Food on the tip of your tongue

"Satisfy you, Qin Yang just stole this from Du's house, it would be nice if you can stew it and reward us with a bite."

Zhang Yonghuan had deliberately pretended that this was something Qin Yang caught by himself on the mountain, but he never wanted to punish Xie, but kept reminding him in his ear, and looked at Qin Yang with sincere gratitude in his eyes: "Is the injury healed?"

Qin Yang poured the washed rice into the pot: "It's all right." Pointing to the corner of the wall, he said, "There are three more, all of which belong to you two."

The civet was imprisoned in a small iron cage by Qin Yang and covered with a sack, restless and restless.

Zhang Yonghuan smiled embarrassedly and said: "Everyone should eat, just the two of us..." How embarrassing.

Zhu Xie sneered: "You don't want to eat the egg, I eat it alone... no, there is also a small tail... we two eat, three ones a day." Dare to love, this thing is probably Qin Yang's special food. Go to the Du Mansion and steal it out...Co-authoring it with him is just a free pick.

Zhu Xie looked up at the sky and said, "It's almost the fifteenth day of August?"

"The day after tomorrow." Qin Yang lit the fire and said, "After the Mid-Autumn Festival, you go back to Tangmen."

Zhu Xie was taken aback for a moment, and snorted coldly: "You are ruthless and ungrateful. Little Tail and I have traveled long distances and gone through untold hardships to come here in Ansheng for a few days and you will drive people away?" Tangmen is poisonous His wife was watching, he didn't want to go back at all.

Zhang Yonghuan drank soup at the door, with a playful smile in his eyes, and became the quietest spectator.

Qin Yang said: "You can't stand the winter climate here." This place is no different from Kunlun Mountains, their true energy is running out in their bodies, and without thick protective body, Zhu Xie's body can't cope with the climate here.

Zhu Xie couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and said slyly: "If I'm here, maybe the master will come down the mountain worriedly to deliver the medicine for me."

Qin Yang mercilessly destroyed his imagination: "You are too naive." If the master really would ignore the rules set by Kunlun Mountain, then maybe he ignored the rules of Kunlun Mountain a long time ago. Zhu Xie was cured.

Daoist Tianjue has been dedicated to his duties all his life, rigorous and cold, as the venerable of the Holy Gate of Kunlun Mountain, and also the elder of the precept gate of Yuxu Palace, how can he not lead by example and abide by the rules of Yuxu Palace?

Zhu Xie blinked, and said with a relaxed smile, "Just think about it!" The voice that came out was trembling with sadness.

After Zhang Yonghuan finished his soup, he touched his half-filled stomach and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Heart disease."

"Heart disease?" Zhang Yonghuan looked at him in shock, judging by Zhu Xie's heartless and explosive temperament, he doesn't look like a heart patient at all?

"When my mother was pregnant with me, she was accidentally bitten by the heart-wrenching Gu, so..." Zhu Xie said with a smile as if nothing had happened: "Thanks to my father's skill in playing Gu, otherwise... my mother wouldn't be able to bear the child." It's me!"

Zhang Yonghuan's smile gradually faded from his face, and he suddenly remembered the classic sentence: Those who are good at using swords to kill people will surely die by swords, just like the people of Tangmen are famous for their poisonous poison and domineering poison, those who are good at using poison , will be wounded by poison.

"Is it almost ready? Starved to death? Starved to death?" His mouth was dry after eating meat, and Zhu Xie patted his unsatisfied stomach: "Oh, I made you hungry, I made you hungry!"

The corners of Qin Yang's eyes twitched: "..." Madness strikes again.

Zhang Yonghuan came to his senses and looked at him with a little admiration. He lived casually and unrestrainedly. What a noble sentiment of life, the realm of a wise man.

He thought that when he was reborn here through time travel, his thinking would be noble enough to be unique. He didn't expect that there were mountains beyond mountains, people beyond people, and his IQ and EQ were comparable to those of modern people, which opened his eyes.

Qin Yang stuffed more firewood into the stove hole, stirred the bubbling multigrain porridge with a spoon, and said, "The millet and barley will rot if you cook it for a while."

Zhang Yonghuan was thinking about whether he should be more amiable to Zhu Xie in the future? !

"It's almost over and let's continue to stew. It will be dawn when we are full." Zhu Xie said casually: "Eating and sleeping are the most important things in life... Well..." Stretch and yawn, "Hurry up and get out of the pot, out of the pot , Eat and go to sleep."

Zhu Xie's patience is extremely poor, especially when he is not full enough to eat and sleep. He squeezed to the stove, took a bowl and scooped porridge out: "If you eat some raw food, you won't die."

Zhang Yonghuan also used a bowl to look for a spoon to scoop up the porridge: "Have you heard of it? You won't get sick if you eat it without doing anything clean. If you eat it raw or uncooked..."

"I'm scalding to death." Zhu Xie screamed, sticking out his tongue sadly and sucking in his breath.

"Fizzy." Qin Yang scolded coldly, scooped up a bowl of water and handed it to him, "gargle out."

Zhang Yonghuan blew into the bowl and ate in small mouthfuls: "Brother Qin, don't you want some?"

Qin Yang stirred the porridge in the pot and said, "I'm not hungry."

