Slender white fingers brushed the snow-white hair in her arms, as soft as silk clouds.
Lingchu lowered his head and glanced at the drunken Qingkong, and lightly touched his back with his fingertips. There were two small meat bags there.
Back then, Lingchu almost risked his life to obtain several fragments from that unknown treasure palace. After Lingchu arrived at the Chishui Department and had his own residence, he took them out and looked at them one by one.
She didn't know what was inside those fragments, because they were sent away by the collapsing space before they had time to check.
Therefore, three years ago, when Lingchu opened the storage bracelet and looked at the fragments one by one, she felt as if she was on a holiday when her elders, relatives and friends gave her gifts, and she opened it with anticipation and curiosity.
Although Lingchu had been prepared for it long ago, it stands to reason that the person and demon who were confronting each other in the palace had the highest level of cultivation at the time of death, even in today's world of cultivation. His belongings, It will definitely not be simple, not to mention that a treasure that can last for thousands of years without being destroyed is not simple in itself.
Lingchu snatched a total of eight streamer fragments. The first streamer fragment he took out was a drop of blood essence of the divine beast White Tiger. The second and third streamer fragments were the divine beast bones of the divine beast White Tiger, and these were all absorbed by Qingkong. .
After Qingkong absorbed it, he fell into a deep sleep on the spot.
After sleeping for a full year, he woke up. During this year, Qingkong's cultivation level has been constantly rising. In just over half a year, he broke through to the middle stage of foundation building, and then slowly stabilized.
However, the improvement in cultivation was only the second most important thing. The most important thing was that two fleshy buns appeared on Qingkong's back.
According to the drop of essence and blood refined by Qingkong, part of the inheritance of the mythical beast white tiger that was opened told it that it was about to grow a pair of wings, the wind and thunder wings of the mythical beast white tiger.
Riding the wind and controlling the thunder, swift and majestic.
However, in order to truly grow wings, Qingkong had to wait until Qingkong had completely refined the drop of essence and blood of the mythical beast White Tiger, as well as the two bones of the mythical beast.
Because one of the divine beast bones is the wing bone of the divine beast White Tiger. Once refined, Clear Sky's Wind and Thunder Wings will inevitably become extraordinary.
As the master of Qingkong, Lingchu was extremely happy, because when Qingkong grew wings, Qingkong could not only run on land with Lingchu, but also fly in the sky.
Not bad, not bad, it saves Lingchu from buying a flying magic weapon's spiritual stone.
Following A Luo, Ling Chu had a calm expression on his face, but he had a lot on his mind.
Looking at it this way, the clear sky is like the sea, land and sky, only one sea is missing.
The Harvest Festival dinner was very lively. In the center of the Chishui tribe, a fire several meters high was set up. In front of each house, there was a colorful ribbon tied or a brown wheat stem planted sideways. Or tied with a bouquet of bright and bright flowers, or a piece of green long leaves.
This is all very particular. If there is a girl to be married at home, flowers will be placed on the door. If there are adult sons and daughters at home, it will be leaves. If there are elders in the family, it will be wheat stems.
Of course, if you have them all, you can hang them all, or you can choose one and hang them.
Just a thought.
Around the fire, people from the Chishui tribe were sitting in a circle. They casually spread a layer of linen cloth on the ground. In the center of the linen cloth, there was a bowl of rising grain and a bouquet of fresh flowers. There is a long green leaf.
And a jar of wine brewed from grain.
The men held a large earthenware bowl and filled it with high amounts of grain wine. You and I toasted each other one cup at a time and said blessings.
The women were wearing clothes of various colors, with colorful silk ribbons tied around their waists. They were holding hands and dancing the harvest dance of the Northern Wilderness around the fire. They were dancing and singing.
The crisp and melodious singing echoed throughout the oasis.
Lingchu was pulled by Aluo, tied a colorful silk ribbon around his waist, held hands, and joined the dancing team.
People from the Chishui tribe who participated in the battle with the Molang tribe subconsciously felt fear and respect when they saw Lingchu. The Northern Wilderness tribe respected the strong.
The women of the Chishui tribe who had never seen Lingchu calmly walking through the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood with a ferocious monster beside him, except that they felt that this very good-looking girl was a bit unsociable and mysterious, they didn't have much to say. Awe.
Although they were a little strange to each other, they were people who had lived in the same tribe for three years. Everyone was at least familiar with each other. Therefore, when Aluo took Lingchu to dance together, the woman from the Chishui tribe Although they were surprised, they still took Lingchu's hand with smiles on their faces and enthusiastically taught Lingchu how to dance this harvest dance.
It's not difficult. With the memory of the Lingchu foundation-building monk, she can actually learn the dance even if no one explains it to her.
However, Lingchu looked at the woman from the Chishui tribe who taught him how to dance, her face full of joy and enthusiasm, but she didn't say much.
Lingchu was indeed a little unaccustomed to dancing like this, but such a lively atmosphere was indeed easily contagious.
Lingchu had always been a free-spirited person. Although this was a bit awkward, it also made her feel a little novel.
His amusement suddenly arose, and he ignored the strange sights around him.
Lingchu danced along, but did not sing along.
After three years in the Chishui Department, Lingchu and Hui were familiar with Beihuang's language. If they didn't know the details, just by listening to her fluent Beihuang dialect, no one would suspect that she was from Beihuang. people.
The Harvest Festival lasted very late. After the Harvest Dance, a big fat sheep was roasted. The four hooves were tied to the grill, and the flames were burning underneath.
Grilled until the skin is crispy and the meat is tender and juicy.
The roasted whole lamb is shiny with oil, and a burnt aroma lingers throughout Chishui.
There are tribesmen who are good at knife skills. The sharp knives in their hands are very sharp. With the flash of the knife, they slice off pieces of roasted mutton with the skin on.
A plate was packed and passed to all the clan members present.
Lingchu also got a piece, holding a plate of mutton in his hand. Lingchu touched his other hand from his waist and took out a small sealed porcelain bottle.
After opening the seal, a spicy flavor overflowed. This was the upgraded version of Yu's seasoning bag. While the roasted lamb was still steaming and the crispy skin was sizzling with oil, Lingchu poured some seasoning out evenly. of all over the lamb.
After waiting for a few breaths, he boldly picked up the steaming roast lamb and took a bite.
The person who roasts the whole lamb has very good skills.
The outer skin is crispy but not burnt, and has a slight salty taste. Mixed with the slightly tender lamb roasted under the skin, most of the original greasy taste is instantly gone, leaving you with a mouthful of oily flavor. Coupled with Lingchu's Yu's seasoning, it's a hit. The fragrance is neither overpowering nor dissipating, filling your lips and teeth.
Fragrant, crispy and tender.
Qingkong, who was lying on Lingchu's knees, moved the tip of his nose slightly, and subconsciously licked his mouth with his pink tongue. He was still drunk and accidentally smacked his mouth twice.
