Star Picking Empire, Small Zen Temple. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is one of the guardian sects of the Star Picking Empire, with huge power, and it is rumored that there have been three powerful martial monarchs with prominent status.

Early in the morning, in the open space in the southeast corner of Yan Yimei's house, a young child pursed his lips and was concentrating on painting on a broken picture scroll.

His expression was focused, and although the cold wind hit him, he didn't notice it. Yan Yimei looked at the children outside the window, with a smile on her pretty face, "I didn't expect that I would like to draw without worry." ”

"Drawing the grass, forging real gold with thick ink, how can you live forever without going through the vicissitudes ......of life?"

After a long time, Yan Wuwu put away his pen and sat cross-legged on the ground, "This picture scroll is really powerful, and after a while, the spiritual power has been overdrawn!" ”

In the past period of time, Yan Wuwu has not been easy to cold and summer, and has worked hard and hard, and now he has finally achieved something. Whether it is the text and the scriptures, or the calligraphy and painting, they have reached a rare attainment.

Now that everything has finally reached the time of "harvesting", once the realm is over, a few more times, Yan Wuwu will be able to complete the picture scroll.

Yan Wuwu stood up and began to practice the "Dharma Martial Technique". No matter how busy he has been in the past few years, he has never given up on Dharma martial arts. Although this martial art is nothing special.

But Wang Bukong said, "It is rumored that the Bodhidharma Patriarch who once existed can be sanctified in the flesh, and between conversations, the Dharma is boundless, and he can make the dragon and phoenix bow down, command the heaven and the earth, and follow the law, which makes people yearn for it, and I don't know if it's true!"

A strong man like Bodhidharma Patriarch is too far away, Yan Wuwu came back to his senses, although he yearned for it, but this was a bit fantastical after all.

Yan Yimei in the window looked at the child in front of him, his beautiful eyes were not only stagnant, the baby who was once in his arms was now almost four years old, his thin body faintly revealed a little scholarly atmosphere, and he must have grown up to be a demon who lost his life.

"Knock knock—"

I don't know how long it took, Yan Wuwu stood by the window, knocked on the windowsill with a wicked smile, and said: I'm hungry.

"What do you want to eat?"

Yan Yimei frowned and came back to her senses.

"Hehe, fried meat with bamboo shoots, as well as Liling porridge, and steamed green spirit crab......"

Yan Wuwu looked greedy and said happily.

"I only make Liling porridge............ I don't know what you're talking about! ”

After a pause, Yan Yimei said with some embarrassment.

"Out of the way, follow me to the kitchen."

Yan Wuwu walked ahead disappreciatively.

After a while, looking at Yan Wuwu busy carrying the green spirit crab by the stove, Yan Yimei asked suspiciously: You learned to cook when you were a god.

Yan Wuwu knocked on the shell of the Qingling Crab, gently lifted the crystal clear crab claw meat out little by little, and said gently: "The king taught me."

"It's amazing! Wang Bukong's bald donkey can also cook, I know that the monk is not taboo, I didn't expect to cook vegetables! ”

Yan Yimei's beautiful eyes were already shocked.

Yan Wuwu would have been able to cook so many dishes, but it was really difficult to make excuses for a four-year-old child who would cook so many dishes.

After a while, the meat on the claws of the spirit crab was easily pulled out, and the iron pot on the stove was already boiling hot, and the seasonings such as chopped green onions were skillfully chopped.

After a while, with the pungent aroma, he came back to his senses, looking at the steamed green spirit crab in front of him, Yan Yimei's picky taste buds couldn't help but be moved.

"How about a taste?"

Yan Wuwu picked up a piece of crab claw meat, blew it gently, and sent it to Yan Yimei's mouth.

The refreshing delicacy in her mouth made Yan Yi's face blush, and she said, "It's delicious, I won't make it!" ”

Yan Wuwu took off the apron around his waist, washed his hands, walked to the dining table, and said: Is there any wine?

The Cangyun army is fierce, coupled with the severe cold of the four seasons in Dragon City, spirits are naturally a necessity.

Yan Yimei casually took out a jar and said, "You are still young, so you are not allowed to drink too much."

Yan Wuwu smelled the aroma of wine, nodded emphatically, walked to the stove, brought the prepared meals one by one, and said happily: Is the Liling porridge ready?

Looking at the little face with a drooling face, Yan Yimei felt a sense of pride in her heart, although she can't cook, but I can make porridge!

After a while, the hot lying porridge was served, it was still two lingli, but there were a lot more lingli than usual, and the crystal lingli on the surface was even more sweet.

Yan Wuwu was hungry in his stomach at this time, where could he resist the temptation of Jiali Ling porridge, his eyes suddenly lit up, he picked up the chopsticks, and suddenly took a big gulp, which was extremely sweet.

Seeing that he was happy to eat, Yan Yimei's face was full of joy, and she reminded from time to time that it was too hot and not to eat too fast.

After a while, a bowl of porridge was wiped out, Yan Yimei held the wine glass, tasting the delicious food on the plate, Yan Wuwu took a few bites with chopsticks, and drank the spirits in Yan Yimei's cup, so unhappy.

Looking at the lip prints on her wine glass, she couldn't help but pick up her chopsticks and gently knocked on the edge of Yan Wuwu's bowl to remind her, her pretty face flushed, and she persuaded her: "You are not allowed to drink too much alcohol by yourself, it will hurt your body." ”

Touching the wine glass, Yan Wuwu nodded seriously, "It's not delicious when it's cold, eat more!"

I don't know how long it took, Yan Wuwu put down the wine glass in his hand, leaned back comfortably, and rubbed his slightly bulging belly.

Yan Yimei took the bowl of spirits handed over by Yan Wuwu, smiled and took a sip before saying calmly: In the future, you will cook vegetables.

In the twilight wasteland, there was an incomparably evil heart hanging in the distance, and the red light it emitted, like a huge flame, slowly but surely spread gradually.

A group of people appeared in the open field, and they gathered together, bowing reverently to their hearts, their mouths chanting, and streams of dark red blood filled the space.

"Bang ......"

As the blood qi became more and more intense, the heart beat slowly and vigorously, and with each beat, the surrounding blood qi dissipated a little.

The bodies of the people who knelt down became weaker and weaker, and their faces burned with madness.

After a while, the originally empty wasteland returned to calm again, and where everyone knelt and worshipped, only the white bones remained.

The evil aura in the heart slowly converged, and the blood-colored tentacles supported the entire heart and headed towards the depths of the wasteland.

The sky was getting dark, and one after another figures appeared out of thin air, and the spiritual power of the whole body was surging to the extreme, and the strength could be seen.

"He escaped again!"

The man who spoke was a young man with young eyebrows and a slender figure, dressed in a white collarless gown, carrying a thin wooden sword behind his back, and his hair delicately combed into a bun.

"The master once said that every time this demon finishes sucking blood, he will hide in a place not far away to rest."

It was another young man who spoke, dressed in a tattered kapok robe with swarthy and sharp hair on his head.

The young man with the sword on his back looked at the ant colony that was gnawing at the white bones under his feet, and said: It should not be far away, let's chase.

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