Master Xiao thinks about those years

Before Yan Chen could react, Zuo Xiang's body trembled three times.

Outside the verandah, in the milky yellow moonlight, stood a night-like talisman.

Yan Chen was a little surprised: "Why did you come out?"

Fu Nian sneered: "If I don't come out, how do I know that you are leisurely looking at the moon with others here?"

Before Yan Chen could answer, Zuo Xiang was already panicked. He said in a hurry, "Mr. Mo didn't know where the kitchen was, so he came to ask me. It was purely accidental, purely accidental."

Fu Nian tilted his head, his eyes turned into cold ice: "From now on, when Zuo Xiang looks at the moon, don't allow others to disturb you."

"Don't allow others to disturb you, why?" Yan Chen stood on the eaves, the elegant moonlight made his red dress even more gorgeous.

Fu Nian locked onto the red color, changed form and shadow, jumped up to the eaves, he pulled Yan Chen who was beside Zuo Xiang, and suddenly the red clothes and black robe were entangled in the wind: "There is a person in Zuo Xiang!" Habit, when looking at the moon, I hate being disturbed the most."

The cold breath gushed in his ears, mixed with the coldness of the night, Yan Chen couldn't help but tremble all over.

He looked at Zuo Xiang as if asking for proof, Zuo Xiang raised his head quickly and looked at the moon solemnly. He raised his face solemnly, as if the moon in front of him was something solemn and inviolable.

Yan Chen was dumbfounded, and said: "Next time, I won't disturb the left guard."

Zuo Xiang turned his back to Yan Chen, with a fearful smile on his face: "It's easy to say."

"Huh..." Fu Nian pulled Yan Chen by his side, and said coldly, "Don't think about it next time." After speaking, he pulled him to jump down and off the eaves.

Yan Chen was a little baffled, when he got down from the eaves, he turned his head to look at the black figure on the eaves, Zuo Xiang stood there alone, looking up at the bright moon in the sky motionlessly.

Looking at it, Yan Chen actually felt a little desolate.

"I asked for the road, and I went to the kitchen. If you don't go to the kitchen, I'm afraid I'll die of thirst and starvation here." Fu Nian crossed his arms and said leisurely words.

Yan Chen returned to his senses, glanced at him helplessly, lowered his drooping eyes, and then walked south silently with the teapot in hand.

Fu Nian crossed his arms and watched Yan Chen's figure silently disappear into the night, then raised his head to look for the blackness on the eaves.However, apart from the bright moon hanging above the eaves, there is no black figure.

"He ran pretty fast." Fu Nian sneered, flicked his sleeves, and entered the door.

On a hut not far from the main hall, Zuo Xiang sat on the eaves panting: "I'm not wrong, what are you running for?" After speaking, he raised his head annoyed.

"Forget it, let's take a good look at the moon." Zuo Xiang looked at the yellow in front of his eyes, this time, his eyes had real piety.

In the kitchen, Yan Chen boiled water to make tea, and looked at the cold pot on the stove.

doing what?

Yan Chen frowned, he was very tangled.

He hasn't cooked, never has.

He is a cultivator, so he seldom eats, let alone cooks.When I was in Shangyu, Fu Nian was also a bigu eater, and occasionally ate some food, just like him, in a bland style.

What is light?

Yan Chen stared at the pot in a daze, and the two stared at each other for a long time, Yan Chen raised his eyebrows suddenly: "That's right! Soup!"

“The soup is the lightest!”

Yan Chen smiled lightly, but before the smile fully bloomed, it suddenly closed again.

"What kind of soup?"

"doing what……"

Yan Chen looked around, and suddenly saw a piece of chicken beside the cutting board.

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Chicken soup."

"Fu Nian is full of evil spirits. It is best to drink soup to drive away evil spirits. This chicken soup is light and nourishing. It should be the most suitable."

It's not too late, Yan Chen thought, and started to act.

