The rest of my life is lucky

Chapter 12
"Cangxuanlu, I'll go to practice first, can you do it by yourself?"

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Bairan, I won't delay your cultivation. I just want to walk around and find a good place to sleep."

"Then I'm leaving, this is for you, if you need anything, just crush it." Bairan took out the jade rhythm and threw it to Mu Yuqian.

Mu Yuqian reached out to catch it, "You also know that I'm not a humble person, so don't worry about me, just go and go."

When Bairan left, Mu Yuqian walked slowly and leisurely.Seeing the stinky flower, I couldn't help doing bad things, so I cut down the closed stinky flower silently.

"Hey", Mu Yuqian showed eight small white teeth, and raised his eyes.He ran without a trace, only a phantom could be seen.

Mu Yuqian stopped in front of a hole, and cast a reduced version of the blasting formula on Hua.Throwing the flowers in, Miao hides herself.

He retreated to a safe area and waited for the stinky flower to be exploded.

Touch~, a small mushroom cloud floated out from the hole.One or two snow rabbits ran out quickly, and then several snow rabbits escaped.

Not long after walking, the speed began to slow down, and he walked a few steps staggeringly and dizzily.

Paji, fainted to the ground.Mu Yuqian happily picked up a pile of rabbits, and hummed a little song to put the snow rabbits into the bag.

Weighed the next bag, and the harvest was quite fruitful.Eyebrows danced, humming a song and running across the mountains.

"La la la la la ~ lulu lulu lulu ~ chug chug chug ~"

The crisp and cheerful humming spread all the way, startling a flock of birds in the treetops.

The poor artifact Shengjue was actually used by Mu Yuqian to kill birds. Whoosh! Mu Yuqian shot several arrows.

There are no false shots, the flying bird falls to the ground after being hit by the arrow.The gilt arrow hit the target and dissipated in the bird's body, Mu Yuqian picked up the three flying birds on the ground.

Thinking that the bird is dead, if you don't roast it quickly, it won't be fresh.The blue starlight of Shengjue in his hand turned into a long sword with ice blue luster all over his body.

Mu Yuqian raised the long sword in his hand, found the Xiangmu tree and gestured at the branch.The light flashed, and the fallen branches splashed a lot of dust.

The Sheng Jue was taken back into the body, and Mu Yuqian piled up the firewood.A flame tactic was fired, and the firewood pile crackled.

Mu Yuqian thought that since the phoenix-tailed chicken could be burned into charcoal, the feathers on the bird's body must also be burned.

Throwing the three flying birds into the firewood, the feathers on the flying birds were all burnt.Only then did the hairless bird come out and fiddle with it.

Spread the spices on every corner of the processed bird's body, wrap and tie the three birds with lotus leaves, and apply a layer of mud.

Now it will definitely not be burnt, after all, I think people in the mortal world do it like this.Mu Yuqian sits and waits for the call of flowers and birds to come out of the oven, smash it and smash it.

After dealing with the delicious beggars and birds, Mu Yuqian planned to find a good place to digest food.Walking and walking, I found a big tree suitable for lying down, and turned over and sat on the branch.

The branches are wide enough to lie down and take a nap, and the branches and leaves block the harsh sunlight.Mu Yuqian closed her eyes and leaned half against the tree trunk.

A cloud of black energy wandered around Qincong Peak and found Mu Yuqian resting on a tree.An An quietly flew towards Mu Yuqian, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

As he got closer, the black energy seemed to be jumping for joy and its form changed.A blue light shot in, and the black energy disappeared instantly.

Mu Yuqian opened his eyes, the peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, and there was a trace of determination at the end of the eyes, but they gave off a charming, smart and harmless temperament.

"It seems that the world of cultivating immortals is not peaceful. The turbid air has started to spread continuously. It is not a good sign that the spiritual energy is mixed and lost."

Mu Yuqian lowered his eyes and whispered, if he hadn't noticed the dark breath invading his body before.At this time, the body has almost recovered, after all, Cangxuanlu's self-healing ability has always been good.

