Pregnant with a cub of a ruthless Taoist apprentice

Qin Su looked at him inexplicably for a while, then suddenly withdrew the long sword with his backhand, put his index finger and middle finger together, stretched forward, and lightly touched the back of Fang Hui's hand covering his heart.

The tentacles were slightly cold, and Qin Su's fingertips trembled, but he didn't take it back. He looked straight into the depths of the other's eyes that were no longer calm, and there was a specious temptation in his voice: "Remember this feeling, when will you Just think of someone and you can feel your heart tremble, then you are in love with this person!"

Having said that, Qin Su quickly withdrew his hand, resumed his usual voice and demeanor, and continued: "Of course, in order to quickly simulate the feeling of a lover, you can only think of being a teacher in your heart at the moment."

Fang Hui still didn't quite understand Qin Su's meaning, but this did not prevent him from following Qin Su's words. He felt that no matter what, Qin Su would not harm his daughter. After all, Qin Su had no principles for Qin Wan'er these years. Well, it's obvious to all.

Withdrawing the long sword, Fang Hui finally said: "Okay."

Qin Su smiled, Qingjun's face was less solemn and more gentle, with gratitude in his eyes, he raised his hand and patted Fang Hui's shoulder: "Go back to the room and think about it by yourself first, and go to the kitchen for your teacher. Make something to eat."

This time, Fang Hui didn't dodge like the previous time. He glanced at the small kitchen and said, "I'm not hungry, so there's no need to do it."

Qin Su pushed Fang Hui towards the door: "Where is there so much nonsense, as a teacher, I have to think about it." Then he went straight to the small kitchen.

nonsense?

Fang Hui subconsciously touched his lower lip. Is this... nonsense?

He turned his head to watch Qin Su's back disappear at the door of the small kitchen, and finally entered his "once" room thoughtfully.

In the kitchen, Qin Su didn't worry about the ingredients. When he checked the storage ring, he found a lot of spirit rice and spirit beast meat in it.

It is hard for others to imagine that, as the head of Taoism, he would always prepare everything as much as possible in the storage ring like a casual cultivator, and put all his belongings in the storage ring, but This has always been his habit, and it still does today.

Only in this way can he truly feel at ease from the bottom of his heart.

The small kitchen was cleaned very well by Fang Hui, so Qin Su saved the effort of cleaning, and directly placed an appropriate amount of Lingmi, a Lingshu tree, and two small pieces of spirit beast meat on the chopping board in sequence.

Lingmi is crushed into powder with spiritual power, injected with water by Yinshui Jue, rolled and kneaded with hands, and kneaded into dough.

At the same time, a fire was lit on the stove with a fireball technique, and an appropriate amount of water was poured into the pot.

The hands are constantly moving, stretching the kneaded dough, folding, and stretching again, and so on.

Wait until the water in the pot boils and the noodles in your hands are finished, so go directly to the pot and cook.

While cooking the noodles, he roasted the two pieces of spirit beast meat with his fingertips and sprinkled seasonings. The spirit fire is not like ordinary fire, and he can freely control the heat until the two pieces of spirit beast meat are charred on the outside and tender on the inside. , fragrant, and the noodles in the pot are almost cooked.

He broke off the leaves of Lingshu, put them in the pot and scalded them once, put out the fire, divided the whole pot of noodles into two bowls, and then turned his palm into a knife, cut the two pieces of barbecue into thin slices with a few strokes, and spread them separately On the surface of the two bowls of noodles, put the noodles and two pairs of chopsticks into the tray.

It didn't take too long to finish the two bowls of noodles, but it can be seen that Qin Su's cooking skills are extremely skilled, and the whole process is smooth and smooth, without any stagnation.

Before picking up the tray, he paused, thought for a while, and suddenly used his fingertips to stick the remaining flour on the chopping board, and wiped it on his chest twice. A delicate and solemn blue robe fell into the dust of the world. , adding a bit of kindness.

Then he picked up the tray again, left the small kitchen, and walked into Fanghui's room.

As soon as he entered the room, Fang Hui saw the traces of flour on his lapel, and his eyes moved slightly.

Fang Hui's room at this time is not as clean and simple as Qingjing Peak's palace, and there are all the furnishings that should be there. In addition to books, bamboo slips, and jade slips, there are some odds and ends on the wooden shelves against the wall. There was a small wooden sword that Qin Su looked familiar to.

He put the tray on the table in the middle, and glanced at Fang Hui who was sitting by the table: "Is this little wooden sword the one that my teacher sharpened for you back then?"

Hearing this, Fang Hui also looked at the wooden sword that was treasured by himself in the water condensation box, and nodded slightly.

Qin Su took a few steps forward, walked to the front of the wooden shelf, stroked the surface of the water condensation box that wrapped the wooden sword with his fingertips, chuckled a few times, then suddenly turned his head and said: "Are you still puzzled, why did you become a teacher when you were a teacher?" So cruel to you?"

Fang Hui frowned slightly, and looked at Qin Su with obvious doubts in his eyes, but over the years, he knew clearly that this person's character was indeed not what he thought back then.

