Song Yiheng looked at his sister, who was even more emaciated than a little fox, took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands clean, and then said with a hint of reproach, "How come you are still playing with water when you are so old? Why are your hands so cold?"
Looking at Song Yiheng who was avoiding answering, Song Yizhi smiled more and more wiltedly, "Brother, something is wrong with you!"
Song Yiheng couldn't help but raise his hand and hit Song Yizhi on the head, "I'll go to the academy tomorrow. See if I'll let you skip class."
Song Yizhi didn't dare to be skinny anymore.
"Zhizhi, the fifth elder has a good temper, don't go too far." Looking at the peaks that were all arranged according to his sister's preferences, Song Yiheng couldn't help but sigh, "Look at how you messed with the peaks, you will come back later
Is it appropriate for Song Ningfeng to leave these to the Fifth Elder?"
Song Yizhi was happy, "Brother, I think the Fifth Elder will have ascended long ago by the time I wait for my Nascent Soul!"
It would be good if she could reach the Golden Core in three hundred years. By then, Rong Yueyuan had already ascended, and she would have no problem monopolizing Bright Moon Peak!
Song Yiheng was choked up.
Having said that, this is not the reason why my sister treats the summit of Bright Moon Peak as the back mountain.
"It's not that easy to ascend. No one has succeeded in ascending in the past thousand years." Song Yiheng said in a helpless tone, "Zhizhi, please restrain yourself."
Song Yizhi nodded, his perfunctory look obviously going in one ear and out the other.
Song Yiheng was helpless towards this precious sister, and in the end he could only rub her head hard and leave.
Not long after Song Yiheng left, Song Yizhi went back to rest.
Early the next morning.
It was still dark when Song Yizhi got up. She packed up and went to the kitchen. Looking at the chicken soup that had been simmering for a night, she took out some chicken soup and cooked two bowls of light white porridge.
As for the remaining chicken soup, Song Yizhi planned to use it to make soup stock, and then stew it like a Buddha jumping over the wall.
Rong Yueyuan meditated one night. When he came out of the house, he saw white porridge on the table.
After breakfast, the two went to the academy.
Song Yizhi walked straight to his seat, then held up his skirt and sat down cross-legged.
Seeing Song Yizhi who was not dozing off, not only the disciples were surprised, Rong Yueyuan was also surprised.
Before he could feel relieved, he saw Song Yizhi throwing a note to Feng Yi'an next to him.
It is better to say that it is a note than an osmanthus candy wrapped in paper.
Feng Yian put the sweet-scented osmanthus candy in her mouth, then tilted her head and glanced at Song Yizhi, who was sitting upright.
Song Yizhi rolled his eyes, then picked up a book and flipped through it.
Feng Yian caught Rong Yueyuan's gaze, calmed down a little, and continued to listen carefully to the lecture.
After the morning classes ended, Rong Yueyuan walked out of the school, and Song Yizhi was also preparing to leave.
"Song Yizhi, did you eat osmanthus candy in class again?" Wei Ling suddenly opened his mouth and looked at Song Yizhi.
Wei Ling's words attracted many disciples to look over. During class, they did smell the sweet scent of osmanthus. It turned out that Song Yizhi was eating something in class.
Song Yizhi nodded, "What's wrong?"
What else could happen? During class, she suddenly smelled the sweet scent of osmanthus, which immediately brought out her greedy self.
"I want to buy some from you." Wei Ling said bluntly. She stood up and walked to Song Yizhi, took out a few spiritual stones and placed them on her table.
Song Yizhi nodded, "Just wait a moment."
With that said, Song Yizhi lowered his head and rummaged through the storage bracelet, then took out a wooden box and handed it over.
Wei Ling opened it and took a look. Inside the box were square and neat osmanthus candies. She picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.
Just the right amount of sweetness but not greasy, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus fills your mouth.
Wei Ling's happy expression revealed his satisfaction with the sweet-scented osmanthus candy.
