Yin Qin had also heard the rumor that Xu Wangqian would raise a companion spirit crane into a wild crane, and waved his hand at him with a smile: "It's not easy for you to go home as a spirit crane, Elder Xu doesn't care about us, it's important to feed the crane." ”

Xu Wangqian heard the meaning of courteous teasing, his old face was slightly red, and he instructed the disciples who served to quickly boil water and make tea for Director Yin, and carried the bag of spiritual rice to the courtyard. When the green-winged crane was domesticated more than ten years ago, it was just a white crane that had just awakened its bloodline, and Xu Wangqian saw a little green mangs on the tips of his wings, and immediately tested its bloodline thoroughly, and only then did he find the spirit crane that awakened his bloodline.

In just over ten years, this green-winged crane has been promoted to a second-level spirit beast in the bloodline, which makes Xu Wangqian happy and worried, happy that the spirit beast has advanced quickly, and worried that this thing's temper is getting worse and worse. Especially when this product is hungry and wants to eat, if the feeding disciple is a little slower, he will peck out a few blood holes, so that no disciple dares to come to feed him, only Elder Xu himself carries the bag of spiritual rice and goes into battle in person.

Sun Aqiao saw Xu Wangqian go out of the courtyard, pursed his lips, and asked attentively: "I heard that the director cooked an old crane on the side of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in Tieling Peak, and I don't know what it tastes like?"

Before her words fell, she was giving the disciple who was pouring tea diligently, and the tea spilled on the table.

Seeing that the disciple was so panicked that he lifted the corner of his robe and was about to wipe the table, he hurriedly pushed him away and said, "How can you wipe it with the corner of your clothes?" She touched her hand to the back of her waist, pulled out a white cloth towel, and carefully wiped the water stains on the table. Inadvertently glimpsed a rockery on the table, Sun Aqiao's eyes lit up, and he said to him: "Is the director hungry? Do you want to cook you a bowl of noodles to eat?"

Yin Qin had the best noodles in his previous life, Sun Aqiao heard the duck egg say, a few days ago, when Yin Qin was tempered by Yunshang Hantan's blood, when he was lying in the Warm Cloud Pavilion to recuperate, she paid attention to the matter of squeezing the dog girl to give him noodles.

Sun Aqiao's cooking skills are good, which is also an important reason why she can quickly rise to the position by her side. This Director Yin is completely different from those monks who have coarse tea and light food, he is a master of eating. A few days ago, Sun Aqiao asked what kind of noodle dish was his favorite, but he didn't expect it to be something called ramen.

Perhaps it was influenced by the monks' penchant for eating spiritual rice, and the mortals who had a little wealth above the wilderness mostly ate rice, and rarely ate noodles. And those mortals who are not from good families can't afford to eat rice and noodles, so they can only eat some coarse grains and bran. Therefore, there are not many types of pasta in the wilderness, and there are not many people who can make pasta, and Sun Aqiao knows that one of the noodle methods is rolling noodles and the other is pulling noodles, but the ramen mentioned by Director Yin has never been heard of.

When he popularized the practice of ramen to Sun Aqiao with a yearning face, Sun Aqiao secretly practiced underneath. The problem is that he can't do ramen, what he says is hearsay, Sun Aqiao does what he says, but he can't do it. Or that day, the servant woman who helped the dog to cook noodles diligently pointed out a clear way to Sun Aqiao, saying that there is a kind of noodles in her hometown that can be made long and thin, and the trick is to repeatedly beat the noodles on the board to make the noodles stronger.

Sun Aqiao followed what the servant woman said, with the blessing of spiritual power, practiced repeatedly, and sure enough, she succeeded in making a very thin and long noodle that could be pulled. She wanted to surprise attentively, but she never found a chance. Seeing that he hadn't eaten a serious meal for several days, Sun Aqiao hid a animal skin bag on his body before going out, stuffed a piece of prepared dough in it, as well as dried meat condiments and the like, thinking that if he had the opportunity, he would show his hand in front of the director.

I didn't know that Xu Wangqian didn't even have a pot and bowl here, and after Sun Aqiao entered the house, she went around to study, until she found the rockery ornaments on the table. It was a rockery the size of a human head, placed in a porcelain bowl the size of a basin. Sun Aqiao originally had the idea of a small tripod in the Dan room, until she saw the porcelain bowl, and she felt that it was enough to cook bowls of noodles.

Seeing Sun Aqiao holding the animal skin bag that had been hanging on her buttocks, she looked at it with a smile on her face, and said in her heart: What kind of treasure am I hanging on the waist of this girl, it turned out to be a bag of noodles, no wonder there is no elasticity when it is patted. After eating the spirit fruit for a few days in a row, and looking at the large plate of green peaches brought by the serving disciples, he was really annoyed, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a few days, Xiao Sun Chang is capable? ”

The next moment, the serving disciples of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion watched in amazement as Fairy Sun invited Elder Xu's favorite rockery from the porcelain bowl to the floor on the table. Then take the porcelain bowl aside, wash it repeatedly, pour in water, and then put in some jerky seasoning, put it on the stove and attack it on a fire, Director Yin once taught her that the wider the water below, the better.

Next, a thumping sound sounded in the Dan room of the Great Elder of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, which had always been quiet, and in Sun Aqiao's words, before it was opened, it would take dozens of more falls on this side before it could be strengthened.

In the small courtyard, Xu Wangqian sprinkled some spiritual rice on the stone table, and watched Qinghe stretch his neck to peck rice, feeling angry and pitiful. The angry thing is that this guy has been getting more and more wild recently, and he has not been home for several days, but the pity is that the appearance of this green crane is really a little embarrassed, and I don't know where he got into trouble, there are a few bald pieces on his neck, and there are a few blood marks on the green feathers on his wings, and there are a few green feathers that are about to fall off.

Qinghe is not like Aman, when he was at the second level of the bloodline, he was already a strange elf with a lot of intelligence, and Qinghe had to really advance to the demon king before he could open up his considerable intelligence, and before that, his spiritual intelligence was equivalent to that of a child who was three or five years old. Xu Wangqian tried to understand the circumstances of his injury, and every time his divine sense came out, it was a whirlwind of the world, and the idea of desperately flapping his wings to escape. There is no way, this is how Qinghe feels now, and if he wants to find out more about the situation, he can only wait for him to gradually calm down, and he can't report too much hope, thinking that he can really find out something.

Could it be that it was attacked by a demon bird such as a giant eagle on the mountain peak? Xu Wangqian pondered carefully, and felt that it was unlikely, although Hua Ci Peak was deeper into the wasteland than all the peaks of the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts, but the ancestor of Yunshang was sitting in the mountain at this time, and for the demon beasts, she could sense her intimidating aura from thousands of miles away, and he definitely did not dare to approach easily.

After this green crane has been confessed by his blood, it will not escape from the power of the fox peak. If it weren't for the attack of an alien demon beast, then it would only be possible to find the reason internally, Xu Wangqian carefully observed the marks on Qinghe's body that seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and suddenly thought of a possibility. The next moment, a sense of shame and anger couldn't help but rise in his heart: Bai has grown so big, and he would be made like this by such a small thing!