The early summer sun is already slightly scorching.

In an inconspicuous small valley in the Dongyao Mountains, there is a forest of peach trees. A stream crosses it. There is a kind of spirit fish in the stream that is fat and abnormal, and it is called peach blossom spirit fish because it likes to eat peach blossoms.

The big cafeteria of the Fuguang faction will release the Peach Blossom Spirit Fish task every once in a while. There are often low-level disciples who come to the valley to catch this kind of spirit fish. Therefore, there are always white-clothed disciples walking through the peach blossom forest, or talking and laughing slowly or in a hurry.

Su Jinge hid in the shade of a tree, and with his hands and feet, he quickly scaled and deboned a spirit fish, cleaned it up and cut it into thin slices. In a large cauldron under the old peach tree, the bright red soup tumbles out a strong fragrance.

The spirit fish is not like ordinary fish with a fishy smell, Su Jinge simply put the fish slices into the seasoning and grabbed and tossed a few times. Seeing that the soup in the cauldron had boiled enough, he poured the fish into it.

As soon as she finished doing this, she saw Yun Xing running over with a fish basket, and happily brought the fish basket in front of her and said, "Little Liu, look at how big these shrimp are." ”

Su Jinge wondered: "This is also the task of the canteen?" ”

"It's not."

As soon as Yunxing's words fell, he saw Su Jinge take out a pot from the storage bag again, set up a fire and start boiling water.

Shrimp, it's the best way to cook. Simply put a little salt on it and cook it deliciously. Su Jinge put seasonings in the pot, and as soon as the water boiled, he threw the cleaned shrimp into it.

When Yunyue caught enough of the spirit fish needed for the mission and returned here, the spirit fish and shrimp were already out of the pot. Su Jinge was holding an iron spoon to heat the oil in the spoon on the fire. Yun Xing is cutting a spirit gourd on the bluestone slab.

"Where's the stuff?"

A cold voice came from behind Yun Yue. The three of them turned their heads and saw Han Mengli, who was belated, standing not far away.

Yun Yue saw that everyone had arrived, so she took out the pile of things she had obtained yesterday from the storage bag. One hundred low-grade spirit stones, a small flying sword, and a spiritual food book. The little flying sword is a magic weapon, and even the worst magic weapon is worth dozens of spirit stones. Although it is rare, it is of little value in the eyes of most monks. Yunyue divided the spirit stones into four parts, Su Jinge got ten spirit stones and a spirit food book, Yun Xing Yunyue got thirty spirit stones each, and Han Mengli divided thirty spirit stones plus a flying sword.

In this way, Han Mengli has received far more than two shares.

If it weren't for Han Mengli, Yun Xing Yunyue would have died in the hands of that monk surnamed Xiao. Therefore, after obtaining Su Jinge's consent, he gave a lot more to Han Mengli. Han Mengli didn't shirk either, put away his things and walked away.

"Senior Sister Han, let's eat some together if you're not in a hurry."

Han Mengli originally wanted to refuse, but he didn't want Su Jinge to pour the spoonful of hot oil on the fish fillet at this time. With the sound of zizi, a fresh fragrance mixed with spicy came to his nose, and Han Mengli's throat moved. Look at the boiled light pink shrimp and the watery spirit melon. Han Mengli's feet couldn't move.

After Han Mengli sat down, he found that there were four pairs of dishes and chopsticks on the bluestone slab. On the cold face, the butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly.

Su Jinge took out a small jar of Sydney spirit wine, patted the sealing mud, and a refreshing sweet aroma of wine spread with the breeze.

In the peach forest not far away, a round-faced Qi cultivation disciple took a deep breath, "Good girl, what are these senior sisters doing, it's so fragrant." ”

The companion of the round-faced disciple rubbed his rumbling stomach and urged, "Go back quickly, and let's hurry up and eat after handing over the task." ”

"Hey, senior brother, didn't you just get a bottle of Bigu Dan yesterday?"

"Are you going or not? If you don't go, I'll go myself. ”

"Hey, senior brother, wait for me." The round-faced disciple reluctantly glanced into the depths of the peach forest and hurriedly caught up with his companion.

