Chapter 1340: The Person Who Drinks the Sixth Bowl of Porridge

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Zhang Ziling looked at the medicinal porridge that Zhao Wuwei handed over, without being pretentious, he just reached out to take it.

From the beginning to the end, Zhang Ziling's expression did not change at all.

Seeing Zhang Ziling take the porridge, Zhao Wuwei couldn't help but burst into tears in his cloudy eyes.

Zhang Ziling took a sip. Although the taste of the porridge was not good, it was still acceptable. Perhaps it was because Zhao Wuwei's body was extremely weak, and he didn't know how to adjust the seasoning properly. The taste was worse than the porridge that Zhao Wuwei cooked for Zhang Ziling. a lot.

After all, the heart also changes.

However, Zhang Ziling didn't pour out the porridge or stop drinking it because of this, but he finished it in front of Zhao Wuwei without leaving a drop.

Seeing Zhang Ziling finish drinking, the corners of Zhao Wuwei's mouth subconsciously twitched slightly, and the turbid tears fell down involuntarily.

Wish has come true.

After drinking, Zhang Ziling flicked his sleeves slightly, and the four bowls of porridge on the table flew to Zhao Wuwei, Jin Ruofan, Gu Tianming... and Wang Zhi's corpse respectively.

"Try it, the porridge made by Wuwei." Zhang Ziling looked at the few people and said lightly, "Aren't you the best friends in the past?"

Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming glanced at each other, then they also held the bowl and began to gulp down the medicinal porridge.

Compared with the delicacies of mountains and seas that the two of them usually tasted, the bowl of medicinal porridge cooked by Zhao Wuwei was difficult for them to eat, but... Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming were drinking the porridge, but tears kept falling from the corners of their eyes.

This will be……

The last bowl of porridge in their lives.

The pictures of the thousands of years they lived together kept pouring into their minds.

With trembling hands, Zhao Wuwei carefully held the medicinal porridge and drank it in small sips.

Perhaps because Zhao Wuwei is old now, very old, Zhao Wuwei's appetite has become very small, after a few sips, Zhao Wuwei just couldn't drink any more.

Although Zhao Wuwei cooked the porridge, Zhao Wuwei had to admit that the porridge he cooked...

It's hard to drink.

hard to swallow.

Zhao Wuwei looked at Zhang Ziling and said in a trembling voice, "Master, I..."

"enough."

Zhang Ziling said two words lightly, dispelling all Zhao Wuwei's thoughts.

Zhao Wuwei opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything else.

In front of the king's corpse, the bowl of porridge remained untouched.

Everyone knows that the bowl of porridge will not move.

Wang Zhi died, that bowl of porridge...maybe the only sacrifice in honor of Wang Zhi.

The patriarch of the dignified Wang family has no tomb after death, no priceless funeral objects, only a bowl of medicinal porridge that even a street vendor can cook.

Outsiders can't imagine.

Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming were also quite emotional about this.

However, Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming knew that they would eventually be the same as Wang Zhi.

The only difference is that they drank the bowl of porridge.

For them, this bowl of porridge is a sword to cut off all the fetters of the past.

After drinking, they no longer have any relationship with Zhang Ziling.

What Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming can do now...

Just wait for death.

On the stone table, there was still a bowl of porridge, the surface of which had solidified and lost the slightest warmth.

Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming didn't understand until now, that bowl of porridge...

Who is it for?

"Is there any wine?" Zhang Ziling sat on the stone bench and asked lightly.

"Master, there's the little one!" Jin Ruofan quickly took out an altar of "Emperor's Drunk" from the space ring, and respectfully brought it to Zhang Ziling.

"The emperor is drunk..." Zhang Ziling looked at the wine that Jin Ruofan sent over, and said softly, his eyes full of nostalgia.

He hadn't had "Teijin Drunk" for a long time.

After receiving "Emperor Drunk", Zhang Ziling said lightly: "The porridge is cold and the wine is ready, why don't you come out?"

Zhang Ziling's cold voice echoed in the space.

Hearing Zhang Ziling's words, Zhao Wuwei, Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming's expressions all changed.

They don't know... There are other people in this cave!

Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming hurriedly spread their souls out, carefully checked and searched every place in the cave, but they still didn't find anyone there.

If you really want to say that there are still people in this cave who can still hide from their inspection...

There is no one else but the Great Emperor!

Who is it?

Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming couldn't help becoming nervous. Although they had accepted their fate, if the emperor really came over, they would probably be hostile.

As servants of the Devil Emperor, Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming will still stand in front of Zhang Ziling.

People's hearts are complicated, Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming...now they can't see through their own thoughts.

After Zhang Ziling finished speaking, he took out the white jade wine glass and poured the wine on his own.

After the two wine glasses were filled, the space in front of the wooden house slowly cracked, and a heroic man walked out of the crack.

The man has long hair and shawl, wears a long robe, holds a folding fan, and has a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He is extremely handsome, and there is a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere around him.

After he came out, the cave became a little unstable, and a powerful momentum swept all around.

When Zhao Wuwei, Jin Ruofan and Gu Tianming saw the middle-aged man walking out, they all shrank their pupils and their eyes were full of shock.

obviously……

They know this great emperor.

"Master, you are still the same." The man shook the folding fan lightly, every move moved the avenue of heaven and earth, all the frost in the courtyard receded, and immediately the ground was full of flowers.

The withered crooked peach tree is also revived at this moment, full of peach blossoms.

In an instant, the whole yard is full of spring and extremely beautiful.

"Sit." Zhang Ziling put down the wine jar and said calmly.

The man smiled slightly, took a light step, and then floated to sit opposite Zhang Ziling's table, with extreme elegance.

Without speaking, the man picked up the congealed porridge, gulped it down, and quickly finished it.

"Wuwei's craftsmanship has regressed." The man put down the bowl and sighed softly.

Zhao Wuwei stared at the man, his body trembling slightly, and he clenched his teeth.

"Why didn't the real body come?" Zhang Ziling looked at the man and asked.

The man shook his head with a smile and said, "I dare not come, I am afraid of death."

"Then why did you come here?"

"I want to come, or I miss my master."

After a question and an answer, Zhang Ziling touched the man's wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

"Good wine." The man put down his wine glass, "If the emperor in Ruofan's collection is drunk, it's still the same as before."

Jin Ruofan stepped forward to pour wine for Zhang Ziling and the man, but his hands were still shaking.

How did he come?

Thinking about it, Jin Ruofan couldn't help but glance at Wang Zhi who was lying on the ground.

Obviously, Jin Ruofan was extremely shocked by the man's appearance.

Obviously, Jin Ruofan did not expect such a situation to happen.

"The longer the wine is kept, the more mellow it will be." Zhang Ziling looked at the man calmly, "However, people are different."

The man smiled slightly, shook his folding fan lightly, but did not respond to Zhang Ziling.

Zhang Ziling looked directly into the man's shining eyes, his expression was still calm, and he said indifferently: "I originally planned to visit you in person..."

"Ye Zhiqing."

Immortal Emperor Swallowing Stars, Ye Zhiqing.