Except for the deacons who occasionally come to patrol and the disciples who transport supplies for growing vegetables, the six people on Suiyou Mountain seem to have been forgotten, with no one caring about them or disturbing them.
Whenever I have free time, I cook some vegetables in a pot and eat them with everyone. She is not stupid enough to know how to change the fields, and she specializes in picking the best plants in each field.
Later, the cook became Yin Xueze. He refused at first, but after eating Yu Xian's stew in a big pot two or three times, he couldn't bear it, pushed Yu Xian away, and rolled up his sleeves to go into battle.
In this way, Yu Xian's big pot is far from enough. The six of them discussed and each took out some natural and earthly treasures such as ores and metals, gathered the materials, and asked Wu Yaochen to forge a complete set of cooking utensils.
Wu Yaochen's rudimentary casting skills were more than enough to cast these things.
"It's a pity that Yin Xueze didn't participate in the cooking competition during the Hundred Arts Competition."
Shu Pinghui sat in front of the house, watching Yin Xueze handling the ingredients and nibbling snacks, holding the tea given by Jing Yingrong in her hand.
"It's just a little spicy, Rong Rong, what do you think?"
Jing Yingrong: "Wouldn't it be spicy?"
"I'm not used to eating it. Hey, Young Master Wu, go talk to Yin Xueze and tell him not to put in so many spicy peppers."
Wu Yaochen on the side said: "Why don't you say it yourself?"
Shu Pinghui: "He will probably ignore me."
"Then will he pay attention to me?"
"Yes, not only will he take care of you, he will also scold you."
Wu Yaochen: "..."
Huo Xiumao was cutting up the body of a monster not far away, and Shu Pinghui went over to join in the fun and help.
Wu Yaochen moved toward the mirror.
"Senior Sister Jing, I can't sell the things."
Jing Yingrong: "Why?"
Wu Yaochen touched his nose and said, "The guest has some objections to me."
Jing Yingrong looked at Yin Xueze and then at Wu Yaochen.
"He doesn't hate you."
Wu Yaochen was stunned.
Huo Xiumao sent the chopped monster meat to Yin Xueze. At this time, Yu Xian opened the door and stretched out against the sunset.
"I slept so comfortably."
When Huo Xiumao saw her, he stepped forward and said, "Senior Sister Yu, I only have one big rhinoceros left here."
"Are you running out of meat? There are vegetables but no meat, so the taste is a bit lacking... I'll try to find a way to get some meat back."
Yu Xian touched his chin and said.
There were no monsters on the mountain at this time, only some small ordinary beasts inhabited it. Huo Xiumao knew that Yu Xian would definitely disdain the meat of wild beasts.
"...Senior sister, be careful not to be discovered."
"Yo, don't you try to dissuade me?"
Huo Xiumao smiled and said, "It's a rare opportunity to eat high-grade spiritual food. I'm here to help you, Senior Sister Laoyu."
Yu Xian smacked his lips and said, "Thankfully, I thought you were an honest person. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk."
As he was talking, he suddenly heard Shu Pinghui shouting: "Look! A monster is coming."
High in the sky, a demon bird covered in snow-white body and plump feathers fluttered its wings and hovered under the sky. The setting sun dyed the edges of its body with reddish gold, turning it into a moving flaming cloud.
The demon bird seemed to be confused about the sparsely populated situation on Suiyou Mountain. This confusion did not last long because its attention was completely attracted by those precious spiritual plants.
The demon bird cried twice and swooped towards a field.
Huo Xiumao said in surprise: "Tenth level monster flying snow sculpture?!"
But Yu Xian's eyes lit up: "Well done!"
She transformed into lightning and ran away. Halfway through, she turned back and closed the mirror to reflect her face.
"Junior sister Jing, come too."
A thunderbolt flashed before the flying snow eagle's eyes, and its dive stopped.
"Yixian?! Why are you here?"
The flying snow eagle has a sharp beak and speaks human words.
Yu Xian raised his thumb and pointed at himself.
"This place is under my control now. Hey, did you catch me stealing food?"
Fei Xuediao rolled his eyes, "I didn't steal anything. I came down to take a look. Yes, I just took a look. Who is that next to you?"
"This is the one I mentioned to you last time," Yu Xian pushed Jing Yingrong forward, "Jing Yingrong, Junior Sister Jing."
"Last time?...Oh, I remembered."
The flying snow eagle stared at the reflection in the mirror, looking up and down, with a very human look of thinking in its eyes.
"Golden elixir? The breath is a bit strange...eh, an illusion?"
Jing Yingrong: "..."
Ji Yanzhu: "Wow, I almost exposed my secret. Fortunately, you took action in time."
Jijie Pen: "The instinctive perception of monsters is far beyond that of humans. It is not difficult for a tenth-level monster to detect the disguise of a mirror's cultivation."
Jing Yingrong: "I will continue to work hard."
Yu Xian was dissatisfied with the flying snow eagle's reaction. She flew to the base of its wings and reached out to pat them.
"What are you mumbling about? Hurry up and say hello to Junior Sister, hurry up, hurry up."
"I know, don't rush me. We're already married and you're still so impatient. Did you just pluck my feathers?"
"No."
Yu Xian shook his head like a rattle while stuffing something into the storage ring.
"I'm really too lazy to pay attention to you... Hey, hello, fellow Daoist Jing, I was given the name 'Xue Fei' by the master. I am male, 732 years old, currently have no partner, I have a cave in Snow Flower Mountain..."
Feixuediao said a long list.
Jing Yingrong nodded and said, "Hello, Fellow Daoist Xue."
After hearing this brief reply, Xue Fei added: "Although there are few human monks who have this hobby like you, it is not impossible. I have seen them, so you don't have to feel embarrassed."
Jing Yingrong wanted to ask her what her hobbies were, but Yu Xian had already introduced them to her enthusiastically.
"Junior Sister Jing, Junior Sister Jing, look at these feathers, look at these claws, look at this sharp beak, look at these... these strong thighs. How are they? Are they your type?"
Jing Yingrong looked confused: "Like it?"
"Yeah, if you don't like birds, how about animals? Or sea animals? Or do you think it's a bit fat? Then next time I will introduce you to Hong Fei, a Zhuhuang with a good figure..."
"Who are you calling fat?"
Xue Fei yelled angrily, turned her head and pecked at Yu Xian with her sharp beak.
Yu Xian dodged, returned to Jing Yingrong, hugged her and said, "Monsters can only speak human language when they reach the tenth level, so I suggest you choose among the tenth-level monsters in our sect. After all, Communication and communication are important.”
Jing Yingrong: "Is there no Beast King?"
"Beast, Beast King?"
Yu Xian's eyes widened, "Junior Sister Jing, you're making things too difficult for me. The Beast Emperor wants to kill us..."
"snort."
Xue Fei suddenly snorted coldly and looked at Ying Rong in the mirror with displeasure in her eyes.
"Like the Beast King, you don't just like the human body. You don't call it like the beast body. Yu Xian, you are mistaken."
After saying that, Xue Fei turned around and flew away angrily.
"Hey, wait a minute, Junior Sister Jing, go back first, Fat Bird, wait for me!"
Yu Xian chased Xue Fei.
Jing Yingrong: "..."
Ji Sha Jian: “It’s getting increasingly difficult to explain.”
"Um."
