Xue Ling's words seemed very distracting.

But on the other hand, it's true.

That is, the Xiao Soul Inn is indeed about to open, Xue Ling is now the cook of the Xiao Soul Inn, the bee wings of the hive, and she has to go back to cooking and working.

Instead of being here all day with the two adults.

Lu Yuan looked up at Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing smiled: "Everything Lord Lu is in charge." ”

"Then you go." Lu Yuan opened his mouth and said.

Xue Ling thanked him, then turned around and walked down the city tower.

As soon as she turned around, Lu Yuan stopped her behind her.

Xue Ling stood still and looked at Lu Yuan.

"Stay safe." Lu Yuan said softly, a little carelessly, but with a hint of sincerity.

Xue Ling was stunned, not knowing what Lu Yuan really thought.

In fact, she doesn't hate Lu Yuan as much as she did now.

After all, Xue Ling is no longer the original Xue Ling.

But Lu Yuan's attitude has also changed a lot from the beginning.

Maybe the current Xue Ling is really useful to Lu Yuan.

Xue Ling snorted.

"Master Xie."

……

……

After getting off the city wall, Xue Ling couldn't go back immediately.

She changed her clothes first, Jin Yiwei's clothes were not the same as the cook's clothes, or Xue Ling's clothes were completely different from Lin Xue's clothes.

Even if the two identities are no longer so important and different.

But Lin Xue still has the value of existence.

In other words, in Xue Ling's heart, Lin Xue is still very important.

After changing his clothes, Xue Ling returned to the Xiao Soul Inn, and saw Fang Bie standing at the door of the inn, his eyes covered with black cloth to solicit guests, and the brick wall that had been broken before had also been renovated.

Xue Ling subconsciously glanced at the door.

But I didn't see He Ping.

"Where's Sister Ping?" Xue Ling couldn't help but ask.

"It's out." Fang Bei said lightly: "You go to the kitchen first, there are still a lot of things to do today." ”

Xue Ling glanced at Fang Bei, and finally forced himself not to say anything, but passed by Fang Bei, walked into the depths of the inn, came to the smoky kitchen he was familiar with, and then picked up the kitchen knife.

In any case, this is the job that Xue Ling is most familiar with now.

It is more familiar with the work than being a brocade guard and being a hive and wings.

Chop the vegetables, heat the pan, cook and fry in oil.

When the inn reopened, Xue Ling felt as if she was back to her busy self.

This lasted for a whole noon, until after noon in the afternoon, she finally became idle, and took a steamed bun and nibbled on it in her mouth.

The steamed buns are steamed in the morning, soft and delicious, and they are broken off with their fingers one by one and put in their mouths, and they have a sweet taste after being moistened with saliva.

There are pickles and gruel at hand, in fact, Xue Ling has dealt with the past many times at noon.

Things that seemed unimaginable before, when you actually experience them, there is a sense of taking them for granted.

Xue Ling lowered his head and took a mouthful of pickles and put them in his mouth, and the Vajra Immortal Divine Skill in his body was still running, impacting and scrubbing every acupoint.

From the beginning of just a seed, slowly let the seed nourish the whole body and spread out, to now almost on its own in the body to wash and improve the physique.

Although it was said that Master Kongwu gave Xue Ling a good starting point, in the end, it was Xue Ling who let this gift fall into practice in his body little by little.

In fact, Xue Ling doesn't know what kind of state he is in now, according to common sense, King Kong is not bad magic is a water grinding effort, slowly recuperating and transforming the body, that is to say, the older the stronger it is.

But for Xue Ling, she really felt that in the past six months, the speed at which she had become stronger had begun to accelerate little by little.

It seems that every time you go through a battle, every time you invoke King Kong's incorruptible skill, the depth of your own skill will deepen a little.

Perhaps, I am really suitable for this martial arts?

Recalling the words he said to himself when the empty monk passed away, Xue Ling would always have such an illusion.

After all, it was true when she explained it to Lu Yuan and the others, that is, when she was young, she had indeed seen this empty monk and was given the Dharma name True Bell.

But I never thought that when I grew up, I would be awarded this Dharma name again before the death of the empty monk, and inherit the incorruptible practice of Vajra.

When Xue Ling was thinking like this, he heard the kitchen door ring, and when he looked up, it was Fang Bie who pushed the door in.

Fang Bei looked at Xue Ling, who was sitting on the stove and eating steamed buns and pickles, and couldn't help laughing, after laughing, he sat aside and stretched out his hand to Xue Ling: "Give me one." ”

Xue Ling handed Fang Bei a steamed bun, watched Fang Bei stuff it into his mouth and took a big bite: "You didn't eat either?" ”

"You don't know if I've eaten or not." Fang Bei ate the steamed buns in two or three bites, but fortunately, the steamed buns were quite soft and not very choking, and the young man poured himself a bowl of white porridge and drank it all, Xue Ling looked a little distracted.

Yes, she knew how cautious Fang Bei usually was, but it was only at the Xiao Soul Inn that Fang Bei almost never suspected that there was something in the middle of the food he cooked.

Of course, Xue Ling never thought about it, let alone dared to do this.

"And we're going to deliver food to others later." Fang Bei continued.

"Who?" Xue Ling couldn't help asking.

"Shang Jiu Gebei, who else is there besides her." Fang Bei looked at Xue Ling and said like a fool.

Fang Bei didn't ask what Xue Ling said and heard on Lu Yuan's side in the morning.

But Xue Ling felt that he had an obligation to tell the other party, after all, what he heard today was still very important.

"I have some information to tell you." Xue Ling thought about it for a while, and decided to use the way I have some information to tell you, instead of me having something to say to you.

Because if I have something to say to you, it's easy to misinterpret it as a confession or something.

Especially Xue Ling still has a certain criminal record in this regard.

"Is it about the movements of Jinyiwei?" Fang Bei asked with a smile.

He was finishing the porridge he had at hand and then filled himself another bowl.

"Hmm." Xue Ling nodded.

"Let's talk as we go." Fang Bei smiled, and as he spoke, Fang Bei picked up the bamboo basket next to the stove, filled it with a dozen steamed buns, a small jar of pickles, and a piece of braised beef, and a jar of porridge, and then covered it with a lid and put it on Xue Ling's back.

"Let's go." Fang Bei said this, and Xue Ling was a little stunned: "Now? ”

"Of course, Shang Jiu Ge is hungry." Don't say that.

Xue Ling could only nod, checked the stove, and then went out to put the door panel on the inn for a while, and the two of them left the inn.

"That's right." On the way.

Xue Ling carried the bamboo basket on his back and looked at Fang Bei.

"Over there." Xue Ling didn't say the word Jinyiwei.

On the street, after all.

"I'm going to hold a Young Heroes Club."