Zhan Feng returned to the kitchen with the bowl where the little tail had eaten all the meat, looked at Zhu Xie and said in a deep voice, "The little guy is asleep."

Zhu Xie blinked at him: "Do you find it troublesome? You don't want him to stay in your room?"

Zhan Feng: "..." Did he ever say that?

"Little Tail sleeps very lightly. Be careful not to disturb him by snoring. Besides... the little guy is so obedient and cute. You should be honored to stay in your room!"

Zhan Feng: "..." He looked at his young master with gloomy eyes.

Zhang Yonghuan received his help-seeking gaze, and returned his deep sympathy and envy: "Well... Let him sleep in your room tonight."

Shutting up, his heart beating like thunder, he almost opened his mouth and asked his subordinates: So what, are you broken sleeves?Such idiotic words, Zhang Yonghuan smiled and said again: "It's no problem if you are all old men... right?"

Zhan Feng nodded to him respectfully, "Your subordinate obeys." The sky is going to kill him?Or... Peach Blossom Tribulation?

Zhang Yonghuan smiled and lowered his head to drink the porridge silently, Zhan Feng was stunned for a moment, and went back to his room to sleep.

For a moment.

Zhu Xie and Zhang Yonghuan both ate and drank enough, Zhu Xie put down the bowl, wiped his mouth and went back to the room yawning.

Qin Yang still sat silently on the small stool by the stove hole, Zhang Yonghuan tactfully scooped the porridge in the pot into the soup pot, put it on the chopping board and covered it with a small bamboo basket to prevent the mice from stealing it, and added more porridge to the pot. Washing the pot with water and washing the dishes quickly, the atmosphere in the kitchen became silent for a while, and the quiet atmosphere was vaguely depressing.

Zhang Yonghuan cleaned up the pots and dishes on his own, while Qin Yang watched his every move with a gentle and seemingly indifferent expression.

Putting the washed dishes and chopsticks into the cupboard, Zhang Yonghuan picked up the brush and brushed the pan, and said, "It will be ready soon, Brother Qin, go to bed first." He is really energetic, and does he stay awake in the middle of the night to monitor himself while cleaning the pan?

Qin Yang raised his head and looked at him seriously, as if he was looking at a stranger. Of course, he didn't think he knew Zhang Yonghuan very well, even if he had used forbidden techniques to know everything about this person's past.

Qin Yang looked at him, and his thoughts drifted back to a long time ago. In that year in the Qinling Mountains, he encountered ferocious beasts. That year he was a mortal, an unknown ascetic, and he clearly remembered being a ferocious When the sturdy Xiong Xiazi appeared in front of him, he felt terrified. At that time, he did not have the ability to fight Xiong Xiazi. He was chased by wild beasts, so he could only turn around and run out of the mountain forest.

Eight hundred miles away in Qinchuan, there are lush forests and rolling mountains. The blind bear, who had already been hungry and crazy in the long cold winter, roared madly and attacked the food that made him covet.

Qin Yang was terrified, and rushed out of the forest without daring to turn back. The old man and hunters in the village kept telling the scene of Xiong Xiazi eating people in his mind, and he was very worried.

Will he be eaten by Xiong Xiazi?The dense branches of the forest trees hurt his face and arms, and his clothes were wet and stuck to his body, probably soaked in cold sweat. The blind bear roared and pressed him tightly, and he yelled loudly in fear : "Help—help—is there anyone?"

It's all because of his youthful vigor. If he knew earlier, he should have listened to his master's advice and not come here alone to the depths of the woods. You know, it's really worthless to kill a bear for picking wild mushrooms. !

18. Peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze...

Qin Yang lamented sadly, just as his running pace was getting slower and slower, and Xiong Xiazi was chasing him getting closer and closer, Qin Yang closed his eyes and thought desperately, fuck his uncle's youth, frivolity, and youthful arrogance Well, he hasn't married a daughter-in-law yet to carry on the Qin family's lineage!Sigh... Perhaps it was because of his excessive loss of physical strength, which caused temporary numbness and sluggishness of the body's senses. In a trance, he seemed to see a white-clothed immortal descending from the sky, as light as a white cloud floating in the sky, fluttering He approached him, like a dream or a dream, in the world of mortals, he couldn't see the man's face clearly.

"Beast, don't be presumptuous." The clean and flawless white cloud floated in front of the collapsed Qin Yang. Qin Yang stared blankly at Bai Yun and shook his swollen head. The man was dressed in white and stood tall, with one head His long black hair hung down his shoulders like a waterfall.

He staggered and crouched on the ground, clutching his crazily beating chest and panting loudly. The next moment he saw Xiong Xiazi wailing in a low voice and retreating again and again, running farther and farther into the depths of the forest until he disappeared completely.

"Are you hurt?" Qin Yang gasped for a long time, and after finally recovering, he heard such a deep greeting.

The tense nerves relaxed, and Qin Yang's embarrassing legs limp and collapsed on the ground. The man in white bent forward to look at him, his black eyes were as clear as water, "Adjust your breath, don't let the truth The qi has disturbed the meridians." He said again: "How can a cultivator be so fragile, have he never practiced foreign martial arts?"

Qin Yang woke up from the collapse of fear, he