[Sword Three] Snow falls on the blue rock

Yangzhou.

Chen Qi stood beside the messenger with a template face, flipping through the letter in his hand.

Xie Guanxuan stood under the bridge beside him, looking at the players passing by on the bridge, as well as the players on both sides of the road performing tricks.

"Come, come, Junshan's sake is different!"

Brother Beggar again, Taoist Xie suddenly felt that the entire Jiansan gang had come to Yangzhou to beg for food.

"Sister Xiu danced a dance, please give me a reward!"

Artist is a favorite profession among Swordsman players, especially Xiuxiu. Daochang Xie is not very surprised.

"Master Jun is begging for horse grass, he can't afford horses anymore!"

Master Jun... Forget it, he won't say anything.

Yangzhou is still as lively as ever.

Xie Daochang was carrying a sword on his back, standing tall and tall under the eaves, quietly looking at this place that was completely different from Luoyang.

Peaceful, tranquil, vibrant.

Daoist Xie's eyes revealed a bit of relief, anyway, Qingyan's favorite Yangzhou has not been breached, and they still have places to go.

If Yangzhou is captured, I wonder if Qingyan will be sad...

Xie Guanxuan felt a little uneasy, although the Chen Qi he knew had always been gentle, polite, calm and measured, but he just couldn't rest assured, as long as he thought that he would be sad, his heart would always be tugged.

Standing on the spot with his head down, he pursed his lips, and his eyelashes flickered for a long time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Chen Qi was still concentrating on looking at the letter in his hand. Daoist Xie hurriedly and quietly opened the mall interface, clicked on the ready-to-wear, and glanced over one by one, thinking about what Qingyan would look like after wearing it in his mind.

It feels... like they all look good.

Look at any piece of clothing, I think it looks good on my hairy body.

So confused, which one should I buy?

What if Qingyan doesn't like it?

Or buy them all, no, what if Qingyan thinks he is too good at spending money?

Daoist Xie felt that his mind was now a mess.

Probably, this is, care makes chaos.

Daoist Xie turned around secretly and looked at Chen Qi's figure.

With a gentle smile and a refined face, he is a gentleman.

Daoist Xie suddenly turned his face, coughed a few times, and quickly swipe the interface in the mall.

Chen Qi next to the messenger, after browsing through the letter, calmly put it away and put it in his backpack.

Turning around, he took a look at the place where Daoist Xie was standing, and at a glance, he found that the person was wrong.

"what happened?"

Chen Qi walked up behind him and asked in doubt.

Xie Guanxuan turned around hesitantly, looked at him, opened his mouth hesitantly, and closed it again.

What are you doing with this hesitant look?

Chen Qi glanced at him and said, "What evil did you do?"

"No……"

"Then why are you in such a panic?"

"I……"

Xie Guanxuan rubbed his hands back and forth in his sleeves, and twisted them back and forth.

Chen Qi raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile in his eyes, and the curvature of his lips remained unchanged. After glancing at him, he turned and walked towards the living area.

"Let's go, let's practice side business to make money."

Sideline, what sideline?

Also, why do you want to make money all of a sudden, is Qingyan short of money?

Daoist Xie, who was successfully taken away by Chen Qi's words, obediently followed behind him.

……

living area.

In the middle of each layer of houses, there are many tool tables.

Xie Guanxuan walked all the way, looked left and right all the way, he had really never been to this place.

He doesn't need life skills or something.

Blinking with a cold expression, he stroked the folds of the pure white sleeves and stretched them.

Looking at Chen Qi who just passed by the loom, Xie Guanxuan asked, "What life skills does Qingyan want to learn?"

Chen Qi walked slowly along the river, looked at the workbench he passed, stood there for a few seconds, and then left.

Hearing Daoist Xie's question, Chen Qi looked around with a gentle face, and replied: "Actually, any kind is fine, and I'm not a professional player in life skills. I just want to see what these skills can do first." .”

"That's right, let me help you take a look."

Daoist Xie directly opened the webpage and inquired about the detailed uses of life skills.

Chen Qi looked at his indifferent face, smiled gently and elegantly, stretched out his hand, and held the corner of Daoist Xie's long sleeve, walking back and forth among the pillars under the eaves.

Walk slowly along the vermilion elegant corridor.

After walking through several corridors, Daoist Xie closed the webpage in front of him, turned his head and said to Chen Qi: "I just read it, and I think sewing and casting are good, but cooking and medical skills are also good."

Chen Qi smiled warmly, glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, said nothing, retracted the hand holding him, and put his hands in his sleeves.

Daoist Xie glanced at his sleeve, followed obediently, and continued, "Why don't we choose one each, Qingyan, which one do you like?"

……

The main residence of the Chen family.

Chen Qi frowned, flipping through the pages of the book absently.

The sunlight casts through the pavilion windows and reflects on the pages of the book, making the words on it seem to float out of the pages.

He closed the book impatiently, and patted the cover with his palm impatiently.

After thinking for a while, he stood up, and the black windbreaker draped over his shoulders slipped onto the rosewood chair, and he felt a bit of cool instantly.

