Filial piety: the supreme emperor

While Lu Ran was drinking tea, he relaxed his perception a little and immediately raised his eyebrows.

Under the table, a plump, white jade foot wrapped in skin-colored stockings hooked his leg and gently caressed it. The thin stockings wrapped around the perfect long legs, with smooth lines and an ultimate beauty. The calves were straight and slender, and the skin was as smooth as cream, without a single flaw. The toes were evenly spaced, painted with noble purple nail polish, and in the looming stockings, they sparkled like precious gems with a moving luster. Fortunately, the bamboo tablecloth blocked the view under the stone table, and she didn't notice this little action while talking to her master Qu Qirong, otherwise she would have been embarrassed on the spot.

"I'm a little curious about how Ran'er suppressed the sleeping spell?" Ning Qian asked casually with a smile on her face and her hands crossed.

How could she not know how Lu Ran suppressed the sleeping curse? In addition to using his special physique and mouth as a bridge to guide and refine the Yang Sha in the curse, what other methods can he use? Of course, the degree of intimacy is limited to this, because Ning Qian knows that the sleeping curse is still in the closed period and there will be no riots. In this way, the sleeping curse can be completely lifted in less than half a year. Even because of the special circumstances, Ning Qian still felt a pang of pain in her heart.

"Ran'er has a special physique. She used a secret method to draw out the Yang evil in the curse bit by bit." When talking about this, Qu Qirong's beautiful face flushed slightly, and tenderness flowed in her eyes.

Lu Ran has a special physique, and Ning Qian, as his master, should know about it. As for the intimate traction and refining method, Ning Qian should not know it. After all, she was also a member of the Yin-Yang Fa Tian before, so how could she happen to be planted with the Yin-Yang Curse Seal? Thinking of the lingering kiss with her own Ran'er and the indulgence caused by the accident that day, Qu Qirong felt her cheeks burning and her heart palpitating.

"So that's how it is!" Ning Qian bit her delicate red lips gently, with a hint of temptation and amusement in her beautiful eyes. She did not reveal the special traction and refining method.

“Of course I can make peach blossom cakes too!”

"It was only with Ran'er's patient teaching that I was able to succeed!"

Ning Qian's eyes were bright, she glanced at Lu Ran with a smile, and spoke with her red lips slightly parted.

She did make peach blossom pastry, and it was very popular with her beloved apprentice.

For example, that time at Chiyan Mountain, because the evil spirit in his body was turbulent.

Another example is the birthday celebration in the room next to Qu Qirong at Xiaoxiang Yayuan, which left a deep impression on Lu Ran.

After hearing this, Lu Ran's mouth twitched and he was speechless.

He couldn't find any problem with what the Master said, but his expression was very strange.

For some reason, he remembered his ability of pecking gently!

Qu Qirong showed a look of realization: "So that's how it is!"

She knew that her daughter Ran'er was gifted in cooking, so it was no surprise that she could make peach blossom pastry.

"Ran'er, do you think the peach blossom cake made by Madam is more delicious, or the one made by Master is more delicious?"

At this moment, Ning Qian still had a charming smile, and her lotus feet were wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, interpreting what it meant to be in love before the tune even plays.

Whose peach blossom pastry is more delicious?

This is a real problem.

Lu Ran suppressed his inner restlessness, pretended to be indifferent, and replied softly: "The peach blossom cake made by Aunt Rong is fragrant and pleasant, sweet but not greasy, refreshing."

"The peach blossom cakes made by the master are fresh, sweet and delicious, with a long-lasting fragrance."

"In short, each has its own merits!"

He did not specify who was better, but gave a universal answer.

You said that the peach blossom pastries made by the two elders are delicious?

Of course not!

It doesn't make sense to say that they taste equally good or that one is better than the other.

At this moment, we can only say that each has its own characteristics.

His own master is the same. He never plays by the rules and always likes to give him difficult questions like this.

Just as he thought, Qu Qirong smiled fondly: "If you like it, eat a few more pieces!"

