My whole family cultivated immortality without telling me

Chapter 39 Returning to the Immortal Cultivation World with a thermos cup

Shen Qingyun's right eye hurt but it didn't hurt much.

However, the bruises are still there and tend to turn darker.

"If my mother sees this..."

This assumption is enough to scare people.

No need to think about the consequences.

"Hey, let's go to Sister Baiyi and order some rouge...huh? You're making me stupid."

He gave himself a gentle slap.

Get up immediately.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, two, two..."

After practicing a set of colorful sunshine that was not colorful sunshine, he endured the itching in his right eye, ran to the mirror and took a look, and was happy.

"My identity is different. I am a body refiner now. Shen Qingyun, Shen Qingyun, why are you so awesome?"

He touched his healed right eye happily.

Shen Qingyun walked to the table and sat down.

He took a deep, ritualistic breath and stared at the secret box in front of him.

Hands have been washed long ago.

At this moment, there are slight sweat stains again.

In his eyes, what was in the secret box was not Amaranth multiflorum.

It was three years of family happiness.

"This is just the beginning, Shen Qingyun, come on!"

After sniffing, he carefully opened the secret box.

The fragrance hits the face.

Shen Qingyun's heart tightened, he grabbed a piece of paper and immediately closed the lid.

"Does it need to be cooked before eating Amaranth multiflorum?"

The method of preparation recorded on the paper is a bit troublesome.

"We need to make the black bean juice first. We should have black beans at home."

After carefully writing down the preparation method, he looked at his right eye again to confirm that he was fine, then left the house and went to the main hall to pay his respects to his parents.

The process is as usual.

After leaving the main hall, he walked towards the warehouse and suddenly stopped.

"There's something wrong with Mom and Dad today."

Not looking right.

Not very interested in chatting.

"Is something wrong?"

After thinking about it, he entered the warehouse, rummaged around for a while, picked up a big bag of beans, and went to the kitchen again.

He opened the mouth of the stove and blew on it, and the stove lit up.

After stuffing some twigs in, Shen Qingyun untied the bag and lifted it up. About eighty kilograms of beans fell into the basin.

After washing and draining, he moved a half-person tall porcelain urn and placed it on the stove.

To prepare a tube of Agustium multiflorum, you need fifty kilograms of black bean juice, and one jar is enough for two.

Pour the beans into the water, and there is no need to cover the jar.

After adding firewood to the stove, he estimated that it would burn for a few hours. Then he left the stove and sat on the steps.

After thinking for a while, he got up and came to the courtyard.

He did not practice.

I visualized Zhenwu's body in my mind and began to imitate Hu Niu's body fighting skills.

At the same time, he tried to include the five enlightenments of Zhenwu Yinxian Jue.

After less than half an hour, he stopped, thoughtfully.

"The understanding of Zhenwu's body has some effect on fighting style, but it can't compare with Huniu's fighting."

This is his own feeling.

But it’s also where the doubts lie.

"Is the first level of Zhenwu Yinxian Jue really just a cultivation method?"

He thought and tried.

When the time was almost up, he went into the stove to add more firewood, and then went back to his room to wash up and go to bed.

After almost half an hour, he got up and stood by the window to take a look.

Seeing that his parents' house was dark, he smiled, took the secret box, and tiptoed into the kitchen.

The bean juice in the vat gurgled from time to time, making a sticky sound.

Shen Qingyun quickly blocked the stove opening and carried the secret box to the chopping board.

"The paper says that the Qing Shou Wu can't see the iron, so it's best to break it with your hands."

He carefully opened the secret box, took out two and placed them on the chopping board, then put the secret box away.

Each branch of Agustium multiflorum is sealed with a bamboo tube.

After washing his hands, he opened the bamboo tube and the fragrance came to his face.

"It does smell good, but it doesn't have the intoxicating feeling that the paper says."

Is it a fake?
Shen Qingyun took out the green mango root and looked at this priceless treasure carefully.

About seven inches long and one inch thick.

The shape is irregular and the body is dark.

Like old tree roots, very ugly.

He took a piece of rice-sized green mango multiflorum and put it into his mouth. After a quarter of an hour, he found that there was no discomfort and he was relieved.

"If everything in the Forbidden Martial Arts Division is fake, it would be a joke."

Everything is ready.

He evenly broke apart the green polygonum multiflorum, his movements were very gentle.

But as he broke it off, he frowned.

"I think I ate this thing as a snack when I was a kid?"

