The night on the grassland was very cold, so Zhu Yu leaned on the little green calf and added another handful of firewood to the bonfire.

The temperature of the jade pot slowly rose, Zhu Yu reached out and probed the temperature of the pot on it, and picked out five or six leaves from the only remaining phantom leaves and put them in the pot.

Her left hand was running aura, and the handle of the jade pot was rotating rapidly. As the leaves rotate with the jade pot, sporadic water vapor is evaporated, and the originally transparent and pale blue leaves begin to roll and turn dark blue.

Zhu Yu's right hand condensed into a tuning hand, and the pair of white fingers that were completely different from his face kept flipping in the leaves, and at the same time, the jade pot rotated faster and faster.

Under the rapid rubbing of his fingers, the leaves of the Phantom Spirit Grass slowly curled into thin strips, and the faint fragrance of tea spread, and at the same time, a black aura or blue aura dissipated between heaven and earth.

When the leaves completely turned indigo, Zhu Yu twisted a leaf and took a bite, "Sure enough, the cultivation of the tuning hand is not enough, and there is not even a hundred percent of the aura left, and some of it is still scorched, but the anger is removed by a quarter." "This is a good thing, this is the first time she has fried the Phantom Spirit Grass, and she is already very satisfied with this effect.

Brother Guo looked at the smile on Zhu Yu's face, and curiously picked up one and put it in his mouth.

"Phew, what is this, this smell is almost murderous. After eating this, Brother Guo's stupid hair is afraid that there is a risk of hair loss. Take it, take it away!" Brother Guo drank a few sips of milk in succession before removing the taste of tea in his mouth, and kept stroking his chest to comfort the little heart on his hand.

The little blue-eyed spirit cow sniffed it and "mooed" in disgust. I don't understand why this human being is so stupid, not only has the aura gone, but also has a bad smell.

A cow and a pot completely lost interest in the things in the pot, and ran away from each other, leaving Zhu Yu in place and constantly trying.

Zhu Yu continued to skillfully adjust his hands, and the leaves of the Phantom Spirit Grass became fewer and fewer, but the tea leaves increased. Most of the leaves in the first pot were too high and scorched.

Waiting until the fifth pot, the leaves looked slightly more decent, and the aura contained in them was basically removed, and the aura was also preserved.

In the Yuansha Continent, the spiritual diet is divided into ten grades, and each product is divided into low-level, intermediate-level, high-level, and superb according to the amount of spiritual energy retained.

Only a spiritual diet made with spiritual materials that eradicate anger can be called spiritual food, otherwise even if it contains only a trace of anger, it is a spiritual diet that does not enter the stream. Such a spiritual diet is no less than a chronic poison for a cultivator.

There was only a handful of young leaves left in the Phantom Spirit Grass, which were quickly used up by Zhu Yu. Zhu Yu looked at the tea leaves next to him according to the time of coming out of the pot, wiped the sweat on his forehead, took out the small notebook he had just made, and picked up a charcoal to record the tea leaves every time.

"There are a total of forty-six leaves of the Phantom Spirit Grass, twenty of which are burnt, ten of which are not hot enough, and a few of which are not cleaned and have no aura, and there are thirteen that are successful in the end, and seven of which have reached one percent of the aura. Zhu Yu silently calculated his success rate.

In addition to the unskilled tuning hand at the beginning, the heat is not mastered enough, and the effect of the next few pots of tea is not bad. Zhu Yu breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction, she is still very talented, and it is in vain that she has roasted sparrows for so many years.

Flipping through the "Fairy Recipe", Zhu Yu recalled the actions just now, compared them with the ones recorded in the "Fairy Recipe", wrote down the mistakes he made, and then recalled whether there were any things that could be improved and adjusted when he did it just now.

This is Zhu Yu's own little method, at first she couldn't catch a pheasant, but every time she would summarize the method, and then think about what could be improved, so she kept trying, constantly adjusting, and finally mastered the hit rate that was not lost to the hunter.

In the night sky on the grassland, the Milky Way crossed the sky, filled with a field of broken gold stars, and it was full of brilliance as far as the eye could see.

"I don't know what it tastes like when made into milk tea?" Zhu Yu took out the Qiankun pot, the jar looked small, but there was 5 cubic meters of space inside. The space was filled with a first-order spiritual liquid, the milk of the blue-eyed spirit cow.

This time, Zhu Yu wants to make a drink on the "Fairy Recipe" - milk tea, according to Pengshan Taoist, milk tea on the earth is loved by thousands of people, up to ninety-nine, down to just go, all can not escape the charm of milk tea.

