Lingqiong Zhenren pointed to the position to his right, and Yu Xiao was flattered and flattered to stay in place.

Lingqiong Zhenren knows her name, even if it is not, what does it mean to take special care?

Yu Xiao scolded Tong Shijing in his heart, walked over obediently, and sat next to Lingqiong Zhenren.

She felt that this bare deck was really hard, and as soon as she turned out her mat from the Qiankun bag, Tang Quan sat down on her right.

Twelve people sat in a circle like a clockwatch.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yu Xiao, and all kinds of divine senses swept around her.

Yu Xiao was stunned for a moment, then grinned and continued to spread her mat.

After sitting comfortably, she spoke: "Two seniors, I love to move, I'm embarrassed." ”

Tang Quan sat cross-legged, as if he had settled down.

Lingqiong Zhenren also closed his eyes, but he couldn't help but keep his divine sense probing to Yu Xiao's side.

When the other monks saw that the two elders were meditating, they didn't dare to move too much and sat quietly.

"Bang!"

The deck shuddered, and then there was another ping-pong sound.

The monks opened their eyes one after another, only to see a flower pot the size of a bathtub opposite Yu Xiao. In the pot grew a strange-looking plant, the round fruit swinging around like a head, and a large mouth full of fangs.

"Cultivation Fruit?" Lingqiong Zhenren's eyes widened, he had seen the record of Cultivation Fruit on a broken scroll.

It is said that the Yuzhi fruit is an extremely rare spiritual grass that can grow the sea of knowledge.

He thought the scroll was nonsense.

The sea of consciousness is the sea of divine consciousness, which is produced by absorbing the true spirit of heaven and earth and the aura accumulated by itself, how can it grow from the fruit.

Moreover, as long as the monks above the foundation have the knowledge of the sea, and the people who are alive to know the sea, what are they doing when they grow more than one?

Lingqiong Zhenren only saw a vague picture, and he was not sure, so he shamelessly asked, "Yu Xiao, what kind of fruit is this?"

Yu Xiao was setting the bowl outside.

"I don't know, my name is Shame Fruit, and it is used to watch the door. Do you know what kind of fruit this is, Elder?"

"Where did you find it?"

"It's at the foot of Ningxia Cliff. Senior, are you interested?"

The Spirit Dome shook his head. In such an ordinary place, how could there be a rare spirit grass, and there was no aura at all on this fruit, it could be a monk who made a prank, maybe it was Yu Xiao who made it himself.

The other monks didn't even recognize it, but thought it was too strange. When the Spirit Dome real people asked, they thought it was something rare.

Yu Xiao placed a stove and a cauldron between himself and the shy fruit, and the bottles and jars of spices were piled up all over the floor.

As soon as she raised her hand, a jar was emptied, and red chili oil flowed out, and the spicy smell wafted in the air.

"Oops. Yu Xiao hurriedly straightened the jar, pulled a rag from the side to wipe the deck, and wiped it twice on the hem of Tang Quan's shirt.

"I'm sorry, senior, the chili oil got on you. ”

Tang Quan closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, grabbed her wrist, and opened his eyes to look at the rag in her hand.

The greasy rag exuded a bitter, numb, pungent and unpleasant smell, and the chili oil that had just been wiped on it was still dripping drop by drop.

He looked down at the hem of his shirt, which had been smeared with a few black marks, and the corners of his shirt were soaked in chili oil.

"Ah! I got the wrong veil. I'm sorry, senior. Yu Xiao looked apologetic.

Tang Quan didn't smile, but he was a well-known cleanliness fetish, and Lingqiong Zhenren was a little worried that he would slap Yu Xiao to death in a fit of rage, after all, there were so many monks who didn't know what was going on.

Fortunately, Tang Quan just twitched his face and threw away Yu Xiao's wrist.

Lingqiong Zhenren was about to break the siege, and with a wave of his hand, a few palm-high spiritual light plates separated Yu Xiao.

There was a "clang" sound, and a bottle was crushed to pieces by the aura board, and the rich sour smell gushed out along with the black liquid.

Tang Quan stood up suddenly, the hem of his clothes was even wet with his pants, and his face was the same color as the vinegar on the ground.

Yu Xiao silently looked at the real person in the Spirit Dome. She was separated by a spiritual light board, but she didn't get a drop of vinegar on it.

"Brother Tang, I'm sorry. Lingqiong Zhenren could only apologize and glared at Yu Xiao.

She must have deliberately placed the bottle so close to Tang Quan, and there were bottles and cans on the ground, who could have noticed that there was a bottle of vinegar behind.

Tang Quan was afraid that the vinegar would be everywhere again, and his spiritual power surged, like a wooden stake uprooted, and flew straight to the bilge to change clothes.

When he returned, he was stunned to see the scene in front of him.

He hadn't eaten a worldly diet for hundreds of years, and he had long forgotten what Yu Xiao was eating.

The soup was boiling in that cauldron, and all kinds of ingredients were boiling in it. The smell of spicy and fragrant fragrance wafts through the air.

The smell was so fragrant that the foundation monk had just opened the valley, and many people were swallowing saliva.

Several Jindan monks also stared at Yu Xiao's pot with straight eyes, if it weren't for the real person of the Spirit Dome staring, they would all want to go over and eat with Yu Xiao.

The other Jindan monks didn't have a good face when they looked at Yu Xiao.

Which Jindan monk still eats, and it is such a big pot, and the taste is so strong, that people can't sit if they want to.

Lin Zhongyu looked at Yu Xiao worriedly, knowing that she did it on purpose, for fear that she would provoke the Yuanying Monk.

Tang Quan looked at the Lingqiong Zhenren, and the Lingqiong Zhenren smiled bitterly, knowing that he didn't want to sit next to Yu Xiao.

But she didn't say before that no one was allowed to eat, and she couldn't cover Yu Xiao completely, who knows if this was her ploy, just to get time alone.

Tang Quan sat down again with resentment, far away from Yu Xiao. There is a magic circle on the flying ship, and the smell can't be dispersed. After a while, his newly changed clothes smelled of hot pot.

Yu Xiao held a small bowl and stirred it in the pot with a pair of chopsticks twice as long as usual.

She ate very little herself, and from time to time she picked up a piece and threw it to the shy fruit, so that the deck was full of red oil ideas.

"It's so spicy, if only there was vinegar. Yu Xiao fanned his face with his hand, and glanced at the Lingqiong real person as he spoke.

Lingqiong Zhenren felt her grievances with her eyes closed, and took a deep breath to take back all her divine sense. Anyway, she can't run out of this flying ship.

Tang Quan had already sealed his facial features.

"Give me a little to eat. ”

Yu Xiao looked up at the speaker, who was the only female cultivator among the Jindan monks besides her, who also looked to be in her early twenties, with a ruddy face and exquisite robes, and she looked quite well-off.

She glanced at Lingqiong Zhenren and Tang Quan, and tiptoed over, Yu Xiao handed her the bowl and chopsticks, she filled a bowl and returned to her place.

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