Naturally understanding the condition of his body at this time, Mu Yuqian looked towards the direction where the darkest breath was strongest.

There was a deep scar on Yun Yishen's arm, and the blood stained Yuebai's sleeve red.

"Xianzun, you are injured, what happened?" Mu Yuqian trotted to Yun Yishen's side, the anxiety and worry in his words were so clear.

"Something happened in the sect, it's just a minor injury, don't worry about it." Yun Yishen didn't want Mu Yuqian to worry about these things, so he didn't want to say more.

"I will clean and bandage the wound for the immortal." Mu Yuqian took out the spiritual grass in the cloud realm, put it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it with a little spiritual power.

Drop the spirit grass juice into the container, take out the healing utensils and carefully clean the wound for Yun Yishen.Pour the prepared spirit grass juice on Yun Yishen's wound, then take out a healing elixir, knead it into powder and sprinkle it on it.

Taking out the gauze to bandage Yun Yishen's injured hand, it went smoothly at first.But Mu Yuqian found that she seemed unable to end.

So, after wrapping around and around until the gauze bottomed out, Mu Yuqian passed the last bit of gauze into the wrapped gauze circle.

The whole process is careful and cautious, meticulous and gentle.Yun Yishen lowered her head, watching Mu Yuqian's every move silently, frowning and frowning.

When you're done, Mu Yuqian looks at the arm tied into a rice dumpling, and her face is wrinkled into a bun because of embarrassment.

"Qian'er can still heal people's wounds, and she has really improved a lot." Yun Yishen put down the sleeves that were rolled over her shoulders, and also blocked Mu Yuqian's sight.

Mu Yuqian could no longer see the wound, and looked up at Yun Yishen. "Then that's right?" Mu Yu's eyebrows were all squeezed together, and the suspicion in his tone couldn't be ignored.

"That's natural", except that some bags are too thick and may not be breathable, but there is nothing wrong with them.

Yun Yishen flicked Mu Yuqian's head with a big palm in relief and encouragement, and finally hesitated when she was about to withdraw her hand, but scraped Mu Yuqian's pretty nose.

Mu Yuqian covered his nose and tilted his head in a daze.The rosin faded as Yun Yishen's hand left.

Mu Yuqian looked at Yun Yishen's fair and beautiful hands, and that unique rosin.Without the conscious reaction of the brain, the body grabbed Yun Yishen's palm.

"Wow", Mu Yuqian bit the side of Yun Yishen's palm, and looked at Yun Yishen belatedly, innocent and full of surprise.

The wet and soft touch came from the palm, the sharp white teeth gnawed slightly, and Yun Yishen's heart beat irregularly a few times.

The eyelids were slightly lifted to cover the ripples in the eyes, and the fingers of the other hand moved slightly.

Mu Yuqian hurriedly let go, "Xianzun, I may have taken your hand as a pastry, please punish me for my mistake."

But it's really fragrant and soft, but it has no taste.But it is as delicate and beautiful as pastry, but it does not taste as good as pastry.

Yun Yishen's deep and hoarse voice reached Mu Yuqian's ears, "I like it so much, how about making it for you?"

Mu Yuqian thought of the phoenix chicken roasted by Xianzun last time, and she was a little bit rejected in her heart, and her heartbeat proved this.

But such a gentle and bright fairy couldn't bear to say no, so he gritted his teeth and nodded, tears streaming down his face.

Forget it, just treat it as the punishment of Immortal Venerable.

With Yun Yishen's cultivation at such a high level, he naturally heard Mu Yuqian's heartbeat like thunder.She also thought that Mu Yuqian was very happy to cook for herself and serve cakes for her, and her heart was unconsciously soft.

Mu Yuqian was scratching his heart like sitting on pins and needles, spending his days like years pacing outside the kitchen, waiting for Yun Yishen to make pastries and bring them out.

(End of this chapter)