Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

"Who is disturbing the cleanliness of the immortal family here?"

The crane said.

Those jewel-like pupils reflected Nuo Yan's side face, Liu Yun took advantage of Feng Zhenjun to look at the young man in front of him, saying that he was looking at him, more like observing, according to the lingo of the immortal family, he was looking at his breath .

Qingnuoyan's body was originally made of the ten thousand-year-old jade stone on the oath-shou cape. In Wu Ning's eyebrows, "one is the fairy flower of Langyuan, and the other is beautiful jade flawless", his body is beautiful and flawless, with a clear temperament And no time.

His heart was transformed by the oath, pure and white.In this life, he is determined to live freely and freely, and this idle fish state of mind is the best material for cultivating immortality.

The emptiness of the mind is revealed, and the 'Qi' surrounding the young man is extraordinarily clear and flawless—

Zhenjun Liuyun borrowed the wind to meet countless people. In the past 2000 years, the child 'Shen He' was the most predestined mortal she had ever met. Looking at it now, perhaps this boy's aptitude is even higher than Shen He's.

Same as that stupid apprentice.

Liu Yun glanced lightly at the steaming dishes on the stone table. The tender tofu was slightly undulating in the clear vegetable soup. The warm sunset rays passed through the green shade of creepers and covered the table. Jade Pearl White Jade Soup.

A smell that I haven't smelled for a long time.

——Just like 3000 years ago.

"what..."

"Hello."

Qing Nuoyan was a little embarrassed and authentic.

This crane may be the fairy in the legend, and it is also the object of his worship.

"Who is here to disturb the cleanliness of the fairy house?" the fairy bird said just now—is it really disgusting that he speaks too loudly and disturbs the people?

He didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavenly beings. This sentence was really good, and he reflected on himself. It was because Qing Nuoyan was too Menglang, which is called "disrespecting the immortal master" in Liyue's saying.

I have to ask the idiot Ying to apologize quickly-huh?What is the idiot Ying doing?

He subconsciously glanced at the idiot Ying, his face paled in shock.

When this Ying saw the bird, she salivated, sharpened the knife in her hand, and took out a slingshot from her waist, whispering: "Two pieces of poultry meat, there are two pieces of poultry meat... "

This fool!

What are two pieces of poultry meat!

This is a fairy, there must be more than two pieces of poultry on his body, what kind of idiot nickname do you get... no, you can't give a nickname to a fairy!

Qing Nuoyan slashed Ying's head with a knife, and the latter let out an ouch and covered his head, his pretty eyes were misty, and stared at him resentfully.

"This is what I did..."

Qingnuoyan noticed that the crane was looking at the dishes on the stone table, so he explained:

"Emerald Pearl White Jade Soup, and Grilled Mora Meat...It's my first time cooking, and my skills are not good. I hope the immortals don't blame me."

He paused, "If it offends the immortal, I will take it down."

"No need."

Xianhe answered quickly, and she said calmly, "It's okay to stay here, and I don't really dislike it."

Gan Yu was very surprised by Master's appearance.

Ao Zang Mountain is usually not deserted, but for those mortals, the master does not even look at them, and they have never appeared in front of people...

Gan Yu frowned lightly, and her glazed eyes showed a little doubt. She thought that the master hated the 'Jade and White Jade Soup' as much as she did, but now it seems that it is not the case.

She subconsciously looked at the strange boy again, feeling a little puzzled in her heart.

Why?

This strange boy... who is it?

"Is this your first time cooking this dish?"

Liuyun's voice is like the clear and cold stream in the mountains.

"It's the first time." Qing Nuoyan smiled. When he smiled, he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his blue eyes shone with the afterglow of the setting sun. "I've been studying for a long time."

Do it for the first time.

Liu Yun stared at the strange boy and paused.

Liu Yun has not understood what happened 600 years ago.

She also tried to ask the emperor about Fu She, but the answer she got was disappointing: Fu She was a sinner, he committed heinous crimes, absorbed the longevity of the Yasha Immortal, and he practiced sorcery and eventually became obsessed.

If he was really insane, then why did he say those words in front of the cave that day?

Why did he come to say goodbye?

That was the last time Zhenjun Liuyun borrowed the wind to see his stupid apprentice. The next time we met, he lay down in a pool of blood, his eyes were empty, his body was broken piece by piece, like gray butterflies flying lightly.

"sorry."

"Feel sorry."

"But I don't regret it. Do it all over again, and I'll do it again."

Is he apologizing for practicing sorcery... But since he can bear to swallow the lives of his relatives, and his mind is so cold and cruel, how can he apologize?

Or is it all just his 'acting'?

True Monarch Liuyun Borrowing Wind has been perplexed and wandering for 2000 years.

The way he said that, with his head down, biting his teeth lightly, his shoulders were trembling,

Liu Yun had never seen Fu She like this, or in other words, he had only seen it like this when he was a child.

He was wronged, but no one listened to the child's grievances, so he could only come to the master.

"I'm an unworthy apprentice."

