Ning Xiaoxian was also hungry. In the kitchen, the group of people waited for the immortals to eat and drink comfortably outside, but they didn't have half a grain of rice in their stomachs.

She cooked very quickly, and while the others in the kitchen were still serving the elders' meals, the thirteen desserts in her hands were ready. After telling the little maid to bring it out after the meal, she took a few ingredients from the kitchen, washed and peeled them, and turned to leave.

After all, it is the kitchen of the Xianjia sect, and there are a lot of valuable ingredients in it, in order to prevent mortals from stealing food, the food of the servants and cooks of the Chixiao faction is standard. In other words, if you are found to have eaten something that does not meet your food standards, then the punishment is extremely severe. Although she was very loved by Elder Shan, Song Xiaoxian didn't need to touch this moldy head, so the things she took were the most ordinary. She's the chef again today, and no one else will say anything.

Half a mile away from the kitchen, there is a banyan forest next to the mountain spring water, which occupies a small area, but it is usually inaccessible and quite quiet. Ning Xiaoxian is busy in the kitchen, and always likes to come here to take a break. After struggling to finish the dishes of the vegetarian banquet at noon today, although she was hungry, she was full of the smell of oil and smoke, and she didn't have much interest in rice. The kitchen was as hot as a steamer, and the afternoon sun was so hot that people were sweating.

But she knew that if the monks at the pixel banquet ate some ice food, it would certainly be able to trick the stomach into a pleasant feeling, but for a constitution like her, it was more likely to have a bad stomach or heat stroke. Therefore, under such conditions, the thing she brought out from the kitchen of the sect was actually the most common in the farmhouse - sweet potatoes*.

This was her little base, and she had hidden a pot in the woods, and at this time she took it out to the spring and rinsed it, scooped up a small pot of water, and carried it back to the woods, and picked up some dry branches and leaves, and set up a small fire. It was too hot, the rain was scarce, and there was very little moisture in the branches, so she lit it twice with a fire breaker, and the flames came up.

Cooking a sweet potato soup doesn't require much skill. Peel and wash the sweet potatoes, throw them in, and when the soup is ready, sprinkle some rock sugar. She also put a few extra dried red dates, which can be regarded as replenishing her blood. Drinking a bowl of hot and sweet soup in this kind of weather is actually the most heat-relieving.

The sweet potatoes here are very amazing to her. After traveling to another world, the first meal she ate at Song's sister-in-law's house was roasted sweet potatoes. Perhaps this world has not been subjected to all kinds of terrible pollution by humans, the aura is very sufficient, the growth of plants is generally very good, and the taste is far from being comparable to another world, the sweet potato is soft and glutinous, with a bit of fruity sweetness, so delicious that she almost swallowed her tongue. Since then, she has loved this affordable and delicious farmhouse treasure.

The banyan forest is not far from the banquet site of the head of Mei, and occasionally the joy of silk and bamboo comes with the wind, but it is not clear intermittently. This is only a mile away, but it really separates the immortal gate and mortals into two worlds, and the barriers between each other are tight, and the paths are clear, and they cannot be crossed in the slightest.

Ning Xiaoxian listened attentively for a while, and suddenly smiled: "This music is not played well, don't you think it's too cold to entertain the distinguished guests of Chaoyun Sect?" However, although the musicians invited by Chixiao also played well, compared to the music she had heard, they were thrown out of seven or eight streets.

Changtian said coldly: "At a young age, my tone is not small. ”

Here the mountain springs tinkling, the trees swaying with the wind, and there is music in the distance, and the trance is in a dream. She had already decided to embark on a journey west, perhaps tomorrow. Since then, I don't know if there will be such a relaxing time on the road as today.

In retrospect, the days of living in Reshallow Village were uneventful, but at least they were life-free. I don't know how many people in this mortal world envy such a dull and boring.

The strange thing is that Changtian seemed to know what she was thinking, and her tone softened a little: "If you are reluctant, it will be the same if you leave in a few days." ”

"Why do you want to postpone?" Ning Xiaoxian said with a smile, "Didn't you say that the path of cultivating immortals should be brave and forward, and now you want to retreat before you take the first step, what does it look like?"

"Changtian, you have lived for so long, you must have heard the music played by the immortals, right? It is said that the music played by the Nine Heavens Fairy is the real Divine Comedy?"

When he didn't speak, she acquiesced.

"It just so happens that I know a lot of Divine Comedy, do you want to hear it?"

Without waiting for him to reply, she coughed twice and began to sing softly.

In this situation, she doesn't know why she chose a manly tune like "A Laugh in the Sea", maybe in the face of the unknown future, she actually needs a little encouragement.

This song is also wonderful, it has to be sung by a broken gong voice that is at least over forty years old, half a life of ups and downs, and doves are full of knots to sing, with Ning Xiaoxian's voice, age and skill, she can't sing the vicissitudes of life at all, but fortunately, she bites the words very clearly, although the song does not reach its meaning, this voice still floats out in the wind.

Changtian was in the Prison of Gods and Demons, and at first he just listened to a few sentences casually with an attitude of necessity. However, as he listened, his eyebrows gradually frowned. Since he was imprisoned in the Prison of Gods and Demons, he has fought against the prison day after day, year after year, against the Dragon Binding Rope and the Demon Spring, and even against himself. The so-called "smiling in the breeze, but it is lonely, and there is still a night photo left of pride", isn't it the best portrayal of him now?

Thirty thousand years is enough for the gods and Buddhas to forget many things, but Ning Xiaoxian's song sang so softly in his ears, as if those memories were released from the bottomless abyss. Those happy battles that sacrificed life and forgot death, those intertwined fairy pasts, and the feelings that could not be celebrated in the world, it turned out that he had never forgotten them. It's just that he sits in this prison every day, enduring boundless suffering every second, and while grinding away his edge, it also sharpens his soul and makes his heart more and more stoic.

In her singing, the waves in his heart were quietly swallowed up by the turbulent undercurrent, and chewing on such passionate lyrics and tunes made his mind more unwavering, and his face was more condensed.

At the end of the song, Changtian praised it for the first time: "Good words, good songs." This word and song are indeed a perfect match, and it can actually touch his heart and release his inner demons. But such lyrics and songs are definitely not made by this little girl.

Ning Xiaoxian rolled his eyes, he only said that the lyrics were good and the songs were good, which meant that only he could not sing well.

At this time, someone praised again: "Good words! Good song!"

(PS Tips: Sweet potatoes were introduced to China through many channels, and the time of introduction was also very late, around the end of the 16th century.) But let's cross this Xianxia, don't worry too much!)