He successfully aroused Fang Hui's doubts, but Qin Su had no intention of answering them. He hooked his lips, went back to the table, bent over the table and approached Fang Hui, looked intently at the person in front of him, and said softly: "Don't worry about it." move."

Fang Hui had already been exhausted by Qin Su's endless tricks. In addition, he had just thought about it just now. Senior Sister Wan'er was rescued from her wounds, and he listened to the other party's words.

So at this time Qin Su asked him not to move, and he really sat there without moving.

Qin Su turned his spiritual power slightly, re-softened the solidified flour on his fingertips, and raised his hand to wipe Fang Hui's fair and clean cheeks.

Fang Hui covered his face with his hands reflexively, looking at Qin Su with doubts still in his eyes.

After Qin Su achieved his goal, he straightened up, pointed to the traces of flour on his chest, and said with a smile, "It's fair."

Then he put a bowl of hot barbecue noodles in front of Fang Hui, "Try it and see if the master's skills have deteriorated. As for those things back then...you will understand everything one day."

That being the case, Fang Hui didn't ask any further questions. He picked up a slice of barbecued meat with his chopsticks and put a few noodles into his mouth. The tip of his nose smelled the aroma of the combination of noodles and meat, and his taste buds felt the long-lost familiar taste. Delicious, no setbacks."

The earnest expression combined with the traces of flour on his face blended a different kind of joy, which miraculously relieved Qin Su's heavy thoughts all along.

Annoyances that can't be resolved by high position and weight can be easily resolved by this little bit of simple happiness. Qin Su suddenly felt that his mentality seemed to be hundreds of years younger at this moment.

But the ease is only temporary, and it will be covered by endless troubles in an instant.

He watched Fang Hui eat all the noodles in the bowl calmly, and then pushed the bowl he had made for himself to Fang Hui, his eyes were full of tolerance and indulgence: "Eat more if you like it." .”

Fang Hui looked at the other bowl of noodles, and asked Chi Chi, "You don't want to eat?"

Qin Su just said with a faint smile on the corner of his lips: "As a teacher, I can make it anytime I want, and today I made it for you."

In fact, since he entered the cultivation path, he has cooked for Nie Mingyuan, Fang Hui, the old master, Nie Qingyun, Qin Wan'er, and Fang Hui's mother whom he had never met. I have never cooked once because I wanted to eat.

Cooking is not a good memory in his pre-practice memory. He prefers to attribute his purpose of cooking every time to winning people's hearts.

Fang Hui didn't know this, so he stopped hesitating and ate another bowl of noodles.

Taking advantage of Fang Hui's time to eat noodles, Qin Su shifted from the position opposite Fang Hui to the side. Seeing Fang Hui swallowing the last mouthful of noodles, he suddenly twisted a soft cloud towel and turned sideways to wipe away the soup on Fang Hui's lips. juice and cheek flour.

The ambiguity is in an instant!

For some reason, Fang Hui suddenly retrieved from his distant memory the scene where the other party wiped the corners of his lips when he was young.

But the feeling at that time seemed to be different from now?

He wasn't sure, he raised his hand to touch his trembling heart again, imagining that if the other party was his lover, he would suddenly understand what "love" felt like for a moment.

But that feeling came and went quickly, and when he wanted to savor it carefully, there was no trace to be found.

Qin Su saw his actions and didn't say anything. When he got up, he naturally pulled Fang Hui's wrist and said, "Go, go to the banyan tree in the yard to compare how much taller you are now than when you were 15 years old. "

Fang Hui only had time to clean the bowls and chopsticks on the table before he was dragged out of the house by Qin Su and came under the banyan tree.

The banyan tree was just a small tree when it was first planted, but it has grown luxuriantly over the years. It was only when he wanted to mark the scale that Qin Su remembered that as the banyan tree grew, the scale that was carved back then was also raised and disappeared. reference value.

Fang Hui was obviously also aware of this, and stood aside to watch Qin Su's next move.

But the purpose of Qin Su pulling Fang back to compare the scale is not really to see how much taller the other party has grown.

So he still grabbed Fang Hui's arm, turned the person facing him, and pressed him against the huge trunk of the banyan tree.

The sudden close distance made Fang Hui a little uncomfortable, and he still obediently let Qin Su do what he did as before.

The two are about the same height.

Qin Su looked at the person leaning on the banyan tree who was close at hand, but what he thought of was the apprentice who had grown up with him since he was a baby, and now he was as tall as himself.

Soon, he forcibly suppressed his elder mentality that was born spontaneously, and became serious.

The palm of the hand seemed to be earnestly gesticulating the height of Fang's head, and the lips seemed to brush against each other's lips inadvertently, and the two of them were stunned at the same time.

Because of this abrupt "interlude", Qin Su quickly took a step back, distanced himself from Fang Hui, and acted like he hadn't thought of it, and it was purely accidental.

This was even more shocking to Fang Hui than knowing that the other party did it deliberately.

It's not that the two have never kissed before. In the cave of Yin and Yang, there have been many lingering and explicit kisses, but after that incident, Fang Hui's mood hardly fluctuated.

This time it was different, the soft touch just now had miraculously strong stamina, the position of the heart no longer trembled as before, but hit the chest violently and heavily once and for all.