Author: Sister Dou

After a day of hard work, Shen Qinglan returned to her small courtyard in Kaiyuan Hall from Xiaoqingfeng, and saw the monk enjoying her fish while swinging on her swing.

"When exactly did you return to the Western Regions, and why did you treat our Tongjianmen as your home?"

She just can't bear to see herself suffer while others enjoy the blessings.

Especially if this other person is her brother, it would be even more uncomfortable.

Jealousy made her change beyond recognition, and she just wanted this guy to disappear from her eyes as soon as possible.

The monk on the swing swung high and said, "After you cure the poisonous wound for Immortal Sheng Yi, I will go with you to your little island in the East China Sea."

Good guy, that was the original idea.

At that time, the number one in the demon-slaying tournament in the East China Sea had a 150-year right to use an island.

Before she could enjoy it herself, the dog monk stared at her first.

"Then why don't you go to the East China Sea to help me choose, and then I can go find you after I help Senior Shengyi get rid of the poison."

Even if the monk didn't say anything, Shen Qinglan didn't expect that it would take time to choose this island. The monk went to pick the best one first.

Unexpectedly, the monk didn't buy it at all, "Shang Jinxing won't pay attention to me. He wants to use the island to win over you."

Shang Jinxing, the young city lord of Wangyue Island City Lord's Mansion, really doesn't like monks very much.

Even if the monk goes away, it will be in vain.

Shen Qinglan snorted, "Tell me why your popularity is so low?"

The monk sneered, "You actually said that you don't know as many fellow disciples as me at Tongjianmen, right?"

Shen Qinglan stopped talking. She had been helping Sheng Yixianjun detoxify for more than half a year, and the monk had visited all the places Tongjianmen could go.

The monk laughed so hard when he saw her eating turtles, "Donor Qinglan, you should go back to practice. Immortal Lord Hongshan will probably be dissatisfied again tomorrow."

Shen Qinglan gets a headache when talking about this.

She has been learning the art of conferring gods from Immortal Lord Hongshan for several months, but she still hasn't understood its secrets.

I thought it was useless at first, but I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to learn it when it was my turn.

Immortal Lord Hongshan also said that it took a long time for Lord Rongshan to learn, but Lord Rongshan was very diligent every day. Apart from practicing, he spent all his time practicing the art of conferring gods.

In comparison, Shen Qinglan was relatively slack in his eyes.

Therefore, it has been said a lot!

Shen Qinglan fell weakly into the huge recliner in the courtyard, "Maybe I don't have this talent."

The monk jumped off the swing and said, "Don't talk about yourself like that. Remove the possibility. You have to believe in yourself. You just don't have the talent."

Shen Qinglan was furious and tried to beat him when he was sacrificed.

The monk jumped into the air, and the lotus seat appeared under him. He was planning to take action against Shen Qinglan, so he used his weapon and fled.

But she still tried to persuade Shen Qinglan, "Why are you in a hurry? The most important thing for immortal cultivators is time. If it doesn't work for one month, then two months. If it doesn't work for one year, then two years. There will always be a day when you learn."

Shen Qinglan fell back into the chair again, "That's right, such a hurried learning environment is not suitable for me."

She has been cultivating immortality for some years, but she still lacks self-discipline.

If her life is at stake and the situation is urgent, she may still be able to explode and hold herself up.

Now in this peaceful environment, she still prefers her own rhythm.

Shen Qinglan stood up from the chair, "No, in order not to be nagged by Master Hongshan tomorrow, I'll make him two spiritual meals."

She began to search in her storage bag, looking for some special ingredients, preparing to bribe this somewhat stern Mahayana immortal with delicious food.

The monk who was hanging in the air also fell to the ground, "Hey, do you think this is the purpose of your master?"

Shen Qinglan didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

"Just to pick on your faults and ask you to make more spiritual food to honor him? To shut his mouth?"

Shen Qinglan turned to look at him, "Do you know the truth?"

She recalled that Master Hongshan's eyes would look different every time he gave Immortal Sheng Yi some spiritual food that could help remove poison.

But Immortal Lord Hongshan was really strict on weekdays, so Shen Qinglan never dared to take the initiative to make spiritual food for him, for fear that if he did something wrong, he would be reprimanded.

"No matter, Grandmaster Hongshan teaches you to be careful. Regardless of whether he eats it or not, I will make two spiritual foods and send them to him."

The monk played with the pots and pans she took out, "Make more, and I'll try it for you."

"You can get away."

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Shen Qinglan has cooked no less than a thousand kinds of delicacies over the years.

She had never tasted anything in her previous life, and all kinds of rare ingredients in Tianyuan Continent. As long as she could get it, she would try it.

Today she wanted to do something special, not only to honor Master Hongshan, but also to adjust her mood.

Cooking is something she likes to do, and whenever she is immersed in it, she feels happy and joyful.

He took out a basket of seafood from the storage bag, such as black golden abalone, monocular giant claw shrimp, purple-backed jade crab and so on.

These were all found for her by Ling'er's brothers, and they were rare seafood even in the East China Sea.

She always left it for her own people to eat.

After she cleaned the poisonous impurities in these seafood, she threw them to the monks, "cut them into pieces and eat them raw."

The monk had already been used to this and was busy taking over.

Shen Qinglan took some more seafood and started making soup. After boiling for an hour, a pot of delicious seafood soup base came out.

She fished out the seafood from the pot and threw in a few translucent ingredients.

The monk was curious, "What is that?"

"Isinglass, when melted and cooled, the ingredients can be set."

After the isinglass melted, Shen Qinglan refined the impurities in the pot.

Fortunately, I am a cultivator. Otherwise, just to get a clear pot of soup would have to go through a complicated process.

Now there is no need to use magic to boil a pot of seafood into a pot of clear seafood soup base.

Shen Qinglan looked around and reached out to pick some huge golden purple peonies from a distance.

This flower has an incomparable fragrance and has the effect of refreshing the mind and refreshing the mind.

Shen Qinglan threw a bunch of petals into the seafood soup base with isinglass, so that each petal was coated with the isinglass seafood soup, and then fished it out and waited for the soup to solidify.

Then she used her perfected spirit control technique to tear off all the petals of the golden purple peony, leaving only the transparent layer of shaped petals.

Then the petals were reassembled and overlapped, and soon several transparent flowers made of seafood soup base were placed on the plate.

The monk was shocked by what she did.

"Good guy, you are really good at making things happen. You really turn food into flowers!"

Shen Qinglan didn't look back and continued to work on her own, "Don't eat it if you can. I don't make much, so I just saved your share."

"Donor Qinglan, please don't make fun of me. Anyone can refuse to eat it, but the young monk absolutely cannot!"
Chapter completed!