The soul boat carrying the undead gradually parted ways with them, and the little stars of light lined up and swam toward the depths of the sky.

The Milky Way is shaking, the soul boat is passing by, ending the past, waving from now on.

Mu Xue's small boat slowly sank from the sky, sank into the earth, and stopped beside the Shinto paved with colorful stones.

Everyone landed on the ground and got off the boat. Looking up, the vast and fragmented fluorescent light in the sky had risen higher and higher and gradually disappeared from the field of vision.

After going through the thrilling journey across the road of death, everyone has their own feelings and gains and losses.

After the battle, a few scarred people lit a bonfire beside the Shinto to rest and recuperate.

Mu Xue wanted to get up and help with the work, but Miao Hong'er held her down, "Have a good rest, you are still young. You are injured again, so don't move around anymore."

In fact, it was not until she entered this world that Mu Xue realized that being young meant being cared for and protected. It was not like she thought, that the weaker one was, the more he should be bullied and exploited.

She never understood this truth.

When Xiaoshan first came home, he was terribly thin and suffered from injuries, but he didn't take special care of him and let him take on many complicated and trivial tasks as a matter of course.

If he hadn't fallen down with a high fever at that time, he might have been so absorbed in work that he didn't even take him for treatment.

Mu Xue quietly raised her head and glanced at Cen Qianshan, who was sitting opposite the fire, feeling a little guilty about him when he was young.

Xiao Shan was sitting opposite, and the light and shadow of the flames swayed on his handsome face. But his eyes were fixed on the ground in front of him, without moving at all, as if he wanted to see a flower there.

Not once did he look towards himself.

Mu Xue always felt that there seemed to be a slight discrepancy somewhere. Along the way, Xiaoshan's eyes would always fall on her intentionally or unintentionally, which made her feel a little guilty.

But after entering Jiuyou Tower, I don't know what happened. He seemed to have suddenly lost interest in himself.

Not only did he completely ignore Zhang Erya, he even deliberately avoided meeting his own eyes.

It's okay, as long as he doesn't realize his identity.

Mu Xue calmed down and prepared to meditate and adjust her breath.

When doing the seal, the feeling of fluffy and soft hair still seems to be left in the palm of the hand.

Fortunately, I took advantage of him and stroked him while he was unconscious.

I really, really miss it.

In the Yellow Courtyard, the heaven and earth are dense, everything is melting, and Mu Xue is sitting quietly by a clear lake.

The water tiger that appeared in the lake took the form of Cen Qianshan again, lifting its wet face from the water.

Forget it, Mu Xue thought, she couldn't stop practicing just because Shui Hu turned into a man.

There are hills on the left and right. He likes to be by his side, so let him stay in Huangting as he pleases.

In the past, when he was refining his own weapons, didn't Xiaoshan like to sit nearby, holding his chin, and looking at himself quietly? Isn't this something he was used to?

With these thoughts together, she suddenly entered a familiar and safe state of mind. Let the "water tiger" play around, she adjusted her breath, yin and yang, and circulated the heavens.

After Xuanji rotated for thirty-six days, Mu Xue only felt that the Huangting was quiet and peaceful. She raised her eyes and saw the "Water Tiger Lord" with half his body submerged in the water, lying on his back on the bank of the lake covered with reeds, intertwined.

The green grass stems half covered his brows, and I didn't know what he was thinking.

Mu Xue walked to the lake and bent down to look at him.

Now, only within my own Huangting can I take a good look at his appearance without any scruples.

He is no longer the soft boy he used to be.

The skin is extremely pale when contrasted by the lake water, and there is a bit of melancholy between the eyebrows and eyes. The bridge of the nose is smooth and straight, but the cheeks are too thin, the thin lips are slightly pursed, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow on the face.

, occasionally trembling slightly. There is a little bit of the sickly beauty of abstinence.

Such a stunning boy should be able to capture the hearts of countless girls in Fuzhou City.

The girls there have always been passionate and unrestrained, and have the courage to pursue what they love. How could no one capture him and let him wait in the ruins for 180 years?

Mu Xue looked at her beautifully lined brows and frowned slightly, as if she had been bullied harshly by someone. Crystal clear tears overflowed from under her eyelashes, sliding down the skin of her cheeks and falling into the lake.

He looked exactly the same as when he was trapped in an impermanent dream.

"As expected of a water tiger, it can be made just like water." Mu Xue was amused and sighed. She knelt down and subconsciously reached out her hand.

The tears fell on the fingers, and the skin seemed to be burned, giving off a slight tingling sensation.

We were on the battlefield at the time, so I had no time to think too much.

At this moment, in the Yellow Courtyard and by the Heart Lake, Xiaoshan's hoarse throat voice and words shouted out with despair suddenly became extremely clear and unavoidable.

The person who made him cry like that was himself.

Mu Xue realized this belatedly.

The small droplets of water broke open the ripple-free surface of the ancient well. Ripples appeared on the quiet lake surface, spreading into the distance in circles.

