Just as Long Fu Shi poured wine for them, Qingyun discovered that her hands were very rough. Not only were the joints of her fingernails a little thick, but there were almost all wounds of large or small on her ten fingers, which was completely different from the hands that a family lady should have.

"No wonder Fu poetry always hides his hands in his cloak."

Qingyun secretly speculated.

However, Long Fushi also cared about Qingyun's every move, so she naturally couldn't hide her eyes from her eyes.

"My hands are not good-looking, right?"

"Write poetry..."

Qingyun didn't know what to say. Looking at his expression, Long Fushi suddenly felt relieved, and then smiled and took the initiative to pick up a chopstick of dishes for Qingyun.

"There is no way. After being assassinated when I was young, my status at home plummeted, and many times I can only rely on myself."

Long Fushi said it very lightly, but Qingyun suddenly felt that his heart was being pulled a little. He didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only be a listener quietly:

"Everyone seems to have a bit of a sad past, and I have seen endless sadness in your eyes, but this is not the reason for us to stop, isn't it?"

To his surprise, Long Fusi passed by the hardships he had encountered without saying anything, and he still smiled at Qingyun extremely gentlely.

This made him completely confused about why Long Fushi seemed to have never had any negative emotions.

Qingyun did not move her chopsticks, but quietly came from the fiery red cloak, and gently held Long Fusi's hand, which was a bit rough but extremely warm, which made her face suddenly turn red like sweet sweet fruit.

"My cultivation is indeed not high. After I can't speak, I can only take care of the younger generations in the clan. Fortunately, the head of the Meng family found Huoyin Baoyu in the 100,000 mountains, so he was able to speak out again and bid farewell to that difficult life."

"Your Long family is so ruthless."

Qingyun narrowed his eyes, and his favorability for the entire Long family could be said to have plummeted.

"It's all over, and the head of the family has treated me very well."

Long Fushi smiled indifferently, as if he was not dissatisfied with it.

Qingyun felt admiration from the bottom of her heart for her optimism and positivity. She tasted the delicacies in the bowl and exclaimed:

"Who said that your talent is average? I think you just don't focus on your practice. You see, you can play flutes and calligraphy, and you can practice alchemy and cook. These are all extremely labor-intensive and mentally consuming things."

After hearing this, Long Fushi smiled and shook his head, and gently tapped the jade piece with red rays on his neck.

“It all depends.”

"Huoyin Baoyu?"

"Um."

She smiled and nodded, and she gently held a cup with Qingyun.

As the two talked, they were almost sitting on each other, but at the moment of delicious food, the jealous little fox just glanced at it and ate it again, which showed that the cooking skills of dragon poetry were beyond imagination.

Just listen to it and then explain:

"Huoyin Baoyu seems to have an ancient jade spirit. I originally wanted to take him as my teacher, but he might think that my qualifications are too poor. He has always refused to accept me as his disciple and only asked me to call him a senior. During the long time I got Baoyu, I almost just entered into meditation or rest, and my spirit would enter it."

"It's so magical. What do you get when you enter the treasure jade? Is it a despicable martial art or an ancient heritage?"

Qingyun asked curiously, but Long Fusi smiled without saying a word.

"Don't tell me you learned to cook in there..."

My little master looked desperate.

"Haha, it's more than that. I'm playing the flute, calligraphy, and elixir. I've learned so many fun things in it! Including the introduction of Najiya, I also saw it in it!"

The clouds exploded.

"This Yu Ling is also a talented person, what's wrong with teaching..."

Long Fu Shi smiled out loudly and said:

"The head of the family also had the same expression as you when he first found out, it looked very similar, haha."

"If Long Pan had come back, I would have been angry with you long ago."

"Hehe, in fact, there is a huge open-air palace in Huoyin Baoyu. Well, it can't be considered open-air. Its top is transparent, and around the entire palace wall are rows of huge bookshelfs, all of which are filled with Master Yu Ling's collection of books, like a Sutra Pavilion."

"Is there any peerless martial arts?"

My husband asked curiously.

"Of course there is. Master reads it with me, but in fact I don't like practicing, so I just picked up his various miscellaneous books to read. It's so interesting that I'll tell you."

Secondary explosion.

"Savvy...awesome..."

