After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

Wen Qingyu strode forward, picked the person up, put a thick mat on the ground, and moved to a place farther away from the pot and put the person on it.

He bent down and touched her head: "Master and your senior brother will try again. Boiling milk is not a difficult task."

No matter who you treat wronged, you must not wrong the little cub.

If other people knew what he was thinking, they would have probably fallen to the ground holding their hearts.

Do you feel wronged for eating spiritual fruits every day? !

Wouldn't they be so wronged?

Wen Xi also nodded seriously: "Little Junior Sister, leave it to us! We will definitely succeed!"

Anyway, he had squeezed a lot of milk before, and the jade gourd with such a large space was full. At worst, he could just squeeze more milk when it was gone.

The spirit beast being milked: ...You are so noble!

Chu Chaozhao looked lazy, raised the corners of his mouth and clenched his fist towards them: "Come on, guys!"

She had no problem with drinking milk. What was wrong with a newborn cub drinking milk?

Anyway, she accepted the fact that she had a strong body that could easily blow up other people in her previous life, and now she had a slurred speech and could only jump up and hit other people's knees.

However, whether these two people can succeed remains a question.

Huh?

She looked down at the spiritual fruit in her hand, and was delighted. She didn't know what the spiritual fruit that Master had brought back was called, but it tasted quite good, and it tasted like the milk tea of ​​the technological era.

A long-lost taste!

Seeing the little cub's round eyes gradually glowing and encouraging them, the two of them inexplicably became more motivated. Isn't it just boiling milk? The little cub believed in them so much, they could definitely do it.

Chu Chaozhao: ...That’s how beautiful misunderstandings are formed.

The two of them used hand gestures to clean the pot. Wen Qingyu took a copy of "A Mortal's Child-rearing Record" and read the contents of the book seriously.

Wen Xiji leaned forward, looked at it and nodded as if it was a serious matter.

The two of them poured the milk into the pot carefully, step by step. Wen Xiji took the newly made large spoon and gently stirred the pot. Wen Qingyu put away the book and poured the spiritual honey into the pot bit by bit.

After stirring evenly, the two looked at each other and nodded. Wen Qingyu made a hand gesture and a small flame appeared on his fingertips, and Wen Xiji did the same.

The two of them tacitly threw the small flame under the pot.

The next moment——

bang——

It exploded. The milk turned black before it was even cooked. This time even the pot was blown up.

Chu Chaozhao opened her mouth in a daze. The big spiritual fruit in her hand rolled all over the floor in fear. She looked at the darkness in the hall. Her master appeared beside her without her knowing and considerately created a barrier.

But her third senior brother was not so lucky.

Wen Xi turned his head, his whole body was pitch black, blending in with the surroundings, as if he had been struck by lightning. His silky black hair exploded and stood up. He opened his mouth to say something, but a puff of smoke came out, revealing his shiny white teeth.

If it weren't for the big white eyes and rolling eyeballs, Chu Chaozhao really couldn't tell that there was a person standing there.

"Pfft hahaha!"

Chu Chaozhao laughed without restraint.

Boiling milk at home is just like making some rare and precious elixir. You put this in first and then that, and then apply spiritual fire. It will explode if it doesn't.

Seeing this, the other two looked at her with helplessness and doting smiles.

Wen Qingyu even walked up to pick up the spiritual fruit, performed a purification spell, put it back into the space, and took out another identical one for her and handed it to her.

Wen Xi performed the Purification Technique on himself and glanced at his master with resentment.

Chu Chaozhao had laughed enough and coughed twice: "Well, Master and Brother, why don't you try to cook with ordinary firewood? I'm afraid that the pot and milk that Brother refined can't withstand your spiritual fire."

Her master and senior brother, one has a natural fire spiritual root, and the other has a top-grade fire spiritual root. Let alone pots and milk, this hall can't even withstand them.

"feasible."

When Wen Qingyu spoke, Wen Xiji nodded and started to work. He dismantled the blackened golden nanmu wood on one side, took out a flint to make a fire, and took out a new pot.

Soon, the sweet and fragrant smell of milk wafted through the hall.

