The days of being a cook in fairyland

"Promise him, shopkeeper, 100 years, this is a sword cultivator at the peak of the real fairy, we will not suffer." Promised Song Lian that he would think about it, and Yin Xiaobei was held back by Qin Jiu as soon as he entered the back kitchen.

"Is the cultivation level of a true immortal very high?" Yin Xiaobei asked doubtfully.

To be honest, he still can't tell the level of immortal cultivation until now. He only knows that the highest cultivation level is the immortal emperor, and the lower ones are the masters in charge of the upper nine heavens.But both of these belong to the kind of one radish and one pit, and they will not change easily. Someone must come down before others can have the opportunity to go up again.

"Why is it not high?" Qin Jiu quickly gave the science popularization to his shopkeeper, "Immortal cultivation can be divided into six levels in terms of cultivation level, that is, six major realms. For example, mortals like us just can't enter. The higher ones are Shangxian, Xuanxian, Zhenxian, Daluojinxian, Lingjun, and Xiandi. And each big realm is divided into four small realms, which are the so-called peaks in the early, middle and late stages. Simple, but in fact, for Xianxiu, the improvement of each realm is extremely difficult."

Oh, Yin Xiaobei nodded, probably responding.

Qiu Wenyan seems to be the cultivation base of the early stage of Shangxian. For Xuanxian, the Patriarch of the Han family seems to be Xuanxian's cultivation base, and the master of the Xu family seems to be the same. The real immortal is Song Lian who has just met. , As for the latter, there is no need to talk about Lingjun and Xiandi.

"Of course, that's not the point." Qin Jiu looked around and lowered his voice, "Song Lian is not only the head of Xuanjianzong's generation, he is also the only son of the Xuanjianzong's suzerain, and because he is a born immortal. , the people at Jiuchongtian like to call him Xiaoqin Wuyue."

Qin Wuyue?

Hearing this familiar name, Yin Xiaobei was finally stunned: "Qin Wuyue also belongs to Xuan Jianzong?" Qin Wuyue is that person's uncle, doesn't it mean that person is also...

"That's right, both he and the previous Immortal Emperor were from the Xuanjian Sect, but they should no longer be in the sect. After all, the Lingjun must be connected with the fate of the weather that he is in charge of, so naturally he can no longer be with the original one. There are other karma involved in the sect." Qin Jiu said.

"But there is still a gossip in it." Qin Jiu chuckled, carefully glanced at Qin Wu who was busy outside, and pulled Yin Xiaobei aside, "The shopkeeper probably doesn't know that Jiuchongtian likes to call Song Lian Xiaoqin Wuyue actually has another reason, that is, these two people are equally independent when choosing a Taoist partner. Qin Lingjun chose a woman who is a demon cultivator as a Taoist partner, while Song Lian It's even more weird that he chose a chef."

Yin Xiaobei: "..."

Qin Jiu looked eagerly at the shopkeeper of his house, and the words "Please watch the gossip closely" were written on his face.

"Okay," Yin Xiaobei sighed helplessly, "Go out and tell Song Lian, just say that I have agreed, and let him pick a time."

Unexpectedly, Yin Xiaobei would agree to him. When Song Lian came out of Pingqi City, he felt that the heavy stone that had been pressing on his heart for nearly a year had finally loosened a little.

It was already noon when I got home, the air was getting colder, and there was fine snow in the sky.

Song Lian rubbed his sore brows, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw a woman blushing and hastily stood up from the bed, while his Taoist partner Zou Ning was lying on the bed, looking at the book in his hand calmly. Jade Jane.

"Why is she still here?" No one could calm down after seeing such a scene, anger welled up in his heart, and Song Lian dropped the thing in his hand to the ground, right at the woman's feet.

"Bang" sound.

The woman screamed, with tears in her eyes, she looked in Zou Ning's direction and softly called out to her cousin.

Song Lian could feel the veins on his forehead twitching, your cousin's brother, your whole family is cousin.A clan member who couldn't beat him, how could he come here to call his cousin: "Didn't you say that you will let her go today? Why is she still here?"