"I'm incompetent and weak, and this is the only way I can think of."

"I will leave as a sinner."

The method, what is the method...?

Pain, she felt pain.

Fu She's child will always be like this, a dull gourd. He was like this when he was a child, and she is like this when she grows up. She has always had her own opinions, and she always does things without telling others...even from her master.

He did it secretly, and he did it very well. He is very mature, the kind of maturity that will leave sooner or later.

Float's death...

It is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface.

This is the only thing Liu Yun can confirm.

But no matter how she investigates, she still finds nothing. It seems that all traces have been erased by a certain existence until this young man named Qing Nuoyan appeared.

I don't know why, maybe it's just a pure sixth sense.

But cultivators always believe in their own inspiration.

The boy felt very kind to her.

Is this the first time making this dish?

Liu Yun borrowed Feng Zhenjun to think in his heart.

"Master..." Seeing Zhenjun Liuyun not speaking for a long time, Gan Yu tilted her head and asked softly: "—You?"

The next second, she was surprised.

Her pupils widened slightly, and for the first time, her golden eyes showed surprise.

Zhenjun Liuyun took advantage of the wind to step on the rippling lake, and walked lightly to the stone table by the lake. She paused, as if hesitating. After a long silence, she gently took a mouthful of tofu, put it in into the mouth.

Liu Yun closed his eyes.

It was very warm, maybe it was the residual heat from the setting sun covering his body, or it was the hot air swallowed in his throat - giving Liu Yun such a warm touch as Feng Zhenjun.

Taste is also a memory.

"Gan Yu." She slowly opened her eyes, the sky blue eyes looked at the girl, she said softly: "Maybe you should come and taste it too."

Maybe you should try it too.

Gan Yu is very obedient and gentle, and she is very filial to Master. She will do whatever Master arranges, but she only refused in this matter. She shook her head calmly, and she said softly :

"...I'll just forget it."

The setting sun is completely gathered in the tombs of the mountains, the night is surging, and the cold wind in early spring is cold and cold. It is on such a night that Gan Yu calmly expresses her rejection without any hesitation:

"Sorry, Master."

"Are you still hating..." Liu Yun whispered something, as if thinking about something, finally, she nodded, "That's fine, that's fine."

"That's fine," she said.

-

Qing Nuoyan couldn't understand what they were talking about, but the immortal ate the soup he made...

He originally thought that the immortal would not eat it.

I thought that the dishes he made would really be like tributes, coldly placed on the altar, ignored by no one, losing the temperature alone.

That would be a pity, obviously I spent a lot of effort.

But now, he is very happy.

Just pure happiness, involuntary happiness.

Inexplicably happy.

He didn't know why either.

Obviously just strangers.

When Kitchen God taught Xiao Fushe to cook, he once said something like this:

"This is the joy that belongs only to cooks. Taste is memory, and the process of cooking is the process of cooking memory. No matter how delicious and careful the dishes are, no one tastes them, and they are just empty piles of cold ingredients and spices.

When to eat it, whether it is dinner or breakfast, in the evening when the sun is setting and the sun is setting, or in the morning when the sun breaks and clears the turbid air, who will I eat it for? When I cook, I can't help but imagine, that person Do you smile when you taste it?Will you be happy?With such wishes and intentions, you will be able to cook the best memories.

Because the person you are willing to cook for her must be your closest person.It is this person who endows the ingredients with the real taste of spices—that is called memory. "

The Kitchen God is usually taciturn and rarely speaks. It was rare for him to speak such a long paragraph that day. It is a pity that Xiao Fushe did not understand the meaning of it.

But now, Qing Nuoyan can understand that feeling, but unfortunately, he has already forgotten this sentence and those people.

"Young man." Xianhe's cold voice interrupted Qing Nuoyan's contemplation, "What's your name?"

"Qing Nuoyan." He replied: "Nuoyan's promise, rock's rock."

"This name is average."

She said that Master Liuyun Borrowing Wind is said to be very good at chatting, but in fact she doesn't know how to chat. She always speaks straight and straight, with abrupt turns:

"This immortal is the True Monarch Liuyun Borrowing the Wind."

——"Are you willing to worship Ben Xian as your teacher?"

You may wish to worship Benxian as your teacher.

The tone of this sentence is not high, and it is very calm, as if talking about a rare and ordinary thing, so that everyone was stunned, and did not react for a long time, as if what they heard just now was just an auditory hallucination.

Just a joke.

"What... what?" Qing Nuoyan moved his lips.

"Are you willing to worship Ben Xian as your teacher?"

Zhenjun repeated it again.

...Master is going to accept disciples again?

Gan Yu was surprised.

Although it sounds like a joke, Liuyun's attitude is not like a joke - the cold moonlight floats the shallow reflection of cypress trees, Liuyun stands above the water and moonlight, staring at Qingnuoyan seriously ,

"You are destined to be immortal. If you stay on the mountain to cultivate, you may be able to escape the suffering of the world."

She said seriously: "Maybe, you won't be in pain anymore."