Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

When the morning light dyed the eaves of Wanmin Hall into honey color, Xiangling's apron with gilded edges had swept over seven kinds of seasoning jars. The iron pot was surging in the air, and the newly boiled chili oil was condensed into glass amber in the celadon bowl. A piece of snow-white fish belly drew an arc of light and fell into the boiling soup. The splashing oil was wrapped in rock elemental power and bloomed into fine rainbows in the morning sun.

"The seventh improvement of the spicy rock bass!" The young chef tapped the stove with her toes, and the dogwood seeds jumped into the obsidian mortar with a shout. The stone pestle fell and the icicles on the roof beams rustled, and the scarlet powder formed frost patterns on the edge of the bowl. "This time, I will use the morning dew from Qingce Village to wake up the spiciness. I guarantee that the spicy taste will penetrate into the cracks of the bones and bloom!"

The cold air spread out from Shen He's wide sleeves, and twelve ice lotus petals bloomed on the elm wood bench. A white jade flute lay across her knees, and the moonlight flowed through it. Her fingertips stroked the flute holes, and the frost instantly froze the chili oil dripping from the chopsticks of the diners at the next table: "If the five internal organs become a furnace, how can we see the emptiness?"

The overtones of the guqin resounded at this moment. The guqin in Lin Huan's arms trembled slightly, and the frozen chili oil shattered into crystal jade. "Ahe, can you recognize the flaming chrysanthemum in the Luhua Pool?" She turned the pegs and tuned the strings. The south wind wrapped the guqin music and melted the ice crystals. The old image of Liyue emerged in the colorful halo. "When the flower blooms, it is as blazing as a catastrophe fire, but when it withers, it bears a pure heart and jade marrow - just like this Jueyun pepper."

The sound of a silver bell broke through the air, and Xiangling's spatula scooped up the chili oil to paint a long landscape. The phantom of a rock crystal lily rose in the boiling red soup, "Only when the spicy taste breaks through the top of your head can you see the motto engraved on your taste buds by the immortals!" The iron pot suddenly hit the ice lotus, and the collision of scorching heat and extreme cold burst out emerald mist, which startled the pepper fruit in Guoba's arms and rolled onto the piano table.

The mist in Shen He's eyes suddenly shattered, and the ice lotus turned into 72 hexagrams floating in the air. "I watched the stars last night, and the pepper fragrance appeared in the Tianquan position, which was a sign of warding off evil." The frost flowers exhaled from her lips actively entangled the chili oil, and pieced together the red kite picture on the remaining pages of the "Food Sutra" in the air. "My junior uncle taught me that the seven emotions and six desires are all signs of cultivation."

The sudden sound of wind chimes interrupted the conversation, and the dew-soaked Jueyun peppers ignited blue flames on the strings of the zither. Lin Huan casually plucked the "Liaoyuan Tune", and the burnt aroma turned into curling sandalwood smoke along with the melody of the zither: "The true taste is to let the thunder know the heat, and teach the ice to understand the boiling." When the roasted pepper fruit was placed in Shen He's palm, the ice-blue lines had already meandered on the surface into immortal talismans.

Suddenly, a sound of a flute came from the direction of the Liuli Pavilion. Shen He stared at the butterfly shadow emerging from the rune, and suddenly threw the spicy fruit into the soup pot. The agate-like red soup exploded into golden lotus in the sparks of the rice crust. When the first flower fell on her eyelashes, this cold and solemn Taoist finally stretched out his bamboo chopsticks.

"Wait a minute."

The copper bell on the eaves of the Wangsheng Hall trembled slightly, and Ying caught the catnip sachet thrown by Hu Tao. A half rock seal fell from Zhongli's sleeve, and a glazed lily phantom bloomed on the ground, with the pistil pointing in the direction of Chihu Rock: "At three quarters past the hour of Mao, the fire in the Wanmin Hall reflected the tassels of the zither tail."

Paimeng grabbed the tassel of the traveler's cloak to avoid the ghost paper, "But Xizhi clearly said that he wanted to go to Qingce Village to pick..." The voice was cut off by the sudden rise of a group of ghost butterflies. The cat's paw print made of phosphorus powder had not yet taken shape, but had been picked up by the tip of the Homa spear into cinnabar rain.

When they arrived at the rhythm of the rolling pin, the ice lotus array was turning into dewdrops on the eaves. The wooden bench where Lin Huan sat still had the sound of Nan Ke's zither, and the strings were stained with half a piece of spicy ice crystal - the pattern was exactly the same as the floating shadow on Zhongli's teacup. In the embers of the stove, the cat's paw prints formed by the rock element were slowly sinking into the charcoal ash.

"Oh my!" Xiangling pointed her spatula at Yunlaihai. "Sister Shenhe borrowed my ice lotus boat half a cup of tea ago..." The spicy candies strung together with red strings jingled, and one of the candies had a half-frozen tassel in it. "She said she wanted to test the 'ice and fire stew'."

The sea breeze lifted the cloth curtain at this moment. On the terrace of the opposite glass pavilion, the sound of Grandma Ping's flute swept across the harbor wrapped in ice mist. The fleeting shadows of the red cherry blossom petals and red ropes in the mist were like the floating light passing through the hair of an old friend.

Ying turned around and tried to chase him, but was caught by the residual light of Yanyin. The glazed lily left by Zhongli had climbed onto her wrist at some point, and the veins of the petals vaguely recalled the old scene of Guiliji - the image of a young fairy secretly drinking Biluochun, which gradually overlapped with the mark that appeared and disappeared behind Lin Huan's ear.

"Missing is also a foreshadowing of reunion." The sound of Grandma Ping's flute suddenly came close to his ears. The traveler looked down and saw that the rock element mark on his palm was resonating with the stove fire in Wanmin Hall. A certain scarlet pattern gradually became clear, and it turned out to be the rebirth butterfly often engraved on the back of the wooden plaque of Wangsheng Hall...

(The next day, the "Liyue Anecdotes" recorded: Wanmintang's spicy sales soared by 70% in three days, and the number of people who booked ice burials at Wangshengtang increased sharply. Xinyuexuan's chef angrily complained that the rock elemental force interfered with the fire, but saw the bulletin board posted Chongyun's newly painted "Picture of the Stove God to Suppress Evil" - next to the picture was Xingqiu's calligraphy: spicy taste leads to tranquility, ice cleanses the soul, it is indeed the great way to harmonize yin and yang.)