When Fang Mu rushed back to the cave, it was already the middle of the night, and it was freezing at this time, so Fang Mu wanted to make a pot of hot chicken soup to drink.

He gently pushed open the door of the cave mansion, poked his head inside, and found that his senior sister was still studying the Danshu.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he carefully closed the door of the cave, inside, there would be a lot of movement when the furnace was lit, and it would definitely attract the attention of the senior sister.

He was going to cook outside, so he took off the chicken feathers and took out a large pot from the storage bag, which he found in Han Shi's storage bag, which not only contained pots and pans, but also all kinds of spices.

"Where is this monk, this is simply a chef in charge!" Fang Mu sighed in his heart, to be honest, if he didn't meet Han Shi, he wouldn't even have the most basic pot, let alone cook.

Fang Mu set up a cauldron and threw the faded Wushan Snow Chicken into it, there was no water, so he found some snow, melted it and added it to it, and then added star anise, green onions, ginger and garlic and other natural condiments to simmer it over low heat.

For fire, he is also very particular, Fang Mu found some branches, although he can use spiritual power to transform into flames, but in the book "White Pine Town on the Tip of the Tongue", firewood rice is the real delicacy.

Everything was ready, only time was left, and after about three hours, the sky was white, and the cauldron also exuded the fresh aroma of chicken.

Fang Mu took out a spoon and scooped a spoonful of chicken soup, the chicken soup was golden brown and had a pleasant aroma, Fang Mu took a small sip, the chicken soup spread from his throat to his whole body, the chill in his body was instantly dispelled, this chicken soup was really delicious.

So Fang Mu took the cauldron and pushed open the door of the cave, and Zhou Ru fell asleep in his cave, his body curled up in a ball. Yes, this cold weather makes even the Tsukiji monks feel cold.

Fang Mu put down the cauldron, tiptoed to Zhou Ru's side, and carefully picked up Zhou Ru, ready to carry him to his bed.

The moment he picked up Zhou Ru, Zhou Ru snorted, scaring Fang Mu and almost throwing Zhou Ru down.

He didn't dare to move, and was about to put Zhou Ru in his place, "Mother, it's so warm, it's okay to hug Ru'er for a while." "Zhou Ru is talking in her sleep.

I didn't expect that the senior sister, who is usually as cold as frost and like a sonorous rose, also hopes to be cared for by others in her heart. Fang Mu gently put Zhou Ru on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

Zhou Ru fell asleep, and the senior sister, who was originally like a flower and beautiful as a fairy, looked even more delicate and beautiful at the moment, and she really felt like a stunner in the world.

Fang Mu forcibly suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart, it was really that the senior sister who was asleep now was too tempting, and people couldn't help but feel protective. The little senior sister's hands and feet were too powerful, thinking about the fate of his two offenses, Fang Mu couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Senior sister is too thin, this day the demon sect does not let people eat good food, I have been in the sect for so many days, and the monks I see are all skinny, this is not good. If it goes on like this, it must not be good for the body. Fang Mu muttered.

As if hearing something, he tilted his head back. The little treasure lifted his hands off the ground and struggled to lift the lid of the pot.

"My little ancestor, don't. Fang Mu burst out at an extremely fast speed as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and appeared behind Xiao Bao in an instant, dragging Xiao Bao back who wanted to steal chicken soup.

Fang Mu looked at Xiao Bao angrily, he didn't dare to fight Xiao Bao, this Xiao Bao was now the same as his senior sister's scales. Dragons have reverse scales, and if they touch it, they will die. He didn't know how this little beast could be so liked by his senior sister.

He sighed, alas, whether he was lucky or unlucky.

He scooped a bowl of chicken soup and handed it to Xiaobao's face, "While playing." ”

Xiaobao took the porcelain bowl with both paws, climbed to the side, picked up the porcelain bowl and devoured it, and after a while, he burped, crawled slowly onto the bed, lay down on Zhou Ru's body, and fell asleep. Xiaobao looks cute at this time, which makes people feel pity.

"Hmph, the guy who can only be coquettish and cute and rely on others, where is like my pastor, to have today's achievements, it all depends on my personal efforts step by step. Fang Mu snorted coldly, he really envied Xiaobao, with the big backer of his senior sister, and himself, there was only one master who saw the head and the tail.

