Menethil's Power

Chapter 159

A ray of breeze, a bamboo grove, and an elegant residence. There are elegant scholars in the elegant residence, and the elegant scholars recite elegant sentences.

"If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, there will be dragons. This is a humble room, but my virtue..."

Isaacs was wearing a flowing white gown, and his long wheat-colored hair was tied into a loose bun unique to Pandaren. His whole person showed a kind of airy temperament, like a hermit living alone in the mountains and forests.He sat cross-legged in front of the desk, grinding an ink ingot at a slow and steady speed very leisurely, and in front of him was a blank pandaren wide scroll.

"The moss marks are green, and the grass is green..." The groaning stopped abruptly, and Isaacs suddenly showed a constipated expression on his face, and he was stuck.

This is really a bad thing for the atmosphere, because things like forgetting words and other depreciating things fully reveal that the so-called hermit is not a master but just an ignorant scum.Isaacs is also very helpless about this. After all, he has been in this world for almost 20 years. Except for the special memory enhancement of the information about Azeroth, everything else in that world is becoming more and more blurred to him. , like a bubble.

Even a simple "Humble Room Inscription", Isaacs can't memorize it all now, which means that it is not feasible to plagiarize poems and package himself as a literary master.Isaacs was deeply ashamed of this, and he held back the group of traversers again.

Fortunately, there were no other audiences at this time, so Isaacs quickly covered up his embarrassment and continued to study ink.Master Shang Xi said that practicing martial arts is one for strengthening the body and the other is for self-cultivation. Isaacs agreed with this. It happened that another elder in the temple, Elder Shao Bai, was good at calligraphy and painting. Isaacs learned both, and was surprised to find that This turned out to be a method of cultivating true qi.

Sure enough, life is everywhere without practice.

After nearly half a month, the learning results are not very clear, but at least the posture is already in shape.Isaacs lifted the Rabbit Demon Hair brush on the side, pulled up the sleeve of his right hand with his left hand, dipped it in the ink calmly, and then moved the brush full of thick ink to the blank scroll.

Then I drew a chicken in ten seconds.

That's right, there is no other special meaning, this is just the kind of chick that can chirp, and it is still very cute in stick figure style.This chicken is very big, but it only takes up one-tenth of the area of ​​the scroll, but seeing Isaacs's complete ambition, he obviously feels that he has completed his masterpiece, and he still looks like he is about to sign and cover it. Printed posture.

The new painter Isaacs didn't think there was anything ridiculous about his behavior.Of course, painting a chicken is not a practice, and it has nothing to do with the way of painting and calligraphy.But according to his research, unless he is a real master of painting, painting a masterpiece with artistic conception will not have much impact on the practice of true energy, and the real part of practice is the stage of ink painting. .

The ink ingots used by the pandaren are made of ghost iron and black trillium ore, which is hard enough to be used as a lethal weapon.And if you want to grind out such an iron block, you must continuously infuse true energy and destroy the structure, which is an excellent training for the control and continuity of true energy.That's why Isaacs devoted so much of his time to it.

As for what to draw with this hard-won ink, it doesn't matter too much.

Isaacs looked at his masterpiece, and suddenly felt very dissatisfied. How can I, the majestic Prince of Lordaeron, the Lord of Light, and the future Ashbringer, draw a creature like a chicken?This is too out of my image, and he picked up his pen, ready to add a few more strokes to make up for it.

He hesitated for a while before writing, and added a circle of light above the head of the simple chicken.

That's enough, the painting's style has improved a lot in an instant, after all, this is a holy chicken!Isaacs is satisfied, this work can be very suitable for his career and thoughts.He rolled up the picture scroll and put it in the basket beside it. There were seven or eight rolled up picture scrolls in the basket, all of which were the masterpieces of Isaacs in the past few days.

Suddenly there was a light knock on the door outside the house, but before Isaacs could answer, the door was opened directly, and a scent of fragrant wind came, and a crimson beauty came in, "Officer, I'll bring you soup coming."

