When Wei Ling had moved enough firewood, he was sent out by Song Yizhi, and so was Shen Zheng.

Looking at Wei Ling and Shen Zheng, who were standing at the door of the kitchen and wanted to go in but didn't dare to go in, the young man jokingly said, "Why don't you go in and help?" ”

"Uh......" Wei Ling smiled awkwardly, "Song Yizhi is afraid that I will tear down your kitchen with the two seniors." ”

Youth:......

Yes, these three girls can't cook, his kitchen !!

Looking at the young man who strode over, Wei Ling and Shen Zheng retreated to both sides to make way for them.

Seeing Song Yizhi who was busy in the kitchen, the young man's heart fell back when he mentioned his throat.

Fortunately, this is a person who can cook, and his kitchen is saved.

"It's unreasonable." The young man raised his hand and rubbed his chin, "How can she, a monk, chop wood and cook?" Could it be ...... "Did Rong Yueyuan ask them to prepare in advance?"

"Hehe......" Wei Ling smiled a little awkwardly, not knowing where to start.

The young man narrowed his eyes, but he still didn't believe that Rong Yueyuan would do such a thing.

"Miss Song is different from ordinary monks, she is obsessed with farming, and chopping wood and cooking is just an ordinary thing for her." Night Cold Star said softly.

The young man glanced at the night star.

The physician of the Medicine King Valley, and the son of the valley owner, naturally disdains lying.

Moreover, Rong Yueyuan's temper won't do such a thing, it seems that this is a coincidence?

The young man held his hands and said as if regretfully, "I thought I could make it difficult for you to leave, but I didn't expect it to be crooked." ”

Wei Ling didn't know how to answer.

"The seniors are kind-hearted, and if the seniors really bothered us, they would have driven us away a long time ago." Song Yizhi's clean and nice voice came from the kitchen.

The young man snorted and said angrily, "If the food you cook is not to my liking, I will not go."

Song Yizhi smiled and said nothing.

Wei Ling tugged at Shen Zheng's sleeve, and the two of them quietly moved to the side of the axe.

Wei Ling held it with both hands, the axe did not move at all, she used the strength of breastfeeding, and the axe still did not move like a mountain.

Wei Ling's eyes widened, his expression incredulous, "?! So heavy?? ”

Looking at Song Yizhi like that, she felt that this axe didn't have much weight, but she didn't expect that as soon as she got her hands on it, she died of laughter and couldn't carry it at all.

In the end, Wei Ling used her spiritual power to pick up the axe a little, she withdrew her spiritual power, and if the axe weighed 10,000 catties, it fell back on the cushion.

Shen Zheng tried it and barely picked it up, but if he wanted to chop wood like Song Yizhi, it was basically not good.

It's too heavy!!

"Weak." The young man threw out a word in disgust.

Wei Ling smoothed his breath, "Senior, is it possible that it's not that we're too weak but that your axe is ridiculously heavy?" ”

The young man snorted disdainfully, "How can the little girl in it be so easy to pick it up?" ”

Wei Ling: "......"

As for Song Yizhi's strange girl, can they compare?

Can't compare!

Song Yizhi's voice floated out of the kitchen, "In a variety of places, your strength can be so great." ”

"See?" The young man said, "In the end, you are too slack, you haven't trained well, look at people, look at you, you are as weak as a little chicken." ”

Wei Ling: ......

Ye Hanxing looked at Song Yizhi, who was bowing his head and stir-frying, and asked curiously, "Has Miss Song practiced physique?" ”

Song Yizhi pursed his lips and said with some indignation, "One of the requirements that my mother agreed to my farming was to replace all my farming tools with those made of Shen Iron!" ”

Night Hanxing raised an eyebrow, a feeling of anticipation.

In the next second, Song Yizhi was like a little fox who wanted to make a bad move, "My mother's original intention was to let me improve my cultivation and use my spiritual power to use cultivation tools, but am I the kind of obedient person?" ”

"It's not." The opening of the Night Chill Star match.

"Didn't expect that, did you? In addition to cultivating, I can also exercise my strength, which is called a foot high and a foot high, hum. "Song Yizhi is like a little fox who has done bad things and succeeded, and he is cute and cute.

Looking at Song Yizhi's cute and playful appearance, Ye Hanxing smiled dumbly.

It's really funny and angry.

This little girl ......, in order not to cultivate, she was stunned to exercise a strange power, and she didn't know if the Great Elder was angry at the beginning?

Wei Ling and Shen Zheng looked at each other.

Worthy of Song Yizhi?

It's really something she can do.

The young man asked Song Yizhi curiously, "Why don't you cultivate?" Could it be that your talent is very poor and difficult to cultivate? ”

Song Yizhi was not easy to answer.

You can't say that she just wants to mess up in this life, right?

“…… If the best spiritual root is called poor talent, is there still a genius in the world? Wei Ling spoke faintly.

The young man was shocked.

After reacting, the young man looked at Song Yizhi, who was enjoying himself with a spatula, and hated that iron could not become steel, "You are a tyrannical thing!" ”

"Everyone has his own ambitions." Song Yizhi replied perfunctorily.

What else did the young man want to say, Song Yizhi had already prepared the meal, and she called Wei Ling to come over and serve the food.

After the five dishes and one soup were placed on the table, the young man tasted a little bit in turn, and he couldn't find a way to pick a prickly to eat.

Every dish is so perfect, full of color and flavor, one more point is not enough, and one point less is not good.

The young man put down his chopsticks and looked at Song Yizhi with a serious face, "Why don't you do kitchen repair?" ”

Song Yizhi waved his hand, "Senior, if you like it, I'll make it for you when I'm free, and forget about other things, I'm very satisfied with my current state." ”

The young man was not reluctant, waved his hand and said, "Sit down and eat together." ”

Song Yizhi made a lot, enough for a few of them to eat.

Night Hanxing sat down and found that none of the five dishes and one soup on the table were spicy.

"I'm a man who speaks, I can't find fault with the food made by this girl, and after eating, I'll go down the mountain with you to Wei's house." The youth spoke.

Wei Ling glanced at Song Yizhi gratefully, and his face couldn't hide his happiness.

She was about to get up and salute to thank the senior, when the young man spoke, "It's not too troublesome to worship back and forth for a day, there are not so many rules, eat." ”

Wei Ling responded obediently, and then picked up the bowl.

"Little girl, can you make something spicy next time?" The young man picked up a piece of yellow stewed chicken, "But the clear soup can be made like this, your cooking skills are really good." ”

Song Yizhi nodded, "That night, I was in charge and made a table of spicy food for my seniors." ”

The young man spit out the chicken bones and said, "By the way, it seems that I forgot to introduce myself, my surname is Zongzheng and a single name." ”

"Bang dang."

Wei Ling and Shen Zheng's chopsticks fell on the table.

Night Chill Star was slightly surprised.

But he wasn't as out of shape as Wei Ling and Shen Zheng, after all, he had already guessed.

Who??

Who does he say he is???

Decree of the Emperor???

Wei Ling looked at the young man in coarse linen clothes and was dumbfounded.

If there is no problem with her brain, it seems that the power of the sect is ...... The first person to repair the sword, right?!

Wei Ling's mouth opened and closed for a while before she could find the voice, and she said in a trembling voice, "Knife, knife, knife venerable?!" ”

No, how can it be a sword venerable?!

She thought that at most it was a combined monk or something, but she didn't expect it to be a Dao Venerable who had reached Mahayana?!

"It's a little stammer, and it's not steady at all." Zong's decree was disgusted to speak.

Wei Lingwei did not dare to refute half a word.

She now wants to go back and kill her former self.

(End of chapter)