Do not disturb the cultivation of immortals

Xue Yu broke a leg and couldn't get out of the Bloody Ancient City.

On the second day, Tao Ji'an and Feng Yue entered the ancient city again, and saw snakes and rats eating Xue Yu's body with their own eyes.

Tao Ji'an had goosebumps all over his body, but Feng Yue raised a doubt, "Xue Yu... Xue Wenyu's soul is trapped here."

"What?" Tao Ji'an tightly grabbed Feng Yueze's sleeve, fearing that the snakes and rats eating Xue Yu in the distance would find him.

Feng Yue squinted his eyes, and continued to say while meditating: "Look at his forehead, there is a soul lock pattern, the soul is bound here, and will not be able to take it away. If he can't break free within seven days, his soul will be scattered."

Tao Ji'an understood, and his scalp went numb. Why is this going on forever?

But for some reason, he suddenly thought of someone, "Xianghong is gone..."

Indeed, Xu Buji and his wife were dead, apart from Xiang Hong, it was really hard to think of anyone else who would hate Xue Yu to the bone.

Feng Yue nodded, "It should still be in the border ruins."

"She hurt Miss Hongshao so badly, she is by no means innocent... But, the two people who were hurt by her died, and Hongshao let her go..."

I really don't know how to face Xianghong, let alone what to do with her.

Tao Ji'an didn't want to watch this bloody scene again, so he put his forehead on Feng Yueze's shoulder, rubbed it carelessly, and asked softly, "Let's go, Feng Yueze."

Neither of them planned to take care of Xue Yu's affairs.

After all, Xue Yu is selfish and selfish. He ruined Hong Shao's life, and indirectly caused Xu Buzhi to be sent to the world of demons to slaughter the world.

Master Wangu said that Xu Buji was defeated by the word 'love', maybe so, but Xu Buji seems to be happy?

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Master Wangu spent a day helping Tao Ji'an plan the sandy land for planting seabuckthorn, and then returned to Wugumen with the ashes of Xu Buji and Hongshao.

It's just that he didn't have extra energy to manage the Extreme Sword Villa, so he left the dagger to Feng Yueze.

Together with them, there are thirty disciples from the Wugumen, all of whom are good farmers.

In a group of three, with each team bringing twenty frontier helpers, Tao Ji'an's sand planting plan was officially launched.

The first is to raise seedlings. Tao Ji'an provided theoretical knowledge, and discussed with Wugumen farming elites a plan: cutting propagation.

Choose mature seabuckthorn branches and plant them in the fertile soil brought by Wugumen. The fertile soil was packed into a bag by the farming elites, which is very convenient.

Then bury the seedlings and fertile soil in the sand, and let the drought-tolerant seabuckthorn trees grow by themselves under the light.

The helpers in the frontier were paid wages, but for the farming elites who came to help, more than just wages had to be paid, so Tao Ji'an was buried in the kitchen every day, dealing with pots and pans.

Considering that they work under the scorching sun, they are exhausted and hungry, but they have no appetite. The exhausting work requires a lot of food to replenish their physical strength.

So Tao Ji'an planned to make cold food skewers.

He bought all the edible spices that could be bought in the frontier market, and fried bay leaves, cinnamon, pepper, star anise and dried chilies in hot oil. Of course, onion, ginger and garlic are essential.

The aroma of lard and spices are mixed together, then boiled in water, sprinkled with salt and sugar, and chili powder to enhance the taste, the homemade skewer soup is ready.

When the soup has cooled down, the meat skewers cooked in advance and the boiled vegetables can be soaked in it to taste.

Tao Ji'an held up the oily skewers to taste, and yelled "haha" from Little Ink.

It snoozes to sleep, and now only when it is not full of sleep or food, it will make a frightening "hissing" sound, and most of the rest of the time, it is "hahaha".

Tao Ji'an cleaned up the stick before throwing it to Xiao Mozhi, "You can't eat spicy ones."

Little Moji wobbled his slender tail and twisted the bamboo stick, grinding the stick with his pink gums, tasting a little bit of soup.

Blame the addiction.

When the farming elites came back to eat, Xiao Moji wagged his tail and refused to leave the table, watching these people nibbling white flour steamed buns and eating skewers, and holding mung bean porridge in one hand, drinking Xilihulu, and eating skewers with the other. Mouth full of red oil.

The ink is a little thicker now, but it is still as long as a palm, and it has always been very docile, with a small body and innocent eyes, so everyone likes it.

It looked at a well-mannered disciple, and baba swam up to him, "Huh?"

This person is gentle, but he is very protective of food. The main reason is that it is so delicious that he himself is not enough, so he covered the bowl with his hand and said slowly: "I dare not give it to you. I will wait for you to become a human being. I want to eat it." If you want to eat, come to Wugumen to find me."

Ink tilted his small pointed head, blinked his round eyes, and turned into a human?

When Tao Ji'an finished his work, he came to pick it up to eat raw meat, but it didn't open its mouth at all, and hid back and forth with its small mouth, just refusing to eat it.

"Hey?" Tao Ji'an felt bored, "Is there still a rebellious period for the little snake meat skewers? Isn't it because I didn't give you skewers? Are you going on a hunger strike?"

Mo Zhi tilted his head and gave Tao Ji'an a wink, as if he couldn't understand human language, and he didn't eat raw meat anyway.

Feng Yue on the side was not used to it, a cluster of phoenix open flames roasted the raw meat on the plate until it was half-cooked, squeezed a small ink and threw it aside, "Eat it yourself."

After speaking, he took Tao Ji'an to the table, "Din with me."

"What's wrong, you need someone to accompany you when you eat." Tao Ji'an thought it was funny, did he really eat?

That's what he said, but he really didn't care about the little ink who lost his temper.

After he was on the table, he touched a big steamed bun and tore it in half. He picked out a few skewers of meat and sliced ​​lotus root and stuffed it into the belly of the steamed bun. He squeezed it tightly and handed it to Feng Yueze, "Here, I liked eating steamed buns like this when I was young."

When he was young, he was often hungry before meal time, and his parents were busy at work, so he would hold half a steamed bun by himself, tear it open and put on the old godmother, and the food was delicious.

Feng Yue took it and took a bite, keeping his eyes on Tao Ji'an, always feeling that the smile on the other's face was very attractive to him.

To be exact, Tao Ji'an attracted his attention for longer and longer. As long as Tao Ji'an was by his side, he couldn't help staring at people.

Tao Ji'an didn't show any intention of avoiding it, he was really embarrassed by being seen, so he stretched out his hand to pinch Feng Yueze's chin, trying to find a way for himself like a teaser.

"What are you looking at? Don't look at it." Tao Ji'an squeezed the man's chin, and turned the other's face to the right and left, but he was not allowed to face him.

Such an ordinary squabble, with nothing to do with atmosphere or romance, but Feng Yue had a lifelong problem, and strongly wanted Tao Ji'an's positive response.

That's what Feng Yue wanted, to be needed by Tao Ji'an, and with Tao Ji'an by his side, Tao Ji'an was like an ordinary person, eating and sleeping, with no rights and purpose, only to live steadily and peacefully.

With such a person by his side, Feng Yue felt very alive, and only with Tao Ji'an's company could he take a breather.

Feng Yue put down the food, raised his hand to hold Tao Ji'an's wrist pinching his chin, and tore off his hand without letting go, pinching it in front of him to prevent him from withdrawing his hand.

Not very romantic: "Ji An, come into my Lingfu."

Lingfu, a holy place for soul-spirit blending between Taoist couples.