The peerless beauty of fast time travel

Zhong Shengling's family is not big, at least not in line with Mr. Zhong's status as a hermit and high-ranking man.When He Xiangchen came here, he thought the whole building belonged to them, but when he went in, he realized that they only lived on one floor.

"Do you want to change your shoes?" He Xiangchen asked.

Zhong Shengling shook his head, "Just come in directly, it's not that particular."

He Xiangchen nodded, and followed Zhong Shengling into his house.Old man Zhong was tending flowers and plants on the balcony, when he heard the noise, he asked casually, "Are you back?"

"Ah."

Zhong Shengling responded, then turned to He Xiangchen and said, "Wait a minute, do your homework for a while, and lunch will be ready soon."

He Xiangchen blinked, "You've always been the cook?"

"I do it occasionally, and sometimes I just bring him takeaway when I'm lazy."

Before Zhong Shengling finished speaking, the old man came out, and said in a bad mood: "Your grandfather and I are quite old, can we eat takeaway every day? I don't know how to respect the old and love the young at all."

"Besides, there's nothing to eat." Zhong Shengling glared at him.

The old man had no choice but to dare not speak out.

He Xiangchen couldn't help laughing, "Sheng Ling, I came to your house for the first time today, and I didn't prepare anything. Why don't you let me make you a lunch."

"You can do it?" Zhong Shengling asked suspiciously.

Of course he will do it. After all, he has experienced the most high-end gourmet competitions. Isn't it easy to cook home-cooked food?He Xiangchen smiled and didn't answer, but walked to the kitchen and got busy on his own.

Zhong Shengling entered the kitchen with him and helped him.

Although it was the first time for the two to cooperate, the tacit understanding was natural.After a while, the hot and delicious food came out of the pan.

Mr. Zhong had already sat down at the dinner table, salivating at the delicious food on the table—although he had already ate a few mouthfuls, but the more he ate, the hungrier he became, and he had to take care of his image in front of the children, which was too embarrassing He is gone!

Fortunately, the last dish was already on the table. He Xiangchen glanced at Mr. Zhong who was about to drool, and said softly, "Use your chopsticks and try my cooking."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, old man Zhong shook off his cheeks and stuffed food into his mouth.I don't know how He Xiangchen did it. He braised the greasy braised pork until it was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, fat but not greasy.Old man Zhong bit it down, and the gravy burst in his mouth, and he couldn't help sighing because of the rich aroma.

Zhong Shengling picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. The fish was so smooth and tender that it could be broken by blowing a bomb, and it fell apart as soon as he entered the mouth. The soft fish shreds were so fresh that it was unbelievable. When paired with the sauce, it was simply delicious!

He Xiangchen looked at the grandparent and grandson who were only engrossed in eating, and thought that they should be quite satisfied with the meal.

"It's so delicious. I didn't expect you to make it so delicious. It's much better than that brat!" Old man Zhong praised his round belly.

Zhong Shengling glanced at him, but didn't speak.His cooking is indeed not as delicious as He Xiangchen's, but haven't you been eating it for many years?Now I think his cooking is not delicious, why did I go early!

"Since you have eaten my apprentice banquet, then you will be my master from now on, and I will be your apprentice, so you can't keep secrets from me!" He Xiangchen showed a sly smile.

Mr. Zhong laughed loudly, "Okay, okay, I'll teach you a self-defense spell when I come back! Brat, play with my good apprentice!"

Zhong Shengling hummed lightly.

Then, without knowing what old man Zhong did, his figure suddenly disappeared.

"This is..." He Xiangchen was stunned, this was much more exciting than turning into a living person!

"Teleportation, you can understand it as teleportation to a predetermined location." After Zhong Shengling finished speaking, he added, "You will learn it later."

He Xiangchen nodded in surprise, he couldn't wait to learn these miraculous skills!

"Grandpa hasn't come back yet, so I'll tell you about our situation first. I've been learning to make spells from my grandfather, and the Thunder Calling Talisman you've seen is one of them. The use of spells requires formulas and is lit with flames. Ordinary Flame can only exert 100% of the power of the spell, but with spiritual fire, it can exert [-]% of the power of the spell." Zhong Shengling said.

"What is Spirit Fire?" This is a brand new term.