This situation made Isaacs feel in a trance, as if he had traveled through time again, and it was hard to imagine that the beauty in Han suit in front of him was actually Christaza.The dress of the red dragon girl was obviously greatly influenced by the pandaren style. The long red hair that was loose before was coiled up and a few red jade hairpins were inserted. The red dragon himself was wearing a pink loose skirt. The whiteness on the chest is looming, making people daydream.

Isaacs only felt that his heart stopped beating for a moment. This is beyond the description of beautiful, it is simply stunning.

After finding Isaacs through all kinds of hardships and making a very different confession, Christasa stayed by his side very naturally, and she didn't have any aversion to living in the same room.Isaacs originally wanted her to send the news of his safety back to Lordaeron, but he didn't want to be sternly rejected by the red dragon girl.

"The whereabouts of this big tortoise are erratic. I managed to track it down. If I leave again, it will be almost impossible to find it again. Do you want to live on the back of a turtle forever?" Christaza said very domineeringly:' Besides, you are now the fighting power of a groundhog, how can I rest assured to leave you here alone? '

Isaacs was very moved, and considering that Lordaeron would not experience much turmoil for a long time to come, he no longer forced Christasa to leave.The life of the red dragon girl in the Wandering Isle is not bad. After the experience of losing her power, she is not disgusted with getting along with mortals now. Although she will show a natural sense of superiority from time to time, the warm and friendly pandaren tolerate this. .

The life on the island is leisurely and comfortable, which made the active Red Dragon very uncomfortable, but Kristaza soon discovered what she was interested in. Her deepest impression of mortal life was food. Therefore, she was quickly conquered by the pandaren's spring rolls, dumplings and noodle soup, and as a humanoid dragon, her appetite quickly won the pandaren's great favor.Christasa, who has eaten all kinds of food, is no longer satisfied with enjoying delicious food, she suddenly showed great interest in cooking.

And this is the beginning of the disaster.

Due to food intake, the giant dragons have never paid much attention to food, and there is almost no food culture, so Kristaza has no concept of how to cook food.Mrs. Xuan said this when facing her first work, "It can be seen that you respect food very much, so you are so eager to make it well."

Believe me, that's the ultimate compliment to a burnt mess.

And the biggest victim is Isaacs, because the arrogance in the red dragon girl's bones makes her think that her spouse is the only person on the island who is entitled to eat what she cooks.Therefore, although Christasa is very attractive now, and even learned the unique and itchy title of "Guanren" among pandaren, Isaacs still has an expression of resignation.

Christasa put the earthen pot in her arms on the table, lifted the lid and filled a bowl for Isaacs.The steaming soup was milky white, which made Isaacs heave a sigh of relief. Compared with the charcoal, paste, and unknown black liquid before, this is at least the color that food should have.

He took the soup bowl and asked casually, "What is this made of?"

"Silkworm chrysalis, Mrs. Xuan said that this kind of food is rich in nutrition. I think it can be used to make soup for you." Christaza smiled like a flower, "The taste may be a little salty, but it doesn't matter, I added a lot of it sugar."

Isaacs wanted to take a sip, but he froze when he heard the words. He put down the soup bowl and looked at Christaza solemnly, "Honey, the food I have eaten these days is too greasy. Change to a lighter taste." He pretended to be contemplative, "I think air bibimbap would be a very good choice."

A faint murderous look suddenly appeared on Christasa's face.

Isaacs immediately raised his hand and surrendered, "I've changed my mind, and I can't let you down anyway." He picked up the soup bowl again, and kept stirring it with a spoon, watching the white soup continue to dissolve. He couldn't have the courage to face the tumbling oval black silkworm chrysalis for a long time.

Finally, under Christasa's watchful eye, Isaacs brought the soup bowl to his mouth, but when he felt the indescribably weird taste on the tip of his tongue, all his will collapsed instantly.The young prince dropped the soup bowl and fled, trying to jump out of the window.

But it was obviously futile. Isaacs felt dizzy for a while, and then found that he had been knocked down to the ground. He couldn't beat the red dragon in his heyday, let alone this semi-disabled state.Christaza sat on Isaacs without hesitation, refilled a bowl of soup and sent it to Isaacs' mouth, "Do you want to drink?"

