Braised fish, Sichuan chicken, scrambled eggs with green pepper, homemade tofu and white fungus and lotus seed soup.
Two people, two meat and two vegetables and one soup are really quite satisfying. The tofu was made by Ye Qian himself first. If he were a mortal, he would certainly not be able to make it right away, but for Ye Qian, it is not difficult at all.
"Come back and eat!" Ye Qian put the food on the table and then went out to eat.
"Come right here!" The half-demon woman in linen bent over and responded casually without raising her head. She didn't get up until she finished planting the spiritual grass on hand, put the hoe on the wall, and turned around to go back to the house.
"So much?" The half-demon woman in linen clothes casually said to Ye Qian after she sat down. However, her subordinate was not polite at all and directly took a piece of chicken into her mouth. In fact, it was just a taste. If she really ate it, with the cultivation level of the two of them,
, it’s no problem to come back to 100%.
"Dinner!" Ye Qian responded casually and picked up a piece of tofu. It tasted good. I haven't made it for a long time, but my craftsmanship has improved a lot. I guess it's a benefit brought by improving cultivation.
"Is Peach Blossom Residence such a failure? You have failed to catch your eye twice in a row, Peach Princess?" The half-demon woman in Mai asked with squinting eyes. The breakfast was similar to the last one. There were not many gorgeous changes in taste, but it was full of a lot of people.
The taste of peace of mind.
"You can't say that, there's just one person sitting here!" Ye Qian said with a smile, picking up a piece of golden egg and stuffing it into his mouth. As expected, home-cooked food is more delicious.
"I'm not as beautiful as them!" The half-demon woman in linen clothes slightly curved her lips and said with a bit of joy in her tone.
"It's different!" Ye Qian shook his head disapprovingly, "Most men don't want to go home when they see them!"
"You want to go home when you see me?" the half-demon woman in linen asked.
"No way!" Ye Qian stopped his chopsticks and looked at the ordinary face of the half-demon woman in linen clothes, feeling a very subtle feeling.
"Seeing you, I feel like I have a family, I feel at ease!" Ye Qian said, taking a piece of tofu to the half-demon girl Mai, "Try, try the home-cooked food from my hometown, I liked it very much when I was a child."
"Do you have a family?" The half-demon woman in linen murmured, with a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes. This was the first time someone commented on her like this. She knew about family, but she didn't know what Ye Qian meant at this time, so she asked, "What?"
Home?"
What home? Ye Qian was troubled by the question of the half-demon woman in sackcloth. He almost never stayed in one place for too long. The so-called home in ordinary times was just a temporary residence. When he came to the Immortal League, Sihai
He was a family, but he no longer had a home. The woman beside him, whom he had only met for a second time, gave him a wonderful feeling of home.
"No matter how far I go, I will always want to go back to this place!" Ye Qian's eyes wandered, looking back on the past, he replied with a sigh.
"In that case, why leave?" The half-demon woman in linen seemed to have thought of something, and with an indescribable complex meaning, she asked after eating the tofu Ye Qian gave her.
"Because of fear!" Ye Qian said.
"Afraid?" The half-demon woman in linen clothes was confused.
"Yes." Ye Qian smiled. In fact, he didn't know why he said he left home because he was afraid, but he only had this word in his mind at the time, so he said it as he wished.
"I see you are alone all the time, don't you want to find a Taoist companion?" Ye Qian changed the subject.
"You?" The half-demon woman in linen looked at Ye Qian with a strange look.
"I'm not a good match!" Ye Qian said with a self-deprecating smile, how could he not know his own virtues? Wandering around the world sounds nice, but the woman who had crossed paths with Ye Qian, after Ye Qian left,
How will I spend the rest of my life?
Many times, Ye Qian deliberately ignores these problems. His eyes always stay on the road and want to make progress bravely. As for the rest, they are just the scenery passing by.
"Because my appearance is not outstanding?" asked the half-demon woman in Mai. She knew that men often care about women's appearance. What's strange is that even if they don't like it, they won't say it directly. They will only take the problem to themselves.
On the body.
"I don't want you to wait. I don't want you to know the news about me only through other people's mouths, and then gradually there will be no more news!" Ye Qian took out a bottle of wine from the storage ring and poured himself a glass.
This sentence is said to the person in front of me, and also to the confidante I have met.
"Is this so?" the half-demon woman in linen said in a low voice. There was a person who did this a long time ago. It had been so long that she had completely forgotten the appearance of that person. She had forgotten how long it had been since she had not thought of him, but she was still waiting here.
No, it's not waiting, she has nowhere else to go.
"I heard that one drink can resolve a thousand vengeances!" The half-demon woman in linen waved her hand, and two jars of wine flew out of the door. The jars were still covered with wet lake water. They were obviously buried at the bottom of the lake and had just been opened.
"It's just nonsense. Wine will only make people soberer and drunker. I have forgotten how long it has been since I was drunk!" Ye Qian said with a smile. With their current cultivation level, it is difficult for them to get drunk with wine.
, even without the use of spiritual power, their physical abilities can completely render most of the spiritual wine ineffective.
"These two altars are different. Even if you have a glimpse of the eighth level of Taoism, you can still get drunk. Do you want to try it?" A half-demon woman in linen left a smile on her lips and threw the altar to Ye Qian.
