Dressed as an Asura girl

Dual Cultivation, Cultivation, Raising Children...

In a blink of an eye, another few years have passed.

During the past few years, Zhu Yu broke through to the Immortal Transformation Realm, and has successfully cultivated in this realm.

But Yuege got stuck at the bottleneck of Transforming the Immortal Realm...

At first, she thought it was due to lack of experience, so she went to the two dangerous lands of the golden spirit alone—the Yin Jinmai of the West and the Yang Jinfeng of the Demon Realm. She experienced the two dangerous places for several months, but found nothing.

Yue Ge hadn't had much experience of the bottleneck period since she was a child.

In the past, when she had not been purified into a pure-blooded Celestial Spirit Asura, her realm was low and her bottleneck was not obvious;

And after she became a Celestial Spirit Shura, her affinity and understanding of elements were far from what they were in the past, and her realm improved rapidly without any stagnation.

Now the sudden freeze made her a little discouraged.

"It's not a bad thing." Zhu Yu said, looking down at her. "If you think about it more, the bottleneck period is also a great opportunity to strengthen your understanding of the way you are cultivating."

Yue Ge: "... Ah Zhu has never experienced a bottleneck, right?"

Zhu Yu has indeed never experienced it.

In fact, in terms of single-mindedness and thoroughness in the way of cultivation, no one can compare to the ice-type Tianling Shura.

No way, attribute bonus.People's mentality is as clear as ice, and their spiritual path is as pure as snow, so I can't even envy them!

Zhu Yu frowned: "Even so—"

Yuege showed vicissitudes of life, raised his hand and patted her shoulder: "I understand, I will try my best to understand."

Getting rid of distracting thoughts and calming down, Yuege no longer thought about being stuck in the bottleneck, but tried his best to feel the aura of the golden spirit.

Maybe, to break through this fairyland is to rely on water to grind one's kung fu.

One day, Yue Ge suddenly felt something and fell into a state of epiphany.

This epiphany lasted for a few days and nights, I wish Yu well, with her current cultivation level, it would not affect her if she did not eat for several months.

But Jinqingcha is very sad...

Jinqingcha has now embarked on the path of cultivation.

When she was seven years old, her appearance had grown a little, and anyone could see the resemblance between her and the two mothers.

However, since she became a cultivator, her originally dark eyes have turned into a green color - this is also related to her attributes, just like Zhu Yu's eyes are silver, and Yue Ge's eyes are amber.

"Mom, did I go out for food?"

Seeing that noon had arrived, Jin Qingcha ran to knock on the door.

After a while, Zhu Yu's cold voice came from the room like a flowing spring of broken jade: "Go, take Zhuyue with you, don't be careless."

Jinqingcha responded obediently: "Okay~"

For several days, her three meals a day were settled in Dongming cafeteria or restaurants outside.

is there any method?

The mother who is good at cooking can't stay in seclusion, and the mother is a killer in the kitchen. If she doesn't want to starve to death, she has to go out.

Jin Qingcha sighed, and patted the hilt of the Moon-chasing Sword: "I have to trouble you to protect me."

Every month, I feel a little bit less energetic.

Yue Ge goes into seclusion, and Yu Ge, as his natal spiritual weapon, also wants to go with her...

Looking at it on weekdays and month by month, they all appear in bundles, one set of one.

But in the past few days, there is only Zhuyue and a sword dangling, and it seems that he is still a little alone, strangely lonely.

Jin Qingcha said comfortingly: "Okay, I know you miss Yu Ge. It's okay, it won't be too long, when Mother comes out, it will come out too—let's go."

Today, Jinqingcha doesn't want to go to Dongming cafeteria again.

There are always people who will interrupt her meal...

For example, whispering something like "This is the daughter of Senior Zhu and Senior Yue".

Some people will come with a friendly smile and say, "Little girl, how old are you this year? Did your mother come with you?"

At this time, Zhuyue will suddenly stand upright and make a threatening sword cry.

The visitor was scared away, and his eyes sparkled and said: "I wish the spirit sword of the senior is so spiritual, it is really extraordinary!"

Jinqingcha: "..."

This is probably what mother said, um, fanboy?

Of course, this is not the main reason.

What really made her unbearable were some dark dishes in the cafeteria.

Most of the dishes are quite delicious, but the chefs seem to be very enthusiastic about research and have invented a lot of new dishes that sound chilling.

Stir-fried salty rice cakes with blue heart melon, fish balls with lingtangerines, sweet potatoes with vinegar... They simply surpassed the limit of the imagination of the cultivators.

Sure enough, as my mother said, canteen cuisine is a mysterious cuisine!

After drawing a big cross on the word cafeteria, Jin Qingcha walked out of the college in a smooth and steady manner with her short legs that had grown a bit longer but were still short.

The restaurant opposite is very attractive to Shura.

"Two bowls of red heart rice, a plate of hollow cloud bamboo shoots, a plate of stir-fried turkey meat... and a bowl of Qingcha juice." Jin Qingcha sat down, looked at the name of the dish, and ordered simply.

The restaurant clerk hesitated for a moment, wondering: "Little girl, are your parents there? You can't finish eating so much."

Jin Qingcha was silent, and then showed a meaningful smile, "Young man, why do you think I can't finish it?"

The little guy was startled, and immediately lowered his head and said in a panic, "I'm sorry, senior, I offended you—"

Jin Qingcha waved: "It doesn't have to be like this, as long as the food is served."

The little guy hugged the vegetable book with lingering fear, turned around and slipped away.