Walking far away, I vaguely heard singing in the peach forest with the warm breeze.

"Green melon broken jade sake drink,

The spring breeze is ten miles of forgetful songs.

Step on the moon and follow the wind, laugh and leave your troubles behind.

Lie down with wine, drunk and look at the green shadow.

The east wind is soft, dyed and laughing.

When I am drunk and singing, you are peaceful,

Sing a song of juvenile amusement,

The warm wind blows, and the spring shirt is thin.

Drunk into the flowers,

I have forgotten it, the years are going to be geometric, and the twilight is so much. ”

The wind of late spring and early summer blew so softly that it lifted the broken hair on the young monk's forehead. Senior brother's snow-white robe fluttered and danced as he walked. In front of him was the vast green hills, and the distant singing behind him loomed in the wind.

Many years later, the round-faced monk still remembers this image. Even the appearance of the unknown senior sister in the peach forest is very vivid, so vivid that she can still recognize it at a glance after years of goodbye.

At that time, he was already a record deacon in the Tibetan Scroll Building. It was also a breezy and soft afternoon, and a girl in a snow-white robe appeared in front of her, handing over the jade plaque. The eyebrows and eyes suddenly coincided with the little senior sister in the depths of my memory.

"Ah, you're the senior sister who makes fish!"

Su Jinge froze slightly, looking at the round-faced monk in front of him, he really couldn't remember the time he had seen this when he was a fisher.

"Ahhh The round-faced monk exclaimed in hindsight, "You only practiced the sixth layer of qi six years ago. ”

After a moment, the round-faced monk put away his surprised expression, it turned out that this little senior sister was an elite disciple of the Heavenly Spirit Root. It was inappropriate to call her senior sister, and the round-faced monk returned the jade plaque very respectfully. "Uncle Su, the disciple is rude."

"It doesn't matter." Su Jinge smiled slightly, took back the jade card, raised his feet and walked into the building.

Looking at the shelves full of spell jade slips in front of him, Su Jinge sighed heavily.

Chonghua Zhenjun has not been out of the customs for ten years, and even the ancestor who was supposed to be out of the customs ten years ago has not been out of the customs yet. Others are elite disciples, and she is also an elite disciple. Others have masters, and she also has masters. Why is she like a free-range person?

Now that the practice of qi is complete, Su Jinge wants to go down the mountain to practice, and by the way, he will find the big opportunity that belongs to him in the original book. It's not good to break into the world with a water knife. Master didn't go out of the customs, so he had to rely on himself.

Su Jinge took the trouble to look at the jade slips on the shelves one by one, and still didn't find a suitable one after an afternoon.

Su Jinge took out a piece of spiritual rice cake and put it in his mouth, and continued to flip through the jade slip with his other hand.

There is a saying: when the real unexpected comes, it often comes without warning.

Su Jinge is now facing such a situation. The action repeated hundreds of times was made again, but there was an accident. Su Jinge picked up a jade slip, and just probed into a little spiritual power to check it, a flash of spiritual light flew out of the jade slip, and quickly sank into her eyebrows.

The bitten spirit rice cake fell to the ground, and Su Jinge also fell to the floor after him.

In the fog, she felt like she had fallen into a deep lake, and the warm water wrapped every inch of her skin. A beautiful woman fluttered in the water, and with her movements, a flash of spiritual light flashed. Her every move carries a subtle soft aura, like a drizzle of early spring gently moisturizing all things.

Her figure was ethereal and blurry, but every movement fell in Su Jinge's eyes very clearly.

The time in the dream seems to be very long, so long that it seems to make a person look white. In reality, it has only passed a few dozen breaths.

Su Jinge sat up, looking at the sunlight from the window lazily spreading all over the ground with a blank expression. At this moment, the emotions in my heart are already surging.

Fall! Aren't ordinary magical exercises and spells placed in inconspicuous corners? Isn't it supposed to be weird and dusty? Why is it so arrogant to mix in ordinary spells?! If she is so good that she doesn't die, she has to ask her to learn if she is forced to buy and sell.

Looking down at the broken jade slip on the ground, Su Jinge wanted to cry without tears.

