I refuse this box lunch

It seems to be a custom that has been prevalent since thousands of years ago.

On the first day after the wedding, both parties have to drink a bowl of auspicious Ruyi soup. The implication is of course that they are going in a good direction, such as hundreds of sons and grandchildren, longevity, and domination of the world... whoever wants it.

As for the ingredients for making soup, because this custom has been handed down for too long, the real recipe has long been scattered, so everyone can use their own ingenuity to turn a soup into various recipes.

In general, it’s still the same thing—whatever is rare or expensive, if it doesn’t conflict with each other, it won’t kill people, so it’s right to put it inside.

Fuhe vaguely knows a little bit about the uniform wedding customs in Tianxian Continent, and also knows that this soup cannot be avoided, and, according to the rumors... it is usually not very tasty.

But if you can't resist going to the countryside to do as the Romans do, and it has a wide range of meanings, you can't get it in your mouth, and you can't die if you just drink a little.

With such a mentality, he calmly looked away a lot.He took the initiative to lift the curtain and looked at the soup.

"Is it ripe?"

This is an important point.

"It's ready." Wu Luan turned her body, her waist-length hair was tied up a little casually by a simple black jade hairpin, and another lock fell down on her forehead.

The man has a smooth forehead, and the curvature of the brow bone and jaw is perfect beyond reproach. Although the clothes and accessories are also sparse, it is pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

Compared with yesterday's scene in the pool, I can't lose.

"Is it ready to drink?" Fuhe still lay on the bed, only leaned out a little, his throat was dry, and unconsciously licked the corners of his lips, sniffing, "It seems a bit fragrant."

This is not a compliment, it is absolutely true.

For the small and exquisite porcelain bowl with cracked ice in Wu Luan's hand.

When the small bowl was placed in front of it, it looked even smaller, delicate and delicate, judging by the capacity, it was probably only two or three mouthfuls.

However, Wu Luan was still holding a spoon, scooped up the soup and wanted to deliver it to Fuhe's mouth.

Fowler: "..."

He couldn't help laughing, his face was bright and flamboyant between youth and youth, "Brother, I am very convenient now, pain-free and disease-free, and my realm has risen to a higher level."

Wu Luan also smiled, and moved his gentle eyes to him, and continued to pass the spoon in his hand: "Taste."

Just taste it.

Fowle opened his mouth, and bit the spoon in one bite, the soup barely touched his tongue, and slid all the way down the throat into his stomach.

It should be like swallowing jujubes whole, the taste is unknown.

But the sense of taste is something that cannot be more sensitive.Not to mention the taste of a monk in the False God Realm.

Fuhe slowly widened his eyes, with a startled look on his face.

The delicious aftertaste on his tongue is still there, and he is clamoring vigorously like a hook.

delicious! ! !

"What kind of soup is this!?" The person who has never felt hungry since coming to Xiujie suddenly had a big appetite.

The taste of this dish is really too bright.

Wu Luan naturally took all the changes in Fuhe's expression into his eyes, he casually touched the once-full spoon on the rim of the bowl, and then, as always, put it into a mouth that was waiting for food.

Fuhe sat cross-legged on the couch. Although he had regained his male appearance, he still had long hair. He thought it was troublesome, so he tied it into a ponytail casually, enjoying the feeding while shaking his head happily.

And the porcelain bowl in front of him looks small, but it is not really a small bowl. It seems that as long as Fuhe wants to eat, there will be an endless amount of soup in the bowl.

When his stomach finally swelled slightly after eating, he couldn't help raising his previous questions:

"You made this yourself?"

"How did you do it?"

"Can I learn a hand?"

"This soup is so delicious and refreshing, it can't be some unique secret recipe, right?"

Wu Luan looked at Fu He's blushing and said with a smile, "You can't do it."

"Why can't I come?" Fuhe was about to refuse, but after thinking about it, his culinary skills really didn't shine much, and he was a little embarrassing for a while.

Then, the top of the head was covered by a palm, and it was rubbed gently with strength.

Fuhe raised his head, his eyes widened.