He held up his blood-red sleeves, cleaned the pot, poured water into it, and then put the quick chicken in whole, and then did the same thing, adding garlic, ginger, and shallots in whole.

After placing it, he covered the pot with satisfaction.

Looking at the pot in front of him, Yan Chen suddenly felt that cooking was an easy task, but he always felt that something was missing.

What was missing, he couldn't tell.

So half an hour later, Yan Chen came to Qingyan Palace with a wooden case.

His blood-red clothes were stained with dust, and his smooth black hair was a little messy. Looking at the wooden table, there was a celadon teapot, a plate of custard shortbread, and a bowl of black soup.

The tea is warm, the shortbread is taken from the cupboard, the chicken soup is carefully prepared,

Yan Chen lowered his head and glanced at the wooden case, feeling that such a combination is a bit ingenious.

"Fu...cough, respect—"

Pushing open the wooden door, Yan Chen yelled halfway subconsciously, and hurriedly changed his words, but before he could say the word "Honorable Master", his eyes met a black figure lying on the table.Fu Nian leaned on the wooden table with a pillow in his hand, and fell asleep.

Yan Chen stepped lightly, walked over cautiously, and put the heavy wooden case in his hand on the small tea table beside him.

Deeper, Yan Chen looked around the room, and found a black quilt on the sandalwood bed on the left.He walked slowly, picked up the quilt, and was about to turn around, when his eyes suddenly touched a touch of blue.

If you look closely, it is a book with a blue background.On the upper right of the page, the word "Yuezhi" is written in small letters with hairpin flowers.

"Yuezhi..."

Yan Chen was shocked when he read these two words.

Yuezhi is his name.

In the previous life, he was in Shangyu, because of his special status, the disciples and elders all respectfully called him Qinghui Daoist.

He almost forgot that he still has writing, but the two words written on the book are indeed true.

Yan Chen walked over and opened the book with curiosity and shock, the title page was clean and there was nothing.

Yan Chen turned down with doubts, and the familiar handwriting came into view instantly.

"Progress step by step, familiarize yourself with intensive thinking..."

"Be open-minded and considerate..."

"Tighten your strength, stay respectful and hold on..."

One stroke and one Nai, graceful and correct, those are his handwriting.Flipping down, page by page, without exception, are all poems copied by him in his previous life.

Suddenly turned to the last page.

Shocked in his heart, Yan Chen could hardly hold the book in his hand.

"I miss someone, far away..."

"I miss someone, far away..."

Yan Chen's palms trembled, and many emotions jumped into his heart: surprise, touch, guilt, self-blame... Yan Chen only thought that it was what his apprentice thought about him, but he didn't realize the deep meaning of these ten words, let alone realize To Fu Nian's other obscure emotion.

The past life was complicated. Six years ago, Yan Chen left with a calm heart. Even though his apprentice was crying heart-piercingly at his feet, he was resolute.

Even if he was given a chance to do it all over again, six years ago, he would sacrifice for the whole world, but he couldn't be as resolute as before.

In his previous life, Yan Chen felt that no matter how much Fu Nian cries at his feet, no matter how reluctant he is, but after his death, after years of baptism, his pain will eventually fade away.

And his life will start all over again.

However, now that Yan Chen looked at the hot book in his hand, he realized that he was wrong.

Not all suffering will return to the ordinary after the baptism of time.

Not all restarts are good.

Yan Chen put down the book, held the black quilt in his hand, staggered a few steps, and came to the side of the sleeping Fu Nian.

The sleeping person frowned slightly, even in a dream, he was restless.

Yan Chen looked at the person in front of him, flashing through his mind the days and nights he spent with him these days.His ferocity, his madness, his ridicule, his helplessness...

Everything is dark.

But Yan Chen suddenly felt that everything could be forgiven.

"Ling Chen, Master will teach you well."

As he meditated, the thin quilt in his hand slowly moved down, and gradually fell on the person who read the rune.

