Enter the kitchen

Ten years later, Dragon's Lost City.

Sword Sect is the largest sect in the world of cultivating immortals, and Dragon Misty City is naturally the largest city in the world of cultivating immortals.Ten years is but a blink of an eye for a cultivator who can live for hundreds of thousands of years, but the great battle that touched the Three Realms seems to have happened yesterday, and I still remember it vividly.

An unremarkable wonton stew stand in Longmi City was full of diners who came here admiringly. Some of them left after eating in a hurry, while others talked about the past and the present with the people around them while eating the delicious small wonton stew.

The owner of the wonton stew stand is a young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long black hair tied behind his head, wearing an ordinary Tsing Yi, who is deftly throwing small wonton stews into the pot.

The small wonton stew was up and down like a fish swimming in the bubbling boiling water. He scooped up the wonton stew with a colander and put it in a clean porcelain bowl. Shredded egg and slightly spicy mustard.

Slightly powdery stuffing, snow-white wonton skin, the monks in line rubbed their hands, and picked up the porcelain bowl almost reverently: "I waited for three days, but finally let me wait."

The boss smiled at him when he heard the words: "Then you are lucky, this is the last bowl of the day." The monk who got the wonton stew showed a smug smile, and the others behind him sighed, heartbroken. Thinking of coming earlier tomorrow.

"Boss, a bowl of wonton stew." The boss had just calmed his hands with water, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a veiled woman talking to him.She was wearing a tender pink Liuxian dress, and her voice was as sweet as a yellow warbler out of the valley. However, the boss was not confused by her, but showed a polite smile and said: "This fellow Taoist, the won stew at the stall only sells one piece a day." Hundred bowls, today's ones are sold out, if you want to go early tomorrow."

The woman didn't seem to expect that she would be rejected, she frowned slightly with her pretty eyebrows, and said like alms: "A piece of middle-level Lingshi will exchange you for a bowl of wonton stew, that's enough." The boss smiled slightly, and his tone was a little cold : "Please go early tomorrow." After speaking, he was about to leave, but the woman suddenly grabbed one of his sleeves.

"Shiyi?" As soon as Yun Zhao said, the crowd who had been watching with interest gave way wisely, revealing Lu Shiyi and the strange woman who were still chattering.

Yun Zhao rubbed his nose, he was practicing sword on Zhanlu Peak, but unfortunately, Shu Mo, who couldn't wait for Lu Shiyi, pulled a strong man and ordered him to go down the mountain to find someone.

Lu Shiyi, the young owner of the wonton stew stall, knew that the time he had agreed with Shu Mo had passed when he saw Yunzhao, and a irritated expression appeared on his always smiling face, so he broke free from the woman who was pestering him .

Lu Shiyi's wonton stew stall has been open in Longmi City for several years, and he is quite well-known. The wonton stew he makes not only tastes great, but also helps to concentrate and refine Qi. For monks below Bigu Dzogchen Couldn't be more suitable.

It's just that he only made one hundred copies a day, and the monks who didn't grab it would naturally feel dissatisfied, but the monks who made trouble soon tasted the pain.

The Sword Sect ten years ago was already the number one sect in the world of cultivating immortals, and the Sword Sect ten years later is unrivaled.As the thrilling battle of the Three Realms came to an end, Demon Venerable Yuanyin blew himself up and fell, Yaohuangxu was seriously injured and retreated. Although Chu Shumo, the patriarch of the Sword Sect, was also injured, he once fought Demon Venerable Yao with his own strength. The emperor even protected tens of thousands of monks in the world of cultivating immortals after Yuan Yin blew himself up, and became the well-deserved No. 1 in ancient and modern times in Lingyuan Continent.

Such a sword sect, no one in the world of cultivating immortals dared to touch its edge.

The woman who was still pestering Lu Shiyi gave a pause. Yun Zhao is a well-known master among the younger generation, so she naturally knows it.Seeing him appear, he also knew that it would be useless to pester him any longer, so he could only bite his lip and think about going out early tomorrow.

Lu Shiyi breathed a sigh of relief, and Yu Jian followed Yun Zhao back to Jianzong.

As soon as he entered Jianzong, Yun Zhao, who was afraid of harming Chi Yu, said goodbye to him in a hurry and then left with the sword again, leaving Lu Shiyi alone to return to Linchang Garden. He stood outside the door and took a deep breath before gently pushing open the door.