"Ruo Ling has nowhere to go for the time being, don't forget, you first agreed to let her live here." Zou Ning said flatly, as if he didn't see Song Lian's anger at all, and just focused on looking at the jade slip in his hand.

A burst of unspeakable grievances welled up in his heart. Song Lian stepped forward, snatched the jade slip from Zou Ning's hand and threw it on the ground, and couldn't help raising his voice: "Zou, do you have a conscience? Why should I It's not for you to let her live here!"

"I don't need you for me." Zou Ning raised his head, his brows and eyes were finally stained with some inexplicable emotion.

Song Lian was stunned, wanting to say what you mean by that.

But Song Lian didn't ask, and Zou Ning didn't say anything more, just got up from the bed with difficulty, bent down and picked up the jade slip on the ground.

As if a fist had hit the cotton, Song Lian felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, and took several deep breaths to suppress the anger in his heart.

"I don't care about you." Song Lian turned his head, thinking that I don't care about you, I'll wait until you recover from illness.

The room was empty, and Zou Ruoling had tactfully left.The snow outside was getting bigger and bigger, and the cold wind was blowing into the house. Song Lian quickly got up and closed the window.

"Young Sovereign."

A low voice came from behind, Song Lian thought he heard it wrong, turned around, but only saw Zou Ning looking at him, his eyes were flat, like a silent well.

"Enough is enough... just give up."

The time agreed with Song Lian was December [-]th, and the day before that, December [-]th, happened to be the "Great Cold Festival" in the first day of heaven.

Ever since he learned of the date the two had set, Qin Jiu couldn't sit still any longer. Whenever he had free time during the day, he would go to Yin Xiaobei to talk about it.

There is only one meaning inside and outside the words, the Great Cold Festival of the First Heaven.

"Really, shopkeeper, trust me once. If you don't delay things one day in advance, why do you have to go one day later? If you don't have a big cold festival in Yichongtian, you will really regret it for the rest of your life."

Regret for the rest of my life or something, it sounds very powerful.

However, Qin Jiu always likes to exaggerate when he speaks, Yin Xiaobei is dubious, so he can only look at Qin Wu with a questioning look.

"Don't listen to his nonsense," Qin Wu smiled and shook his head, "It's not that exaggerated at all, it's just that there are too many shows, flower market, fish and dragon dance, snowfall in Tianhe, and lanterns, it's nothing special s things."

Qin Jiu stared anxiously, and finally calmed down after being stepped on by Qin Wu.

"Sounds okay," Yin Xiaobei couldn't help but want to laugh, "By the way, the floating lights, are you putting lights into the river?"

"Yes, but it's not the kind of river in the lower world, but the Tianhe," Qin Wu explained, "The Tianhe of the first heaven is connected with the spiritual veins of the first heaven. Every year on December [-]th, there will be spiritual energy The strange scene of backflow looks like heavy snowfall. Therefore, every time of the Great Cold Festival, people in Yichongtian will put pre-made lanterns into Tianhe, one to pray for a smooth life in the coming year, and the other to pray for a smooth life in the coming year. I also pray for relatives and friends who cannot see each other far away.”

It's snowing in Tianhe.

Yin Xiaobei squatted down and looked at the child who had been silent in front of him: "Do you want to go? If Mumu wants to go, we will go to Yichongtian one day in advance."

Because Xi Chongzheng has no sense of existence since he became smaller again, Xi Chongzheng was holding a snack and stood aside in a daze. He didn't know why the topic suddenly turned to himself, so he could only look at Yin Xiaobei with a puzzled expression.

"Great Cold Festival, do you want to see it?" Yin Xiaobei asked again.

"Go, go, it's really interesting." Although Qin Wu stepped on his foot, Qin Jiu couldn't help but mutter beside him.

Although he has no interest in such a messy festival, Xi Chong still nodded, and then he regretted it the next day.

Really, if given another chance, he wouldn't nod at anything.