I slay demons and cook in the world of cultivating immortals

Shen Qinglan, who had been tempered for a day, returned to her small courtyard of Kaiyuan Hall from Xiaoqingfeng, and saw the monk admiring her fish while swinging on her swing.

"When did you return to the Western Regions? Why do you consider us Tongjianmen your home?"

She just can't see herself being hurt while others enjoy it.

Especially if this other person is her brother, it will be even more uncomfortable.

Jealousy made her unrecognizable, and she just wanted this guy to disappear from her eyes as soon as possible.

The monk on the swing swayed high, "After you cure the poisonous wound of Xianjun Shengyi, I will go with you to your small island in the East China Sea."

Good guy, it turned out to be the idea.

At that time, the number one in the demon-slaying conference in the East China Sea had the right to use the island for 150 years.

She hasn't enjoyed it yet, the dog monk stared at it first.

"Then why don't you go to the East China Sea to help me pick it out first, and then go find you after I help Senior Shengyi get rid of the poison."

The monk didn't say anything, Shen Qinglan didn't expect that it would take time to choose this island, and the monk chose the best first.

Unexpectedly, the monk didn't buy it at all, "Shang Jinxing won't talk to me, he just wants to use the island to win you over."

Shang Jinxing, the young master of Wangyue Island's mansion, really doesn't like monks very much.

Even if the monk went, it would be in vain.

Shen Qinglan cut her head, "Tell me why you are so unpopular?"

The monk sneered, "You actually said me, you don't know as many fellow students in Tongjianmen as I do?"

Shen Qinglan stopped talking, she helped Xianjun Shengyi get rid of the poison for more than half a year, and the monk went to all the places that Tongjianmen could go.

The monk couldn't help laughing when he saw her eating soft-shelled turtles, "Benefactor Qinglan should go back to practice, and Immortal Hongshan will probably be dissatisfied tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Shen Qinglan felt dizzy.

After learning the Conferred God Art from Hongshan Xianjun for several months, she still hasn't understood the mystery.

At the beginning, I still hated it, but I didn't expect to find it so difficult when it was my turn to learn.

Hongshan Xianjun also said that it took a long time for Taoist Rong Shan to learn, but Taoist Rong Shan is very diligent every day, except for practicing the other time is practicing Conferred God Art.

In contrast, Shen Qinglan was more slack in his eyes.

Therefore, the number of times it has been said is a bit too much!
Shen Qinglan fell weakly into the huge recliner in the courtyard, "Maybe I don't have this talent."

The monk jumped off the swing, "Don't say that about yourself, remove the possibility, you have to believe in yourself, you just don't have this talent."

Shen Qinglan was furious, and she was going to hammer him if she sacrificed it.

The monk leaped into the air, and a lotus seat appeared under him, planning for Shen Qinglan to make a real move, so he fled with the weapon.

But she was still persuading Shen Qinglan, "What are you in a hurry for? The most important thing for a cultivator is time. If you can't do it in one month, it's two months. If you can't do it in a year, it's two years. There will always be a day when you learn."

Shen Qinglan slumped back into the chair again, "That's right, such a learning environment of rushing ducks to shelves is not suitable for me."

She has been cultivating immortals for some years, but self-discipline and so on are still a bit meaningless.

If her life is at stake, in an emergency, she may be able to explode and stand up.

In this peaceful environment, she still prefers her own rhythm.

Shen Qinglan stood up from the chair, "No, in order not to be nagged by Master Hongshan tomorrow, I'll make two spiritual food for the old man."

She began to search in the storage bag, looking for some special ingredients, and prepared to bribe this somewhat stern Mahayana Immortal Monarch with delicacies.

The monk who was suspended in mid-air also fell to the ground, "Hey, do you think this is the purpose of your master?"

Shen Qinglan didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

"It's just to pick on your faults and ask you to make more spiritual food to honor him? Shut his mouth?"

Shen Qinglan turned to look at him, "Will you tell the truth?"

She remembered that Master Hongshan's eyes were a little different every time he gave Xianjun Shengyi some spiritual food that could assist in detoxification.

But Hongshan Xianjun is really strict on weekdays, so that Shen Qinglan never dared to take the initiative to make spiritual food for him, for fear that if something bad happened, he would be reprimanded.

"It doesn't matter, Master Hongshan taught us to be careful, whether he eats or not, I will make two spiritual food and send it to him."

The monk fiddled with the pots and utensils she took out, "Make more, I'll try it for you."

"You can go away."
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Shen Qinglan has cooked no less than a thousand kinds of delicacies over the years.

She has eaten all kinds of rare ingredients in Tianyuan Continent, as long as she can get them, she has to try them.

Today she wanted to do something special, not only to honor Master Hongshan, but also to adjust her mood.

Cooking is something she likes to do, and whenever she is immersed in it, her mood is joyful and cheerful.

Take out a basket of seafood from the storage bag, such as black gold abalone, monocular giant claw shrimp, purple back jade fat crab and so on.

These were all found by Brother Ling'er for her, and they were rare seafood even in the East China Sea.

She kept it for her own people.

After cleaning up the animal poisons and impurities in these seafood, she threw them to the monk, "Piece into pieces and eat them raw."

The monk has long been used to doing this, so he hurriedly took it.

Shen Qinglan took some seafood and started to cook the soup. After a full hour of cooking, a pot of delicious seafood soup came out.

She fished out the seafood from the pot, and threw in several translucent ingredients.

The monk was curious, "What is that?"

"Isinglass, melted and cooled thoroughly can make the ingredients set."

After the isinglass melted, Shen Qinglan refined the impurities in the pot again.

It's a good thing to be an immortal, otherwise, if you just want to get a pot of clear soup, you have to go through a complicated process.

Now it’s no longer needed, just use spells to scald a pot of seafood into a pot of clear seafood soup.

Shen Qinglan looked around and reached out to pick a few huge golden purple peonies from a distance.

This flower is very fragrant and has the effect of clearing the mind and refreshing the mind.

Shen Qinglan threw a bunch of petals into the seafood soup base with isinglass, so that each petal was covered with isinglass seafood soup, and then took it out and waited for the soup to solidify and form.

Then, she used the spirit control technique that she had practiced to the extreme to tear off all the petals of the Jinyao purple peony, leaving only the transparent layer of formed petals.

Then, the petals were recombined and overlapped, and after a while, several transparent flowers made of seafood soup were placed on the plate.

The monk was surprised by her operation.

"Good guy, you can really make a fuss, you can really make food into flowers!"

Shen Qinglan didn't turn her head back, and continued to work on her own, "Don't eat if you have the ability, I don't do much here, just to save your share."

"Benefactor Qinglan, please don't joke, anyone can not eat it, but the little monk is definitely not allowed!"

"That's enough nonsense. This food must be complete in color, fragrance, and taste. If there is one less, the taste will be bad. I will eat it for you. It is only worthy of a word of chewing peony."