A few people knew it was done.

Wen Qingyu took out a new jade gourd, poured all the milk into it, and then boiled several pots and put all the milk in. The jade gourd shrank slightly, until it was just small enough for the little cub to hold in both hands and drink. Then he handed it to Chu Chaozhao.

The two of them moved closer and looked at Chu Chaozhao. Wen Xiji's perverse phoenix eyes were now full of hope, while Wen Qingyu's eyes were cold, but he couldn't help looking at her frequently.

Chu Chaozhao held the milk, took a breath silently, then took a sip of the jade gourd.

The taste is the same as pure milk in the technological society, but it is more fragrant and has no fishy smell. With the addition of honey, it is more sweet. After taking a sip, a warm current rushes into the body, making the whole body feel comfortable.

She had been hungry from time to time at that time, and her stomach, which was like a bottomless pit, was now extremely satisfied.

Chu Chaozhao's eyes were full of stars, and he squinted his eyes with a smile: "It's delicious! Thank you, Master and Third Senior Brother, I like it very much!"

Wen Xi raised her head proudly: "That's right, don't you see who cooked it? How can boiling milk be difficult for us?"

Wen Qingyu smiled and said nothing, but he breathed a sigh of relief that was barely perceptible.

After the milk was cooked, Wen Xi couldn't sit still anymore, so she carried Chu Chaozhao and wanted to go out to play.

Wen Qingyu did not go, but stayed and looked at the palace with a headache. If his junior brother saw this, he might cry again.

On Zhuming Peak, the main peak of Guiyun Sect, towering palaces stand. The dark glazed tiles reflect colorful colors in the sunlight. Ancient trees are towering, and bells are tied to the corners of the eaves with carved beams and painted buildings. The breeze blows into the arms, stirring up bursts of crisp sounds, followed by waves of sounds of sharp blades being unsheathed, cutting through the sky.

Chu Chaozhao looked into the distance from the air and saw that the huge square was filled with densely packed people wearing the uniforms of sect disciples and brandishing swords in the square.

Chu Chaozhao actually saw the peaceful years in such a grand scene.

They landed on the long steps in front of the square. Wen Xi took out a thick cushion and put it on the steps, then sat on the ground with her.

The sect's attire varies with the length of time one has joined the sect, as well as between direct disciples, inner sect, and outer sect disciples. However, the sect's attire is all made of brocade and embroidered with different exquisite patterns, which are extremely pleasing to the eye from a distance.

They are wearing uniform and good-looking clothes, drawing and swinging swords with neat and uniform movements. The silk ribbons behind their black hair move in the wind, and the sword blades reflect cold light. Every scene is magnificent and shocking, and it feels like an immortal being.

The elder standing at the front shouted: "The most basic sword movements are only a few, but all sword styles are developed on this basis. Swinging the sword a thousand times a day is the most basic! Look, which great sword cultivator in the world did not practice swordsmanship step by step? Venerable Bai Qing did the same when he was young! The hard work now is for the future! So - are you tired?"

It was like a speech, full of passion.

Many of the disciples who were exhausted from swinging their swords spoke up, but they still had to answer in a low voice: "Not tired."

"What? I can't hear you!" The elder shouted, "With this little strength, do you still want to become the leader of swordsmanship? You haven't even started working hard, but you've already given up and fallen into depravity! Don't you want to defeat the Dao Sword Sect? Do you still want to continue to be the second place forever?"

As if a switch had been flicked, a voice resounding through the sky came: "Not tired! Not tired! Win! Win! Win!"

Everyone seemed to be swung their swords with greater force as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Chu Chaozhao smacked her lips. This elder was something. This scene reminded her of some slogan-shouting companies in her previous life.

Could it be that she has fallen into some pyramid scheme?

"Little Junior Sister, don't listen to Elder Jiuqiu. You just need to drink milk, sleep, and eat fruit every day. Be happy every day. Leave the task of defeating the Daodao Sword Sect to Senior Brother and the others."

Wen Xi's casual voice came, and before Chu Chaozhao could reply, the people who were teaching seriously below gave him a death look.