My Xiuxian painting style is not right

Chen Yu looked at the strange expressions on Lin Qingxue and Liu Ruyan's faces and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Just teasing him. This old man is quite interesting."

Liu Ruyan covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes moving, looking at Chen Yu with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"I think you are more interesting than this old man." She still held the branch in her hand, scratching the ground from time to time, leaving shallow marks.

Lin Qingxue frowned slightly, as if she somewhat disagreed with Chen Yu's behavior, but she said nothing in the end. She just sighed softly, walked to a stone nearby, sat down, and closed her eyes to rest.

Her snow-white dress fluttered gently in the breeze, like a fairy descending to earth.

Seeing that Lin Qingxue didn't say anything, Chen Yu ignored her and continued to pay attention to the old man who was concentrating on studying the "Bigu Magic Skill".

The old man was sitting upright at the moment, holding the tattered book in one hand and stroking his beard with the other, muttering to himself and shaking his head from time to time, looking unfathomable.

Chen Yu looked at his funny appearance and laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.

He coughed lightly, walked to the old man, pretended to be respectful and asked, "Master, how is your research going?

Is there any secret to this Bigu Divine Art?"

The old man raised his head, looked at Chen Yu seriously, and said slowly: "My disciple, this magical skill is indeed profound and it is not achieved in a day! I need to study it carefully again."

Chen Yu suppressed his smile and said seriously, "Master, please take your time to study. There is no need to rush.

The path to immortality is inherently long and arduous, so one must not rush for success."

The old man nodded in appreciation, "My disciple is right, right!

I will continue to comprehend it now." After saying this, he lowered his head again and continued to study the book "Bigu Magic Skills".

Chen Yu looked at the old man's serious expression and laughed in his heart: This old man is really easy to fool!

He took out a bucket of braised beef flavored instant noodles from his cloth bag, took out a thermos cup, and walked to the door of Widow Wang's house.

"Widow Wang, can you help me get some hot water?" Chen Yu shouted into the house.

After a while, Widow Wang came out with a clay pot filled with hot water in her hand.

"Young man, you need hot water again? Where did you get all these rare things in this remote place?"

As Widow Wang spoke, she poured hot water into Chen Yu's thermos.

She was wearing a light blue cloth dress today, and her hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. Although she was a little older, she still had charm.

"Hehe, a secret." Chen Yu smiled mysteriously, took the thermos cup, said thank you, and then returned to the old man.

In front of the old man, he slowly and methodically tore open the instant noodles package, put the noodles into the bowl, poured in hot water, and covered it with a lid.

A rich fragrance instantly filled the air, and the old man's stomach began to growl.

He raised his head and stared at the instant noodles in Chen Yu's hand, his Adam's apple rolling up and down and his saliva almost flowing out.

"Disciple, what are you doing..." the old man couldn't help but ask, his eyes fixed on the bucket of instant noodles, his eyes full of desire.

"Master, this is called instant noodles, a delicacy in the world." Chen Yu shook the instant noodles in his hand and deliberately waved it in front of the old man. The aroma of the instant noodles became stronger and the old man's stomach growled even louder.

"My disciple," the old man rubbed his hands and looked at Chen Yu eagerly, "This...this instant noodles smells so delicious! Can I have a taste?"

Chen Yu looked at the old man's eager eyes, and an idea came to his mind.

He pretended to ponder for a moment, then said, "Master, although these instant noodles are delicious, they are worldly things that will ultimately hinder spiritual practice.

You are currently comprehending the Qigong technique, so it is not appropriate for you to consume these things."

When the old man heard this, he was a little disappointed, but he still suppressed the desire in his heart, nodded and said: "Disciple is right, I should concentrate on comprehending the divine power."

Chen Yu looked at the old man trying hard to suppress his appetite and laughed in his heart. This old man was too easy to fool.

He cleared his throat and said seriously, "However, Master, since you are so eager to learn, I, your disciple, cannot help but show my respect to you.

How about this, I will personally teach you how to make instant noodles, which can be considered a different kind of spiritual practice experience."

When the old man heard this, he immediately became energetic, his eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Disciple, please teach me how to make instant noodles."

He completely forgot what he had just said about concentrating on comprehending the magic of fasting, and his mind was filled with the aroma of instant noodles.