"Master, when will you find me, pass on all your skills to me, and let me become a master of the world, I'm so tired from cultivating, I really don't want to work hard. Fang Mu sighed, he had recently read the books, and he also knew that before some great powers in the cultivation realm died, they would pass on their lifelong skills to their disciples through a special method, which would make the disciples' skills increase dramatically.

But these can only be thought about in his heart, Fang Mu is still full of doubts at the moment, what is this master of his own, and why this senior sister cares so much about his cultivation, he really can't understand.

But at least he could feel that Master and Senior Sister had no ill will towards him.

"Whatever he does, eat first. Fang Mu's stomach was already hungry, he scooped himself up a bowl of chicken soup, and scooped up a chicken leg, and ate it like a cloud.

After eating, he covered the pot and used his spiritual power to keep the pot of chicken soup warm. Drowsiness hit, and Fang Mu fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Ru woke up, and she smelled a familiar and unfamiliar fragrance.

"Mother. Zhou Ru thought about it and said in a low voice. This smell is a memory from childhood, a mother's smell.

She vaguely remembers that every winter when she was a child, her mother would boil her a pot of steaming chicken soup, and the picture of herself and her father grabbing food came into view.

She followed the direction of the smell and got out of bed, she saw Fang Mu who was sleeping soundly, and his hand was still urging spiritual power, shrouded in the cauldron.

"Did he make this pot of soup?" Zhou Ru thought to herself, she lifted the lid of the pot, and there were no dishes and chopsticks, so she had to pick up the pot and drink it. This soup is now in Zhou Ru's heart, it is no longer a simple food, it is a kind of memory from childhood, and it is also a bit of childhood with his mother.

At this time, Zhou Ru, who was like a goddess in the eyes of the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, was holding a large cauldron, drinking the chicken soup inside, and completely ignoring whether his appearance was elegant at this time.

After a while, I saw the bottom of the pot. Zhou Ru seems to be unsatisfied, this chicken soup is actually the same as the taste made by her mother, and after drinking it, her mouth is fragrant, and the aftertaste is endless.

She smiled, this smile was flattering, sitting on the edge of the bed, supporting her chin with her arms, there seemed to be affection between her eyebrows, looking at the sleeping Fang Mu.

"There are still good things about him. Zhou Ru thought to herself.

At three o'clock in the sun, Fang Mu woke up, he secretly said in his heart that it was not good, it was so late, and he hadn't gotten up to practice yet, his senior sister would definitely kill him.

But to his surprise, the senior sister was sitting on the bed, not angry, but looking at himself quietly.

"That chicken soup, can you make it for me every day in the future?" Zhou Ru looked at Fang Mu, his voice extremely gentle.

"Good. Fang Mu was a little flattered, and after a long while, he uttered a word. At this time, he was extremely nervous.

The atmosphere in the room became delicate, and the two looked at each other silently, and did not speak for a long time, "Don't cultivate yet." Fang Mu sounded so familiar with these disobedient words, yes, this was the senior sister he knew.

"Okay. Fang Mu sat up and entered the cultivation state.

Here from Xianyun Dao, an old man in a blue robe ran to him and complained to him.

"Door master, I have a junior, named Wang Ji, just a month ago, he was abolished by the Nine Elders to cultivate, this is simply no sectarian law, and I asked the door master to be the master for me. "The old man in the blue robe is named Wang Ji, and Wang Ji is one of his descendants.

Wang Ji is already 600 years old, and there are countless descendants under him, and Wang Ji is only one of them, even if Wang Ji dies, he will not care. At the point where he has reached this point, the love of children has been seen very lightly.

But Wang Ji's cultivation was abolished by Zhou Bowen, and it happened that his side stood on the moral high ground, so he could preemptively attack Zhou Bowen.

"When you're done, stand down, and I'll give you an answer. The tone of the Xianyun Dao people was neither happy nor sad, and when the king heard these words, he knew that the master of the door was not interested in this matter, so he left in a huff.

"Strange, hasn't the door master been looking for an opportunity to get rid of Su Hong's old thief? Wang Ji thought so, although he didn't know why the door master didn't go to lead the battle, but he believed that the door master must have a correct judgment in his heart, but he couldn't see through it.

Wang He stepped out of the Hanyuan Palace, and the people of Xianyun Dao looked pensive.

"This is a blatant provocation of me," the Xianyun Dao man whispered.