Rong Yueyuan walked into the kitchen and saw Song Yizhi busy in an orderly manner. The things on the stove were arranged in an orderly and neat manner.
"I don't cook much sweet and sour pork ribs. Eat less. If you dare to fight me for the last piece, you won't be able to eat braised pork in the future!" Song Yizhi handed over the sweet and sour pork ribs. When she saw Rong Rong
Yueyuanshi was so frightened that his hands relaxed.
Fortunately, Rong Yueyuan reacted quickly and held the porcelain plate, otherwise this plate of sweet and sour pork ribs might have ended up on the floor.
Song Yizhi took a step back with the spatula in his hand. He paused for a moment but still couldn't hide his surprise, "Fifth Elder?! Why is it you?"
Rong Yueyuan held the porcelain plate and glanced down at the short ribs on the plate.
The short ribs wrapped in thick sweet and sour sauce are deep red in color and shiny, and they are garnished with sesame seeds and chopped green onion, which makes them even more delicious.
"Mulao is looking at Feng Shui." Rong Yueyuan gathered the plates and said in a gentle voice with a hint of joking, "I will convey to Mu Lao, well, don't worry, the sweet and sour pork ribs are all yours."
The glamorous Rong Yueyuan was indeed out of place in the kitchen, but he himself didn't seem to have any discomfort.
"..."
Seeing the look on Rong Yueyuan's face that said, "Don't worry, I won't fight with you, and I will make sure Mu Lao doesn't fight with you." Song Yizhi clenched the spatula and took a deep breath.
The fifth elder must think that he is a stingy man now!
The stock is obviously out, and she likes sweet and sour pork ribs too much. She is really not stingy!
So angry!
This is all due to Lai Mu Lao! Her little reputation has been completely wiped out!
Song Yizhi squeezed the wooden-handled spatula so that it creaked, and shouted outside, "Smelly old man, your beef jerky is gone!"
Let yourself be embarrassed and thrown to Jiaoyue Peak, and his beef jerky will be gone!
Mu Lao came to the kitchen door with a whoosh, "No! You girl is so unreasonable! I'm obviously looking at Feng Shui's flawless clone, so what's wrong with asking this kid to help serve the dishes!"
"Ha." Song Yizhi sneered, lowered her head and continued cooking.
Don’t you know that women are unreasonable creatures from childhood to old age?
She is not happy!
Don’t even think about being happy anymore!
Mu Lao asked Rong Yueyuan to go out and lean against the door frame. Under the temptation of the fragrance, he said spinelessly, "Oh, if you have something to say, can you give me all the sweet and sour pork ribs today? I really can't do that with beef jerky."
No!"
Song Yizhi remained unmoved.
Mu Lao raised his hands to cover his face and cried, "This little girl is bullying an old and frail old man! Is there any justice in heaven?"
"There is no natural reason or geography." Song Yizhi said quietly. She took the time to look at the pretentious Mu Lao and said with disdain, "Stop crying, I can't squeeze out a single tear for a long time, just go and go."
"Old Mu." Rong Yueyuan walked up and spoke in a warm voice, "The spirit gathering array over there has been improved very well. The abundant spiritual energy is conducive to the growth of crops."
I have to say, the old and the young are really noisy.
Song Yizhi glanced at Mu Lao, with surprise written on his face, "I thought you were deliberately looking for excuses to be lazy. Ahem, I'm sorry. I wronged you, Mu Lao."
Mu Lao blew his beard and stared, "Do I look like that kind of person?"
Isn't it?
You have always found excuses to be lazy before!
Song Yizhi sneered, then realized he was wrong and said with a smile, "How about I let you eat three more pieces of sweet and sour pork ribs at noon today?"
Looking at the attractive sweet and sour pork ribs, Mu Lao nodded and reluctantly agreed.
Rong Yueyuan looked at the two people and seemed to understand why the two became friends.