Others liked what she made, and Song Yizhi was in a good mood. She put away the spirit stones and prepared to get up.
"It does smell good." Bei Xianyue said, getting up and walking towards Song Yizhi. She was not as proud as Wei Ling, and asked gently and politely, "Song Yizhi, can I buy some osmanthus candy from you?"
Song Yizhi nodded, and after sitting back, she took out a box of osmanthus candies and handed them over.
Bei Xianyue took out a few spiritual stones and handed them over.
After finishing two small transactions, Song Yizhi stood up in a good mood, turned to look at Feng Yian, and asked, "Would you like to invite you to lunch?"
How could Feng Yian refuse? He nodded and followed.
After Song Yizhi left, Chen Yao looked at the wooden box in Bei Xianyue's hand and said respectfully, "Sister, this kind of thing has turbid air and will hinder your cultivation."
I don’t know what happened to their always noble senior sister to actually fall in love with Song Yizhi’s products.
Bei Xianyue glanced at Chen Yao and said in a calm tone, "You are here to study on behalf of the Hehuan Sect. Don't disgrace the Hehuan Sect."
Chen Yao's face changed after being lectured by Bei Xianyue, and in the end she could only murmur and lower her head.
Bei Xianyue withdrew her gaze. She took out an osmanthus candy from the box and put it in her mouth. The sweet taste made her feel good.
Occasionally eating a little won't have any impact. When the time comes, you can use the Marrow Cleansing Pill to wash away the impurities and turbidity.
However, when Bei Xianyue finished eating a piece of candy, she did not find any turbidity in the candy. She did not believe it and checked again, and found that there was indeed no turbidity accumulated in her body.
Beixianyue did not believe in evil and took another pill, but the result was still no turbidity.
Even the well-informed Bei Xianyue couldn't help but be surprised. She quickly returned to the house and used the communication talisman to contact the head of the Hehuan Sect.
"Yueyue, what's wrong?" The leader of the Hehuan Sect was a woman, and her gentle voice came from the communication talisman.
Bei Xianyue talked about the sweet-scented osmanthus candy, and then asked, "Master, I can be sure that my investigation is not wrong, but grains and grains do have turbidity that cannot be removed. Is it possible that someone can really make them?"
Do you want to eat without turbidity?"
"Maybe it didn't happen before, but doesn't it happen now?" The leader of the Hehuan Sect was still so gentle and gentle, and she didn't seem surprised at all by this.
Bei Xianyue always felt that her master might know something inside.
"Yueyue, what you hear with your ears is false, and what you see with your eyes may not be true. See with your heart." For this single Miaomiao, the head of the Hehuan Sect patiently and gently guided him.
Bei Xianyue responded, "Disciple knows."
"It's good that you know this. Don't mess with that lunatic Song Luo. By the way, remember to bring some sweet-scented osmanthus candy to me when you come back." The leader of the Hehuan Sect said.
After Beixianyue responded, the messenger talisman was exhausted.
Looking at the communication talisman that had been turned into powder by the exhaustion of spiritual power, Bei Xianyue's usually elegant and calm face became a little confused.
As we all know, the Great Elder of the Changqiu Sect is a cold beauty and is known to be fair. There are many monks who have received her favor. Why would Master say that the Great Elder of the Changqiu Sect is a madman?
Also, Master actually wants to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus candy made by Song Yizhi!?
Bei Xianyue thought about it for a while, but gave up because she couldn't understand it.
The top of Bright Moon Peak.
After eating, Feng Yian was directed by Song Yizhi to hang the beef strips on the bamboo poles to dry.
Song Yizhi stood in the shade holding a cup of tea, giving instructions from time to time.
Feng Yian hung the beef to dry for a while before she realized that she had caught Zhi Zhi.
However, Feng Yian didn't even get angry because she had a short mouth for eating people. She just felt that this little girl was full of evil intentions.