang Yun smiled and patted the flower spirit's head. Then, he said to everyone,
"Alright, let's not wait any longer. We have to drink this medicinal soup while it's hot to prevent the medicinal properties from dispersing.”
"Good!"
The three of them nodded and each made a bowl of soup for themselves. Then, they tasted it.
"Pfft…Why is this soup so bitter?"
The most anxious old foreigner finished half a bowl in one gulp. After swallowing, he asked with a bitter face and stuck out his tongue.
He then looked at Zhe Gushao and Chen Yulou, only to see that these two were also frowning.
Seeing this, Fang Yun laughed and said loudly,"
"As the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter. Moreover, there are more than ten spiritual herbs in this pot.”
"Don't worry, drink more. You've all practiced martial arts since you were young, so your bodies are strong.”
"Drinking one bowl less is a loss. After the medicinal properties spread into your body, you will know the benefits of this medicinal soup!”
After saying that, Fang Yun also scooped two large bowls for himself and the flower spirit and slowly drank them.
Upon seeing this, the three foreigners, Paragon Whistle and Chen Yulou, also started to pour the medicinal soup into their mouths.
That was true. As long as it was good stuff, he didn't care about the taste. He just put it into his mouth. The funerary objects that had just come out of the tomb were still smelly, and no one had ever disliked them.
In less than ten minutes, less than half of the large pot of medicinal soup was left.
Fang Yun and the flower spirit did not drink too much, but Zhe Gushao and the other two drank almost two to three catties each. They drank too much and felt bloated for a moment.
Pa!
After drinking half a bowl of medicinal soup, Zhe Gushao suddenly opened his eyes. A bright light flashed in his eyes, and his face turned red.
Patting the old Westerner who was still drinking the medicine, Francolin Whistle said in a deep voice,"
"Old Westerner, your cultivation is still too shallow. You can't bite off more than you can chew.”
"Good!"
The old Westerner blushed as he responded. He could already feel the effects of the medicine.
"Thank you, Brother Fang!"
Francolin Whistle looked at Fang Yun and nodded, his eyes filled with excitement.
A medicinal soup made with the inner core of a big demon as the main ingredient was indeed extraordinary.
As soon as he finished drinking, he felt that the depression in his heart had completely disappeared. He was refreshed, and his entire body was warm. At the same time, it seemed that even his strength had increased by a lot.
"You're welcome." Fang Yun waved his hand, indicating for Francolin Whistle to help himself.
After Zhe Gushao and the old foreigner left, only Fang Yun, Hua Ling, and Chen Yulou were left in the courtyard.
At this moment, Chen Yulou only felt his entire body burning, and he was a little drunk.
However, this feeling was extremely comfortable. The blood in his body was flowing smoothly, his limbs were warm and powerful, and even his mind was calm.
"It's really a panacea…How many times do you smell it in the human world?"
Chen Yulou murmured in his heart and looked at the clay pot on the table. There was still some medicinal soup left in the clay pot. If it was filled with bowls, it could still fill four or five bowls.
Looking at Fang Yun, he was hugging the flower spirit and whispering intimately. He had no intention of drinking the soup.
Seeing this, Chen Yulou clenched his teeth and cupped his hands at Fang Yun.
"Brother Fang, I have a presumptuous request.”
Hearing Chen Yulou's words, Fang Yun was stunned and tilted his head in confusion." Brother Chen, just be straightforward."”
Chen Yulou's expression was conflicted. After a moment of silence, he continued.
"When my father was young, he roamed the martial world and left behind many hidden injuries. Now that he's old…"
Fang Yun nodded in understanding. He understood what Chen Yulou meant.
He wanted the remaining medicinal soup!
However, this was not a big deal. Since he could take it out, it meant that he had never thought of taking it back.
His body…There were even better ones that he had yet to take out.
"I understand what Brother Chen means. In that case, Brother Chen can take it.”
"However, with the old chief's age, you can't drink too much of this soup. If you drink too much, you won't be able to withstand the medicinal effects.”
Fang Yun thought for a moment and agreed directly. He might as well do Chen Yulou a favor.
The Chen family had a deep foundation, and Chen Yulou had the intention to take a gamble in the troubled times. If everything went smoothly, he could still achieve great things.
Having connections was also an important part of life. He might need Chen Yulou's help in the future.
"Thank you, Brother Fang!"
Chen Yulou nodded, his eyes full of gratitude.
As he spoke, he carefully picked up the clay pot, afraid that it would knock or touch it.
"Brother Fang, I won't disturb you two then.”
Chen Yulou picked up the clay pot, his face flushed red. He blinked at Fang Yun, then quickly left.
When he reached the entrance of the courtyard, he came back to his senses and said.
"Brother Fang, tomorrow I'll get Kun Lun to send you more medicinal herbs. It can also be considered as my father's thanks to you!”
"As for the soup that I, Chen Yulou, drank, if Brother Fang wants to ask for it in the future, I, Chen Yulou, dare to charge into the mountains of knives and volcanoes.”
"The head of Xie Ling, Chen Yulou…"
Looking at Chen Yulou's back, Fang Yun could not help but laugh.
As expected, Chen Yulou also had his unique charisma, otherwise how could he command the Xieling Bandits under his command?
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