He walked out of the study door indifferently, and the guard behind him hurriedly grabbed the windbreaker on the chair and followed.

"Patriarch, where are you going? It's cold outside, your coat..."

Chen Qi walked into the garden in the courtyard, feeling uneasy, and clearly agreed that he would never come here again...

Alas, when did he break his promise so much.

Although Chen Qi was mentally unstable, his expression was not obvious, and he was still gentle.

"Ahem, what..."

Chen Qi turned to face the guard who had been following behind him all the time, and waved, and the guard immediately approached with his windbreaker in his arms.

Chen Qi pursed his lips, turned his head and asked, "Do you know...how to cook?"

"what?"

The guard looked at his always calm and wise Patriarch with a dazed expression, and it was a little difficult to respond, but his loyalty quickly answered the Patriarch's sudden question.

"know a little."

Chen Qi nodded, that's good.

"Take me to the back kitchen."

"Ah... oh, good."

The guard blinked, and led Chen Qi ignorantly to the kitchen in the backyard.

Chen Qi took the windbreaker from the guard, put it on, and habitually tightened the fleece collar, flicked the sleeves, and walked in with big strides.

kitchen.

"This thing...how is it used?" Chen Qi looked at the very primitive kitchen hesitantly.

"Patriarch, this is the place to put firewood, that is, to put firewood into it for cooking."

"Oh……"

"Then what is this for?"

"This is for watering. If the vegetables in the pot need to be watered, use this."

"Oh……"

"Then... where is the pot?"

"The pot is here, master."

"...Isn't this a pit?"

"...That's right...it's here."

The personal guard explained to Chen Qi very painfully that he would teach him how to cook after using the ancient kitchen utensils.

The whole day, Chen Qi was in the kitchen, learning how to use various kitchen utensils.

……

the next day.

The upline appeared in the life skills area of ​​Yangzhou. Chen Qi stretched out his sleeves and turned around, and saw Daoist Xie standing under the same roof again, looking at the panel in front of him.

Chen Qi stepped forward, with bright eyes, and called him with a smile: "Guanxuan, come quickly!"

Xie Guanxuan was taken aback, but his expression remained the same, his hands shook a bit, then he immediately closed the panel in front of him, walked up to him, and asked in a cold voice.

"what happened?"

Chen Qi pulled his sleeves and walked along the river to a corner where cooking skills were located.

"Does Qingyan want to practice cooking?"

Daoist Xie was a little surprised.

Although the holographic online game has some pitfalls, life skills actually require people to operate step by step, and it can't be done in one step, but in fact, the taste is not the key to the system's judgment. Of course, the impact is also a little bit.

But he always thought that Qingyan should not care about these things.

Walking in front of those original stoves and kitchen utensils, Chen Qi picked up the pot and started his performance. Daoist Xie leaned on the pillar beside him and watched quietly.

"Zi~ Brush!"

Soon, a plate of steaming dishes appeared on the table.

Chen Qi put down the pot in his hand, and stretched out his hand for Xie Guanxuan to come over.

"Guanxuan, come and taste it, see how it goes, this is my first time doing it."

the first time?

Xie Daozhang's long and narrow eyes flashed a light, he straightened up, and walked over.

"Okay, here I come."

Walking to Chen Qi's side, Daoist Xie wrapped his left hand around the long sleeve of his right hand, picked up the chopsticks, gently picked up a piece of food, put it in his mouth, and chewed.

Chen Qi watched from the side, blinked, and didn't speak. After watching him finish eating, Chen Qi asked softly.

"How about it?"

Daoist Xie, who was closely watched by Chen Qi, had no abnormal expression on his face. He gently put down his chopsticks and looked at Chen Qi's expectant expression with a helpless tone.

"Qingyan, why don't I cook in the future?"

Chen Qi lost his expression for a moment, lowered his head, and replied aggrieved.

"Oh."

When someone cooks for you, you actually say that the food he cooks is unpalatable, what a disgrace.

Daoist Xie had an indifferent face, turned his head to look at his face, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips.

"Would you like to come and see the handkerchief I made?"

Chen Qi, who was stared at by Daoist Xie, must have felt it. Hearing his gentle question, he raised his head silently, with a touch of warmth on his face, and his expression gradually warmed up.

"it is good."

The life skills area, in this corner of Yangzhou City, has an unexpectedly beautiful view.

The promenade is winding, and there are green bamboo clusters outside the corridor. Occasionally, a few branches stick out and lean against the pillars. The red and green contrast each other, which is very vivid.

The sun was bright and bright, and a few beams of light hit the railing, creating ripples, and from time to time, clothes slipped across the circle of light on the ground, shining like a stream of clouds.

When the sun was setting, the two walked side by side under the eaves.

Daoist Xie glanced over the purple hem across the ground, his eyes showing a bit of tenderness.

As the breeze blew, a corner of the handkerchief was faintly exposed in the gap between the flaps of the clothes, and the pure white silk was softly attached to the outside of the purple clothes.

The author has something to say:

Brother Hua: I major in cooking. (can cook for Guanxuan)

Taoist priest: I study sewing. (You can give Qingyan a trusted object)

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