Under the shadow of the lamp, a young man put down the yellowed book in his hand after hearing the commotion, his eyes were extraordinarily bright under the faint candlelight, he hooked the corners of his lips and said to Lu, "You're back?"

Lu Shiyi's eyes couldn't help drifting away, and he whispered: "I'm back."

Shu Mo got up, put his hands behind his back like an old master lecturing his disciples, walked slowly in front of the other party, and said deftly, "Do you know what time it is?" Lu Shiyi lowered his head, wishing to shrink himself into a ball: " I'm not... late." His voice finally disappeared in Shu Mo's eyes.

"The medicinal soup is ready, let's go." As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Shiyi walked to the bathtub behind the screen with a change of clothes as if he was being amnesty.

Shu Mo did not leave, but sat down again and picked up the unfinished book.Behind the screen, Lu Shiyi took off his clothes, and his whole body was soaked in the brown medicinal soup. The bone-hungry pain disappeared in a flash. Over the years, his body had already adapted to this pain, and he soon relaxed.

The hot air made the figure hiding behind the screen more and more blurred. Shu Mo, who heard the sound of water, looked up and saw that he didn't feel any discomfort before turning to the next page of the book.

Lu Shiyi was a little sleepy. He untied his long hair and scattered it in the brown medicinal soup, almost merging into one.Perhaps because he was too comfortable due to the heat, he folded his hands on the side of the barrel, put his head on his arms, and fell asleep unknowingly.

Shu Mo, who hadn't heard anything for a long time, stood up again, and sighed almost inaudibly. Under the dim light, two figures overlapped behind the screen.

Lu Shiyi was wrapped in a blanket, and was carried back to the bed by Shu Mo. The slightly twisted movements when he was a child now look very normal.

If it was normal, he would also think it would be strange for two big men to sleep on the same bed, but he and Shu Mo grew up together, and they almost ate and lived together, so the sudden separation would make him not used to it.

"How is it?" Lu Shiyi felt as if he was trapped in a soft cloud, and his whole body was light, even Shu Mo's voice seemed to come from thousands of miles away.Immediately another familiar voice interrupted his unrestrained imagination, and the gentle and gentle tone of Master Qianbi reached his ears: "This is the last dose of soup." Lu Shiyi's consciousness gradually drifted away, and all his thoughts It was me who could finally get rid of this annoying soup.

When Lu Suyi completely lost consciousness, Qianbi Zhenren said to Shu Mo worriedly: "Old Ancestor, Suyi's sea of ​​consciousness has been stabilized, but your..."

"Shhh." Shu Mo's index finger reached his lips to stop Qian Bi's unspoken words, helped Lu Shiyi tuck up the slipped quilt, got up and walked out of the room, Qian Bi followed him step by step, the pimple between his brows was still unresolved smoothen.

"I have my own plan." After leaving these words, he returned to Xuanyuan Peak with Yujian.The ice that never melts on Xuanyuan Peak will only make people feel the icy cold, but to him it is the most cordial greeting.Shu Mo pushed open the door, and the three oil lamps by the bed were dimmer than before, while Chu Shumo was lying sideways on the couch, with tiny beads of ice on his temples and eyebrows.

As soon as Shu Mo closed his eyes, Chu Shumo on the other side opened them. A rare trace of fatigue appeared in his calm and unwavering phoenix eyes. His fragile sea of ​​consciousness could no longer maintain the coexistence of Chu Shumo and Shu Mo.

In the battle ten years ago, he was actually injured more than Mozun Yaohuang. Yuan Yin's self-destruction made Han Lijian exhaust his aura in order to protect his sea of ​​consciousness from being damaged.

The sea of ​​consciousness is in jeopardy, and the natal magic weapon has cracks again, which makes Chu Shumo, who once dared to challenge the heaven, feel a little powerless.

If he can't find the Five Elements Supreme Treasure again, I'm afraid he won't be able to last a hundred years.

When Lu Shiyi woke up, Shu Mo was lying beside him, his picturesque eyebrows made even the frowns pleasing to the eye, and he opened his eyes to look at him for a quarter of an hour out of admiration.

"Are you awake?" Shu Mo's voice was still a little lazy when he just woke up, with a slight hot wind blowing on his face, Lu Shiyi anxiously turned his eyes away, the heat that finally dropped last night seemed to come back again up.

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