"How much do you know about Li Ru's life?"
"Li Ru? Master Sword?" Just as Saint Yuan Patriarch asked, Lan Jixuan had already completely found out all the information about Li Ru that he had seen in his mind.
Li Ru's great achievements in the first half of his life were praised everywhere, but the second half of his life was like a rat crossing the street, everyone yelled and beat him up. Lan Jixuan frowned slightly, wondering why the Saint Yuan ancestor suddenly mentioned this name, which was quite taboo in the world of gods and demons.
"Write a biography of him for me, and add a portrait of him."
Lan Jixuan nodded. These requirements are not difficult to meet. As the disciple of Zhengping Immortal and a member of the Lan family, he has naturally learned calligraphy and painting. The news about Li Ru is not a secret, but why?
"Li Ru is an old friend of mine. I often dream about him recently." The Saint Yuan Patriarch acted like an old man who had lost his friend and felt a little sad. "No matter what he has done, I always want to pay homage to him."
Saint Yuan Patriarch and Sword Master have a personal relationship?
Judging from the information about the Lan family, it should be just a casual acquaintance, or perhaps a natural sympathy between heroes?
The friendship between Saint Yuan Patriarch and Li Ru was not deep, but he had sincerely admired him. Becoming a demon was something that Saint Yuan Patriarch could not understand but had to believe. After all, there was no other reason to explain why Tong Li Ru massacred those thousands of people. people.
Lan Jixuan agreed to this matter, and it was just a matter of effort.
Seeing this, Saint Yuan Ancestor happily took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked Lan Jixuan to take his time and not be in a hurry.
Lan Jixuan felt more and more that the Saint Yuan ancestor was well prepared, but the paper was slightly yellowish and looked a bit old. The ink was magnetic ink that was popular many years ago. There are better ones now. Magnet ink has long been used. It has disappeared, and I don’t know where the Saint Yuan ancestor got it from.
Lan Jixuan wanted to say something, but he was afraid that what he wrote with these things would not be good enough, but the Saint Yuan Ancestor had already left without leaving a trace.
Forget it, anyway, it was requested by the Saint Yuan Ancestor to pay homage to his friends, and it would eventually be burned.
Walking in the Ying Mansion, Saint Yuan Ancestor suddenly felt a little emotional and a little tired. No wonder there are so few talents these years. Young children are not easy to teach these days.
They really have their own ideas.
There are just a few kids, and I want them to learn something, but I have to break through one by one. I remember back in the day, when people threw a bunch of people around and just talked about it, they all rushed to learn... This is also a problem with spiritual energy now, but he also did his best. .
The Saint Yuan Ancestor shook his head, no longer worrying about the future, and let him think about who to look for next.
There is a well-behaved person who won't give her such a headache, but Saint Yuan Ancestor has no idea what to teach her, so let's go and take a look first.
In the big kitchen, Leng Ningchi was chopping big bones, completely ignoring the image.
"I'll come, I'll come." Shui Miaomiao took off her cloak, rolled up her sleeves and walked towards Leng Ningchi, "I didn't find you in the room, so I knew you must be in the kitchen."
"No need." Leng Ningchi held up a bone-chopping knife that was bigger than her face and waved her hands gently, "Miaomiao, you'd better put on your cloak. It's going to be cold for a while. You started to sniff a little last night."
"Then, turn on the heating lamp."
The Leng Ning Chi holding the bone-chopping knife is too unconventional. How could the fairy do this? However, Leng Ningchi had no consciousness of being a fairy at all.
The ingredients in the large kitchen were all very fresh. The vegetables were dripping with water and the meat was bloody. Leng Ningchi held up the knife and wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand.
The Saint Yuan Ancestor passing by the window was startled. Is this the girl from the Leng family who behaved gracefully and elegantly at the banquet?
Chop the bones with a loud and powerful chop.
But it was much livelier and more real than at the banquet.
After Shui Miaomiao lit the heating lamp, she didn't dare to get close. She could only take advantage of Leng Ningchi's change of flesh, quickly stepped forward and took the knife, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on Leng Ningchi's face.
"You really don't even care about the image when you chop the bones. People who don't know it pass by and think you are dismembering the body."
Leng Ning smiled foolishly and said nothing. She took Shui Miaomiao's handkerchief and walked aside. She did not argue with Shui Miaomiao about continuing to chop the bones.
She knew that the coldness on her body was not good if she was too close to Shui Miaomiao.
Shui Miaomiao sighed silently, knowing what Leng Ningchi was thinking. With this annoying cold air, she always wanted to turn away Leng Ningchi's worries.
Putting Leng Ningchi's chopped bones into a big bowl, Shui Miaomiao was stunned. Do you still need to chop the whole bowl?
As soon as he looked up, Leng Ningchi started killing fish again, with vigorous movements.
"Ah, that." Shui Miaomiao called to stop Leng Ningchi. Leng Ningchi was very energetic today, but he felt a little scary. "What are you planning to do for dinner tonight?"
Leng Ningchi scratched the fish scales, "Didn't you say you wanted to drink soup yesterday? Just make some soup. Hua Yixian said he wanted to eat fish, but when there was fish, he said he wouldn't eat it until the bones were removed. I'll see if I can make one. Fish balls, and Mu An, he doesn’t seem to be able to eat hot and meaty dishes, I plan to make a pastry, Lan Jixuan is not picky about food, Ninefold Vengeance.”
Hearing the Ninefold Chou, Leng Ningchi put down the knife and looked at Shui Miaomiao who looked surprised. She didn't expect Leng Ningchi to be so careful and gentle. He wrote down everything about who he wanted to eat and what he didn't like to eat.
"I haven't spoken to your classmate here, so why don't you go and see him?"
"No, no, no." Shui Miaomiao waved her hands repeatedly. The pressure of Jiuchengqiu has been getting lower and lower recently, and four big words 'Keep strangers out' are engraved all over her face.
Shui Miaomiao thought he was probably stimulated and disliked the aristocratic family, but Lan Jixuan and Hua Yixian were both higher in cultivation than him.
I really don’t understand why Xianyan Xianzun asked the Nine-fold Vengeance to stay, to irritate him! When he was not afraid of provoking him to some extent, the knife came out.
Ignoring him, Shui Miaomiao looked at Leng Ningchi who took two wooden sticks and beat the fish crazily.
She had better solve the immediate problem first.
"Ning Chi~" Shui Miaomiao looked outside, "Look at how nice the weather is outside. Isn't it a little early to make dinner now? Let's go out for a walk?"
"It's getting late." Leng Ningchi glanced at the sky and retorted, "The soup needs to be boiled, the fish balls need to be beaten, and the noodles need to be mixed. I don't know if the preparations can be completed before Hua Yixian calls out that she is hungry. "
"Well, then I'll make the fish balls. After all, the ribs are enough. Lan Jixuan has a bad appetite recently. My little brother doesn't eat meat. I don't even know if Nine Fate will be served on the table. There's no need to cook too much. .”
Shui Miaomiao changed her approach, thinking about changing Leng Ningchi from this barbaric job first, and then said something else, "After all, I can still make fish balls, but I don't know how to make cakes at all."
Leng Ning thought for a few seconds, then handed out the wooden stick, "Okay, you do it."
Shui Miaomiao hurriedly took the stick, fearing that Leng Ningchi would regret it.
Leng Ning was crazy about beating eggs and making noodles. The movements of beating eggs with one hand were so clean and neat, one after another. Shui Miaomiao felt that making noodles was also a dangerous job.
Today's Leng Ningchi is a bit unusual. Thinking about her behavior in the past few days, it seems that there are signs, but she has been ignoring them.