"Of course I have to try it!" Ye Qian laughed and opened the mud seal with one hand. There was no pungent aroma of ordinary wine. If it weren't for the purple-red liquid in the jar, he would have thought it was filled with water.
Ye Qian dipped a little with his finger and held it in his mouth. It was indeed wine, but the taste was very strange. There was a strange lingering smell in the faint fragrance, which instantly penetrated the body and corroded the spirit.
"Gudong" Ye Qian picked up the wine jar, raised his head and took a sip. In an instant, Ye Qian regained the feeling he had with liquor for the first time as a mortal, with a pleasant shiver all over his body. This wine is really intoxicating.
"Good wine!" Ye Qian let out a heavy breath. It has been a long time since he drank such a strong wine. As a cultivator, the higher the cultivation level, the less and less easy it is to appreciate the preferences of mortals.
Ye Qian sometimes wonders if one day he reaches the end of his journey and there will be no humanity at all.
"Of course it's good wine!" The half-demon woman in linen clothes also opened the mud seal and imitated Ye Qian's example, raising her head and drinking it straight. The purple-red wine overflowed from the corners of her lips, across her fair neck, and wet her chest.
Mai drank almost half of the jar of wine in one breath. Only then did the half-demon woman in Mai take a breath and said with a silly smile, "It doesn't matter who buried it or how many years it has been buried!"
"Oh, tell me, who buried it and how long it was buried?" Ye Qian took another sip. It had to be said that the more he drank, the richer the wine tasted, and the strength of the wine was like ocean waves, sweeping through his mind and every part of his body.
Very enjoyable.
"He buried it, I buried it." The woman in linen clothes was already a little confused. She stood up with a slight stagger holding the wine jar, and pulled Ye Qian to the door, pointing to the lake, "He and I buried two jars of dreams there.
Yunjian, and then he said he would come back when the peach blossoms by the lake were in full bloom, but he didn’t.”
When the woman in linen clothes said this, there was hatred in her eyes, and she shouted hysterically, "He doesn't have it, he doesn't have it."
After shouting hoarsely for more than ten times, two lines of clear tears suddenly appeared in the eyes of the woman in linen clothes. Her voice gradually became lower and she cried with sadness, "He said he liked the way peach blossoms bloom, so I will let them bloom for seven hundred years.
never bears fruit”
"He said he didn't want others to see my beauty, so I hid my original body and took away all the pink and white jewelry."
"He said that when the peach blossoms are in full bloom, he will marry me back. I will wait here and dare not leave for a day."
As she spoke, the woman in linen hugged the wine jar, raised her head and drank all the remaining wine. A lot of the wine spilled out, soaking the linen clothes on her body, and there were purple-red wine stains, like bruises that had not dried for many years.
,shocking.
Throwing away the wine jar, the woman in sackcloth sat at the door with her head next to Ye Qian's legs. She stared at the lake and murmured: "You know, I have been waiting for him for more than seven hundred years and never left.
Here, he has never come back once, not even once."
"Seven hundred years, I'm afraid he has died a long time ago." Ye Qian held the wine jar and sat side by side with the Maid in Mai, taking a sip from time to time. At this time, he was already drunk, and following the Maid in Mai's words, the words he spoke were
Not very in tune.
"Who knows, maybe he is still alive somewhere, experiencing joys and sorrows, and working hard to break the situation." The woman in linen hugged Ye Qian's left arm, tilted her head and leaned on Ye Qian's shoulder, tears overflowed silently, and fell on Ye Qian
On the clothes, he smiled with endless sadness and said, "We have known each other for several years and have been waiting for seven hundred years. I have not seen him or asked him a question. How can I be unwilling to do so?"
"Then you think of me as him, what do you want to ask?" Ye Qian felt the lake in front of him shaking, his head felt a little dizzy, and he burped.
"Do I think you are him?" Hearing this, the woman in linen put her hands on the ground and moved her body, wanting to sit in front of Ye Qian. However, her body was completely out of control. Her arms softened and she threw herself diagonally into Ye Qian's arms, confused.
Her eyes were looking up at Ye Qian's face, but she couldn't see clearly. There was a double image, so she raised her hands and held Ye Qian's head in front of her. As the distance got closer, her face gradually became familiar.
, it looks like it did back then, and it seems that there has been no change in the past seven hundred years.
"Why?" Tears welled up in the blurred eyes of the woman in linen clothes. She rubbed her face with blurred memory with her hands and said in a trembling voice, "Why did you just come back? It's been seven hundred years, why did you just come back?"
"Well, I'm back!" Ye Qian had already put the wine jar aside, holding the woman in his arms. Their faces were very close, but he couldn't clearly see the appearance of the woman in front of him.
He mumbled following the distant voice, but his mind was in a state of confusion. He tried hard to recall who the woman in his arms was. It felt so familiar, but he couldn't remember it at all.
"The peach blossoms have bloomed, and you are back. Let's get married." The woman in linen held her hands in front of the familiar face, with a smile as bright as a flower on her tear-stained face.
Getting married? The sounds in Ye Qian's ears became more and more distant, his eyelids trembled, and the hallucination seemed to be getting more and more serious. The face and body of the woman in front of him not only overlapped and repeated, but also seemed to be undergoing strange changes.
In a daze, Ye Qian seemed to see a peerless face, three points more beautiful than Yuan Xiaoxiao. Ye Qian tried his best to open his eyes wide and concentrate, trying to see clearly, but he was trapped in endless darkness.