The leader of the cultivation alliance has a crush on me.

Song Ke circled around again and found no one else except Rong Ling. They were all from the Luo You Alliance. She wondered if Qi Feng was crazy. He had not only occupied someone else's territory, but was also staying there. What did he mean by that?

Song Ke strolled to the kitchen and smelled a medicinal aroma as soon as she entered. It wasn't unpleasant; instead, it had a refreshing and soothing quality, suggesting that the kitchen had been brewing medicinal herbs for Feng Xun's injuries recently.

Song Ke searched around and finally found only some steamed buns, mantou, and pastries. There were quite a few ingredients, probably because Qi Feng had suddenly visited early this morning and she hadn't had time to cook them yet.

As Song Ke passed by the chicken coop, she heard two crowings. After thinking for a moment, she turned back and took one of the chickens.

When she returned to the cave, Feng Xun happened to look over and saw that she was carrying a chicken in her hand. He couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing with that?"

Song Ke walked over, handed him the steamed buns and mantou, and said matter-of-factly, "Of course you should eat. Aren't you hungry?"

Feng Xun shook his head: "I don't eat much."

Song Ke understood, then gave him a pitying look: "That's a real pity."

The cave is quite large, but rather secluded. A dragon beast used to live here, but I heard it suddenly left and no one knows where it went.

There was a large pool of water in the cave. Song Ke went over to take a look. The water wasn't murky at all; on the contrary, it was quite clear, like flowing water. He was a little reluctant to let the chicken go in and muddy the water.

She thought for a moment, "Doesn't Feng Xun have cultivation? Wouldn't it be much easier for him to pluck chicken feathers?"

Thinking of this, she turned around and saw Feng Xing staring blankly at a pastry without eating it. Song Ke called out to him, "Feng Xun."

Feng Xun looked up, paused for two seconds, and then asked with a puzzled look, "Do you know what my name is?"

Song Ke said matter-of-factly, "You're not the leader of the Cultivation Alliance, but Feng Xun, the Palace Master of Xuanshang Palace. Who in the cultivation world doesn't know you?"

"Stop staring blankly. If you're really not going to eat it, then don't take it. I'll keep it to have a snack if I get hungry."

"Come and help me prepare this chicken." Then, with a tempting look, she added, "When it's done, I'll give you half."

Feng Xun listened, always seeming a beat slow to react. Song Ke watched, realizing that the loss of this "root of love" really had such a significant impact.

Thinking of this, she scratched her palm, wondering if he would feel better if she returned the other half to him first.

but.

How is it still a problem? Song Ke, who currently has little cultivation and incomplete memories, certainly doesn't understand.

If I had known Song Chen was here, I would have asked more questions about things here.

Feng Xun walked over and looked at the chicken on the ground. Song Ke stared at him for two seconds, then summoned her sword. Song Ke's brow twitched.

No way, he uses his sword to kill chickens?

Before she could even ask, Feng Xun said in a flat voice, "Stand back a bit."

"what?"

Before Song Ke could react, Feng Xun raised his sword and slashed the chicken's head in two, spitting blood everywhere. Just as the blood was about to reach her clothes, Feng Xun waved his hand, creating a barrier that stopped the blood from splashing all over her.

Looking at him, Song Ke thought of what he had said to Song Yansong.

So you can't help kill people, but you can help kill chickens.

Song Ke watched as he skillfully picked up a chicken foot and went to the edge of the pool. Song Ke wanted to say that he shouldn't wash the chicken there, but it was too late; Feng Xun had already thrown the chicken in, so she shut her mouth.

I walked over and squatted down next to him, looked at him and said, "Don't you mind that it's dirty?"

Feng Xun carefully plucked the chicken feathers, then, holding up the bald chicken, didn't hand it to Song Ke. Instead, he asked, "How do you want to eat it?"

Seeing his tone, Song Ke asked curiously, "You know how to make it?"

"Roast chicken, or beggar's chicken buried in the ground, which would you choose?"

Song Ke asked so casually, not holding much hope. After all, Feng Xun was a person who had transcended the mortal realm and was like a god. No matter what he did, it didn't seem to fit him at all.

Feng Xun paused for a moment and then said, "Look at you, I can do it all."

Song Ke looked at him in surprise, then asked curiously, "Did you lose your memory or not? I thought you didn't recognize Qi Feng before, so how come you still remember how to cook?"

After listening, Feng Xun still looked at Song Ke with a calm gaze and asked, "Who is Qi Feng?"

Song Ke: "..."

When Feng Xun finally passed the exam, he even used a small spell to create fire. Song Ke watched and tried to imitate him, but she couldn't condense a small flame no matter what she tried. She sighed.

Why is it that some people retain their basic skills even after losing their memories, while I, without my memories, am just a useless... good-for-nothing?

Song Ke watched him grill, then sat down beside him and asked, "I just went out and took a walk around. It seems that right now, besides us, only your disciple is here at Xuanshang Palace. When we leave, let's rescue him too."

Feng Xun said, "I'm not leaving."

Song Ke was puzzled: "Why?"

“I know this is your place, but the situation is bad right now. The entire Shangxuan Palace has been occupied by the Luoyou Alliance. Your cultivation has been damaged, so staying here will not help, but will only make things more dangerous.”

"Moreover, I don't know where my parents have gone. I need to find them and make sure they are safe."

If Song Ke had known that Qi Feng would occupy Xuanshang Palace so quickly, she would have definitely hidden in this cave and gone to help Song Yansong and the others.

She had heard Song Chen say that they loved her the most.

Hey.

"Why are you sighing?" Feng Xun asked, looking puzzled.

Song Ke glanced at the chicken sizzling and dripping with oil from the roasting, swallowed hard, and pursed her lips, saying, "Of course, I'm worried about them. I don't know where they went."

After saying that, he asked, "Do you know how to get to Yuxiao Mountain?"

Feng Xun listened and thought about it seriously for a while, then shook his head.

Song Ke thought so too. Two people with little memory together really weren't going to get any cheat codes.

Thinking of her past relationship, Song Ke raised her palm and offered it to Feng Xun. Feng Xun asked, puzzled, "What are you doing?"

Song Ke asked him, "Why can you see me and talk to me?"

Feng Xun probably found the question strange, and he frowned: "I can't see you?"

Song Ke didn't know how to explain it to Feng Xun. She couldn't very well say that she wasn't a physical entity, but just a manifestation of her consciousness.

Song Ke looked at her palm and said, "Why don't you put your hand up here and try?"

Feng Xun ignored Song Ke this time, and Song Ke quickly said again, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to take advantage of you. I mean, I have something of yours in my hand. Try putting it up here and see if I can give it to you."

Feng Xun looked at Song Ke with disbelief, as if to say, "Don't talk nonsense."

Song Ke said, "I'm not kidding you, there really is something about you."

Feng Xun pointed to the roasted chicken and said, "It's cooked."