Zhiying has been practicing Jiang Qiuyuebai's posture late at night, and finally practiced the "shape" to a 70-80% resemblance.

Under the joy and fatigue, she lay on the cloud head and fell asleep without much hope. In the end, Ju Lue carried her into Siyun Palace, but this also alarmed Si Zhi.

Zhiying learned the swordsmanship from other clans, and was afraid that Si Zhi would be displeased, so he didn't tell her. Unexpectedly, she discovered him within two days and even caught him.

Seeing that she still didn't wake up, Si Zhi made a secret in his hand and threw her away.

Zhi Ying, who was sleeping soundly, felt unhappy. He mumbled twice and opened his eyes.

Seeing Si Zhi right in front of her, she heard her own soft voice: "It's Mr. Si Zhi, why are you so proud to come to the Film Hall?" Then she shouted loudly, "Dansheng, serve tea!"

Si Zhi couldn't help but hold his forehead, and said in a tired tone: "Look where this is."

Only then did Shadow Weaver look around.

The solemn and solemn hall has snow-white wall tiles, snow-white window screens, and snow-white dust. Master Si Zhi, who is looking at her with worry in front of her, is also dressed in snow-white, which makes his black hair become even darker.

She remembered that there was a wide-mouthed blue and white porcelain vat beside the bed in the Shadow Palace, which held several pale pink phoenix feathers sent by Fuyu.

Not here.

Zhi Ying laughed and said, "I was confused by my sleep."

Si Zhi was too lazy to talk to her about such trivial matters, but went straight to the point: "Let me ask you, why did Ju Lue send you back to Siyun Palace?"

Under Si Zhi's sharp gaze, Zhi Ying had no choice but to surrender and resort to real tactics.

After listening to Zhi Ying's "confession", Si Zhi fell into deep thought. Why did Ju Lue repeatedly help Zhi Ying, who had met by chance? What was the Ares Clan plotting? What else could the Yun Clan, which was declining day by day, deserve their plot?

The only variable... the colorful clouds!

Si Zhi's mind was spinning fast. Ju Lue was once a popular candidate for the clan leader of the War God Clan, but in the end, he was taken advantage of by Xuan Ge who showed up halfway. Wucai Huayun has always been the leader of the Yun Clan, the main god of Siyun Palace.

Candidate.

Could it be that Ju Lue wanted to win over the Yun clan by helping Ying Zhi and help him usurp Xuan Ge's position as clan leader?

The Yun Clan has lost its former glory, but it cannot be manipulated by others!

Zhi Ying kept observing Si Zhi's face, watching her change from confusion to anger, and finally her face was so gloomy that it almost dripped water.

"I'll go with you next time." Si Zhi said.

Zhi Ying, who returned to the Shadow Palace, felt a little solemn. Looking at Si Zhi's look, she didn't agree with her learning swordsmanship from Ju Lue. What if she ruined her good deeds?

As the day dawned in distress, the Little Golden Crow burst in with a scorching breath, making Zhi Ying feel uncomfortable with the familiar yet repulsive heat.

After a while, the surrounding area cooled down again. Little Golden Crow walked over, looked at the blue-green Zhiying and teased: "It's strange that you, a heartless and smelly girl, can still suffer from insomnia!"

After not sleeping all night, Zhiying, whose spiritual power has not yet recovered, has a dry and hoarse throat: "What are you doing here?"

Little Jinwu was serious this time: "You really didn't sleep all night!"

Zhiying sat up and looked at him with the same words: "What are you here for?"

"A few days have passed, where is my lotus root soup?"

Zhi Ying never thought that Little Golden Crow came to the Shadow Palace for this reason, and thought he was here to cause trouble for him again!

Therefore, there was a bit of surprise in the words: "You came here just for this?"

"Just think of it as fine!"

When Little Golden Crow saw Zhiying's strange expression, his face felt a little hot, and he turned away, murmuring in his heart.

The emperor, a shapeless greedy man, had just acquired some of the majesty of an emperor. He sat upright for less than half a moment. As soon as he heard the lotus root soup, he was rushed to Siyun Palace.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Are you angry because I didn't make lotus root soup for you?"

Zhiying got off the hammock, turned to Little Golden Crow and poked her head over, but found his red face, and couldn't help but be surprised: "You are really angry!"

Little Golden Crow turned in another direction.

Zhiying explained the reason to him: "It's not that I won't make lotus root soup for you, it's just that I can't use the Yanhuo Jue now. If I don't use the Yanhuo Jue, I can't raise the fire. If I can't raise the fire, I can't stew the lotus root soup!"

"If you can't use the Flame Technique, why can't you ask someone else to do it for you?"

Zhi Ying immediately rejected it: "How can that be done? Mr. Si Zhi has many things to do every day, and colleagues elsewhere have their own cloud affairs to be busy with. I don't want to..." take advantage of them.