Wu Luan was almost indulging, and he mixed the ingredients of the soup, how to handle it, and how to heat it...and taught him nothing, "If the normal portion is counted, one mature golden spirit fish, one or two ganyou grass , half a pair of purple taro roots..."

Indeed, the massive "small bowl" cannot be called "normal".

The ingredients are fairly common in the cultivation world, and only one or two of them require a little effort.Simple ingredients make extremely delicious, Fuhe is really convinced.

Lord Demon Emperor is mighty.

He memorized the ratio of ingredients one by one, nodded, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "I don't have much talent for cooking, but I am good at it."

Wu Luan tilted his head slightly as a question.

Fuhe smiled "hehe", but didn't reveal much, got out of bed directly, and wanted to float outside the new house.

He flicked his sleeves at the door, and transformed himself into the appearance of "Empress Candle", smiling "chuckle" towards Wu Luan, with a soft voice in his throat: "Husband..."

Wu Luan's eyes moved slightly, and he walked towards him.

Fu He, who was a playful upper body, just pretended for a while, then straightened his face, quickly looked at his wrist before he was "caught", and raised the corner of his mouth, "Cough, this body has a sky-high cultivation, so I can try it for myself , my husband..."

He smiled brightly, blinked his eyes and took a step back: "Thank you."

Then his figure flickered, and he disappeared immediately.

Wu Luan, who was almost touching Fuhe's sleeve, stopped, staring at a certain blank place, and slowly smiled and rolled his eyes.

After all, as long as he wants to chase, it's only a moment and a half, but the distance between moments.

My beloved "little wife" wants to play, so it's okay to play with him.

It's just... He pulled out the black hairpin in his hair, looked at the thick black clouds that were violently churning and twisting inside, his eyes sank, with an expression of boredom.

The evil spirits were yelling evil words endlessly, and even if they were sealed off, they could show off their might to Wu Luan through a barrier.

But they obviously miscalculated. When the ink jade hairpin returned to Wu Luan's bun, the ink wave inside was calm, as if a few scattered sesame seeds were floating on the light black liquid.

With such a defeat, there should be no big storms for a long time afterwards.

Fuhe went to heaven and earth with her girl, not only because he wanted to experience the boundless power of mana blindly.

He just finished the festive night in the cave mansion, and he is infinitely approaching a happy life, but he is also afraid that taking away the number one master in the cultivation world will change the luck of the whole small world.

Therefore, it is true to go out to gather grass to make wine, and it is also true to observe the fate trajectory of the main and supporting characters.

Therefore, he did come to Luoying faction more frequently.

In a piece of land close to the sect's territory, the fertile soil is fertile and lush, but there are many gratifying spiritual grasses, which are exactly what Fuhe needs now.

At this time, I really can't help but want to implement Zhiyao's style.

Just when he was eager to try to pick one or two, a gray monk not far away quickly stopped him:

"Wait a minute!"

Fu Hefu's fingers on the grass branches stopped, slightly stiffened, then retracted naturally, and stroked his temples again, looking dignified and dignified.

The grey-clothed monk approached, looked at Fuhe with amazement for a moment, then was quickly replaced by guard, and bowed his fists, "Fellow Daoist, this is the field of elixir sent by me. It's okay to stay if you don't want to, but please don't." Destroy the herbs in the medicinal fields."

Fuhe stood aside with his arms folded casually. As a monk in the False God Realm, it was not unusual for him to receive a gift from a foundation-builder.He didn't intend to release coercion, nor did he want to be rude to a dutiful person.

So he nodded dispensably, and walked aimlessly in other directions, "Got it, just take a look."

The grey-clothed friar was probably straight-hearted, "Go somewhere else, no one is allowed here."

"Tsk." Fuhe asked him with squinting eyes, "I haven't even set up a formation, so people are not allowed to pass by?"

The grey-clothed friar answered honestly: "It's because the formation is broken that they are being caught so strictly."

Fu He glanced lightly, and roughly estimated the price of the good spiritual grass in the medicine field, and couldn't help complaining: "You Luoying faction are out of money, how many spirit stones can these common medicinal materials be exchanged for? "

After asking, it seemed that he suddenly remembered the past, as if he had realized something - it seems that the loss of a mine has a great impact.