To say that this set of spells can be regarded as unique. This is probably the only healing spell in the Zhongyuan Continent. But the problem is that there is a ban attached to it, once you learn this set of spells, you can't use any water attack spells.

Su Jinge tried his best to calm down, carefully probed his sea of consciousness, and sure enough, he found a touch of divine sense. If she uses an attack spell, the Divine Sense will kill her in an instant.

This jade slip will only recognize the person who is a single water spirit root, and the prohibition is not allowed to use any water spells. The villain in Su Jinge's heart slammed the table again and again, even if it is a wet nurse, she should be able to use a few tricks to defend herself and fight monsters.

I don't know if the predecessors who passed down this jade slip are still here. What is saving the life and helping the wounded, stopping the war and stopping the killing, she Su Jinge has no objection. The problem is, senior, you can't use your own attack skills, and you can't force others to do it too. How can this delicate and frail person go out.

Su Jinge walked out of the Tibetan scroll building and looked at the green shade and flowers outside the building, and had only one thought in his heart: It's okay now, and it won't be possible to break into the world with a water knife. Not a vivid portrayal of immortality.

Someone actually learned the waste wood spell in the Tibetan scroll building!

That man is still a Heavenly Spirit Root.

The Heavenly Spirit Root, who learned the Waste Wood Spell, is a personal disciple of Chonghua Zhenjun.

But after a dinner, this freshly baked incident spread all over half of Fuguang.

Ning Xin Zhenjun, who had just come out of the customs, felt that his head seemed to be hurting again.

As soon as he got out of the customs, he saw his own apprentice sticking to the door of the cave "Tuo Gu Xin", and learned that he had a new apprentice grandson of Tianling Root, Ning Xin Zhenjun was very happy. The next moment, Ning Xin Zhenjun's smile froze, and the time of payment turned out to be ten years ago. In this way, hasn't that little apprentice been free-range for ten years?

When he heard several Qi cultivation disciples passing by talking about Fuguang's latest headlines, Ning Xin Zhenjun really had a headache this time.

Ning Xin Zhenjun thought of a lot of comforting words, but when he saw Su Jinge, all these words were blocked in his throat alive, and he couldn't say a word.

I thought I would see a very lost and even desperate little apprentice. But who will tell her what happened to the oily girl in front of her who was holding a large bowl of roasted spirit meat and eating?

Su Jinge was having dinner, and was really startled when he saw a beautiful woman in white suddenly floating in front of him with a huge picture scroll. The first reaction was to protect the bowl tightly.

The corners of Ning Xinzhenjun's forehead jumped.

Su Jinge looked at her confusedly, what does this beauty mean? A Chinese Ghost Story? No matter how you look at her, it always looks like she is watching some precious porcelain shatter to the ground.

After a long time, Ning Xin Zhenjun took out a snow-white shawl and waved it gently, and the shawl fell lightly on Su Jinge's shoulder.

"This monarch is your ancestor Ning Xin Zhenjun. This silk silk will be a greeting gift for you. ”

In an instant, Su Jinge had a feeling of finding his mother, and he bowed deeply to Ning Xin Zhenjun and called "Master" with suspicion.

Ning Xin Zhenjun nodded and did not speak again.

Su Jinge felt a little cold, and was uncomfortable staring at the eyes like broken porcelain. So he said, "The ancestor hasn't eaten yet, so it's better to eat some together." ”

As soon as the words came out, Su Jinge regretted it. How could she say such a sentence. Besides, it is too much to let this fairy beauty eat braised pork in a big bowl.

Ning Xin Zhenjun held his forehead, and a sense of déjà vu powerlessness arose in his heart. When he turned around to leave, he caught a glimpse of the pot of spirit beast meat on the small table. I saw a pot full of evenly cut pieces of meat, fat and thin, the color was red and attractive, and the thin and just right thickness of the meat skin was shining with a crystal oily luster. The aroma also seemed to be very different from the spirit beast meat that I had eaten before.

"Immortal cultivators should not be too greedy for appetite, this is confiscated."

Su Jinge had to watch the beauty ancestor float away with a pot of braised pork.

Turning his head and laughing again, there was still a bowl left.