The master of cultivating immortals protects me

There are some questions that Xu Xiaofeng has never asked, for example: Master, why is your wisp of spiritual consciousness stored on a piece of ancient jade.

Or: Master, is your deity the leader of a great sect, otherwise why would there be so many errands coming out of you?

Now Xu Xiaofeng doesn't know much about his master other than his name. Although they have lived together for ten years, it's nothing. As they get along, they will get to know each other better.

Fortunately, ordinary cultivators live a very long life.

"If I had known, master, that you have the ability to read other people's memories, I wouldn't have to test that tree demon. I would just pull her over and read it, so I would know who is behind her back."

Xu Xiaofeng and Fenghuang were the only people in the small courtyard except for the tree demon who was still trapped in the magic circle and couldn't get out. Xu Xiaofeng knew his master's habits and didn't like outsiders staying too much in his living place.

Xu Xiaofeng personally cooked a few home-cooked dishes, one with three delicacies, one with shredded cabbage and one with mushroom soup.

An old mottled wooden table was placed in the shade of the trees and vines in the yard. Xu Xiaofeng arranged the meals on the wooden table one by one and brought two sets of bowls and chopsticks.

The food prepared by Xu Xiaofeng is particularly delicious and attractive, even better than Songhe Tower.

The facial features of the avatar are relatively dull on weekdays, but now they have become sharper due to the relationship between the retreat period. Fenghuang seldom eats. He relies on absorbing the aura of heaven and earth to maintain the purity of his aura. Whether it is his deity or the avatar has already left A stage in which life is sustained by eating like a mortal.

Occasionally, if he couldn't stand Xu Xiaofeng's stalking, he would sit down and have some meals with Xu Xiaofeng, just like today.

"Master, have a bowl of soup." In the past ten years, Xu Xiaofeng has figured out what the master likes about food. Fenghuang basically doesn't touch meat and rarely eats. He occasionally drinks some tea or some unknown wild fruits. He actually let the master eat a piece of braised pork, thinking about it now is really unbelievable.

But it’s not that the master doesn’t like these at all. For example, the fresh soup made of wild mushrooms, the master likes it very much. When Xu Xiaofeng was on the mountain when he had nothing to do, he picked wild mushrooms on the mountain. Eat, after the rainy season in July and August, there are wild mushrooms blooming all over the mountains and plains. Once he made a hot pot with wild mushrooms. The master who usually only eats with chopsticks drank several bowls of soup. From then on Xu Xiaofeng knew that his master liked wild mushrooms.

The fresh soup made from the most simple and natural ingredients, filled with the most rustic taste at the moment of entrance, Feng Huang swallowed slowly, and the taste magnified several times made him deeply feel for the first time that the fresh wild mushroom soup belongs to The taste of the rainy season is like the dawn after the rain, and like dewdrops on the green leaves.

"Master, when will you teach me mind reading?"

Taking a small sip, he put down the porcelain bowl containing fresh soup, Feng Huang licked the little soup remaining on his lips, and stared at Xu Xiaofeng with a hint of warning, his apprentice was staring at him with wide eyes. He looked at it, sighed in his heart that Xu Xiaofeng was too active and eager to learn, Fenghuang deliberately lowered his voice: "Do you know that mind reading is a forbidden technique that practitioners taboo?"

"Ah?" Xu Xiaofeng's eyes widened, he didn't know whether he was surprised by the master's casual licking of his lips just now, or by the fact that the master used a forbidden technique just now.