"The fire of the soul also has another name called natal fire. This kind of flame is nourished by the human soul and stored in the body. When you learn how to ignite fire, it means that you are moving towards the gate of the celestial master One step."

Zhong Shengling's explanation this time included a lot of things that He Xiangchen didn't understand.Such as the soul, such as how the flame is stored in the body, and such as the celestial master.

But He Xiangchen didn't plan to ask any more questions. People would be bored if they asked too many questions. He didn't want to be a hundred thousand whys in Zhong Shengling's eyes.

This made Zhong Shengling, who was quietly waiting for He Xiangchen to continue asking him, look confused.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?" Finally, he couldn't bear it and asked He Xiangchen.

He Xiangchen was taken aback, "I thought you didn't like me asking questions all the time."

"Of course you can ask, and I'm willing to explain it to you..." Zhong Shengling paused for a moment, then changed the topic, "After all, you are my grandfather's apprentice, and we will practice together in the future. If you get started earlier, I don't have to always talk about it." It's to help him deal with those orders that he can't refuse."

"Is it just because of this?" He Xiangchen's tone couldn't express the disappointment.

Zhong Shengling stuttered suddenly, "Damn, of course it's more than...we are...friends, and your physique is quite special, you can still see ghosts. So, so..."

"Are you worried about me?"

He Xiangchen also threw the same question to Zhong Shengling.

But Zhong Shengling's reaction was much stronger than his. He saw that his face was already red, and the redness spread all the way to the ears. He Xiangchen laughed heartlessly at that embarrassment.

"Don't laugh!" Zhong Shengling said angrily.

He Xiangchen restrained his smile, "Okay, I won't laugh anymore, so can you wash the dishes with me? I'm the guest, you can't let me do all the work by myself."

"...Let me wash it."

Zhong Shengling packed up the dishes and ran into the kitchen as if fleeing.What the hell is wrong with him, why is he blushing?Why is my heart beating so fast?

Also, is he really worried about He Xiangchen?

Zhong Shengling was thinking wildly, but He Xiangchen walked in without hesitation and stood by his side.

"You have been washing this bowl for 10 minutes." He Xiangchen looked at him teasingly, and deliberately touched his hand when he grabbed the bowl.

The place He Xiangchen touched was on fire, and Zhong Shengling felt that something was wrong with him. In the small kitchen, the temperature kept rising, and even his palms were sweating.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhong's return saved him, "Little apprentice, come here and see what good things Master brought you!"

"Then I'll go out first, you wash slowly." He Xiangchen curled his lips, and before leaving, he still did not forget to tease, "Don't be lazy, like washing a dish for 10 minutes or something."

Zhong Shengling was left staring at the faucet in annoyance.

When He Xiangchen came to the study room, he saw Mr. Zhong randomly throwing a bundle of rice paper on the ground, then took out a sheet from it, spread it on the table, and pressed it with a paperweight.

"Little apprentice, how is your calligraphy?" Old man Zhong asked him.

He Xiangchen has gone through countless reincarnations, so writing with a brush is naturally no problem.But his body is not familiar with writing with a brush. Although the writing is tangible, it definitely cannot achieve that kind of strength.To use a fashionable word, such calligraphy has no soul.

So He Xiangchen replied very humbly: "So-so."

Old man Zhong is honest, he really thinks that He Xiangchen's calligraphy is not good, "Come on, you practice calligraphy according to the copybook first. In our line of work, you can't do without a beautiful calligraphy."

He Xiangchen saw that the copybook the old man found for him was in cursive script, and he was particular about writing it in one go.This probably has something to do with drawing symbols, that's why the old man chose cursive calligraphy to enlighten He Xiangchen.

He picked up the wolf brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing at his desk.

"A misty rain Ren Pingsheng."

There are seven large characters, without any blank space in the middle, and it is done in one go.Although due to physical reasons, his handwriting is a little soft, but the overall momentum is there, and the fluency is self-evident when he writes it in one breath.

Old man Zhong opened his mouth wide, this, is this normal?Then what they wrote is simply not enough to read!

The old man swallowed his saliva, this stroke, this wild grass, is absolutely perfect!As far as these seven big characters are concerned, not to mention that they were written by He Xiangchen, if they are taken out, many people will think that they are written by the master!

"This handwriting can't be practiced in ten or twenty years." Old man Zhong looked at He Xiangchen with complicated eyes, "You... who are you? You took this body from you?"