The sleeping person felt this subtle touch, but his eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.

Fu Nian has been sleeping lightly for the past six years, and would wake up with a start every now and then.

At that time, he raised his head and stared at Yan Chen with a pair of obsidian eyes. Yan Chen hadn't recovered from the guilt just now, the corner of his mouth moved, and he rarely smiled.

Fu Nian stared blankly at the smile, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality for a moment.

He fixedly stared at Yan Chen for two or three times, then moved his gaze down to touch the blood-red shirt on his body, knowing that he was thinking too much.

"If you come back later, I can have breakfast." Fu Nian pulled down the thin quilt that Yan Chen had covered him, and his eyes returned to the coldness of the past.

Yan Chen was neither angry nor annoyed, he took the wooden case from the side, and said in a soft voice: "It's still warm." After finishing speaking, he put the wooden case in front of Fu Nian.

Fu Nian glanced around, his eyes touched the celadon teapot, the custard shortbread, and then... a bowl of dark soup.

In the end, his eyes stopped, the hostility in his eyes was replaced by astonishment, and Fu Nian stared at the bowl of soup for more than twenty seconds.

"Aren't you already hungry? Eat quickly." Yan Chen urged from the side.

Fu Nian took a serious look at the black bowl of soup for the last time, then raised his head and looked at Yan Chen: "What is this?" Fu Nian pointed at the black color with his sharp fingers.

Yan Chen readily replied: "Chicken soup"

chicken soup……

Fu Nian turned his head back, picked up the wooden spoon on the wooden table and stirred it into the soup as if seeking proof, and the whole piece of chicken hidden in the black water, the unpeeled ginger, and the whole piece of ginger Green onions emerged one by one.

Rune:  ………

"You want to poison me to death?" Fu Nian picked up the whole piece of unpeeled ginger in the wooden spoon, and looked at Yan Chen in front of him with dark eyes.

Yan Chen: ...

There was nothing wrong, how could Fu Nian have such an idea, is he too suspicious?

Yan Chen was puzzled, but he still replied sincerely: "I didn't intend to poison you to death."

Fu Nian threw the spoon back into the bowl with a "snap": "Then you cooked the soup like this?"

"I...didn't do anything to the soup." Yan Chen was still puzzled, he looked at the soup a few more times, suddenly realized something, and hurriedly said: "This is my first time cooking, if you think the taste is not good, Please bear with me."

Hearing the words "cooking for the first time", Fu Nian's face darkened immediately, he raised his head leisurely, and said word by word in a choking tone: "I won't take care of it!"

"Look at what you made, is it for people to eat? Even dogs would hate it if they were eaten by dogs!"

Fu Nian's face was full of anger. After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to pour tea. The light green tea soup gurgled from the celadon teapot into the small cup. As soon as his mouth was dipped in tea, he suddenly put it down again with a "snap".

Yan Chen stood aside silently from the beginning to the end.

Fu Nian put down the teacup, and glanced at Yan Chen again: "What is this?"

"Tea." Yan Chen replied truthfully, if there is something wrong with the "chicken soup", he can accept it, but he has already perfected the way of making tea.

In the previous life, the whole Shang Yu knew that he was good at tea, especially the "Green Snow" from Jingting Mountain.

I remember that in the first year, Fu Nian missed Shangyu's rehearsal meeting because he picked fresh tea leaves from Jingting Mountain for him, and thus fell to the last place among the [-] new disciples.

Right now, although he is not brewing the "Green Snow" which he is best at, the quality of the tea is still good. Could something be wrong?

Looking at Yan Chen's ignorant eyes, Fu Nian felt more and more annoyed, he said angrily: "I hate drinking tea, it's so bitter."

As soon as the words came out, Yan Chen was shocked.

"Hate tea?"

Yan Chen frowned.

He remembered the past... Didn't Fu Nian like drinking tea like him?