Seeing this, Chen Yu laughed in his heart. This old man is really a foodie.

He picked up the instant noodles, pointed to the instructions on it, and explained seriously: "Master, you see, for this instant noodles, first you have to tear open the package, and then put the noodles into the bowl..." As he explained, he demonstrated the steps of soaking instant noodles, his movements slow and methodical, as if he was imparting some profound martial arts secrets.

The old man listened attentively, afraid of missing any details.

He nodded from time to time, muttering: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."

Chen Yu poured hot water into the bowl, covered it with a lid, and then said seriously, "Master, the most critical step for instant noodles is to simmer them. The longer they simmer, the better they taste."

The old man nodded repeatedly after hearing this, "It must be stuffed!" He stared at the bucket of instant noodles eagerly, as if he was looking at some rare treasure.

Chen Yu deliberately let the instant noodles sit for a long time, and from time to time he would pick up the noodles and smell them, then he said with an intoxicated look on his face, "It smells so good! This fragrance is simply refreshing!"

The old man's saliva was almost flowing down. He kept rubbing his hands and asked anxiously: "Disciple, are you okay?

Are you ready?

Chen Yu looked at the time, then said slowly, "It's almost time, almost time."

He opened the lid and an even stronger aroma wafted into his nose, and the old man's stomach growled even louder.

Chen Yu handed the instant noodles to the old man and said respectfully, "Master, please enjoy."

The old man couldn't wait to take the instant noodles, picked up the fork and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

He slurped the noodles, a smile of great satisfaction on his face.

"Delicious! Really delicious!" The old man praised as he ate, "Disciple, this instant noodle is truly a delicacy!

It's much better than the noodles made by Widow Wang!"

Widow Wang just walked out of the house. Upon hearing the old man's words, she curled her lips in displeasure and said, "Old Immortal, you are wrong. The noodles I make are also very delicious."

The old man ate instant noodles and said vaguely: "It tastes good, but it's not as good as these instant noodles."

Widow Wang shook her head helplessly. This old man was really a naughty boy.

Chen Yu looked at the old man wolfing down his food and laughed in his heart. This old man was too easy to fool.

He turned to look at Lin Qingxue and Liu Ruyan and found that they were looking at him strangely.

Lin Qingxue shook her head and said helplessly: "Chen Yu, you are playing tricks on me again."

Liu Ruyan covered her mouth and chuckled, a sly glint in her eyes. "I think you're more interesting than this old man."

Chen Yu chuckled but said nothing. He pulled out another bucket of instant noodles from his bag and handed them to Lin Qingxue and Liu Ruyan. "Here, try some too."

Lin Qingxue and Liu Ruyan took the instant noodles and started eating.

Although they were somewhat dissatisfied with Chen Yu's teasing behavior, they still couldn't resist the delicious instant noodles.

The old man finished his instant noodles, licked his lips with satisfaction, and asked, "Disciple, is there any more?"

Chen Yu shook his head. "No more, just these two barrels."

The old man looked disappointed. "Why are there only two buckets of such delicious food?"

Chen Yu patted the old man's shoulder and comforted him, "Master, don't worry, you will have another chance to eat it in the future.

Now, you should concentrate on practicing the "Bigu Magic"! When you have mastered it, you will be able to eat whatever you want!"

When the old man heard this, he immediately became energetic again. He picked up the "Bigu Magic Skill" and began to read it carefully again.

Chen Yu looked at the old man's serious expression and laughed in his heart: This old man is really persistent!

He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was about to set.

"It's getting late, we should go back."

Lin Qingxue and Liu Ruyan nodded and stood up to leave.

The old man was still immersed in the world of "The Magic of Bigu", and was completely unaware of everything around him.

Chen Yu looked at the old man's obsessed look and shook his head helplessly. This old man was really a weirdo.

He walked up to the old man and patted his shoulder, "Master, we should go back."

The old man finally came to his senses. He glanced at the "Bigu Magic Skill" in his hand reluctantly, then stood up and left Widow Wang's house with Chen Yu and the other two.

Widow Wang stood at the door, watching their receding backs, a faint smile on her lips.

As the sun sets, the sky becomes a fiery red, stretching their shadows very long...