Lu Youyou happily carried the porcelain altar and walked towards the back mountain, planning to catch a pheasant, rabbit or something in the back mountain.
She walked around the front mountain and quickly arrived at the back mountain, when a voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
The sound was very rhythmic. Lu Youyou stood still, calmed down and listened, and found that it was the sound of a flute.
Who is so leisurely playing the flute in the middle of the night?
The first thing Lu Youyou thought of was Le Jinrong, because the purple-stemmed Thunder Bamboo he got was a Xiao.
But from the melodious sound of the flute, Lu Youyou felt that it was not like him. Le Jinrong was a madman, how could he play such beautiful music.
No matter who it is, it has nothing to do with her. Tonight, she will kill all the people with the highest status in the Scarlet Sky Sect.
The deer leisurely arrived at the back mountain and easily caught a sleeping pheasant.
This pheasant belongs to the first-order monster. Its feathers are similar to those of a peacock. It is very beautiful. Its meat is firmer and more delicious than the chickens raised in rural areas.
Pheasant: Who the hell is disturbing my sweet dream?
Lu Youyou: Don't make trouble, you will be able to sleep forever in a while. Don't worry, I will try my best not to make you feel pain. I promise you, you will sleep very peacefully.
Pheasant:Really?
Lu Youyou: Really, more real than real gold, believe me.
In this way, Lu Youyou brought the porcelain altar and the pheasant to the cold pool together. He raised the knife and cut off the pheasant's head with one stroke. The pheasant died without even feeling the pain. It can be seen that Lu Youyou's words were
Arithmetic.
Lu Youyou shed two drops of crocodile tears at the headless chicken, then squatted down to pluck the feathers and disembowel the chicken, all at once.
After picking up the pheasant, there is no need to wash it with water. After cleaning the pheasant, you will see that the chicken is naked, smooth, and full of fat. You will know that the chicken is delicious.
Lu Youyou swallowed.
She warned herself not to rush, and once the perverts were dealt with, she could eat chicken whenever she wanted, and no longer had to worry about her life.
Put the plump pheasant in the porcelain altar, sprinkle with salt and seasonings, and the most important thing is the spirit-cleansing grass. Lu Youyou uses a butcher knife to chop the spirit-cleansing grass into pieces, trying not to let anyone discover the true appearance of the spirit grass.
Put all the broken pieces into the porcelain jar and fill it with cold pond water.
Once everything is ready, you can start the fire.
Lu Youyou circulated the fire spirit power in her body, and a cluster of flames instantly appeared in her palm. She shook her hand and was thrown under the porcelain altar.
Next is the process of simmering the chicken soup.
Lu Youyou had nothing to do, so he found a stone on the edge of the cold pool and sat cross-legged on it to meditate.
Lu Youyou started practicing by running the "Five Elements Yin and Yang Jue".
Ever since the Chixiao Sect had the ultimate heavenly spirit gathering array, its spiritual energy has grown exponentially.
The mist above the cold pool was hazy, and when Lu Youyou was spinning her skills, all the mist floated over and surrounded her.
Soon, Lu Youyou was immersed in the selfless state of cultivation.
But she didn't forget about making chicken soup. As long as she circulated her spiritual power in her body for a week, it would take about half an hour.
During this time, the chicken soup should also be ready.
At that time, she can take the chicken soup and give it to the unlucky ones.
Lu Youyou makes plans and practices with confidence.
The flame kept burning, and as time passed, the water in the porcelain altar began to boil, and the aroma of pheasants overflowed with the heat, drifting far away, as if the entire back mountain was filled with the aroma of chicken soup.
Standing on the top of the mountain, Le Jinrong smelled the light aroma of chicken and stopped playing the flute.
Immortal cultivators don't pay much attention to appetite, but the chicken soup made by Lu Youyou is simply too delicious. Monks rarely smell such a delicious smell.
Le Jinrong was curious as to who it was that stayed up late at night without sleeping or practicing, secretly cooking and eating.
