When Lingchu entered the hall, Fenghe had already appeared on the pool. The pink skirt rippled like water, and the lotus leaf sleeves fluttered with the breeze.
The woman with red lips, dark eyebrows, pink face and hibiscus hugged Lingchu.
"We, the disciples of Taiqing Mountain, have only one girl like this. If something happens to my aunt, I will be very heartbroken." Feng He, as a great demon of golden elixir, hugged Lingchu, looking like he was about to cry, and the beauty shed tears. He looked like, "We don't have many normal disciples in Taiqingshan. It hurts to have one less one, ah... Xiao Tianqiu, I didn't talk about you."
Lingchu smelled the fresh lotus fragrance on Aunt Feng He's body, raised her clear eyes, glanced at the pink-faced woman, and sighed, "Aunt Feng He, I'm very touched by you, but where are your tears? "
Feng He looked like he was about to cry, and his voice sounded like crying, but his face was very clean.
After being exposed, Feng He didn't feel any embarrassment. Instead, he looked heartbroken and let go of Lingchu's hand, "Xiao Lingchu, I'm sad."
Then, he blinked his moist eyes, and the smile on his lips turned into a stream of water and disappeared into the pool.
Duanyi Zhenjun pressed his forehead with a headache. Feng He's image was still very good on ordinary days, but after getting familiar with it, he felt a little...
Thinking of this, Zhenjun Duanyi looked at the three disciples below. Fortunately, the disciples he had accepted, except for the second disciple, the eldest disciple and the junior disciple were all very reliable.
Yan Bei didn't know what his master's meaningful look meant, but he frowned subconsciously, why did master look at me like that?
Recently, he has not gone out to fight with anyone. He has been focusing on finding treasures for his little junior sister and has not caused any trouble.
Gu Tianqiu had a smile in his eyes, but felt that the burden on his shoulders was very heavy.
There are really not many disciples in Taiqing Mountain.
Lingchu did not stay in the main hall for long and took his young apprentice back to the sect, whereupon Zhenjun Duanyi became lazy again.
Gu Tianqiu and Yan Bei, after confirming that their junior sister was fine, went about their business.
Most matters in Taiqing Mountain are decided by Gu Tianqiu. Apart from practicing, Gu Tianqiu is very busy every day.
Yan Bei's hands were already itchy. He hadn't fought with anyone for too long and his bones were almost loose.
Lingchu, on the other hand, held a bunch of treasures given by his senior brother and embarked on the road back to his residence.
Although Qingkong followed the crane, she was still very measured and did not leave the scope of the main hall. As soon as the master came out, Qingkong flapped her wings and followed Lingchu.
It has not been back to the small bamboo house for a long time, and it misses Sangzi's craftsmanship very much.
Roast chicken, roast duck, stewed elbow.
Thinking about the clear sky makes me drool a little.
Sang Zi had already received Gu Tianqiu's message and knew that Lingchu had returned.
Therefore, when Lingchu strolled back to the bamboo house, that slender figure had already been standing there waiting in front of the dense and green bamboo forest.
When Lingchu saw that delicate face full of surprises, he was slightly stunned.
Then, a big smile also appeared on Lingchu's face.
"Sangzi, you have established your foundation."
Yes, after five years, Sangzi finally successfully established the foundation.
More than ten years ago, Sangzi was just a handyman disciple with low talent and a maid. For her, the foundation building was just the moon in the mirror, so far away.
Now, she has successfully established the foundation.
Sang Zi looked at the opposite person with a smile like a flower, just like the girl back then, her eyes were slightly misty, and the world was blurred.
"Well, moreover, I have become a spiritual chef! The food I cook not only tastes delicious, but can also improve my cultivation." Sang Zi had a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of expectations and yearning.
She wanted to cook for the girl in front of her all her life, and she also liked cooking.
She was very happy to be able to become a spiritual chef and follow the path of a spiritual chef.
Therefore, the first time she saw Lingchu, she wanted to share the news.
Spiritual chef?
The girl in Qingshang was slightly startled. She didn't expect that Sang Zi would become a spiritual chef.
Spiritual cooking is actually not simple, just like elixirs. When refining elixirs, there are rules for when to add which elixirs, how much heat, how long, and how much quantity. It is a science.
When making a spiritual food, you must consider the characteristics of the ingredients, master the heat, and master the dosage of seasonings. These are also knowledge.
Moreover, the more advanced the ingredients, the higher the level of cultivation is required to handle them.
Therefore, it is not easy to become a spiritual chef.
Many cultivators can make food with spiritual energy, but few people can master the spiritual knowledge that tastes good, can fully utilize the effectiveness of the ingredients, and can improve cultivation.
Moreover, just as elixirs have recipes, true spiritual food also has recipes.
All in all, it is not easy to become a spiritual chef.
Lingchu had always had Sangzi's idea, but he never thought that Sangzi would choose to become a spiritual chef.
However, it seems that Sangzi really likes cooking.
That's good.
When Lingchu heard the words, he smiled slightly and said, "I'm looking forward to it."
Qingkong, who was following Lingchu, didn't think that much, but he also knew what Lingchu was. His eyes lit up and he flapped his wings and flew around Sangzi.
Sangzi also spent a lot of time with Qingkong, so he naturally knew what Qingkong meant.
Qingkong was so greedy that she smiled even more happily.
Sangzi went to the kitchen, and Qingkong followed him.
Lingchu opened the door and looked at the familiar furnishings in the room, his eyes full of memories.
Open the window, and you'll be greeted by pink.
The peach tree behind the house has grown much taller in the past five years.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the tree's scorching peach blossoms, which are like pink clouds.
Lingchu jumped lightly and sat on the window sill. He could touch the trunk of the peach tree with his hand. The rough dry brown bark was a bit prickly, but Lingchu could feel the joy and closeness coming from it.
There was no wind, thousands of pink peach blossoms on the branches, petals falling all over the ground.
It also fell on Lingchu's shoulders, hair, and palms.
Five years have passed, and the petals of the peach trees are filled with a touch of aura. If they are used to make wine, the taste will be much better.
Lingchu smiled and said, "Little peach tree, can I use your petals to make wine?"
The peach tree shook slightly, shaking off more petals, which fell lightly around Lingchu, as if saying, take more, you're welcome.
With clear eyes and crooked eyes, Lingchu touched the trunk of the peach tree and said with a smile, "I don't know if you have borne fruit after so many years. If you have peaches, they must taste very good."
As soon as the words fell, a pink glow suddenly appeared on the central branch of the peach tree, green leaves sprouted, and peach blossoms bloomed.
Then, a little greenness was hidden in it.