Only then did Jin Qingcha stop laughing, took a sip from the tea cup, and smacked his lips.

Well, it's definitely not as good as the tea at home, but it's not bad.After all, it is a restaurant dedicated to entertaining cultivators.

She was sitting on a bench, her toes couldn't even reach the ground, she was just dangling in mid-air boredly...

After a while, the food was served.

Jinqingcha picked up a piece of bamboo shoots and chewed slowly.

It's still delicious.

Add the small vortex meat, the taste is acceptable, but the unique rich umami taste of the small vortex water monster has not been brought to the extreme.

Jinqingcha missed her mother more and more, so she could only pick up vegetables unhappy.

Even so, her speed was still extremely fast, half of the dish of bamboo shoots was gone in a blink of an eye!

The little guy hid from the side and watched, secretly rejoicing: it really is an old senior who turned into a little girl, but fortunately he didn't speak disrespectfully, huh...

While Jin Qingcha was eating, a group of people also entered the restaurant.

— Well, not people.

This is a group of young cultivators, both male and female.Women are all beautiful in appearance, while men are stronger than each other.

Jin Qingcha tilted her head to observe, and by the way, performed a breath restraining technique on herself.

This group of young cultivators, looking at their aura, are clearly Asuras!

The Asuras dressed up as adults, their eyes sparkling, did not notice that a little girl was watching them quietly.

Those dozens of pairs of eyes showed longing gazes, and they were all glued to the nameplate of the dish.

"Guest officers, what would you like to order?" The young man dutifully stepped forward.

"Linglin Pheasant Claw!" A petite girl said immediately.

"I want to grill the rhinoceros steak—" a burly man answered in a rough voice.

They talked to each other, and quickly ordered dozens of dishes.

The little guy's hand speed is also very fast, and he remembered how fast he was, and then said politely: "Okay, you guys wait a moment."

After ordering, the highly concentrated attention of the Asuras finally relaxed, and their eyes moved away from the menu.

As soon as he relaxed, he saw the opposite side chewing on the bamboo straw, looking curiously at their brocade tea.

After a brief silence.

The petite Shura girl narrowed her eyes, and suddenly frowned, "Why do I feel that this little girl looks familiar?"

This sentence seemed to turn on a switch, and the Shura men and women said one after another:

"Yeah, I think so too."

"I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

"Look at her, she is prettier than any girl from the human race, could she be from our tribe!"

"No way, she doesn't have the breath of Asura on her body."

Jinqingcha bit the straw and drank the juice expressionlessly, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

One of the Shura women saw that it would take a while before the food was served, and they were both idle and bored, so she stepped forward and said:

"Hey, little girl. My sister asked you, where do you live, why are you alone?"

Jin Qingcha's little baby face was wrinkled, she instinctively disliked these Shura men and women who should be regarded as the same clan, so she looked at her warily and didn't speak.

"Sister is asking you something?" Shura Nvqiang said with a smile.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart. This expressionless look, just looking over quietly, really made her feel unhappy.

"My lord is asking questions, this little girl is so rude!"

A burly Shura man came over, took the hand of Shura girl, and said: "Pianpian, don't be angry, I will teach her well on behalf of her parents—"

The guy from the restaurant happened to come over with a plate of side dishes. Seeing this, he turned pale with shock: "Guest officer! Private fighting is prohibited in our restaurant!"

What's more, the target of his shot was that old senior.

Who knows if the restaurant will be razed to the ground if such a big shot is taken...

Jin Qingcha looked solemn, she raised her hand, and the tender green vines rushed towards Shura.

The Shura man didn't take it seriously, and laughed loudly: "Is this a little trick?"

Kam Ching Cha is still too small.

At this age, there is no one who can match her.But facing a man who was dozens of years older than her, she was still at a disadvantage.

At this moment, the Moon Chasing Sword suddenly stood up.Its beautiful frosty blue sword exudes a chill that seems to be enough to freeze the soul.

The Asura man let out a terrifying roar——

His right arm was severed from the elbow, and the cut off half of the arm turned into an ice sculpture and fell to the ground with a clang.

"You—you!" The Asura man covered the wound, but there was not a drop of blood flowing out there, and the cold air was dense.

He stared at Jin Qingcha fiercely.

The Shuras sitting at the opposite table were stunned for a moment, then got up in shock and anger, and were about to come this way.

Only the Shura girl who spoke first stared at the Moon Chaser Sword.

This is……

This is!

Jin Qingcha raised a sweet smile.When she showed this expression, she was very similar to Yuege.

"Monthly, please."

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The cold moon is in the middle.

Zhu Yu, who was practicing cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, which were clear.

"Zhuyue..." She paused, then read slowly, "White tea?"

Someone shot Qingcha.

But this person's cultivation base is not good, and dozens of them will not be able to match Zhuyue's power.

only……

Zhu Yu tilted his head slightly, his eyes flicked past the door of Yue Ge's closed room.

Just in case, it's better to go and have a look.

She stood up, closed her eyes and sensed the location of the natal spirit weapon, and then disappeared in place without a sound.

Zhu Yu's icy aura that naturally dissipated during his cultivation had not dissipated yet. In the retreat room, Yue Ge, who was originally in a state of meditation, moved his fingers.

Amber eyes opened lazily.

Although this retreat did not allow her to break through the fairyland, it also gave her a new way of thinking.

Maybe she should go back home and talk to her father.

After turning the beads in his hand, Yue Ge walked out the door briskly.

Where's Azhu?

Miao Miao—ah, isn’t that right, Chacha?