"My master is much better than me, so there is nothing he can't do. It can be said that he truly knows astronomy and geography, and knows everything from all over the world. He knows everything, no matter what I want to learn, and he can guide me from an extremely professional perspective."

Long Fushi seemed not to hear the ridicule in Qingyun's tone, and his voice was full of admiration.

"He didn't let you learn something useful?"

"Uh, is cooking useless? If you think it's useless, then don't eat it..."

"I wrote a poem wrong..."

Qingyun smiled bitterly and raised his hand to surrender.

"Hmph, as long as your cultivation does not stagnate, there are too many unknown mysteries waiting for us to discover, and these are the most interesting things."

"Your desire for knowledge is really strong."

The young master told the truth, and at this time, the little fox suddenly interrupted:

"One ancestor we often say this."

"I thought Alian, you just ate."

"It's so delicious Yunlang, why don't you eat it? If you don't eat it, I'll eat it all!"

The little fox didn't even look at it, they just licked the dishes, just licked them clean. Long Fushi and Qingyun looked at each other and began to officially enjoy this jade plate delicacy that looked like a work of art.

The three of them landed in a relatively dense jungle clearing. The mountain breeze blew over and blew up a lot of flying grass leaves. Long Fushi got up considerately after taking a few bites, and then placed a few spirit stones and talismans around them, and then built a simple formation to isolate the sound dust.

"Don't tell me that you are also proficient in formation."

"Understand."

My master was completely defeated.

After so many years, Qingyun doesn’t remember how long it took for him to relive such a warm atmosphere. This is also the first time that he and Long Fushi had truly honest exchanges in the meaning of being in the Huxin Pavilion of Long’s family.

It was not until this time that I realized how knowledgeable the weak and boneless beauty in front of me was!

From the mountains and rivers in various parts of Jiuzhou, they are almost all involved in the cultural styles of various sects and sects.

And there are also various miscellaneous learning skills such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Qingyun discovered that there was nothing that dragons could not write poetry!

Although he is indeed not proficient in everything, God knows how to remember all the poems of dragons with such complicated and complicated knowledge.

What surprised Qingyun the most was that Long Fu's poem even recited the poem "The Monks of Jiuzhou are familiar with, but few people know the second half of the song.

"The spirit leads the earthly transformation of hundreds of meridians, concentrates the mind and controls the wind to return to the spirit. Refining the emptiness and returning to life and seeking immortality, it is difficult to see the truth of the Tao."

"This...you also see it from the Sutra Pavilion?"

The young master asked in shock.

"Yes, according to my inference, the real level of the upper third level should be the realm of refining the virtual realm, returning to the habitat and the final realm of immortality. The realm of immortality and the middle third level of the spiritual realm seem to be divided into small realms, but this is completely beyond the scope of our practice in the human world. Only by enduring the ascension of the spiritual realm of the spiritual realm can we practice in the legendary immortal realm."

A brief introduction to the dragon's poem.

"As for more specific content, Master did not allow me to read it anymore. He said that it would be harmful to me if I had contact with them too early."

After lying on Qingyun's legs and burping comfortably, A Lian also narrowed her eyes and said:

"Yes, I also heard from the ancestors in the clan that it was like me, because of the half-demon, I still have no access to higher-level demon cultivation techniques, so my realm can only stay at the seventh level of the Yuanhua Realm."

"Are you a half demon?"

Long Fusi asked in surprise.

She remembered that the little fox seemed to be in a complete human form last time when he showed his demon body, but she didn't care too much, just continued:

"I heard that half of the demon opens all seven orifices very early. Although his bloodline and body are not as good as the real demon spirit, his cultivation speed is extremely fast, so it is easy to produce inner demons and then die prematurely."

A Lian turned over after a few words. When the young master saw that her belly seemed to be bulging, she seemed to be pregnant.

Almost all the dishes on this big table were arranged by the little fox alone, which made Qingyun and Long Fushi sigh without taking a few bites.

After a glass of spiritual wine, Long Fushi's face was red and she blinked her beautiful eyes. She stared at A Lian's holy and perfect face and asked with a smile:

"Sister A Lian, are the dishes I cook delicious?"

“It’s delicious!”

The little fox opened his big eyes and flicked and sat up.

"Did you have a treasure bag in your stomach? Don't tell me you're not full yet."

Drink all the wine in the glass, and the blue clouds are covered with black lines.

"Then do you still want to eat?"
To be continued...