Si Zhi is in charge of the Yun Clan, and Qu Mi is like a master and a sister. When she is ready, she will naturally send it to them, but why should she take advantage of Jin Lan and Yu Fu, two guys who always give her trouble?

"Then I'll light a fire for you!"

Zhiying's eyes widened and he pointed at his hand: "If your sun is so hot that it burns out my stove, why are you drinking lotus root soup?"

Little Golden Crow sneered, glanced at her, and said with disdain: "Who said I can only use the real fire of the sun? Of course I can also use ordinary fire in low-level flames, but I just think it is too weak, so I don't bother to use it.

!”

"If you didn't tell me earlier, come here!"

People who want to drink lotus root soup have to work hard.

Zhiying led Xiao Jinwu to sit down in the pavilion, brought the stove and a casserole, then dug out the gold box Xiao Jinwu gave him, opened it, took out a section of the lotus root inside, chopped it into pieces and threw it into the casserole.

He called for water and poured it into the casserole, then closed the lid and signaled Xiao Jinwu to light the fire.

Seeing how skillfully she did all this, Little Jinwu couldn't help but wonder that there would be people in heaven who knew how to cook.

But he still turned into a ball of ordinary fire and threw it over.

While the soup was still boiling, Zhi Ying said, "After you drank the lotus root soup, can you stop asking me for advice?"

Little Jinwu didn't understand: "Why do you always say this? It's just a discussion. You have to use your discretion. I won't hurt you!"

Not always!

Naturally, Zhi Ying couldn't say this anymore to provoke him, so he simply told the truth with a wry smile: "...I just found a little bit of spiritual power, how can I be your opponent?"

"The demons are evil!"

Zhi Ying looked at Little Golden Crow's fist hanging on the stone table and silently lowered his eyelids.

She didn't tell Little Golden Crow the truth about the mind fruit. Who would benefit from the infighting among the gods? More importantly, Iwakawa's ice face didn't freeze her into ice cubes, and then used his black heavy weapon.

The sword was broken into pieces.

Just as the lotus root soup was boiling, she quickly asked Xiao Jinwu to turn down the heat a little, and asked tentatively: "Then you won't come to me for discussion again, will you?"

Seeing the expectation in her eyes, Xiao Jinwu wanted to follow her wishes and say no, but he didn't like being led around at all.

He raised his eyebrows and looked arrogant: "Yes, of course I will! Finally, there are immortal friends who have ascended at the same time. Of course, we must learn from each other and make progress together!"

Seeing Zhiying's heartbroken expression as he wished, Little Golden Crow was very satisfied and decided not to tease her anymore. He coughed and said sternly: "But you haven't recovered your cultivation yet. Even if I win, I won't be able to win, and I will be despised by others."

.Let’s do this, when your cultivation comes back, we can have a fair discussion!”

Zhiying breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled easily.

Less than half an hour later, Zhiying took out a jade bottle, opened the lid, poured some powder into it, stirred it again, and let Xiao Jinwu take back the mortal fire.

A scent of fragrance went straight into Little Golden Crow's nose. At this time, Zhiying took out two sets of bowls and spoons, filled a bowl for him, and said with a smile: "Try it, is it different from the taste you eat raw?"

In the meantime, I poured myself another bowl.

Little Golden Crow tasted it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he let out a surprised praise. Thinking about the powder Zhiying had just put in it, he asked: "What did you put in it just now?"

"sea salt."

Little Jinwu jumped up in surprise: "Is this why you went to the East China Sea?!"

Shadow Weaver said strangely: "Why else would I go to the East China Sea? All the fish in the East China Sea have become sperm, and they can't be eaten!"

Little Jinwu was shocked by her strange thinking. Who can tell him why he is surrounded by greedy people?

I couldn't help but mutter: "If you were the emperor's disciple, you would definitely be more lovable in front of him than I am."

Zhi Ying heard this and curled his lips and said: "Your emperor is so scary, I don't dare to be his disciple." The smiling tiger is more terrifying than the ice cube face.

"You have no vision!" Xiao Jinwu glared at her.

Zhi Ying finished the last spoonful of soup, looked at the bottomed bowl and said to Little Golden Crow: "Can you get angry again? I also want to make some more lotus root soup."

Xiao Jinwu glanced at the casserole that was still steaming, and said, "Didn't you drink it?"

"I've drunk it, but Master Si Zhi and the others haven't drunk it yet!"

"Then what can you thank me for?" Xiao Jinwu raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Zhiying asked casually: "What do you want?"

Little Golden Crow pondered for a long time, and finally said: "I... haven't thought about it yet. I'll think about it when the time comes."

Zhiying waved his hand: "Let's light a fire."

"Isn't there something else in there?"

"Then I'll pour it out and you prepare it first!"

"cut!"

…

Zhi Ying specially left a portion of lotus root soup for Ju Lue and put it away. With a grimace, Yun Zhi, who was summoned by Si Zhi, took him to Dufu Mountain.
To be continued...