Ning Qian folded her hands, supporting her smooth jade-like chin, with the corners of her mouth raised in a charming arc, and her soft flesh-colored lotus feet created a sense of oppression.

The ink-colored cheongsam seemed to sway gently in the breeze.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard.

A chopstick fell to the ground and landed next to Qu Qirong's embroidered shoes.

Lu Ran, who was already having a headache, looked at his master with a dark complexion.

Because the chopsticks were his, but they were accidentally knocked off by the master.

Meeting the gaze of her beloved disciple, Ning Qian's enchanting eyes were like spring water, interwoven with a hint of charm that made people unable to help but fall into it.

At the side, Qu Qirong also saw the chopsticks next to the embroidered shoes and prepared to bend down to pick them up.

"Auntie Rong, you don't have to pick them up. If the chopsticks fall, just change them!"

At the critical moment, Lu Ran hurriedly said.

If Aunt Rong bent down and saw a scene she shouldn't see, it would be troublesome.

Lu Ran didn't know what his mood was now.

If you say it's three parts helplessness, three parts excitement, and three parts nervousness, it looks like a pie chart anyway.

In the past, he always felt that the pie-shaped mood statistics chart was exaggerated.

But since he had this enchanting mature woman master, he has actually experienced it several times.

"Then use this pair!"

Hearing this, Qu Qirong picked up a new pair of chopsticks from the side and handed it over.

Lu Ran took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of peach blossom pastry, and calmed himself down!

He always felt that the scene before him was more dangerous than his exploration of the secret realm.

If you are not careful, you will end up in social death.

In the medicinal field filled with extremely rich spiritual energy.

The little fox Yingying led Baizhi, Hongxue and Moxue, walking among the spiritual flowers and herbs with graceful steps.

“Bing~Bing!”

She paused, stretched out her little paws to fiddle with the petals of one of the crimson spiritual flowers, and told the three behind her that this was her favorite.

“Squeak! Squeak!”

“Chi~”

Hongxue, Moxue and Baizhi went forward to smell it and were delighted by the aroma. They tasted a petal and immediately cried out in joy.

The little fox lay on the ground whimpering complacently, with a magical herb in his left hand and a magical flower in his right hand, which he stuffed into his mouth like an oxhorn peony.

Her meaning was very clear. This medicinal field belonged to her. She could eat from it however she wanted and let whoever she wanted eat from it.

Seeing this scene, the three little foxes, after getting Yingying's consent, also lay down on the medicine field and began to enjoy it.

Eating magical herbs and flowers and taking a nibble at the sweet magical plants from time to time, the little fox felt extremely happy.

Not long after, five extremely beautiful spirit butterflies flew to the medicine field from a distance, surrounded the tallest crimson spirit flower and took turns collecting nectar.

Sometimes they danced in pairs, and sometimes five of them jumped side by side, dancing gracefully and charmingly, showing their beauty and elegance.

The little fox who was enjoying the delicious spiritual creature watched with great interest and did not disturb it.

The five psyllables did not feel her gaze and were diligently collecting nectar, hoping to collect enough pollen.

A cold wind blew through the courtyard.

Lu Ran might have felt a little cold and shivered!

Ning Qian seemed to sense something as well. There was a mixture of moisture and charm in her beautiful eyes. As she took a sip of fragrant tea, her slender hands silently stirred up ripples, blocking the cold wind from entering under the stone table, as if she was hiding something.

Lu Ran pondered for a moment, exhaled a long breath, and looked at the mature lady in front of him: "Aunt Rong, it's rare for you to come to Zixia Sect, I will accompany you to walk around!"

He thought that sometimes it was really not appropriate to leave Master and Aunt Rong alone together.

Otherwise, the master would always cause some trouble.

Although every time there is a close call...

"Yeah, I had the same idea!"

Qu Qirong slowly stood up, her eyes swept across the flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard, and finally landed on the pavilion in the distance, and said softly: "Ran'er, I want to go to the back mountain to take a look!"

She wanted to know about the environment in which her own Ran'er had lived for the past sixteen years.

"Yes!" Lu Ran would naturally not refuse the request of his elders, but his expression was a little strange.