A week after the incident in Blazing Yang Village, Yang Muqing's injuries were almost all healed.

This is due to his extraordinary repair speed, and the speed of wound healing is particularly amazing, according to Murong Cao's original words: He is simply not human.

Li Hang hadn't shown up since he came back, and he refused to come out because of his "talk", like an old fox who had finally found his cave, and even Murong Cao was indifferent to telling him to go to the bar with the bait he had coveted for a long time.

Li Hang also said that he would not have any entanglement with Wen Ling within half a year.

Murong Cao sneered, it's only been half a year, and you Li Hang have a kind of old age and death that don't get along.

Yang Muqing's ten fingers have minor injuries, and they are not yet flexible, so these days the two of them rely on takeout to pass the three meals a day, Murong Cao is almost going to eat out of the menopausal fire in advance, and there is no good evaluation to give out, it seems that he is sorry for the abused stomach without a few sour words, Yang Muqing eats plainly, and occasionally comments very pertinently.

During this period, Murong Cao went back to his residence twice, but he came back soon, Yang Muqing had some doubts in his heart, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

He had some bad premonitions, but he didn't want to uncover that surface of peace too soon.

It should come, it will always come, just like Yuan Su's love hexagram for him, some things, once the decision is made, as long as you don't doubt it, there will definitely be a result, as for whether this result is satisfactory, there are too many interference factors, and it has nothing to do with the original intention.

On this day, after Murong Cao took care of the affairs at hand, he collapsed on the sofa and pretended to be dead for a long time, squinted at Yang Muqing's hands, and fought for a long time in his heart, and finally put away the capitalist's ruthless squeezing thoughts, but he refused to order takeout anymore, so he took Yang Muqing to a private restaurant that she liked before, saying that although the chefs there were not as good as Yang Muqing's skills, some of the small dishes were quite delicate and could be tasted.

Spring on the riverbank, the name is very poetic, the layout of the small shop is also very elegant, vines around the fence, blue grass hangs high.

A dish of "spring river water is as green as blue", lightly and lightly spinach loofah soup.

A dish of "red apricot branches in spring", candied red apricots with cool mint.

A dish of "I say that autumn is better than spring", steamed sea bass is spread with fresh and tender bamboo shoots.

A "spring breeze and the south bank of the green river", dry pot five-flavor wild duck paste corn tortillas.

Yang Muqing looked at the four exquisite side dishes that can be called the art of plating, and couldn't bear to put down the chopsticks.

Murong Cao ate unceremoniously, although her eyes were deep and a little gloomy, this restaurant was discovered by Yan Xiu three years ago, and then brought her here several times like a treasure.

"The food here is much better than I do."

Yang Muqing tasted all four dishes, and gave a very high evaluation unbiasedly, although his cooking skills are acceptable, but he is not a chef lover, for the preferences of diners, he often likes to eat, and he doesn't like to eat, and this is the case with Bodhi Zi and Li Hang.

There will be more thoughts about Murong Cao, but it will not let him have the idea of competing for his cooking skills, after all, it is too boring.

"You can come here often for a change of taste."

Murong Cao lightly threw a small ticket over.

Yang Muqing picked it up and looked at it, about the price of a dish was worth his day's salary, so he shut up.

Murong Cao's meaning is very clear, it is still the dishes made by your Yang Muqing, which are more cost-effective.

The corners of Yang Muqing's mouth unconsciously curled, so it should be regarded as a compliment.

"You were injured, Bodhi didn't rush over, it's not your own, right?"

"It's not biological."

"Uncle Mu, I'm just making an analogy, don't say such a cold stalk."

“……”

"What has Bodhi been up to lately?"

"He thinks it's fun to investigate the 'miasma' with Brother Yuansu."

"He's not going to go back to the spiritual place? I'm going to make room for him. ”

Murong Cao suddenly felt that she was sentimental, and she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, it was one thing for her to hurry Bodhi Zi away, and it was another thing for Bodhi Zi to come or not, she was a master who was very dignified.

"I can't figure out what he thinks, I just know that when he wants to come, I can't stop him."

Yang Muqing smiled bitterly, mentioning his little master, he was a little angry and a little funny, Bodhi Zi was used to doing whatever he wanted, and he was a little upright in front of Yuan Su, and he usually played all kinds of tricks, if it weren't for Yang Muqing Nian who was a few years older than him, he would have left the master a long time ago.

"Last time, I heard what Zeng Hong meant, he and 'Qi Miasma' are just mutually beneficial, he pays money, 'Qi Miasma' comes out of people, each has a purpose, Zeng Hong's purpose is nothing more than revenge, the purpose of that mysterious organization, even he doesn't know, about this, does your master have a high opinion?"

Murong Cao was eating vegetables and drinking plum blossom sake, and he had already drunk half a bottle as he spoke.

"The original words of Bodhi are: Seek power, seek eternal life, seek the destruction of the world, and seek the creation of the world. It is said that this is the purpose of 'Qimiasma', and the number of people in Qimia is not large, but each of them has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and Monk Musheng can only be regarded as a small role. ”

Yang Muqing's fists were quietly clenched, a little resentful that his performance in Blazing Yang Village was not good enough, if it wasn't for Murong Cao's foresight to bring the "soul lure", and he happened to blow it, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

He didn't know that part of the shackles sealed by his qi were broken, and his spiritual power had been raised from level four to level six, and the next time he met Monk Musheng, he would definitely have the strength to fight, and even Bodhizi didn't even say a word about the shackles of his qi knot.

While he was distracted, Murong Cao had already eaten and drunk enough, and took out something from his bag.

Yang Muqing fixed his eyes and saw that it was a letter.

Judging by the handwriting on the envelope, it looks like it was written by a child.

"It seems like an errand that doesn't make money."

Yang Muqing smiled and took the letter to read it.

"Qian Qian Qian, you are young, how can your mind be full of money?"

Murong Cao's fingers tapped on the table, his attitude narrow.

The letter didn't last long, Yang Muqing read it quickly, he didn't pay attention to Murong Cao's jokes, but asked seriously.

"To go or not?"

"Go, why don't you go, and occasionally do charity."

Murong Cao had already drunk the remaining plum blossom sake, and went to get the car keys without a red heart in his eyes.

Her left hand was blocked by a slender calloused hand.

"I'll drive it."

Yang Muqing looked at her, with a faint joy, a faint helplessness, and a faint headache.