Although separated by a layer of clothing, Isaacs can still feel the amazing smoothness and elasticity of Christasa's skin, but at this time he is not in the mood to feel it carefully. The young prince wants to cry but has no tears. How can this be soup? , It’s simply the otherworldly version of Dalang drinking medicine.He kept his mouth shut, expressing the attitude of "I will never give in even if you torture me".

But whether the situation counted as torture, and whether Isaacs himself enjoyed it, we don't know.

This stalemate didn't last long, and Chen Xionghun's voice suddenly came from outside the house, "Ai, are you there?"

"I have an appointment with Senior Brother Chen and Senior Brother Yuan today." Isaacs said in a low voice.Christassa glared at him angrily, but she got up obediently. Although the red dragon in charge of life was relatively open, it was not so shameless in front of outsiders.

Isaacs heaved a sigh of relief, "Brother, I'll be here right away." He answered while tidying up the messy clothes with Kristaza. Two minutes later, he walked out of the room and greeted Chen, "Good afternoon, brother."

Old Chen was still carrying his iconic large wine barrel, and he was holding a smaller one in his arms. He did not directly respond to Isaacs' greeting, but looked thoughtfully at the folds that could not be concealed on his long gown. , "Ai, you have not recovered from your serious injury, you need to be restrained in some aspects."

Isaacs was embarrassed for a moment, the conscience of heaven and earth, I didn't do anything, but years of thick-skinned recuperation made him remain calm on the surface, ignoring the pandaren's ridicule, "Brother, what kind of wine are you bringing today?" he asked.

"20 years of green bamboo brew." Chen shook the small wine barrel, "Where's that guy Yuan? Hasn't he arrived yet?"

Isaacs raised his head and signaled, "Here, Senior Brother Yuan is here too."

Facts have proved that neither Shimada Gen nor Panda Yuan like to take the usual path.Yuan, who arrived in a hurry, jumped off the roof of the Isaacs residence, holding a scarlet food box in his hand.

Yuan opened the food box, took out three dishes from it and placed them on the stone table next to the bamboo forest, a tempting smell of meat instantly filled the space, "Salt baked bamboo shoots, peanuts, and braised rabbit Demon meat." Yuan introduced.

"You actually use rabbit monsters to cook." Chen couldn't help complaining: "The rules handed down by our ancestors require us to preserve the racial heritage of hozen and rabbit monsters. When you come here, it's like raising meat for meat."

"You don't have to eat." Yuan replied coldly.

"Don't, don't, don't eat it." Chen laughed, picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth, "The taste is crispy, and the taste is fragrant." He ate another piece of rabbit meat, "The soup is rich, It melts in your mouth." Chen let out an extremely satisfied admiration, "I never thought that someone like you, Junior Brother Yuan, would make such delicious food."

Isaacs laughed, "I didn't expect that the top culinary master on the Wandering Isle turned out to be Senior Brother Yuan." He also ate a piece of Rabbit Demon meat, feeling the cheers from his taste buds. "On this island, we are the only ones who can enjoy Brother Yuan's craftsmanship."

Chen opened the wine barrel made of green bamboo, poured the light blue wine into three cups, and a unique fragrance of bamboo leaves came. According to the racial characteristics, Isaacs felt that this taste should be the most popular among pandaren. welcome.

Yuan sniffed his nose, "Green bamboo brew, at least 20 years old." He accurately reported the name and year of the wine, making Isaacs once again confirm that the cultivation of pandaren in food and wine is directly proportional to the level of strength.

"If you drink like this, we will drink up your stock sooner or later." Yuan said to Chen.

Chen laughed loudly, raised his head and drank his own cup in one gulp. "Good wine will be of the greatest value only when shared with friends, isn't it?" He looked at Isaacs, "By the way, Ai, where did you talk about 'Shooting the Condors' last time?"

Isaacs couldn't remember the poems, but he could still recall the general plots of those classic martial arts, and these stories were naturally loved by pandaren with similar cultural foundations.The young prince looked at the two pandaren and smiled.

"You have wine, he has meat, and I have stories." He also drank his own cup, a surge of pride spread in his chest, and then he slapped the table heavily, "It is said that Guo Jing and Huang Rong met Genghis Khan ..."

(End of this chapter)