After dinner, Mu Lao helped Song Yizhi improve the spirit gathering array in the field and left.
Song Yizhi also went down the mountain.
evening.
After Song Yizhi Qingcai finished shopping, he walked to Changqiu Sect.
"Senior Sister Song!" The enthusiastic voice made Song Yizhi tremble in reflex.
Of course, it's not fear but aversion to cold.
Without Song Yizhi turning around, Lan Qianqian walked up and walked in front of Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi looked at Lan Qianqian like that and was speechless.
I definitely didn’t look at the almanac when I went out!
However, it doesn't look like Lan Qianqian that a new direct disciple comes down the mountain instead of busy practicing.
What bad idea is she holding back?
Cui Ye, the direct disciple of the Fourth Elder, walked up to Song Yizhi and nodded, saying hello, "Junior Sister Song."
"Senior Brother Cui." Song Yizhi nodded in return, then waved his hand, "Senior Brother Cui, I'm going back to cook in a hurry, so I'm leaving first!"
After saying that, Song Yizhi turned around and left, his steps hurried as if he was in a hurry.
Just as Cui Ye was about to say something, he noticed abnormal fluctuations in the spiritual power around him. Looking at the crossbow arrows coming through the air, he said urgently: "Be careful!"
As he spoke, he summoned his magical weapon to block the crossbow arrow for Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi took two steps back, seemingly frightened.
Lan Qianqian only felt a little pity.
If senior brother had been slower in taking action, would Song Yizhi have died? What a pity.
The sneak attack failed, and the people from the darkness came out.
There were a dozen people in the group, the one with the lowest cultivation level was also the Golden Elixir, and there were two Nascent Souls among them, but Cui Ye was only a late-stage Golden Elixir, Lan Qianqian was in the early stage of Qi refining, and Song Yizhi was a Foundation Establishment, but this Foundation Establishment was watery.
Too big.
In short, the gap between the two sides is too big.
The head of the woman's eyes fell directly on Song Yizhi. She did not conceal her determination to win, "Song Yizhi, Song Yizhi, after squatting for half a month, I have conquered you!"
Lan Qianqian immediately understood that these people were here for Song Yizhi. In other words, she and her senior brother were innocently implicated!
What a scourge!
Song Yizhi recalled it, but there was no such person in her mind, "Who are you?"
"You don't need to know who I am, either you follow me obediently, or..." The woman laughed twice, revealing her murderous intent.
Cui Ye stood firmly in front of Song Yizhi and said coldly, "Unless I die, you will never take Junior Sister Song away!"
Lan Qianxi looked at her senior brother and couldn't help but tug on his sleeve. When Cui Ye looked over and said innocently, "Senior brother, Qianxi doesn't think these people want Senior Sister Song's life. Maybe they have something to do with her."
Senior Sister Song said."
Song Yizhi was not surprised at all when he watched Lan Qianqian persuade Cui Ye to give up on herself.
If Lan Cixi doesn't do this, then she won't be Lan Cixi!
"No!" Cui Ye said firmly, "These people come with bad intentions, how can Junior Sister Song survive if she falls into their hands?! This place is not far from the Changqiu Sect, and the sect will know!"
Lan Xixi didn't dare to say anything more.
If we continue to talk about this, we may be accused of not uniting with the same sect.
But she really hoped that Song Yizhi would be kidnapped or killed by these people.
"You want to hold me hostage and threaten your mother?" Song Yizhi said lazily, "Or do you want to kill me and severely injure your mother?"
She has experienced such dramas many times, and has been kidnapped several times. In short, this matter is really not something worth being nervous and afraid of.
The woman didn't intend to answer Song Yizhi's questions. She said, "Do it."
"bump--"
The huge sound caused by the collision of spiritual powers made Song Yizhi instantly deaf.
After he recovered, Song Yizhi saw Cui Ye fighting with the group of people.
Lan Qianqian stood aside and looked at Song Yizhi's laziness, her teeth itching with anger.