If the calamity fails and returns to chaos, for the immortals, everything is gone, so not every golden immortal dares to face the calamity.

Of course, there are also those who have succeeded in responding to the catastrophe, such as the immortal who Mo Sang yearns for and worships the most, Shangyangzi is too empty, and coincidentally, this Shangyangzi Immortal Monarch is also a god of war when he is in the Nine Heavens.

All in all, there is a sky outside the sky, and there are immortals outside the immortals, in addition to the four seas, six worlds and eight wildernesses where we are now, there is a vast world and an unknown star field.

It is precisely because when Sheng Yi was still alive, no matter his appearance and talent, his divine power, his cultivation that was proud of the world, or he spent a lot of money, treasures were piled up, and spiritual stones were mountains, in the eyes of others, they were all extremely perverted existences, and it was no wonder that such rumors came out.

However, since the Shengyi God of War was branded as a rebel during the battle of the Huaihe River and disappeared, no one has mentioned this matter anymore, sighing and sighing.

Qing Huan didn't know Sheng Yi's appearance, and he didn't even know who this person was, but by feeling, he guessed that he was the owner of this place.

Having heard Xiaowei call her before, she learned to say, "Divine Master." After saying that, he remembered to be more respectful, so he committed himself and made a slightly unnatural salute.

Although Sheng Yi's eyes are like shooting cold stars, his facial expression looks quite gentle, perhaps because he has been infected on the battlefield all year round, whether he walks, sits or lies, and his eye movements are more or less thunderous.

In addition to this innate strength to pull mountains and rivers, Lingyun covers the world, but there is really a bit of the shadow of Mosang, especially the persistent appearance that says the same.

I saw Sheng Yi approaching Qinghuan, took the bottle of incense, and with a light movement of his fingers, the incense tripod was ignited. Qing Huan's eyes widened, the flame was blue, a particularly clear and clear sapphire blue.

After Sheng Yi lit the incense ding, he naturally raised his hand and touched the top of Qinghuan's head and said, "An'er, you come to light the fire." "An'er?

Qing Huan was a little confused, is Ping'an, the owner of her current body, not a maid?

How can you have such an intimate relationship with the Divine Lord, is it ...... A gossip flashed in Qing Huan's mind, and then he shook his head desperately, it can't be impossible, the god in front of him looks like a gentleman, and ...... From the first time she saw the god, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity and closeness, it was a blood connection, she didn't know why, she could only believe in her own feelings, especially every time she looked at the past with her spare eyes, she would always think of ...... That dream.

In the dream, there was a person who was like this, touching the top of her head with a warm hand, and then saying to her, "Huan'er, I am my father." Every time she dreams back, Qinghuan wants to see her father's face clearly, which has become her obsession.

Her father, her mother...... Qing Huan closed her eyes and opened them again, but she didn't expect that in such an unknown place, she could feel the same love from her father as in her dream.

Although the man in front of him, although the immortal god could not judge his age from his face, his face was very handsome, and it was difficult to contact the image of his father, although her body was a woman named Ping'an, and he was attached to her for some reason, although all this had nothing to do with her, Qinghuan...... However, her eyes were still sour.

After Qing Huan activated the spiritual power and lit the stove, he looked over with an expectant look. Sheng Yi nodded encouragingly: "Very good, what should I do next?"

"Slow down the fire. Qing Huan replied, and then picked out the white crystal tea clip among the twenty-four utensils arranged neatly, and then picked up the tea cake of the 10,000-year-old tree, the whole process was very careful, and if you didn't pay attention, the tea cake would break.

After taking out the tea cake, Qing Huan controlled the flame and slowly roasted the tea cake with a simmer, and with the flip of his wrist, the tea cake hanging on the stove also kept turning.

Until... The tea cake was baked with a protruding small bump like a toad's back, and I heard Sheng Yi say: "An'er, let the tea cake be five inches away from the fire, it's time for the tea to smell." Qing Huan did so, and sure enough, after a while, a refreshing fragrance of tea was roasted, and the tea cakes were steaming.

At this time, Sheng Yi took an amethyst utensil and said, "Although this box doesn't look peculiar, it can be used to hold roasted tea cakes, which is the most suitable." Qing Huan saw the amethyst vessel, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she said in her heart: It's heavenly, I know this thing, when she was in the Guanghan Palace, she saw a book in the library of the Moon God Star King, which was dedicated to telling about some rare treasures, and this thing was in that book, if she remembered correctly, the name of this thing was Brahma Purple Ice, which was a holy weapon of the Heavenly Clan, and its function could nourish the soul, in other words, if a monk or immortal was killed by lightning because of some mistake or in the process of the tribulation, as long as there are so many remnants of a few souls and souls in the seven souls and eight spirits, you can use this Brahma Purple Ice to nourish the soul, which can be regarded as maintaining a glimmer of life.

Such a powerful treasure weapon was used by the god in front of him... Used as a thermal insulation and cold storage... Box!

Household utensils!

"Don't be stunned, quickly put the baked tea cake in it, otherwise the tea fragrance that came out will be gone." Sheng Yi saw that she was in a daze and reminded.

Qing Huan hurried to do it, put the tea cake into the Brahma purple ice, and kept saying in his heart: Evil, tyrannical destruction.

After the tea cake was put into the Brahma purple ice, I saw Sheng Yi's eyelids move slightly, and the Brahma purple ice emitted white smoke.

Suddenly, the smoke drifted away, and Qing Huan leaned over to see that the round cake tea had turned into tea powder.

This is indeed a process of sencha, the baked cake tea, need to be crushed and then ground into tea powder, the last of the superior, its crumbs such as fine powder, the last of the multiplier, its crumbs such as water chestnut.

The tea powder processed by Brahma purple ice is as fine as dust, which is really superior. At this time, Sheng Yi's finger was raised, and a small whisk of dust on the table flew in front of Qing Huan, this is the sixth process, the finely ground tea is swept out of the Brahma purple ice with whisk, and then placed in Luo He for sieve, and then placed in the turtle box for use.

The end of the tea is ready, and then it's time to boil the water, the boiling water needs Lingshan spring water, Sheng Yi looked at the water in the black porcelain bottle, the water brought by Qing Huan, and the corners of his eyes rose, as if he was snickering.

Qing Huan also looked at the past, weighed it, and still honestly confessed: "Report to the gods, this is my whim, in the past, I used Lingshan water to sencha, this is good, but there is no new idea, come and go is like that, take me to see this Qingyue dwelling in a piece of bamboo forest, a flash of inspiration, maybe this bamboo rhyme water to make sencha, will have a different flavor is not necessarily." Sheng Yi looked at Qinghuan in his eyes, in addition to pity, he also had a little more appreciation, relief, and pride, the kind of pride.

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