Seeing Wangcai rolling in the snow on the cliff platform, Ye Xiaochuan smiled almost from ear to ear and said, "Stop being so rude. This is the only food you can eat in Siguoya. You have to go on a diet to lose weight!"
The cold steamed buns were so unpalatable that I almost broke my newly grown front teeth. After cursing Sun Yao several times for his inhumanity, I tried to find a way to make some for myself.
There was no firewood on a snowy day, so I grabbed Wangcai and let Wangcai breathe out fire.
This trick worked really well. Wangcai could perform the simplest form of fire breathing. When he opened his mouth, a stream of flames spurted out. Ye Xiaochuan was caught off guard and almost burned his hair, but the steamed bun in his hand was not that bad.
Good luck, the roasted buns are charred and black, and they are definitely comparable to the steamed buns baked by Yun Qiyou.
Fortunately, there was still a cold steamed bun in the food box. This time I told Wangcai several times not to spray out too strong flames, just a little bit. I twisted a pine branch from the crooked neck old pine tree next to it and inserted it into it.
Steamed buns.
This time the effect was much better. A two-foot-long flame came out of Wangcai's mouth. Ye Xiaochuan put the buns on the bun and turned it a few times until it was golden brown. He took a bite for himself and gave Wangcai a bite. Each person had a bird.
The brothers and sisters began the arduous and arduous life of crossing the cliff.
Life on Siguo Cliff was very simple, even more boring than in Xuanying's cave. Why did Xuanying talk to him every day in the cave? On Siguo Cliff, even the simplest right to speak was taken away.
After being ruthlessly deprived, there is only Wangcai, which only knows how to chirp. It can understand what you mean, but you have no idea what it is talking about.
This is the generation gap.
Situ Feng left early. The old guy who had taught Ye Xiaochuan how to control beasts had not had time to learn it before he had lost his mind.
Until now, Ye Xiaochuan has not figured out what is sealed in the energy in the sea of his soul. Last time he wanted Xuan Ying to help open it in the cave, but Xuan Ying didn't even help with this little thing. What could he say?
Since it was left to you by Situ Feng, you should dig it out yourself.
This is complete bullshit, Xuanying is just looking for excuses for laziness.
What Situ Feng left behind in his sea of soul requires the state of spiritual silence to be opened. He estimates that it will take another three to five years to return to his peak cultivation level, which is the middle stage of out-of-body experience.
It would take less than 180 years to reach the realm of spiritual silence. I thought everyone was just like that pervert Yun Qiyou, but it only took more than ten years to reach the realm of spiritual silence.
Half of the steamed bun was basically fed to the gluttonous Wangcai, and half the plate of pickles was eaten up by Wangcai's chicken like rice. Seeing Wangcai lying on the ground after eating and pretending to be dead, Ye Xiaochuan caught him
He picked up a handful of snow, rolled it into a ball, and threw it over.
"You won't die of hunger if you eat less! Don't pretend to be dead, get up and lose weight quickly. If you want to eat delicious food, fly to find it yourself. If you can fly, you can catch some mountain pheasants, even wild boars, no problem
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Ye Xiaochuan found the right way. This was the only motivation for Wangcai to lose weight. Sure enough, Wangcai, who was half-dead just now, immediately jumped up like a carp and flapped his wings on the cliff under Ye Xiaochuan's command.
He was fluttering back and forth, and it seemed that he was determined to lose all the fat on his body.
The snow has been falling intermittently for three or four days, and the snow is almost four feet thick. No one has come to see him in the past few days, and his favorite little junior sister has not come over. She eats glutinous rice all day long, which makes Ye Xiaochuan...
Sun Yao's behavior as a villain who avenged private revenge is even more despising.
Fortunately, the flesh wound on his buttocks has scarred after four days of recuperation. Ye Xiaochuan no longer needs to lie on the brocade quilt every day and can stand up and walk around.
Now that I can move, I naturally have to build a shack for myself. Now Siguoya was dug out by Yu Jizi in order to find the treasure of the ancestor. It is nearly ten feet deep. Even rain and snow cannot get in, but the cold wind after the snow in winter is really strong.
It's life-threatening.
Adhering to the fine tradition of making enough food and clothing by oneself, Ye Xiaochuan got a lot of big stones on the north side of Duantian Cliff. When the stones were not enough, he dug out many more from the stone wall with a sharp sword and piled them into a simple stone wall.
I pruned the crooked-necked old pine tree, cut off the excess branches and made a simple small wooden door. Then I found some moldy bedding, sheets, and tattered clothes from Qiankun, and removed the air leakage places.
Once blocked, a simple and warm shack was built.
The space inside is quite large, with bedding spread on the floor and a large open space. Ye Xiaochuan thought about setting up a pot and making a fire, so that he would not need to eat steamed buns and pickles every day, and besides improving his food, he could
Marry someone warm or something.
It was late at night, and the back mountain was quiet. In the cold winter and snowy night, no one had the leisure and elegance to appreciate this rare scene of blue clouds and snow.
The heavy snow stopped, and a thick fog arose in the mountains. Yun Qiyou, dressed as white as snow, walked on the thick snow. She didn't know why she came to this back mountain. It had been seven days, and she felt deep in her heart.
After struggling for seven days, she finally walked out of Yuanshui Xiaozhu tonight. She originally wanted to go to Qingluan Pavilion to relax, but the moment she walked out of Yuanshui Xiaozhu, she embarked on the road to the back mountain.
The snow had covered the original road, and all the surrounding objects turned into the only silvery white color. The fog was thick and the stars could not be seen. Yun Qiyou walked for a long time.
She thought she had reached the moon-watching platform, but found that the fog in front of her seemed to be thinner, and the lights were faintly visible in the fog.
She frowned and walked slowly towards the lights in the dark mist. When she got close, she realized that she had taken the wrong path. In her heart, she actually wanted to look at the platform and take a look at the young man from a distance.
But we arrived at the forbidden area of the back mountain, the ancestor's ancestral hall.
There is only one bluestone road from the front mountain to the back mountain, but when approaching the back mountain, the road divides into two. One extends to the southwest, leading to the Moon Watching Platform, Siguo Cliff, and the other leads to the mountain.
It extends in the northwest direction and leads to the almost most important forbidden area of Cangyun Gate, the ancestor's ancestral hall.
The roof of the antique big house was covered with snow. Two pale lanterns were hung at the door of the house. The light emitted in the mist was somewhat dim and permeable.
Yun Qiyou has been to this place before, and he also knows that this is the ancestral hall where the ancestors of Cangyun Sect are enshrined.
She even knew that there was a quiet bamboo forest behind the ancestor's ancestral hall, and many of Cangyun Sect's peerless masters lived in seclusion in the bamboo forest.
The two old men with white beards I met in the valley behind Guanzizai Peak in Xumi Mountain two years ago came out of the bamboo forest.
This place was a forbidden area. She saw clearly that she had walked to the ancestor's ancestral hall in a daze, then turned around and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, a deep voice suddenly came from the big house: "It's cold in the middle of the night and the mountains are covered with heavy snow. Why don't you come in and drink a cup of bad tea to warm yourself up and drive away the cold, and give a stick of fragrance to the ancestors of all generations."