"No." The grey-clothed friar quickly fell into Fuhe's trap, and continued, "How can it be. Our sect doesn't rely on those foreign objects to improve our abilities, and let the magic sect snatch them away. Anyway, we can't ask for it back. Now, but isn't this a special time?"

"When?"

"Fellow Daoist." The grey-clothed monk raised his listless eyes, "Recently, one of the major incidents in the cultivation world is enough to turn the world upside down, don't you know?"

Fu Wo was extremely at a loss: "Then I really don't know."

Recently?

Recently, he just went out, fought against demons, and formed a contract. Is there anything he missed?

"It's been too long in retreat." Fuhe was as curious about gossip as ever, "What's the matter, tell me quickly."

The grey-clothed friar may have been looking at the fields for a long time, but he was still interested in talking, cleared his throat, and shared his various news with Fuhe almost without pausing.

First of all, the Luoying faction was robbed of mines by the Demon Gate.Zhiyao's old problem is just like this, it has not been rectified for hundreds of years, and finally it is the turn of Hu Zhimen, an outstanding representative of Xianmen, to come up to compete.

In the end, the odds of winning and losing were [-]-[-]. There was a strange soldier (Wu Luan) from the Demon Sect, and it was normal to lose.

But, what happened next was weirder.

The Nascent Soul becomes demonic, hurts immortals, and eats golden pills.

Resurrect the dead, practice soul devouring, occupy the body.

One pile, one piece, all indicate that things are going to develop in an unpredictable direction.

There are not a few powerful masters of Xianmen. With the Luoying sect starting, more sects have made their voices. For all strange phenomena, if you grasp the clues and continue to investigate the source, there will always be clues, and you will get closer to the truth step by step.

All of a sudden, the collusion between the Huzhi Sect and the devil almost made the whole world of cultivators go uproar.

As for whether there is a magic gate here to help, Fuhe estimates that the possibility is not small.

As for another major event, just as the grey-clothed friar had just started, Fuhe almost understood it.

What kind of magic ceremony, what kind of birds and phoenixes, the rumors are quite different from the reality, isn't it just a wedding with his man?

just a little.

Fu Wo frowned slightly: "Half a month ago? What do you mean?"

The grey-clothed monk looked at the mentally retarded expression on his face, which was an indescribable contempt. He raised his voice, "Demon Gate! Half a month ago! A hundred birds chasing the phoenix! It's a big deal! After half a month, There is ping-pong-pong in Moyu every day, and you haven't been quarreled?"

Fowler suspects he is driving, but has no evidence.

He frowned, shook his head innocently, and turned on the nonsense mode: "I live far away from the Demon Realm, I don't know."

The grey-clothed friar choked, and spit out the word "oh", "I don't know much about the inside story like the outer disciples. All in all, foreign enemies and internal enemies are not as easy to deal with. The elders and elite disciples of the faction are all gathered to go The Four Immortal Gates have gone, and the war is about to break out."

Fowler: "..." He was also very cultured.

He rubbed his chin, ignoring the fact that he had been holed for half a month, "The chief disciple of your faction has also gone?"

The grey-clothed monk became alert again, "Fellow Daoist, this is a matter of mine, and it has nothing to do with you, right?"

Fuhe nodded, raised his eyebrows slightly, spread his hands and took a step back, stepped into an invisible circle, and disappeared in place.

He turned around, and smiled at the man who surrounded him with his arms: "Husband, eavesdropping on other people's chats, isn't it good?"

Wu Luan pointed his finger at his ear: "I didn't eavesdrop."

"Did you peek?"

"nor."

Fuhe didn't doubt it.He noticed the strangeness on the man's head with sharp eyes, stretched out his hand, and carefully straightened the hairpin, he couldn't help but let out a little gasp: "This color..."

Wu Luan stared intently at his mouth that was about to speak.

I saw Fu He standing on tiptoe with the help of the hairpin, and after getting infinitely close, a light kiss fell on Wu Luan's lips like a bird's feather.

The hairpin was still stuck in place, Fuhe seemed to sigh casually: "It looks good."

He tilted his head and snuggled into the man's arms, his tone seemed to be very distressed, "It's been half a month, why don't I remember anything."

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