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he threw it out of his mind. "What are you thinking about? Grandpa can't buy things no matter how rich he is, and he's just paying for it with nothing."

Two pieces of green Polygonum multiflorum cost 24 pieces after being broken into pieces, which is just enough for a plate.

He carried the plate to the urn and poured it all into it.

"Simmer over low heat until the bean juice is completely absorbed, and the inside and outside of the green polygonum multiflorum are the same color..."

And the entire cooking process requires constant stirring.

"At least four hours."

Okay, no need to sleep.

Yawning and paying tribute to the biological clock, Shen Qingyun picked up the wooden stick and slowly stirred it.

Midsummer nights are even quieter because of the chirping of cicadas.

Shen Qingyun, who hadn't made it through the night, couldn't even open his eyes.

The movements of his hands are still meticulous.

suddenly.

He heard something, woke up, looked outside, and frowned slightly.

Could it be that Dad wakes up at night?

"No way, Dad is only 45 this year, and he gets up at night?"

Subconsciously, words that are inseparable from middle-aged men, such as thermos cup and wolfberry, flashed through his mind.

"There seems to be some wolfberry and red dates in the warehouse. I'll get them for dad tomorrow morning."

time flies.

The night passed.

When the maid Baiyi entered the kitchen, Shen Qingyun had just finished setting the dishes.

A five-story black pagoda is built on a white plate.

"Good morning, Sister Baiyi."

After saying hello, Shen Qingyun was waiting nearby.

Soon, Baiyi made breakfast.

He then followed him into the banquet hall with a plate in one hand and a cup in the other.

Shen Weilong and Yun Qianqian had already taken their seats.

"Dad, mom, morning."

After Shen Qingyun said hello, he put the plate on the table.

"This is the Shouwu cake I specially made. Dad, Mom, try it."

Shen Weilong and Yun Qianqian looked at each other, nodded, and picked up their chopsticks.

All Shen Qingyun's attention was focused on Aegis multiflorum.

Yun Qianqian's eyes were not noticed to be sparkling.

The hands of the two holding chopsticks were also trembling slightly.

"good to eat."

The green mango multiflorum went into his mouth, and Shen Weilong chewed it while talking vaguely.

Yun Qianqian stuffed three pieces in one breath. She couldn't speak and could only nod her head frequently.

Seeing the pieces of green amaranth being eaten by his parents, Shen Qingyun was so happy that his heart melted.

"If it's delicious, eat it up. Oh dad, this is for you. It can keep you warm and refill your water. Eat the dregs after you drink it. You have to stick to it every day."

After Xilihulu finished breakfast, he handed the special wooden cup to Shen Weilong, winked, and left.

He hasn't left the house yet.

Yun Qianqian's tears fell like broken beads.

He dropped and started sobbing.

Until I burst into tears.

Even though she couldn't close her mouth, a certain will prompted her to instinctively chew the Amaranth multiflorum in her mouth.

This thing had no right to enter her mouth.

At this moment, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever eaten in her long life.

Shen Weilong watched his son come out of the house and stood still, clenched his fists tightly, whispered "Success", and then yawned step by step to go to the Yamen, laughing twice from time to time.

He, with his shining sword eyes, also laughed.

Glancing at Yun Qianqian, he disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the Yamen of the Ministry of War.

"On vacation?" Qiu Huaizi asked with concern, holding the fake name, "But is there something going on at home?"

"Ah."

"Do you need help?" Qiu Huaizi asked, "I have some connections..."

Shen Weilong shook his head: "My lord, I can't help."

Qiu Huaizi, who was stabbed again, asked without changing his expression: "How long?"

Thinking that Yun Qianqian would have something to do soon, Shen Weilong pondered briefly: "On the [-]th."

Qiu Huaizi smiled bitterly: "You really dare to speak... Okay, I'm sure. I'll go tell the minister."

"Thank you, Minister."

"and many more."

"What else does the minister have to do?"

Qiu Huaizi smiled and said: "How is Qingyun recently?"

A smile appeared on Shen Weilong's face: "Qingyun is very good."

"That's good, let's go."

After leaving the Ministry of War, Shen Weilong's figure gradually faded and seemed to disappear.

Suddenly I remembered something and returned to reality.

The next moment, he returned to Shen's Mansion, picked up the wooden thermos cup prepared for him by Shen Qingyun, and left the territory of the Qinwu Dynasty in an instant.

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