Chapter 657 Birthday

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Su Hezhai’s jelly fruit, Guifangji’s Guifang drink, and Beicheng’s roast duck.

There are also round green melons in the market.

Li Xianxian had it in his basket and in his arms, but he bought it back in less than half an hour.

As soon as I opened the wooden door, I looked up and saw a wooden table and chairs in the yard. It looked like it was in the kitchen. There was a celadon ocean bowl sitting alone on the table, and it was steaming. .

Under the flower stand, the leisurely Lingchu was still lying on the rocking chair leisurely. When he heard the door opening, he didn't open his eyes. The tip of the fan pointed diagonally at the stone table next to him, indicating that he should put his things there.

Although Li Xianxian was curious about what the celadon ocean bowl was, he obediently put the things on the stone table, carefully arranged everything for his master, and then dipped the round green melon into the well.

The round watermelon hit the water heavily, sank, floated in circles, and then quietly submerged itself in the well.

After Li Xianxian finished his work, Lingchu spoke leisurely, with a smile on his face, "Here, there is your lunch. I haven't cooked for a long time, and I don't know what it tastes like, so I'll just make do with it."

Did the master cook it himself?

Li Xianxian was stunned for a moment. After living with his master for more than two months, Li Xianxian had never seen his master cooking.

However, why would Master cook in person today?

With doubts, Li Xianxian came to the wooden table and was stunned when he saw the food in the bowl.

In the large celadon bowl, the clear soup base is filled with strong fragrance. There is a golden fried egg on the top, sprinkled with a layer of green chopped green onion, and at the bottom is a circle of green onion, which is intertwined and has a slight yellow color. Thin noodles, with two crisp green vegetables wrapped on the side.

A seemingly simple bowl of noodles made Li Xianxian stunned for a long time.

Is this... longevity noodles?

Yes, today is July 20th.

It's...his birthday.

"July 20th is your birthday, right? After today, you will be twelve years old." Lingchu's voice sounded behind Li Xianxian.

Li Xianxian turned around in a hurry and saw his master holding an ice drink, drinking it happily with a bright smile on his face.

"Master, you...how do you know my birthday."

"Your father told me that every year for your birthday, you have to eat a bowl of longevity noodles. Half a bowl of noodles, a fried egg, and two green vegetables are enough. He also said that your mother cooked it when you were a child. Yes, then it was your father, and now you are with me. As a master, I can’t be lazy, right?"

"Don't you all say that once you are a master, you will always be a father...mother?" Lingchu became a master for the first time, and it was really fresh. He patted Li Xianxian on the shoulder, with a very happy look on his face.

Li Xianxian was moved for a while, but after he was moved, he looked at the young master in front of him who looked only a few years older than him. When he heard the master say that once he is a teacher, he is always a parent, the look on his face was unexpected. Something weird.

"Master...when is your...birthday? This year is your birthday?" Li Xianxian asked with great difficulty. Although he lacked experience in getting along with women, he also vaguely knew that asking a woman's age seemed to be a dangerous thing. .

Lingchu looked at the confusion and anxiety on his eldest disciple's face, and looked up to the sky pretending to be sad, "My master's birthday is in autumn, October 12th, tonight... I will be a hundred years old." .”

A hundred years old? !

Li Xianxian's eyes suddenly widened with disbelief on his face.

He... He originally thought that the monk might be good at keeping good looks. Master Xu was already thirty or forty years old. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a hundred years old!

The master is actually older than his father, no, his grandfather?

Li Xianxian, a 12-year-old boy who still knew little about Taoism, once again received a strong shock.

Lingchu saw such a rare expression on his eldest disciple's usually calm face. He smiled even more happily and took the opportunity to teach his disciple a lesson.

"When it comes to cultivators and mortals, the fundamentals are spiritual roots. Only with spiritual roots can we receive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into our bodies. When spiritual energy enters our bodies, it will naturally and continuously transform our bodies. Mortals are free from disease and disaster. Our bodies have their limits. , one hundred and twenty years old, the journey of cultivating Taoism begins with practicing qi, and it is also refining qi. Disasters, all diseases are driven away, life span is 120 years old, then the foundation is built, the qi is refined into liquid, the foundation of the great road is built, the waste is removed and the essence is retained, the life span is 200 years, the next level is the golden elixir, the liquid is condensed into elixir, and the elixir becomes For eternity, his life span will be more than four hundred years."

"As a teacher, even in this golden elixir realm, I have a lifespan of four hundred. A hundred years old, calculated as a mortal's lifespan, should be twenty-five?"

Lingchu taught Li Xianxian a solid lesson, which completely changed the twelve-year-old boy's view of age.

While eating the longevity noodles in the bowl, Li Xianxian opened his eyes and sighed that the longevity noodles made by his master tasted particularly good. He thought at the same time that he was only twelve years old. According to the master's words, in the world of cultivation, he seemed to be just like that. Just a toddler!

In the ordinary world, twelve-year-old boys and girls can talk about marriage.

Li Xianxian only felt that this experience might be just the beginning of a series of collapses of his common sense in the future.

Li Xianxian's twelfth birthday can be said to be the most impressive one in the past twelve years.

October 12, autumn day.

The autumn days in Liguo are cool but not hot, but it is a very comfortable season. The trees all over the city are full of yellow, but the autumn chrysanthemums blooming in the palace walls are full of fragrance throughout the capital.

As the saying goes, a favor is repaid by a favor. Early in the morning on October 12th, Li Xianxian got up and started messing around.

After another three months of cooking training, Li Xianxian was now very good at cooking. When he returned to the sect in the future, Lingchu felt that there would be a successor to the small kitchen of the bamboo house.

Early that morning, as soon as Lingchu came out of his room, the whole courtyard was filled with the aroma of all kinds of food.

Three meals a day, it was rare that Li Xianxian had different foods every time, and they were all what Lingchu liked to eat.

Li Xianxian also used the money he had saved for half a year to buy a small pot of red and white pears as a gift for his master.

Chibai pear is a kind of wine brewed from pear blossoms unique to Li country. The pear blossoms are obviously snow-white, but when they bloom, they are dyed with a little bit of red, like red plums blooming in the snow, and the flowers have a clear and distant fragrance. When brewed into wine, the taste is very unique.

However, this red and white pear can only be found in the Li Kingdom Palace, and the red and white pear wine is also the royal wine. It would be easy for Li Xianxian, the former crown prince of Li Kingdom, to get it, but if it were the current Li Xianxian, he would be able to get it. A small pot of red and white pear wine, I'm afraid it's not easy to come by.

To Lingchu, wine is just a taste, not precious, but the disciple's willingness to give his heart is the most precious gift to Lingchu.

Monks rarely celebrate their birthdays. There is nothing I can do about it, their longevity is too long.

But it is always a pleasant thing to have someone thinking about you.

Lingchu's 100th birthday was celebrated in the place where she was born. Her first, second and third birthdays were held here before, and now her 100th birthday has also been celebrated here.