…

Fu Yun was boiling a pot of hot water by the campfire. The earthen pot was dug out of an abandoned house, and the stand was a temporary one he put up. Fu Yun was born into a wealthy family and was not good at household chores. He spent a long time boiling water and even used his own

The tip of his nose was darkened. It made his cold face look less aloof and more friendly.

The young junior sister came over with some embarrassment and asked him quietly with a little uneasiness, "Senior brother, can you repeat the trick of subduing the tiger that day?"

Fu Yun looked at the little girl in front of him who was only a little tall.

The little white face was now stained with blood and gunpowder soot, smeared together in a dirty mess.

During such hardships and dangers along the way, she never heard her say tired or bitter. When fighting, she charged into battle like everyone else and found herself in danger. When resting, she was not willing to be lazy and seize the time to study hard.

Ye Xingzhou only took her with him for a few months, but she was willing to take risks for the sake of friendship. Even he, who had always been indifferent to her, got a lot of help from her along the way.

She is such a cute little junior sister, so why was I so wary of her in the beginning.

Fu Yun brought Mu Xue over, twisted a warm handkerchief, and followed Miao Honger's usual behavior, a little clumsily helping Mu Xue clean her little hands and face.

"Junior sister, is the water tiger still so wild and unrestrained in your heart?" He carefully wiped the dirty little face in front of him bit by bit, and slowly talked about his cultivation experience,

"Those who crouch against tigers are crouched in true water. Only when the water source in the heart is pure can the dragon subdue the tiger and crouch down. Lu Zu1 once said, 'The Seven Return Pills are for people, and they must first refine themselves and wait for the time.' That is to say, if you want to

To practice this technique, you need to practice yourself and keep your mind, and wait for the opportunity. If your heart is not calm for a while, there is no need to rush, there will always be an opportunity to untie the knot in your heart."

He wiped Mu Xue's hands clean and put a piece of burnt scone into the little guy's hand, "Your senior sister is injured, please take care of her belly first."

Although the cake is a bit mushy, it tastes very burnt and fragrant.

The senior brother looked deserted, but his movements were warm.

Mu Xue looked through the bonfire at Cen Qianshan, who was sitting alone across from him. He sat there with his eyes lowered, slowly rubbing his palms, exerting force on his knuckles, and occasionally making one or two soft sounds from his joints.

Don't seem happy?

Mu Xue felt that compared to her master and senior brothers and sisters at Xiaoyao Peak, she was really incompetent back then.

The only qualified thing is probably that he still remembers to cook for Xiaoshan every day and doesn't starve him.

Xiao Shan is good at everything, but he seems not to be good at cooking. He will neatly prepare various ingredients every day, wash them, chop them, and wait for Mu Xue to come over. He only needs to stir-fry them with a spoon.

Mu Xue, who was obsessed with work, was used to squeezing out a little time to cook two dishes and have dinner with her apprentice.

Seeing Xiao Shan eating with gusto and praising his cooking skills, Mu Xue gradually felt that this was the most relaxing time of the day.

Lie down by the campfire and take a nap,

Mu Xue was awakened by an alluring fragrance.

Cen Qianshan, who was agile and powerful in killing people, had hunted a whole wild boar at some point. He had laid it down by the stream, washed it, cut it open, and stewed the best parts in a clay pot.

Miao Hong'er had long been squatting beside the fragrant earthen pot, watching the milky white soup constantly rolling out crispy bamboo shoots, bright red dates and other ingredients. Beautiful colors and attractive aroma.

It's exciting.

"Is this a whole chicken stuffed with pork belly, sewn up, and stewed in an earthen pot?" Miao Hong'er asked.

Cen Qianshan rolled up his sleeves and was grilling a piece of marinated pork neck with his head down. Hearing this, he just hummed slightly.

Mu Xuelian had been eating roasted sweet potatoes and roasted potatoes for several days. When he woke up, he was suddenly presented with mellow and nourishing pork belly soup, tender and juicy barbecued meat, and a plate of delightful wild bracken.

A Qionglin banquet was placed in front of him.

Coincidentally, they are all my favorite dishes.

She was so happy that she ate several pieces of scones with meat in one go along with the fragrant white soup. Her belly felt a little uncomfortable.

Cen Qianshan dug out a basin of washed raspberries from somewhere. The bright red fruits were hanging in the cold stream water, and he seemingly casually placed them on the stone table in front of Mu Xue.

Mu Xue let out a sigh in her heart.

Even though I was very full, I still couldn't help but eat the sweet and sour fruits one by one with my little hands.

When did Xiao Shan learn how to cook and make it so delicious?

"I didn't expect Brother Dao to be so good at his craftsmanship. I would have to give up my nickname as an expert cook." Although Miao Hong'er was seriously injured and couldn't stand greasy food, she still couldn't help but eat a lot because of her nature.

Thinking about asking for recipes,

"Are these all classic dishes from the Demon World? Sure enough, many of the dishes in the Demon World are very different from those in our Fairy World, and they are worth learning."

"These are my master's favorite foods in the past. I've just made them more and become more proficient in them over the years." Cen Qianshan said slowly. He turned his eyes slightly, and in the corner of his eye, he saw a small white hand.
To be continued...