Chapter 15 Sweet Potato Vermicelli
"Door... Lord?"
Chen Muxue looked left and right, no matter how you looked at it, there were only three boys in the courtyard.
"He's hiding?" Chen Muxue put one hand on her hips, and the other iron pot on her shoulders, forming a posture of a meteor hammer with one pot.
Dagui looked around: "Who?"
"Who is hiding?" Xiaohu immediately became vigilant.
"The one who hurt you!" Chen Muxue said, only to realize that Xiaohu didn't look like he was injured at all.
She frowned and walked forward, looking around Xiaohu for a long time.
Just when Xiaohu's goosebumps were all up, Chen Muxue patted him on the shoulder: "What a boy, you actually have spiritual roots!"
Although it is only the lowest-grade fire spirit root, but with the spirit root, it is more or less a step into the threshold of cultivating immortals—
Well, one toe counts as stepping in.
"I don't know what's going on...Since..." Xiaohu looked at Chen Muxue with flickering eyes, "Since the door master's cooking became more delicious, I feel some changes in my body every day."
"He was reluctant to eat the steamed buns left by the sect master at noon. He ate it just now. Once he ate it, it was like... like a super big fart."
Dafu scratched his head after describing it.
oops! I can't speak by myself, I would have let Dagui speak if I knew it earlier!
Fortunately, Dafu's face was dark, and he couldn't tell if he was red.
Chen Muxue was silent, she recalled the shock of her aura when she was promoted...it was a bit...
Xiaohu clenched his fists excitedly: "Master, can I practice now?"
"That's right." Chen Muxue smiled and patted Duhu's head.
Smiling and laughing, the words "kind smile" popped up in her mind, so she immediately put away the smile.
Gan, she's only in her twenties, okay?
Dumb blushed with excitement.
He can practice too! The Qianding Sect is no longer carried by the Sect Master alone, he can also share the burden for the Sect Master!
Dagui on the side looked at Chen Muxue's hand touching Dahu's head, and curled his lips quietly.
Cen Lizhui in the dark didn't know what expression to put on.
He has always been very good at controlling himself, but at this moment his heart has set off a huge wave!
In the entire world, so far, there is no way to allow people who do not have spiritual roots to have spiritual roots!
How many children born in sects were sent back to their hometowns as soon as they were born because they did not have spiritual roots?
If you were born in a ruthless sect, you will be abandoned at birth, or... directly smothered to death!
Even some elders or children of the head of the sect disappeared because they had no spiritual roots. No one knew where they went. How much hope they carried before they were born, and how much condemnation they would have to bear after they were born!
As long as one has a spiritual root, even if it is only the lowest grade, one can wash the marrow through various pills and manpower. Although the process is extremely painful, it is always a way...
Cen Li looked at Chen Muxue with complicated eyes.
If the world knows that she, or the iron pot in her hand, has this effect, it will probably be a bloodbath...
As the party involved, Chen Muxue didn't know anything about it, she just thought this pot was too fierce, and she loved it!
"Here, this is the training book of our sect. This is, uh, the basic cultivation of alchemists, post-alchemy care of alchemy furnaces, basic cultivation, cultivation theory and skills..."
Chen Muxue took Xiaohu to the pitifully small library of Qiandingmen, and almost piled all the books in front of Xiaohu.
Xiaohu looked at her looking at the cover of a book, he hesitated: "Sect Master... You haven't read these books, have you?"
Chen Muxue said in disbelief: "Is that why you miss your head?!"
"No, no, no..." Xiaohu waved his hands quickly.
Chen Muxue snorted inwardly, of course she had seen it—wouldn’t it be considered that she had seen her body after seeing it!
Before she traveled through time, the original owner read it every day. Did the book curl up without reading it?
"I gave you all the books, everything about cultivation is written on it, you can read it yourself!" Chen Muxue didn't wait for Xiaohu to speak, and ran out quickly, and closed the door of the study very considerately.
It's too dangerous, what if Xiaohu asks a question? She has never practiced immortality, how would she know?
Chen Muxue hummed a song and was about to go back to take a nap. She vaguely felt that she had forgotten something, but she didn't remember it after thinking about it for three seconds, so she forgot it.
In the kitchen, Xiaohua waited for a long time, but didn't hear any movement, but the owner of the door didn't come back, so she wouldn't mess around.
The kitchen with the door closed was a bit dark, and Xiaohua didn’t like dark places, so she squatted under the sunlight from the window to watch the ants move food.
A group of ants moved a shiny bead from nowhere. The purple bead, the size of a fingernail, shone in the sunlight and immediately attracted Xiaohua's attention.
"Little ant, this doesn't seem to be edible, can I exchange it with you?" Xiaohua said softly, took out half a piece of steamed bun from her bosom, and broke off a small piece.
Chen Muxue's steamed buns are so real that Xiaohua can't finish them.
Surprisingly, the ants seemed to understand Xiao Hua's words. They let go of the beads and surrounded Xiao Hua, as if they were waiting for her to put down the steamed buns.
Gently put down the steamed bun, Xiaohua picked up the purple beads and looked carefully, and could vaguely see a gas-like thing scurrying around inside.
"It's so beautiful!" Xiaohua wiped the beads with the corner of her clothes, and put them away cherishingly.
After sleeping for more than two hours, Chen Muxue finally remembered in her dream that she had forgotten something. She sat up in shock, looked at the sky, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen.
The sky is already dark, and the kitchen is dark.
Opening the kitchen door, Chen Muxue called Xiao Hua while lighting the oil lamp.
"Sect Master! Xiao Hua thought the Sect Master fell asleep too..."
Chen Muxue only felt that her legs were hit. Xiao Hua hugged her legs tightly, and her small shoulders twitched.
She did fall asleep...but "falling asleep" has another meaning for Xiaohua.
Chen Muxue comforted: "It's okay, Xiaohua, the sect master will always be there, don't be afraid."
Xiao Hua raised her head, her face was wet, and Chen Muxue saw the wet puddles on her skirt, and knew that she was crying.
What did a four or five-year-old girl go through to be able to stay quietly in a room alone, and cry secretly?
She realized that the little girl in front of her was a real person, not a supporting role that could be described in a few words in the original book.
"Okay! Come on, Xiaohua, let's make something delicious!"
Chen Muxue picked up her sleeves, and easily carried the large tank, which was about the same height as her, and filtered the water inside.
With her magical little finger, there is no need to boil water in the pot, and the water is boiled directly when it is released.
Put the powdered water just sifted out in a long and wide shallow dish that has been brushed with oil, and steam in the pan for about one minute. After demoulding, cut into strips, and the sweet potato vermicelli is made.
Chen Muxue nodded in satisfaction, small restaurant? Let you see the power of roadside stalls!
(end of this chapter)