Crazy favorite concubine

Chapter 72
It is not difficult to make a mechanism on a small box, but to make a triple mechanism on such a small jade box without destroying the jade box itself, the difficulty is beyond the reach of ordinary realms.

Yun Chuyue didn't expect that just a box would be so extraordinary, and the things inside might be even more precious, and it was the first time she met the man, so what was the purpose of giving her such a precious and rare thing as a gift?How could this person know that there is another world in this parallel space?I began to secretly speculate on the identity of the man in my heart.

But she was not stupid enough to return what she got, so she gently opened the box, and a silver-white light flashed in front of her eyes, which was not dazzling, but it was enough to highlight the extraordinary value of the item.

Yun Chuyue blinked twice before she could clearly see the faintly lustrous... flute?Jade flute?

Carefully pick up the snow-white jade flute in the box, it feels warm to the touch, it is extremely smooth and delicate, and the lustrous luster is clamoring wildly: I am awesome!I am not ordinary!I am extraordinary!Lao Tzu is very mysterious!
However, after looking at it, Yun Chuyue felt that the flute was too short, right?It's only about six or seven centimeters long, why should a normal flute be one foot?

This is, the one who gnawed on the chicken leg really seemed to have back eyes, took a sip of sweet-scented osmanthus honey, and turned his voice into a voice that only Yun Chuyue and her could hear: "The soul flute, except in my hand This verse, there are four more, whether you can collect them all depends on your good luck." After finishing speaking, he continued to bury his head in hard work.

Yun Chuyue was startled at first, the man's martial arts realm seemed to be not below Lan Yu's, then she thought about it again, and she always felt that she had heard the word "Soul Flute" before... Where was it?
A white light flashed in her mind, she turned around, and looked at the man in shock, this was the first time Yun Chuyue let her expression go beyond her control...

The man ate and drank enough, wiped the grease left by the chicken legs around his mouth, waved his sleeves over his head, and the room suddenly shone brightly!
"Are you a magic stick? Monk Qianji?" After Yun Chuyue finished speaking, the man who took off his wig and disguise slowly stood up.

At this moment, the man really had no hair on his head. He was wearing a light gray monk's robe, which was a little old but clean and tidy. It was quite different from the sloppy attire before. He smiled and burped with a smell of wine and meat. Putting his hands together, with a faint white light glowing on his body, he said to Yun Chuyue, "Amitabha, Xiao Zeng is just a thousand chances!"

Yun Chuyue glanced at the whole Roasted Chicken with Lotus Leaf Honey Sauce that was killed by Qianji alone, as well as a pot of planning honey brew worth thousands of dollars, the corners of her mouth twitched in distress...

Nima!This magic stick is actually a monk of wine and meat!What a thousand machines!Obviously "owed chicken"!Pit father ah!
Hearing that the wine and meat monk admitted that he is the "Thousand Machine Monk" resounding across the Taoyuan mainland, he suddenly felt that the rumors were misleading!I thought to myself, a scruffy young man with hair like a bird's nest, drinking alcohol, eating meat, and maybe flirting with girls, who would associate such a person with the magic stick that everyone worships in the world ?No wonder so few people have seen him!

Despite the grief and indignation in her heart, Yun Chuyue still didn't forget the issues she cared about, so she opened her mouth and asked, "I'm talking about the magic stick...the one...Master Qianji..." I have to bow my head to ask for help from others." The 'spirit from another world' you mentioned just now, and you said I understand... then can you tell me, how do you know that I am a 'soul from another world'? Also, I heard those people mention you before At that time, I also said a sentence, "The birth of the imperial soul, and the ancient times are unified" What does it mean? Why did you give me a section of this imperial flute?"

Qianji smiled faintly: "The passage you heard is just part of the dream entrusted to me by the gods. The complete one should be 'a soul from another world, a phoenix coming to the Taoyuan, a royal soul comes out, and the ancients are unified' and you are that soul, more It’s that phoenix, it’s already happened, but after that...Xiao Zeng can’t say anything...There are some variables that cannot be controlled by me as an ordinary person. It’s up to people. I have already concealed the first two sentences from the world for you, and the following , It’s up to you... Amitabha, thank you benefactor for your hospitality, and Xiao Zeng bids farewell.” After Qian Ji finished speaking, he regained his slovenly appearance and prepared to leave.

Yun Chuyue understands, he doesn't want to explain clearly, it's useless to ask, but he can know that he is not from this world, he really is a magic stick with two brushes!

If people in the world knew that Yun Chuyue was appraising the Qianji they had worshiped for so long in their hearts, they would definitely vomit blood in groups, even sharpen their knives, and attack them in groups!
Yun Chuyue had just praised a few words from the bottom of her heart, when Qianji who had already walked to the door turned her head and said, "I thought about something, but I still think it should be told to the benefactor."

A certain woman quickly pricked up her ears, thinking that Qianji had figured it out, and planned to give some pointers.

Qianji opened his mouth and said: "The lotus leaves are ripe in August, the honey juice is added with a little lotus fruit, and the chicken is tenderized for three days. Before the honey is brewed, a little lotus petals are sprinkled into the altar and then brewed in the soil. Xiao Zeng decided I will see you again!" After finishing speaking, the monk left gracefully.

Shihua Zhongyun Chuyue, with a terrifying face, faintly throbbing veins on his forehead, and creaking molars at the back, made Melissa startled when she saw Qianji leave and opened the door to come in. What's going on?
Seeing that Melissa was full of question marks, Yun Chuyue immediately returned to her usual indifferent expression, and wrote down what Qianji said just now with a piece of paper. Although she was depressed, she still agreed that what Qianji said was indeed good, if it was true what he said Improvement, presumably the guests of Chuchen Feast will linger even more.

Thinking that there will be more money in the future than now, Yun Chuyue's eyes glowed with gold, and she decided that the next time she sees Qianji, she must let him taste the other dishes in the restaurant one by one, and then wave a small leather whip behind her to let the magic stick Record the improvement of each dish one by one...

A certain woman was thinking evilly in her heart, and Melissa had a question mark on her face behind her...

Yun Chuyue returned to Prince Yu's mansion with Yuhun flute, intending to study it with Lan Yu at night, but the magic stick didn't give me a score, so she must remember to ask for it next time.

A certain girl in a good mood came out of Yaoyue Pavilion and had to pass through Flower Street to return to Prince Yu’s Mansion. Apart from brothels, there was also a small night market on both sides of the street, which was equivalent to the summer food stalls in Huaxia. There are many varieties of sugar figurines and stinky tofu, and the fixed stalls are clean and hygienic. It is very lively at night.

Yun Chuyue's dinner was eaten up by the magic stick, and she is still hungry. She planned to eat some snacks before going back. She walked to a stall selling fried rice cakes and sat down, and said to the boss: "Come here, don't you want it to be spicy?" Sauce."

Seeing a beautiful woman visiting, the boss deliberately put two more yuan in Yun Chuyue's share. After a while, the steaming fried rice cakes were on the table. The greedy worm is desperate: eat quickly, eat quickly.

(End of this chapter)