The day's preaching time passed unconsciously, and Zong Ying could manage the outer disciples for lunch, but it was impossible to care about their dinner, so as soon as the sun set, he stopped preaching and waved his sleeves to let these outer disciples disperse.

After the crowd dispersed, Chu Lan was cleaning and comprehending the sermon she heard today, the door of the new world opened in front of her, and she already faintly felt that she seemed to have done such a thing somewhere and to someone...... Soon, Chu Lan secretly laughed at her dreaming, let go of that weird sense of déjà vu, and concentrated on cleaning the courtyard, even if no one littered here, the footprints all over the ground were enough for her to hold a broom and pull for a long time.

When preaching in the afternoon, Zong Ying took Yi Mu Ding back, and now there was no one around, he silently observed Chu Lan for a moment, and released Yi Mu Ding again.

The dark green Yimu Ding with wood grain suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the fall of DUANG landed not far behind Chu Lan, waking Chu Lan from the world.

"Scrub it scrub. In the grass house, Zong Ying's voice said lightly.

Chu Lan responded, remembering that she didn't brush the pot after cooking and eating, no wonder she always felt that something was missing.

She took the water, poured it little by little, into the big ding, which was taller than her, and then stepped on the stone to look into the ding, but found that it was empty, and there was neither rice nor soup and porridge, and it was as clean as new.

But if you don't brush the pot after eating, it's quite weird, in line with the idea of conscientiousness, Chu Lan broke the bamboo branches, rinsed the branches and leaves with water, and stood on tiptoe with difficulty to pull the bamboo branches with a small short hand, dipping it in water and slowly wiping the inside of Yimu Ding.

Poof, before she could move twice, the huge Yimuding disappeared, and was replaced by a small bowl the size of a sea bowl with a dark green color, and a shallow handful of water inside, which was exactly the one that Chu Lan poured in.

Good...... It's fun!

Chu Lan picked up the small bowl rarely, and looked up and down, left and right.

I saw that it was emerald green inside, faintly with pale green wood grain flowing slowly, and the outer side was a quaint dark green wood grain, and there was no decoration on the whole body, only in the ding body - there were three short and almost invisible little short legs below, exquisite and cute, and the nine beasts turned into a small one, with a round head and a round head hanging on the side of the bowl, and a thin transparent silk thread that was almost invisible was connected with the bowl body.

Holding the heavy wooden bowl in her short hand, Chu Lan tentatively picked up the lid and tapped it gently, but after listening to the sound of tuk tuk, the bowl buzzed and vibrated twice, as if faintly responding to her tapping.

"It's so cute!" Chu Lan's baby took water and wiped the small Yimu Ding again and again, originally the Yimu Ding was naturally carved and decorated, and the whole body was not stained with dirt, and the place where Chu Lan's fingers rubbed it showed another luster similar to glass.

"This Yimu Ding is my young rice bowl," Zong Ying's voice in the grass house came from afar, "Since I have a fate with you, I will give it to you, from tomorrow onwards it can be used to cook rice, and it is okay to eat three meals at a time." ”

Chu Lan, who was playing with this little "ding", was stunned for a moment, and couldn't figure out whether the "master" was saying the right thing or the other way.

At this moment, a breeze came in an instant, the surrounding scenery changed instantly, and when she came back to her senses, Chu Lan found that she had appeared in the grass house of the "master", and Zong Ying's finger was between her eyebrows.

"This is Yimu Ding's manipulation technique," Zong Ying said indifferently, "Let's figure out the specific use for yourself." ”

Chu Lan came back to her senses, and there was a concise and clear picture and text in her heart, and it could be seen from the appearance that it was a technique that could make the bowl in her hand enlarge and shrink, and she felt even more strange.

After saluting Zong Ying, Chu Lan took a deep breath, snickered and hugged Yimu Ding back to his cottage.

Zong Ying noticed her smile, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a little, looking at Chu Lan's back and muttering to himself: "What a child." ”

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cough, declare in advance, "Master" is not Chu Lan's CP, don't stand in line.