He released his spiritual consciousness and looked where the smell of chicken soup was coming from, and soon found Lu Youyou sitting on the edge of the cold pool practicing.
There was a fire next to her, and on top of the fire was the fragrant chicken soup.
Le Jinrong was stunned for a moment and sneered softly:
"I have never seen such a greedy person. He has not forgotten his appetite even in the world of cultivation."
However, the soup made by the little girl is so delicious.
The purple-stemmed Heavenly Thunder Bamboo kept turning on his fingertips, and Le Jinrong's eyes lit up with a light of interest.
The frost-colored robe rolled up, and Le Jinrong disappeared like a white mist. When he reappeared, he was already standing next to Lu Youyou.
His cultivation has reached the late Nascent Soul stage, and there is no sound at all when he falls.
Le Jinrong lowered his eyes and looked at Lu Youyou's fleshy little face for five minutes. The smell of the chicken soup became stronger and it looked like it was cooked.
A smile couldn't help but form on his lips.
It's not good for a little girl to be so greedy. She's already fat, and she still eats midnight snacks. For the sake of your health, my second senior brother will reluctantly eat this Gu Chicken Soup for you.
With this thought in mind, the smile in Le Jinrong's eyes deepened.
Although he usually treats Lu Youyou very harshly, he actually likes this little girl in his heart and wants to tease her.
With a thought, the purple-stemmed Heavenly Thunder Bamboo disappeared from the palm of his hand and disappeared into the Dantian to warm up.
He turned around and came to the fireside with a smile.
The chicken is already cooked, the chicken soup is very clear, with a light yellow oil floating on it, and the aroma is overflowing, making people want to stop eating.
Le Jinrong unceremoniously took the porcelain altar off the fire with his bare hands.
With his level of cultivation, this little heat is nothing and cannot hurt him at all.
He picked up the spoon, scooped some chicken soup and put it into his mouth. The rich aroma immediately exploded in his mouth.
All the aroma of the chicken is brought out, and the essence is integrated into the soup. The taste is light and delicious, clear and translucent, not fishy and not greasy.
After just one bite, Le Jinrong fell in love with the taste.
He looked at Lu Youyou in surprise, never expecting that this child was not only very talented in cultivation, but also had a strong personality, never flinched when faced with difficulties, and could even make soup so delicious.
It's hard to find flaws in her, and it's hard not to like her.
Le Jinrong raised his eyebrows and began to eat happily.
Drinking soup and eating meat in large gulps is like eating kebabs and draft beer at the night market. How can it be said that it is so satisfying?
The spiritual power circulated in Lu Youyou's meridians, and she finally stopped practicing. The overwhelming aroma of chicken soup was on her nose. It seemed that the chicken soup was cooked.
Lu Youyou's eyelashes trembled twice, and before she could open her eyes excitedly, a low-pitched voice came from her ears.
"Hey! Are you awake? Just in time, I have one mouthful left for you. If you don't wake up, you won't even have this last mouthful."
Suddenly someone was talking beside her. Lu Youyou's heart trembled violently. She opened her eyes suddenly and looked towards the source of the sound.
Le Jinrong, wearing a frost-colored brocade robe, burst into her sight.
He was holding a chicken drumstick in his hand. The meat on the drumstick was almost eaten, and as he said, only the last bite was left.
There were chicken bones lying on the floor beside his feet, and an empty porcelain jar. Not to mention the chicken, there wasn't even chicken soup left. Apparently, this guy had eaten them all.
Lu Youyou stared at him blankly, not coming back to his senses for a long time.
The chicken soup is gone? Le Jinrong ate it all by himself?
So, her plan to trick Master and other senior brothers failed?
Lu Youyou's eyes kept changing colors, his face wasn't very pretty, his lips were pursed tightly, and his fists were clenched.
Le Jinrong will soon be washed away by the spirit-cleansing grass. Should she take the opportunity to kill him?