The only way

Chapter 282 Wind and Thunder Wings

The slender white fingers brushed the snow-white hair on his bosom, which was as soft as silk and satin.

Lingchu looked down at the drunk clear sky, and lightly touched the sides of his back with his fingertips, where there were two small meat buns.

At that time, Lingchu obtained several fragments from the unknown treasure hall almost by his own life. After Lingchu arrived in Chishui Department and had his own residence, he took them out to look at them one by one.

She didn't know what was inside those fragments, because they were sent away by the collapsed space before they had time to check.

So, three years ago, when Lingchu opened the storage bracelet and looked at the pieces one by one, it was like a festive time when relatives and friends gave her gifts, and she opened it with anticipation and curiosity.

Although Lingchu had made preparations early on, logically speaking, the cultivation base of the one person and one demon who faced each other in the treasure hall when they died, even in today's cultivation world, is the best in the world, and their belongings, It must not be simple, what's more, the treasure that can survive thousands of years without being wiped out is not simple in itself.

Lingchu snatched a total of eight streamer fragments. The first streamer fragment was a drop of blood essence from the divine beast White Tiger, and the second and third streamer fragments were the divine beast bones of the divine beast White Tiger. These were all absorbed by Qingkong up.

After the clear sky absorbed it, he fell into a deep sleep on the spot.

She fell asleep for a full year before waking up. During this year, Qingkong's cultivation base has been continuously rising, but in more than half a year, she broke through to the middle stage of foundation establishment, and then gradually stabilized.

However, the improvement in cultivation was only the second most important thing, two meat buns appeared on Qingkong's back.

According to the drop of the divine beast White Tiger's blood essence refined by Qingkong, part of the Divine Beast White Tiger inheritance that was opened told it that it was about to grow a pair of wings, the wind and thunder wings of the divine beast White Tiger.

Riding the wind and controlling the thunder, swift and majestic.

However, in order to really grow wings, Qingkong had to wait for Qingkong to finish refining the drop of the blood essence of the white tiger and the two bones of the beast.

Because one of the bones of the divine beast is the wing bone of the white tiger of the divine beast. Once refined, the wind and thunder wings in the clear sky will definitely be extraordinary.

And Lingchu, who is the owner of Qingkong, is very happy, because when Qingkong grows wings, then Qingkong can carry Lingchu to run on land, and carry Lingchu to fly in the sky.

Not bad, not bad, it can save Lingchu to buy a flying magic weapon spirit stone.

Following behind Ah Luo, Lingchu looked indifferent on his face, but thought a lot in his heart.

Looking at it this way, the clear sky looks like sea, land and sky, only one sea away.

The dinner of the Harvest Festival was very lively. In the center of the Chishui tribe, a fire pile several meters high was set up. In front of every door, colorful ribbons were tied, or a brown wheat stalk was inserted obliquely. Or a bundle of bright and bright flowers, or a long green leaf.

This is all very particular. If there is a girl to be married at home, flowers are placed on the door. If there is an adult son in the family, it is long leaves. If there are elders in the family, it is wheat stalks.

Of course, if you have them all, you can hang them all, or you can pick one.

Just to make sense of it.

Surrounding the fire, there were people from the Chishui tribe sitting in a circle. They spread a layer of sackcloth on the ground at random. In the center of the sackcloth, there was a bowl of sharpened grain and a bunch of fresh flowers. There is a long green leaf.

And a jar of wine brewed from grain.

The men held a large pottery bowl and filled it with tall grain wine. You and I toasted each other and said words of blessing.

The women wore various clothes, with colorful silk sash around their waists, holding hands, dancing the Northern Wilderness Harvest Dance around the fire, singing while dancing.

The crisp and melodious singing echoed throughout the oasis.

Lingchu was pulled by Aluo, tied a colorful silk sash around her waist, held hands, and joined the dancing team.

People from the Chishui tribe who participated in the battle with the Molang tribe, when they saw Lingchu, they subconsciously felt fear and respect. The Northern Wilderness tribe respects the strong.

I have never seen Lingchu calmly walking through the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, with a ferocious monster beside the Chishui women, except that this very good-looking girl is a bit out of place and mysterious, but there is not much. Awe.

Although they are somewhat unfamiliar with each other, they are people who have lived in the same clan for three years, and everyone is at least familiar with each other. Therefore, when Alora came to dance with Lingchu, the girl from the Chishui tribe Although they were surprised for a moment, they still held Lingchu's hand with a smile on their faces, and enthusiastically taught Lingchu how to dance the Harvest Dance.

It's not difficult, with the memory of the foundation-building cultivator at the beginning of the Ling Dynasty, even if no one explains it to her, she can learn it after watching this dance once.

However, Lingchu looked at the girl from the Chishui tribe who taught him how to dance with joy and enthusiasm on her face, but she didn't say much.

Lingchu is indeed not used to dancing like this, but such a lively atmosphere is indeed easy to infect people.

Lingchu has always been a free-wheeling person, although this is a bit awkward, it also makes her feel a little novel.

With a playful heart, he also ignored the strange sights around him.

Lingchu danced along, but didn't sing along.

After staying in the Chishui Department for three years, Lingchu has already mastered the language of the Northern Wilderness. If you don’t know the details, just listen to the fluent Beihuang dialect, no one will doubt that she is from the Northern Wilderness. people.

The Harvest Festival was very late. After the Harvest Dance, a big fat sheep was roasted. The four hooves were tied to the grill, and the flames were blazing.

Baked until the skin is crispy and the meat is tender and oily.

The roasted whole lamb is shiny with oil, and a burnt aroma lingers throughout Chishuibu.

Among the tribesmen who were good at knife skills, the sharp knives in their hands were nimble, and as the knife flashed, they sliced ​​pieces of roast mutton with meat on the belt.

Pack the dishes one by one and pass them on to all the clansmen present.

Lingchu also got a piece, holding a plate of mutton in his hand, Lingchu touched his waist with the other hand, and took out a small sealed porcelain bottle.

When the seal was opened, a spicy smell overflowed. This is the upgraded version of Yu's seasoning bag. While the roasted lamb was still steaming, the crispy skin was sizzling with oil, Lingchu lightly poured some seasoning out, evenly all over the lamb.

After waiting for a few breaths, he boldly picked up the still steaming roast mutton, and took a bite.

The person who roasts the whole lamb has a very good technique.

The outer skin is crispy but not burnt, with a slight salty taste, mixed with the tender roasted mutton under the skin, the original greasy taste is instantly melted away, and the mouth is full of oily fragrance, coupled with Lingchu's Yu's seasoning, a A fragrance that is neither rushing nor dispersing overflows the lips and teeth.

Fragrant, crisp and tender.

Lying on Lingchu's lap, Qingkong moved her nose slightly, and subconsciously licked her mouth with her pink tongue. She was still drunk, so she smacked her mouth twice.

　I originally wanted to use Roasted Whole Lamb as the title of the chapter, but my seriousness stopped me. At the end of the writing, when I looked back at Fenglei Chi, I unconsciously thought of Coca-Cola Chicken Wings, Honey Roasted Wings, and all kinds of wings, hahahaha Ha ha.Thank you Xingyun Lifang, the cloud is deep and the rain is fine, thank you Jason, the warm sun, cherry blossoms, and Qingli are the monthly tickets for lemons.I have to ask my editor again about the exemption, which is strange.

　　
　
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