The incense in the incense burner has burned out, but the smell left in the air is still so elegant and peaceful. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info calm, she naturally abandoned all distracting thoughts, sank her consciousness into the dantian, and ran nine turns of soft water.

Nothing was said all night. When the morning sun of the next day woke up the sleeping green mountain, Liu Zhao slowly finished his work, and his watery eyes were clear and clean.

After a night of meditation, the exhaustion of her fighting against Qi Hao was swept away, and the abundant aura in her body surrounded her in the fiery morning sun, producing a layer of dense water vapor.

Liu Zhao pushed the door out refreshed, faced the fiery morning sun, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The mountain air is exceptionally fresh, moist with the fragrance of herbs, which makes people smell and feel relaxed and happy.

The thin morning mist, mixed with a thick aura, floated around the mountains and forests like a dancing elf.

"Ah, my sister is awake!" Across the one-person-high emerald green bamboo fence, Zhuge Liyun's cheerful face appeared on the wall. The little girl's jet-black hair was stained with dew from the branches, and her dark eyes flashed with pure joy behind her long eyelashes.

"Liyun, got up so early?" Liu Zhao looked at the dew rolling on the yellow petals on her sideburns, infected by Zhuge Liyun's happiness, and his mood flew inexplicably.

"My grandfather and I went to the back mountain to collect the morning dew on the blades of grass, and my grandfather said that the incense made by the morning dew is clear and peaceful, and it is the most suitable for cultivation to get drunk." Zhuge Liyun said, raising a Tao Weng in his hand.

"I told me why the smell of smoke in your grandfather's room is so cold, it turns out to be mixed with morning dew." Liu Zhao remembered the fragrance of the room yesterday evening, and said clearly.

"Grandpa is the best at perfumery, but I don't like it." Zhuge Liyunming's eyes dimmed slightly, and there was a little loneliness in his tone.

"Liyun, let your sister Liu come here for some breakfast." Zhuge Langyue's voice came from outside the fence gate of the next yard, apparently he had just returned from the mountain.

"Don't you dare to hold the pottery urn like this, be careful to fall to the ground!" When Zhuge Langyue pushed open the wooden door of the courtyard, he saw his granddaughter standing on an upside-down bamboo basket, holding aloft the dew he had worked hard to collect all morning. In a panic, his steps became unusually agile. In three steps and two steps, he grabbed his granddaughter's side and hugged the earthy yellow pottery urn.

"Hahaha!" Zhuge Liyun looked at his grandfather's cautious appearance, and laughed loudly at Liu Zhao through the fence: "Sister, look, my grandfather regards that jar of dew more than anything else. ”

"Liu Daoyou, why don't you see Qi Daoyou?" Zhuge Langyue greeted Liu Zhao through the gap in the fence.

"He's going to be in retreat for a while." Liu Zhao casually pointed to a room and said.

"In this case, Liu Daoyou will have breakfast with us!" Zhuge Langyue spoke, and the person had already walked into the house casually.

"Sister Liu, come here, just try the flower cake made by grandpa." Zhuge Liyun crossed the fence and beckoned to Liu Zhao.

was invited again and again, even though Liu Zhao didn't have to eat food for a long time, he still opened the courtyard door and walked to the courtyard where Zhuge Zusun lived next door.

As soon as she entered the hospital, Liu Zhao smelled a long-lost aroma of rice porridge, which was boiled in the wood stove for several hours before such a pure grain fragrance would be emitted, which was also made for her by her grandmother in the early morning when she was a child. It wasn't until she grew up that she knew that her grandmother often got up early to make a fire to cook porridge in order to let her drink such rice porridge.

"Sister smelled it?" Zhuge Liyun jumped to Liu Zhao's side, and proudly showed off: "Before we went out, grandpa put the rice porridge in a clay pot and boiled it!" ”

"Wait a minute, grandpa will make us flower cakes!" Zhuge Liyun whispered in Liu Zhao's ear, but his eyes sparkled as he looked at the curling smoke rising from the kitchen. "It's all made from the freshly picked dansu we picked this morning."

Liu Zhao looked enviously at this little girl who was cared for by her grandfather, she could simply be happy for a delicious breakfast.

As they spoke, the two walked into the kitchen. In the simple room, there is only a simple wooden table and a few wooden stools.

Zhuge Langyue was still busy in the stove, and three large black pottery bowls were already placed on the table, and the snow-white rice porridge in the bowls was scattered with crushed dried flower powder.

The aroma of rice porridge is mixed with a sweetness similar to that of roses, which makes people can't help but feel appetizing.

"Liu Daoyou, you're welcome, sit down and eat!" Just as Liu Zhao was looking at the petals in the rice porridge, Zhuge Langyue walked out of the stove with a flat container made of bamboo and a few golden and crispy pancakes in it.

"Thank you Zhuge Lao, such a meal with good color and flavor is really appetizing!" Liu Zhao took the bamboo tray in Zhuge Langyue's hand, and the three of them sat around the wooden table together, and started breakfast in the fragrance of flowers.

It may be that this world also follows the ancient adage of "food is silent, sleep is silent", even if it is as lively as Zhuge Liyun, it is only after quietly finishing the meal that he helps his grandfather clean up the kitchen while chattering with Liu Zhao.

Liu Zhao sat at the wooden table with a bulging belly, smelling the fragrance of food remaining in the air, looking at the cute little girl running in and out as light as a swallow, and the old man with white hair and a kind smile, his heart was full of simple satisfaction.

During the conversation, Liu Zhao learned that Zhuge Liyun liked alchemy. But because her grandfather was not proficient in this technique, she had to follow the female cultivator named Liu Mei to learn alchemy.

Who knows that this woman's skills are not very good, but the shelf is not small. Even though Zhuge Liyun has a high talent in alchemy, she just refuses to teach the little girl seriously, but makes things difficult for Zhuge Liyun everywhere. This is what happened a few years ago when Zhuge Liyun fell off the cliff in the middle of the night, which caused Zhuge Langyue to run away with his granddaughter in a negative mood.

"Alchemy!" Liu Zhao groaned, she had a lot of ancient pills and refining techniques in her hands.

"Liyun, I can teach you some ancient books of alchemy." Liu Zhao hesitated for a moment and said, "But I myself am not good at this technique, you can only figure it out by yourself according to the methods in the classics." ”

"Really?" Zhuge Liyun shook his hand in surprise and threw the black pottery bowl in his hand into the large vat of water. She rushed to the wooden table and knelt on the wooden bench opposite Liu Zhao, her light upper body lying on the table, her thick eyelashes blinking.

"Sister, are you really willing to give me the Danfang classics?" Zhuge Liyun's clear eyes reflected the bright sunlight outside the door, and also reflected Liu Zhaoru's picturesque eyebrows.

"Silly girl, as long as you can understand it, the Danfang and ancient books in my sister's hand are all given to you!" Liu Zhao said with a smile. After decades of being in the cultivation realm, she especially cherishes Zhuge Liyun's straightforward and straightforward character.

"Great! I look, I look...... I'm going to see it all! Zhuge Liyun nodded like pounding garlic, and replied in a series of ways. (To be continued.) )