No one wanted to explain to Mu Yu about this second senior brother who had never met, so Mu Yu didn't ask, and in the end, Uncle An broke the silence: "Master, I've already made lunch, let's go up the mountain!"

"Ah, Uncle An, are you cooking so fast?" Xiang Nan showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, he looked at his master for help, obviously Uncle An's cooking skills had made this group of people suffer enough, and it sounded like a sad thing.

"Master is back, I think we have to improve the food, Senior Brother Xiangnan, didn't you catch a pheasant last time? Take it out and cook for Master!"

"Okay, I'll get it. Xiang Nan nodded very cooperatively, and wanted to run up the mountain.

"I've cooked it. Uncle An simply cut off Xiang Nan's last thought.

"Well, then let's go up the mountain!" Feng Haochen patted Mu Yu on the shoulder, and then took the lead to walk up the mountain. Xiang Nan and Kongkong had an expression of wanting to die, and only Chengyan helplessly beckoned Mu Yu to follow, although he couldn't get used to Uncle An's food, but he wouldn't show it.

Mu Yu muttered in his heart, is the rice cooked by Uncle An really so unpalatable? This person is quite a miracle in this sparse sect, cooking rice is actually cooked by the head of the sect himself, if the head is not there, the others feel that they are eating soil every day, Mu Yu is full of curiosity about this dust-falling sect that ranks last among all the cultivation sects.

Not only is the sect small, but it is also shabby, and the houses are simple wooden huts, and everyone has a room of their own. In the imagination, the immortal house of white jade bricks and tiles in the land of immortals, the magnificent immortal hall did not appear, but it was like an ordinary farmhouse, with only simple living facilities, like a paradise in the mountains and forests. Mu Yu had always thought that the land of the immortal family must be full of immortal qi and spirit beasts, but unfortunately everything in front of him was too different from what he imagined.

No one cared about Mu Yu's thoughts, everyone reluctantly walked towards the hall, as if there was some kind of right and wrong, with fierce beasts, only Feng Haochen and Uncle An walked in very calmly. Lan Ling'er was already sitting inside, she frowned and looked at the food on the table, her expression was definitely not salivating. Everyone found their own seats and sat down, Mu Yu also found a place to sit down, the table is a long table, and it is no problem to sit for a dozen or so.

Uncle An's cooking is really not ordinarily unpalatable, but unpalatable.

Mu Yu felt that Xiang Nan's expression of seeing death as if he was at home before getting off the chopsticks, and he felt that it took great courage to eat these meals, and Mu Yu felt that he would rather fight with ten big grizzly bears for a hundred rounds than chew these strange foods.

The pheasant caught to the south looked attractive in color, and it was still bloodshot after tearing it open, Mu Yu used to like chicken, but after tasting Uncle An's pheasant, he felt that he could fast for two months.

"Delicious. Mu Yu said with tears in his eyes, he couldn't behave too rudely when he first arrived, but saying something against his heart also made him despise himself well, and in the end, he didn't know whether he was choked or moved by the spirit of swallowing such food, he actually wanted to cry a little.

"If it's delicious, you eat more. Sora smirked and put a chicken leg in the wooden feather bowl.

Mu Yu really wanted to smoke this little guy, but at this time, he fell into the well, he hurriedly said: "Children are growing their bodies, and they need to eat more meat to grow taller." Then he righteously put the chicken thighs back into the empty bowl.

"Senior Brother Mu Yu, after eating this chicken leg, everyone will be their own. Miao Miao quickly sandwiched the chicken legs in her bowl into the wooden feather bowl.

"Master is tired, why don't you give it to Master?" Mu Yu sandwiched the chicken leg into Feng Haochen's bowl.

Feng Haochen looked at this group of "good boys" who were humble to each other kindly, and he was not angry, he picked up the chicken leg and tasted it, and then said: "Forget it, I'll cook it myself! ”

"Yay!" Kongkong and Miaomiao danced excitedly, Mu Yu also wanted to high-five them, and later saw Uncle An's expressionless face, he forced this impulse back, and said seriously: "Actually, you can still eat." Both Kongkong and Miaomiao secretly despised Mu Yu, and even Lan Ling'er pouted at Mu Yu.

It turns out that Feng Haochen's craftsmanship is indeed much stronger than Uncle An's, the color and flavor are complete, Mu Yu was also amazed, he really didn't expect that the high-ranking head of the sect didn't have any shelves at all, and he could cook in person, which was almost impossible for other sects.

A few people who have never seen the world swept away the food made by the head of the house, and then got up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks with satisfaction, everyone is very conscious, there is no special subordinate to serve, everything is self-sufficient, noisy, laughter and laughter, but like a big family.

In the afternoon, the others were gone, and Feng Haochen didn't tell him what to do, just asked him to familiarize himself with the environment here first, and from tomorrow onwards, he would cultivate with them. Kongkong and Miaomiao are running around, the two of them are too young to cultivate, and they don't know where to go at this time, it is estimated that they are going to dig birds' eggs.

Mu Yu didn't know where he was going, so he went around to the back of the thatched hut where they were eating, and saw a clear spring, from which a steady stream of clean water flowed, forming a spring below, and the water continued to overflow, flowing down to form a pond.

Next to the pond is a vegetable garden, in which some fresh vegetables are planted, and next to the vegetable garden are planted some fairy grasses, Mu Yu touched these fairy grasses, and felt completely different from those plants that he usually saw, but unfortunately the fairy grass seemed to have a resistance to him and did not let him control it.

"If you want to control these immortal grasses, you need to wait until you have cultivated spiritual power in your body. Feng Haochen was loosening the soil in the vegetable garden, and he said without raising his head, "If you want to take a bath, you can wash it in this pond, the spring water above is for drinking, and it can't be dirty, and there is a dust cliff behind, where the scenery is good, you can go and see it." ”

"Master, do you want me to help you loosen the soil?" Mu Yu asked.

Feng Haochen shook his head: "If I want to finish this kind of thing quickly, I can use my sword to control it, and I can complete it in the blink of an eye, but what's the point of this? My purpose of growing vegetables is not just to eat, but a hobby." ”

Mu Yu thought about it, he still couldn't understand his master's state of mind, but remembering that night when his master just shook the surrounding plants with a wave of his hand, that kind of method was indeed not a difficult thing if he loosened the soil, he sneered, and then walked towards the back mountain.

This mountain is called Luochen Mountain, and there is a cliff behind Luochen Mountain, which is called Luochen Cliff. There is a huge banyan tree on the dust cliff, the banyan tree does not know how many years it has grown, the roots are intertwined, the branches are luxuriant, and there are two swings hanging on it, it should be usually empty and wonderful. Mu Yu stood under the banyan tree, there is a big stone slab under the banyan tree, it is not a problem to lie down five or six people, Mu Yu touched the banyan tree with his hand, felt the vicissitudes of the banyan tree, and his heart was also peaceful.

He looked into the distance, and there was a huge forest under the Dust Mountain, where there were flocks of birds and full of life, and at the end of the forest were some small villages gathered, and there were still scattered farmlands, and in the distance was a city, which was only a vague outline, and it was estimated that it was hundreds of miles away.

Luochen Mountain is like a fairyland away from the hustle and bustle, comfortable and calm, in addition to spiritual power, the way of cultivating the truth is more of an empty and open-minded state of mind, no desire and no desire can make people achieve success.