The indigo tea leaves floated and fell in the white liquid, and Zhu Yu shook the jade pot. The night was getting deeper and deeper, the white milk was slowly dyed with a layer of blue, the aura of the phantom grass and the aura in the milk alternately fused, and a faint fragrance of tea wafted away.

This fragrance is not strong, it is very light, but it is such a light taste but it is extremely attractive, after Zhu Yu smelled it, the hunger suppressed by the aura suddenly exploded, and his stomach rumbled non-stop.

"It seems to be good," Zhu Yu licked his lips, "Serve a bowl and taste it first." ”

As soon as the hot milk tea took his stomach, Zhu Yu was stunned, the unique elegant fragrance of the phantom grass tea blended well with the milk of the blue-eyed spirit cow, and the silky feeling crossed his throat and warmed all the way.

The hungry belly was wrapped in this warm mass, like a gentle hand gently caressing. The fatigue disappeared in an instant, and the taste was surprisingly good.

Zhu Yu couldn't help but drink several more bowls until his stomach couldn't hold it anymore. Eating and drinking, she lay on the grass, lazy and lazy.

Brother Guo, who was playing in the distance, seemed to be tired of playing, swaying his little green skirt and skirt to Zhu Yu, and the little blue-eyed calf followed behind, farting and bumping, looking at Brother Guo's eyes, all of which were fans worshipping idols.

Without Zhu Yu's knowledge, Brother Guo successfully used his profound knowledge (suddenly) knowledge (You) to conquer the blue-eyed spirit cow that Niu was stupid and rarely seen, and successfully harvested a hard-working little brother.

Brother Guo leaned in to the jade pot and sniffed it, there were a few tea leaves of phantom grass floating on the light blue milk tea, and his eyes the size of mung beans were full of apprehension.

It noticed the calf behind it and suddenly remembered that he was the big brother. So, Brother Guo happily made a decision to give the opportunity to try it to the calf.

It put on a high-ranking appearance, pretending to be profound: "Do you know what this is called?" Seeing the blue-eyed spirit cow shaking his head, Brother Guo continued: "This thing is called milk tea, it is a very rare spiritual drink, and people who have drunk it say that it is good."

Outside, even if the monks in the foundation building period wanted to drink, they didn't have a chance to drink it. I'm your eldest brother, and I have to let my younger brother be the eldest brother, so this opportunity to try it is for you. Drink it!"

The eyes of the cow touched by the blue-eyed spirit cow were wet, and there was no doubt that he lowered his head and took a sip, and was directly stunned.

"How is it?" Brother Guo nervously touched the dull hair on his head, it must be too undrinkable, fortunately he didn't drink it, otherwise he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep it.

The blue-eyed spirit bull's head shook like a rattle, and "moo" called. How can it be so delicious, milk it drinks every day, but this milk tea is much better than milk.

"It's delicious, it's not a lie?" Brother Guo's mung bean-sized eyes showed a hint of suspicion.

The blue-eyed spirit cow quickly drank a bowl with practical actions, and then "moo" and asked Brother Guo to serve a bowl. It's delicious. It drinks milk every day, but it has never drunk such delicious milk, and the eldest brother is really a good big brother, and he actually let it drink such a delicious thing first.

Drinking and drinking, the blue-eyed spirit cow found that the gentle aura was warm, and wherever the aura flowed, it seemed that the bag that was beaten didn't seem to hurt so much. It couldn't help but let out a comfortable "moo" and drank more energetically.

Brother Guo glanced at the blue-eyed spirit cow who had nothing to do, and finally fell back to his original place and filled himself with a small bowl.

"Wow!" Brother Guo's mung bean-sized eyes were full of long-lost happiness, and he sat in the air with Erlang's legs crossed like an uncle, holding the bowl and making a sound while drinking, "Brother Guo is good to you! Such a delicious thing makes you the first to drink it." If you have good things in the future, you must not forget your brother Guo, do you know?"

took the opportunity to PUA a novice brother again, and Brother Guo was satisfied with another bowl, this time it was a big bowl. It's still a baby, so it's a lot to drink.

Zhu Yu, who was lying next to him, was full of emotion, and the pot was really strong for a long time. She couldn't help but bow to tears of sympathy for the blue-eyed spirit cow who didn't know the sinister way of the world and was tricked by Brother Guo. Sure enough, what Peng Shan Daoist said was right, whether it was a human or a beast, he had to read more, and it was too easy to be deceived if he read less.