At the beginning, these monks were very resistant, after all, the demon clan was able to incarnate into a human form most of the time, and they spoke with the same joys, sorrows, and sorrows as the human race. Let them use the flesh of these monks as food, after all, there are still some psychological obstacles.

However, in the face of such a problem, the fat man He Dazhu just smiled shyly and did not argue. He skillfully set up a bonfire, roasted a portion of it as quickly as he could, and then arranged for the Yi Yun Sect disciples to cut the food into paper-thin slices and distribute one to each of the monks present.

No matter how big the mental obstacle is, the tempting aroma of the food in the hand still makes many monks move their index fingers, and besides, it is only such a small piece, and many people also feel that there should be no problem in tasting a little bit.

He Dazhu is actually a very smart guy, but most of his mind is used in things that others think are ridiculous. His method is like fishing, as long as the bait is bitten by the fish, it is difficult to get rid of it.

The delicious meat melts in your mouth, and the rich aroma lingers between your lips and teeth for a long time. The food swallowed into the stomach exuded a rich essence, and even such a small piece made many monks clearly feel the enhancement of their physical bodies, and their qi and blood became vigorous.

Then, the barbecue that had not yet been distributed disappeared in an instant under the snatching of countless hands. Like a hungry wolf's eyes, they stared at He Dazhu in unison, and He Dazhu let out a smug smile.

And then, there was the scene like this.

He Dazhu is a little obsessive-compulsive in this regard, the heat, seasonings, cooking methods, every detail has an incomparably precise standard. The slightest mistake on the part of any Yiyun Sect disciple made him feel pain.

Like many monks' thirst for cultivation, this kind of feast is only the lifelong pursuit of He Dazhu, a fat man! He seems to be extremely excited, and he wants to make this feast perfect, and he does not allow any flaws in the details.

Asking the Heavenly Palace, Yi Yunfei sat opposite Qin Qingcheng.

On the coffee table in front of the two of them, there was a small stove, and the charcoal in the stove was red and burning vigorously. The kettle above the stove was bubbling hot. He and Qin Qingcheng each had a cup of tea floating with turquoise tea leaves in front of them, and the fresh aroma was permeating.

Neither of them spoke, their faces looked calm, but in their hearts, they were full of thoughts.

Looking at his son, who has grown up now, Qin Qingcheng's heart was agitated, and his slender jade hand holding the table trembled slightly. She wanted to say something, but she had a thousand words, stuck in her throat, and she didn't know how to speak.

Yi Yunfei looked at this woman who seemed to be about the same age as himself in a daze, although he knew that there were too many miracles in this monk's world, and he also liked this warm feeling of being loved by his mother. It's just that under the inherent thinking, let him open his mouth to call such a woman a mother, and he is also a little unable to speak.

After being silent for a long time, Yi Yunfei finally broke the silence, raised his head and said to Qin Tingcheng, who was even more nervous than him: "I have been left to fend for myself for more than ten years, and now that I have finally appeared in front of me, aren't you going to explain a few words to me?"

There was no resentment in his tone, but a chuckle in his tone. His experience is too bizarre, although he is only a teenager now, but his mind, compared to some old monsters, is not far behind.

From the moment he saw Qin Tingcheng appear, he had actually thought through it, and he believed that Qin Tingcheng definitely had a last resort, so he ignored him for more than ten years. The trace of suspicion and resentment in my heart also dissipated at that moment.

Perhaps infected by Yi Yunfei's emotions, Qin Qingcheng's nervous mood suddenly relaxed, but the joy in her heart suddenly exploded.

"This is my son, as I imagined, like the rising sun, warm and bright!" "As a parent, who has not seen his son for so many years, he will eventually feel a little apprehensive in his heart, worried that his child will become paranoid and obedient in the growth without his parents.

And Yi Yunfei's sunny smile made Qin Qingcheng's last trace of worry disappear without a trace.

Qin Qingcheng smiled, her smile was a little playful, her eyes were like a crescent moon, and she said to Yi Yunfei, "Do you need to explain?"

"No need!" Yi Yunfei also smiled, laughing extremely happily. Bloodline is one thing, fate is another, he suddenly felt that he was really very lucky, this Qin Chengcheng in front of him was the mother he longed for in countless dreams.

All the suspicions and estrangements, all the worries and tensions, were eliminated invisibly in the relative smile of the mother and son. The two of them unanimously took the hot tea in front of them and tasted it gently.

This is the green tea that Yi Yunfei made by himself after coming here, rummaging through countless memories, according to his previous experience of roasting tea with his grandfather in the countryside, and stir-frying it with his own hands. The entrance is fragrant, with a slight bitterness, but the aftertaste is sweet, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

Just like the experience of him and Qin Qingcheng over the years, after bitterness, sweet finally came to the side of the mother and son.

"How?" Yi Yunfei squinted for a moment and asked. When he was a child, he didn't understand when he saw his grandfather in the countryside tasting tea like this, but since he fried green tea himself, every time he tasted tea, he would do so. Tasting tea, such as tasting life, is indescribable.

"Good tea, better than any tea I've ever drunk!" Qin Qingcheng smiled and said sincerely.

Yi Yunfei smiled, although Qin Qingcheng and him were mother and son, they were like friends at the moment. He got up, made a gesture of please, and said aloud, "So now, I want to invite you to taste the most delicious barbecue, dare you taste it?"

"Why don't you dare? I have already heard of the hunger for demon slave meat! My son is a man who stands up to the sky, and I, as a mother, naturally cannot disgrace you. Today, my mother and son will taste the meat of demon slaves together!" Qin Qingcheng smiled arrogantly, and also got up to keep up with Yi Yunfei's footsteps and walked towards the outside of the hall.

The mother and son went one after the other, with this happy smile on their faces, and walked in the direction of Qingyun Mountain's boiling life.

"You really don't want to hear what happened to me?" After walking a distance, Qin Qingcheng stretched out his hand and said to Yi Yunfei.

"If you want to say it, I'll listen to it. If it's inconvenient for you to say, I won't ask!" Yi Yunfei stopped, turned around and said seriously.

Qin Qingcheng was slightly stunned, looking at Yi Yunfei who turned around again, his eyes were a little moist. She looked up at the starry sky and whispered in a voice that only she could hear, "Haoran, where are you? My son has grown up, if you are still alive, come and see him as soon as possible!"