The only way

Chapter 348 Little Joy

When Lingchu entered the main hall, Fenghe had already floated above the pool, her pink skirt fluctuated like water, and her lotus leaf sleeves fluttered with the breeze.

With red lips and black eyebrows, the pink-faced lotus woman hugged Lingchu.

"Our disciples in Taiqing Mountain, there is only one girl in total. If something happens, Auntie, I will feel very distressed." Feng He, as a big demon of Jindan, hugged Lingchu, looking like she was about to cry, and the beauty was crying. "We don't have many normal disciples in Taiqingshan, one less one feels sorry for the other, ah. Xiao Tianqiu, I didn't mention you."

Lingchu smelled the fresh scent of lotus on Aunt Fenghe's body, raised her clear eyes, glanced at the woman with delicate pink face, and sighed, "Aunt Fenghe, I am very touched by your behavior, but where are your tears? "

Feng He looked like she was about to cry, and her voice sounded like crying, but her face was very clean.

Being exposed, Feng He didn't feel any embarrassment, instead she turned into a heartbroken look, let go of Lingchu's arm, "Little Lingchu, I'm sad."

Then, blinking her moist eyes, the smile on her lips turned into a stream of water and disappeared into the pool.

Zhenjun Duanyi pressed his forehead with a headache, Fenghe's usual image is still very good, but after getting familiar with it, there is a little
Thinking of this, Zhenjun Duanyi looked at the three disciples below, and it was okay, the disciples he had accepted, except for the second disciple, the eldest disciple and the younger disciple were still very reliable.

Yan Bei didn't know what his master's meaningful look meant, but he frowned subconsciously, why did master look at me like that?
Recently, he didn't go out to find someone to fight with. He was only focused on finding treasures for the little junior sister, so he didn't cause trouble.

With a smile in Gu Tianqiu's eyes, he only felt that the burden on his shoulders was very heavy.

There are really not many disciples in Mount Taiqing.

Lingchu didn't stay in the hall for a long time either, and when he brought the little apprentice back to the sect, Zhenjun Duanyi became lazy again.

As for Gu Tianqiu and Yan Bei, after confirming that the little junior sister was fine, they went to work separately.

Most of the matters in Mount Taiqing are decided by Gu Tianqiu. Apart from practicing, Gu Tianqiu is very busy every day.

Yanbei's hands were already itchy, his bones were going to loosen after he hadn't fought with anyone for so long.

And Lingchu, holding a bunch of treasures from his seniors, embarked on the way back to his residence.

Although Qingkong flew with the crane, he was very measured and never left the scope of the main hall. As soon as the master came out, Qingkong flapped his wings and followed behind Lingchu.

It has not been back to the small bamboo house for a long time, and it misses the craftsmanship of Sangzi very much.

Roast chicken, roast duck, stewed elbow.

Thinking about the clear sky makes my mouth water.

Sangzi had already received a message from Gu Tianqiu, and knew that Lingchu had returned.

So, when Lingchu strolled back to the bamboo house, in front of the dense and green bamboo forest, that slender figure was already standing there waiting.

When Lingchu saw that delicate face full of surprises, he was slightly taken aback.

Afterwards, Lingchu also showed a big smile on his face.

"Sangzi, you have established your foundation."

Yes, after five years, Sangzi finally succeeded in building the foundation.

More than ten years ago, Sangzi was just a handyman disciple with low talent, and a maid, who built a foundation. For her, she was just a flower in the mirror, so far away.

Now, she has successfully established the foundation.

Sang Zi looked at the other side with a smile like a flower, just like the girl back then, her eyes were slightly misty, misting the world.

"Well, moreover, I have also become a spiritual chef! The food I cook is no longer just delicious, but can also be refined." Sang Zi smiled, and her eyes were full of expectations and yearning.

She wants to cook for the girl in front of her all her life, and she also likes to cook.

She was very happy to be able to become a spirit chef and join the spirit chef.

So, the first time she saw Lingchu, she wanted to share the news.

Spirit chef?

The girl in Qingshang was slightly taken aback, she didn't expect that Sangzi would become a spiritual chef.

A spirit chef is actually not that simple, just like a elixir, when refining elixir, when to add what elixir, there is a rule, how much heat, how long, how much quantity, all depend on it. It is a science.

When making a spiritual food, you must consider the characteristics of the ingredients, master the heat, and master the dosage of seasoning, which are also knowledge.

Moreover, the more advanced the ingredients, the higher the cultivation level is required to handle them.

Therefore, it is not easy to become a spirit chef.

Many cultivators can make food with spiritual energy, but few people can master spiritual food that tastes good, can give full play to the effects of ingredients, and can improve cultivation.

Moreover, just as there are prescriptions for elixir, real spiritual food also has recipes.

All in all, becoming a spiritual chef is not so easy.

Lingchu has always known about Sangzi's thoughts, but he never thought that Sangzi would choose to become a spiritual chef.

However, it seems that Sangzi really likes to cook.

That's it.

Hearing this, Lingchu smiled slightly, "I'm looking forward to it."

Qingkong, who was following Lingchu, didn't think too much, but he also knew what a spirit chef was. His eyes lit up immediately, and he flapped his wings and flew around Sangzi.

Sangzi also spent quite a while with Qingkong, so he naturally knew what Qingkong meant.

Qingkong was getting hungry, and she smiled even more happily now.

Sangzi went to the kitchen, followed by Qingkong.

Lingchu pushed open the door, looked at the familiar furnishings in the room, his eyes were full of memories.

Open the window, and the eyes are full of pink.

The peach tree behind the house has grown a lot taller in the past five years.

The only thing that remains the same is the scorching peach blossoms that look like pink clouds.

Lingchu jumped slightly, and sat on the window sill. He could touch the trunk of the peach tree with his hand. The rough and dry brown bark was a bit thorny, but Lingchu could feel the joy and intimacy coming from it.

There was no wind, and thousands of pink peach blossoms on the branches fluttered to the ground.

It also landed on Lingchu's shoulders, hair, and palms.

Five years have passed, and the petals of the peach trees are full of aura. If they are used to make wine, the taste will definitely be much better.

Lingchu smiled, and said as a way of discussing, "Xiao Taoshu, can I use your petals to make wine?"

The peach tree shook slightly, and dropped more petals, which fell lightly around Lingchu, as if saying, take more, you're welcome.

With clear eyes, Lingchu touched the trunk of the peach tree and said with a smile, "I don't know, after all these years, have you produced fruit? If you bear peaches, they must taste very good."

As the words fell, a pink glow suddenly appeared on the most central branch of the peach tree, green leaves sprouted, and peach blossoms bloomed.

Afterwards, a little youthfulness was hidden in it.

(End of this chapter)