Yi Zhi's face was full of doubts, but he still chose to follow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhuo Wen repeatedly crossed in front and led her to a mountain spring.

I saw that there are large and small stones scattered here, as big as a person, as small as a grape, bubbling spring water flows quietly beside it, the sound is clear, the echo of ding dong is full of valleys, and it is lined by a dark green cliff, like a pure white silk, hanging on the cliff.

When you get closer, you can see a few fallen leaves floating on the crystal clear water, and if you look closely, you can even see the staggered pebbles at the bottom.

Under the irradiation of the warm sun, the clear water in the pool reflects the sparkling waves, making the sound of flowing water more charming, and listening to it with your eyes closed, it is as distant and clear as the sound of the piano. and the melodious chirping of the birds in the forest form a tranquil scenery like a paradise.

As soon as I came here, Yi Zhi felt that his eyes lit up, faintly, as if he had come to a new world, and the feeling of depression in his heart couldn't help but be forgotten, no matter how extreme her personality was, she was a woman after all, a woman, and she liked beautiful things after all.

At this time, she seemed to have forgotten her identity as a ghost girl of calamity, with a pair of big dark eyes, looking up blankly at the pleasant scene of pine walls and clear springs paving the streams in front of her, as if full of longing...

"Drink some water. Taking out the bamboo tube that had been made before from the freehand picture scroll, Zhuo Wen took some spring water flowing down and handed it to Yi Zhi.

Hearing Zhuo Wen's voice, Yi Zhi came back to her senses, and couldn't help but restrain the color in her eyes, she looked at Zhuo Wen quietly, looking at his smiling face and hair and the water droplets on his body, at that moment, she only felt an inexplicable touch in her heart, however, she was quickly abandoned.

This guy, just to get a glass of water for himself, was embarrassed by the spring water, it's really funny! Is he also a painter? The little hand in the sleeve subconsciously grabbed it, and Yi Zhi still looked at Zhuo Wen unmoved.

"Your alertness is really high, don't worry, I didn't poison it, I don't believe I'll drink it to you. Zhuo Wen said and raised his head and took a sip of the spring water in the bamboo tube.

"See, take it. Without saying anything, Zhuo Wen forced the water to Yi Zhi, and then walked to the waterfront and picked up the stone, not knowing what to do.

Looking at the water in her hand, Yi Zhi bit her teeth: "What you have drunk, dare you give it to me to drink? Is it dirty?" and was about to drop the bamboo tube, but the next moment, she felt as if her palms were sticking to glue, and she couldn't let go.

"Forget it, as long as you don't drink it from your mouth. "I don't know if I'm comforting myself, but I know that I took a little sip of spring water, and it felt cool and cool, very sweet...

......

Seeing Zhuo Wen start to light a fire, it turned out that Zhuo Wen picked up stones to build a temporary stove, which was to prepare for cooking on a fire.

"It's okay, I happen to be a little tired, so let's take a break. After thinking about it, Yi Zhi found a shady place under the tree, and quietly watched Zhuo Wen work, and the time was spent unconsciously.

"I didn't expect him to really know how to cook, the dignified painter actually went to the stove, hum, it's funny..."Yi Zhi smiled coldly: "I don't eat his things, it's tasteless anyway." ”

Cooking is indispensable for salt seasoning, and salt is the purest substance, and ghosts are the most taboo about this kind of thing.

Yi knows that he cultivates the ghost way, and the natal painting spirit is also a ghost, and it also belongs to the Yin and evil qualifications, so she can't eat salt, and because of this, the food in the world is tasteless to her.

"The water-dwelling is fishy, the flesh-grabbing is ashamed, the herbivores are sick, and without salt, these foods are all disgusting, and they are not as good as the bread in my hand. ”

Yi Zhi took out half a piece of scone, and the next moment, he suddenly felt inexplicably melancholy, for ten years, he has eaten this kind of thing to live, compared to those normal people, isn't it pitiful?

Delicious food?... This kind of thing that is easy for ordinary people to get at their fingertips, but for Yi Zhi, can only exist in childhood memories.

Ever since she inherited the ghost path, she has never tasted the taste of her memory again... I still remember a few years ago, when she secretly ate salty food, she was tortured to the point that she left a shadow, and since then she has never dared to touch anything with salt.

"Hmph... As long as you can have supreme power, you can have whatever you want, what is the desire?..." Yi Zhi gritted her teeth and was about to nibble on scones, when she was suddenly stunned, and couldn't help but look up at Zhuo Wen, who was busy.

