After drinking a cup of tea in silence, Yan Yan finally asked about the thing that she had been thinking about all night.
"Did you feel it? Did he show up tonight?"
Putting down the tea cup, Canghua raised his eyes and looked at her. From those clear eyes, he saw unconcealable tension and expectation.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and his face was as graceful as jade: "He appeared."
Yan Yan was stunned for a moment, then her mouth opened, revealing her first truly relieved smile tonight: "Okay, I'll wait for him!"
After drinking most of the tea in the cup, Yan Yan stood up and planned to go out.
When the moonlight comes at night, the Qi breath is richer and purer than during the day, so practitioners will seize the time to practice. She does not want to take up too much of Canghua's precious practice time at night.
Just as she was about to leave, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and said in surprise: "Huh? Where is Jiu Sui Ji?"
Canghua smiled: "You can choose the right time to plant spiritual roots."
Yan Yan reacted immediately, her eyes shining brightly: "You have matured so quickly?"
Canghua nodded, raised her hand slightly, and there was a snow-white cloth bag in front of her.
Yan Yan quickly opened it and found that the wheat had been ground into fine, snow-white flour and could be used directly.
She had never told Canghua that wheat had to be ground into powder before it could be used. She originally planned to wait until the wheat was harvested and take it out to let Bi Cheng help make it.
Unexpectedly, Canghua not only helped her harvest the wheat, but also helped her with all these trivial chores.
He didn't need to eat ordinary food, and he didn't need to learn the menial work of grinding flour before.
Most of what he did was learned from watching her cooking.
Unexpectedly, Canghua's high-ranking god would help her with such trivial matters...
Yan Yan was a little embarrassed, but also a little moved.
Looking back at Cang Hua inadvertently, Yan Yan discovered that his skin color was even whiter and clearer than before.
No, that's not right!
That's not white, it's transparent.
Canghua becomes transparent!
Although Canghua's current body has substance, it is condensed by spiritual consciousness, which is the wisp of purple smoke that floated out of the shrine when Yan Yan met him for the first time.
Now Yan Yan understands that the purple thing is like smoke but not smoke, that is the true form of Cang Hua's spiritual consciousness.
Since the opening of the Sumeru realm, he has also begun to continue practicing and recovering his spiritual consciousness. Yanyan has seen him use his spiritual power to do things several times. He can also feel that his divine power is slowly recovering.
But now he suddenly became transparent and looked weaker than when he first met him. It was probably because he was ripening Jiu Sui Ji for her, and his spiritual power was too much lost!
A trivial matter like grinding noodles must also consume his spiritual energy...
"You can concentrate on practicing and regaining your divine power. You don't need to do these chores. Bi Cheng can also help me." Yan Yan was very worried.
He will also plant spiritual roots for her. If he continues to consume it like this, will his divine power be exhausted?
Canghua's eyes were calm: "Since you and I have reached an agreement, we can support each other."
"I am trapped here now, and you are responsible for everything in the outside world. It is already very difficult for you. It is not a trivial matter here, but I am willing to do it to alleviate it for you."
Yan Yan was stunned.
To be honest, she was a little flattered.
Although the two are in a partnership, there is a huge gap between them in terms of status, ability, knowledge, etc.
This kind of partnership cannot be truly equal in nature.
Moreover, whether it was novels or mythological history that she had read in the past, mortals were basically regarded as ants in the realm of gods.
But because Canghua is now behind bars, Yanyan feels that he has been condescending to her since he first agreed to trade with her.
Although Canghua is just a soul body and can only stay in the Sumeru realm for the time being, it seems useless on the surface.
But as long as he gives her some tips and help, it will be crucial support for her.
Before the critical moment, she easily refused to ask Canghua to take action.
She didn't expect Canghua to be so approachable to her.
Yanyan feels that Canghua is probably the easiest god to get along with in the world.
She suddenly felt very lucky.
Yan Yan's thoughts were spinning in all directions, but Cang Hua didn't pay attention at all and continued to talk about him.
"He appeared today, and I have felt obvious aura fluctuations in his body. This shows that you have successfully attracted him and triggered his emotional fluctuations. If nothing happens, he will definitely appear in the next few days, and then he will be there again."
It depends on your means!"
Yan Yan smiled confidently: "Don't worry, as long as he comes to the door, I guarantee that the fish will bite the hook!"
Canghua nodded: "When this matter is settled, I will plant spiritual roots for you. You are about to face the secondary star. The sooner you start practicing, the better it will be for you."
"good!"
It was past three o'clock in the morning after leaving the Xumi Realm, and thinking about the important opportunity that would come tomorrow, Yan Yan took the time to get into bed to recharge her batteries.
I don't know whether it was because he was too tired the day before, or because he was relaxed after winning the first battle, but Yan Yan was already at the end of his days when he woke up.
After quickly getting dressed and washing up, Yan Yan was still thinking about the purchase of goods in the early morning, so she climbed over the wall and went to Bi Cheng's house next door.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, Yan Yan felt as if he had walked into the wrong door.
In the past, in the peaceful and simple courtyard, Mu Juaner led a group of children to tell stories.
Today, it was like a newly opened auction house. There was a courtyard full of noble gentlemen wrapped in silk ribbons, surrounded by the noble butlers who accompanied the noble gentlemen and were also well-dressed servants.
The alley outside the yard has long been blocked by gorgeous carriages and sedans with tall horses and large horses.
Everyone stretched their necks and stood on tiptoe to look into the backyard. Everyone's attention was attracted by the aroma of vegetables spreading throughout the yard.
Because he was so focused, no one noticed that Yanyan jumped out from the wall behind him.
Mu Juaner held her blind bamboo stick in front of the aisle leading to the kitchen, always smiling gently and patiently explaining to every guest who asked.
"My Master Yan is cooking inside right now. I don't want to see you all for free. I'd like to ask you to stand in a row behind me."
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Liu, Master Yan doesn't accept private work at home, only pick-up orders."
"I'm sorry for you. No matter how much you pay, my Master Yan won't be hired. She doesn't like to be bound by that..."
Seeing Mu Juaner's polite words and sending away one fortune after another for her, Yan Yan silently gave her a big thumbs up in his heart.
Silently, he turned around and ran up the wall again.
But she can't be seen by these people, otherwise her family's Mu Juan'er's work will be in vain.
Speaking of which, Mu Juaner's usual stories are really worth telling, and her eloquence is quite impressive.
If the earth is to be saved, Mu Juaner will definitely be the leading role in the public relations department!
Yan Yan followed the wall to the backyard. As soon as he entered the yard, he heard the sound of cooking oil in the kitchen, and the footsteps of the temporary waiter busy...
The "Chef Yan" standing in front of the kitchen stove is clearly the real name, Chef Yan's great apprentice, Bi Cheng.
Bi Cheng was shirtless, the vegetables in his hand were flying up, and his back was covered with sweat.
Why don't you call me Yan Yan when you are so busy?
That won't work!
Yan Yan is his precious master. How can he let his precious master do such hard and tiring work as cooking?
How unfilial!
As soon as Yan Yan's feet touched the ground, Mu Juan'er, who was blocking the door, turned her ears.
Calling a temporary boy to block the aisle for her, Mu Juaner walked towards Yan Yan with a bamboo stick.