Wait, isn't this the best chance? I've been looking for the moment when he was unguarded and careless, isn't this the best chance?

As long as I seize this opportunity to kill him, I can get my painting back, and then refine him into a zombie, although it is a bit wasteful, but isn't it also my puppet...!

Thinking about it, Yi Zhi's face became deeper and deeper, she slowly stood up, a plain hand stretched out from the wide sleeve, and with a slight lead, in the dark, a ghost quietly appeared, slowly drifting in with a hint of cold wind.

The faint eyes were slightly flickering, and there was a strange light flickering, and the next moment, I saw that the ghost had disappeared!

However, this is not really disappearing, but invisibility!

"Ghost Shadow Trace, the skill that can make the ghost invisible, the exclusive skill of the ghost path, you will never find my ghost, Zhuo Wen, you dare to turn your back on me, hahaha, go die!"

The ghost spirit in the stealth raised its sharp claws high, and was about to penetrate his flesh from Zhuo Wen's back, when suddenly a wisp of fragrance wafted from the front, making Yi Zhi couldn't help but be stunned, and the ghost's movements were also stagnant.

The fragrance is not greasy at all, and when you smell it, you can't help but think about it, even if it is easy to know, you can't help but feel that there is continuous saliva secretion in your mouth.

"What is this?" she couldn't help but ask.

Hearing the easy-to-know voice behind him, Zhuo Wen didn't look back, still busy: "This is bamboo rice, it's just cooked, and I was watering it to cool it just now." ”

The so-called bamboo rice, in the previous life of China, is a traditional food of a minority of famous ethnic groups in Yunnan.

It is said that when the hard-working Yunnan villagers go up to the mountains to work or go out hunting, for the sake of simplicity, they never bring pots and stoves, only rice, and when cooking, they take local materials, cut down bamboo tubes, stuff the mouth of the cylinders tightly with banana leaves, and put them on the fire to barbecue.

When the surface of the bamboo tube is scorched, the rice in the tube is cooked, and the bamboo skin is peeled off with a knife when eating, the rice is wrapped in bamboo film, the rice grains are soft and delicious, and there is a special aroma, which has a unique flavor, and it is no wonder that the index finger of Yi Zhidu moved.

Of course, whether the bamboo tube rice can be burned fragrantly, how much water to add and how much heat to master is the key, this is also a technical job, ordinary people can't make it, but this is not as difficult as Zhuo Wen who has to go up to the kitchen and get down.

"Hmm... Okay, come, taste it?" With that, Zhuo Wen turned around and handed Yi Zhi a piece of black-and-blue bamboo tube.

What Zhuo Wen didn't know was that at this moment, that ghost was only one step away from him, and Yi knew that if he had a thought, he would definitely die.

"It's useless, I can't eat salt. Looking at Zhuo Wen handing him a bamboo tube, Yi Zhi shook his head, a little pity, obviously it was the first time in so many years that he was so interested in a piece of food. She had never heard of such a novel and special food before, but unfortunately she still couldn't eat it.

However, hearing Yi Zhi's words, Zhuo Wen smiled: "Heh, I know, you are a yin physique, taboo salt and vinegar, so I don't have salt in this, you can eat it with confidence." ”

"No salt?" Yi Zhi wondered: "Can food without salt be delicious?"

"This is my salt-free food for you, try it, don't you know?"

Looking at the bamboo tube with a slight residual heat in the blue and black in her hand, Yi Zhi was silent for a long time, and the invisible ghost next to her gradually let go of its raised claws and became calm.

After hesitating for a while, Yi Zhi still couldn't resist the pungent aroma after all, and opened his mouth slightly, however, the original cherry mouth suddenly became like a crocodile the next moment, with a loud sound, and she bit the mouth with the bamboo tube, chewing, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Well, it tastes good, but it's a little toothy..."

I felt a big drop of sweat fall from the back of my head, and Zhuo Wen was speechless: "Of course you have teeth, sister, you bite all the bamboos together, okay, are you a giant panda? You have to peel off the bamboo shell and eat the food inside." As he spoke, Zhuo Wen demonstrated it.

Yi Zhi suddenly said: "Oh! That's the case! In other words, this bamboo can't be eaten, you said it earlier!"

Zhuo Wen covered his face with one hand, his face was full of black lines, eldest sister, you are the inheritor of the ghost path, can you be serious and don't be so cute? I really want to slap you to death...... (To be continued.) )