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Ji Juntong smiled, and was about to answer when he heard a commotion at the stairs. A dozen warriors dressed in indigo shirts rushed up the stairs. Ji Juntong glanced at them, and the ten or so big men immediately slowed down their pace and held back With a calm voice, he took a few steps back and stood respectfully behind Ji Juntong.

He smiled at Ye Qiao apologetically, and then turned to Yan Qiong: "I really fell in love with this young master at first sight. This young master guessed right. I didn't hide my real surname, which is enough to show my love for this young man." The young master is sincere, and he doesn't intend to play tricks." He turned his head and glanced at Ye Qiao, who was a little puzzled, and continued to look at Yan Qiong.

Yan Qiong glanced at the back of Ji Juntong's hand which was half covered in the long sleeve, pondered for a moment, took a step forward, and said in a voice that only Ji Juntong and herself could hear clearly: "He is a spirit."

Ji Juntong was stunned, and asked back: "But I can't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power in his body."

Yan Qiong smiled meaningfully at him: "Don't forget, except for ordinary people who have no spiritual power fluctuations, you can only detect the ranks of spiritual beings lower than you." After a pause, he continued: "I believe you should I’ve heard of me, I’m Liu Yan.” Then he swept across the back of his hand and said with a smile: “I have a little impression of you, are you an eighth-level pharmacist?!” His tone was light but extremely certain.

Ji Juntong was taken aback when he heard that, looking at the ordinary-looking Yan Qiong in front of him, he immediately understood that the other party had changed his face, so he immediately bowed his hands and saluted, "I'm offended." Ye Qiao, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes, nodded towards Ye Qiao, turned and left.

The author has something to say: let’s stop here today~

Change the BUG, ​​not change~

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12. Dinner...

A meal was full of ups and downs.Knowing that Ye Qiao was full of question marks, Yan Qiong was not in a hurry to answer him, but kept urging him to eat.Fortunately, the food in this restaurant tastes really good, Ye Qiao ate to his heart's content, and temporarily forgot the question mark in his stomach.

When going out, Ye Qiao felt blocked at the thought of having to endure the unpalatable food when she returned home.Seeing that there was still a lot of money left in his hand, he clamored to buy ingredients.Yan Qiong also let him make trouble, and was half dragged and dragged to the market.

On the way back, Yan Qiong carried a lot of things in his hand, including dried fungus, fungus, various beans, a piece of pork ribs, a few handfuls of green vegetables, two lotus roots, and even a bag of rice and some seasonings. , Ye Qiao still had two live chickens in his hands!

This shape made Yan Qiong dumbfounded, so she quickly found a place where no one was around, and with a swipe of a pen, a big bird with a strange shape appeared on the paper, with yellow hair and a short beak. Yan Qiong said this is Baby yellow bird.Then he blew his lips twice, long and short, and the bird flew out of the paper with fluttering wings, leaped into the sky, circled for a week, and rushed down again.Ye Qiao jumped when she saw it. The bird was only that big when it first came out of the paper. How come it is as tall as a person when it comes down now, and it is probably four or five meters with its wings spread out. It is really scary.

Yan Qiong put all the things into a large rattan basket that she bought, and then fixed it on the yellow bird's feet, sucked her lips again and blew a few times, and the yellow bird immediately flew into the air and headed home. He flew in the direction he was flying, and disappeared after a while.

After flying away, Ye Qiao just remembered and patted his head angrily: "We can fly back together in the yellow bird, how majestic is that!" Going back, Ye Qiao became furious.

Yan Qiong has already removed the spiritual power from her face, and restored her original appearance, smiling and drawing auspicious clouds there, muttering to herself, if I remind you, can I still have a beautiful woman in my arms?Still smiling, he held Ye Qiao in his arms, and floated back amidst his dissatisfied murmurs.

Back at the tree house, Ye Qiao started making dinner.Yan Qiong was a little helpless, what time is it, do it now.Although he was muttering in his heart, he actively cooperated with Ye Qiao's actions, and was ordered to put a chicken in the fence outside the tree house, and then looked at the other chicken in a daze.Killing chickens, cleaning internal organs, ahem... Our Mr. Yan has never done it since he lived for more than 300 years.After thinking about it, I still took out the brush and brushed a few strokes on the paper.Then he blew his lips twice long and short, and saw a woman with the appearance of a peasant woman stepping down from the painting.But with a dull expression, he stood there without moving.Yan Qiong then let go of her voice and sang a tune without lyrics, which was cheerful and light, with a little bit of joy in it.The peasant woman immediately smiled, briskly operated the knife, coughed, killed the chicken, plucked the hair, and cleaned the internal organs.The faster Yan Qiong sang, the faster the peasant woman worked; the slower she sang, the more delicate the peasant woman's movements were.Soon the chicken was cleaned up.

Yan Qiong prolonged the tune again, and then sang fast and slow, and the peasant woman immediately cleaned up the garbage on the ground, dug the internal organs and buried them in a hole.Soon there was nothing on the ground except a chicken that had been cleaned up—it had been chopped into evenly sized pieces and put into clean pottery.

Only then did Yan Qiong change the tune in satisfaction, this time it was a rapid and fast rhythm, which came out of Yan Qiong's throat continuously, and the peasant woman was in high spirits.In the end, Yan Qiong's tone slowed down, getting slower and slower, and with two short short tones at the end, the peasant woman returned to the painting.

Yan Qiong happily held the clay pot on the ground, and just turned around when she saw Ye Qiao's half-smile, touched her head in embarrassment, smiled, and handed the pot to him as if asking for credit.Ye Qiao looked at Yan Qiong and smiled, then walked to the side of the drawing paper, lowered her head and said to the woman who seemed to be still smiling, "Thank you!" Then she ignored Yan Qiong who was smiling behind her, and walked He walked briskly back to the house.

Ye Qiao discovered at a meal in Mingcheng that people’s main cooking methods at this time were simple boiling, steaming and stewing, and roasting and roasting were even more remarkable.So I thought of frying vegetables for Yan Qiong to taste, so I went to find a suitable frying pan.The vessels at this time were basically bronze and pottery.And only pottery is used to cook food.Ye Qiao had no choice but to wander around in the market. Fortunately, he found a pottery with a flat bottom and a shallow belly, which looked like a modern pot. Yan Qiong said that it was used for frying food.Ye Qiao didn't care, because there was no sauce, he searched for a long time before finding a seasoning made from ground and fermented beans, which was similar to the current bean paste, but it was not the same, so it worked just fine.Then, a braised chicken nugget came out, with some diced shiitake mushrooms thrown in, a lotus root pork rib soup, a fried radish slice, and steamed rice in a crock pot.After eating Yan Qiong so much that she smiled, she called Yeqiao a genius.And he refuses to cook anymore, and sits at the dining table on time every day waiting for the food to be served.If Ye Qiao refuses to do it, she will definitely play a rogue, use her brain to trick and deceive, and will think of any tricks, so that Ye Qiao has been suffering from headaches since then. He originally wanted to improve his life, but ended up raising an uncle!Of course, these are things for later.

At this time, Ye Qiao watched Yan Qiong happily eating very deliciously, and was quite happy in her heart.I calculated in my heart that those beans can be boiled, wrapped in bean buns to eat, and there is a radish left over to see if it is pickled and dried to make dried radish, which can be eaten as pickles in the morning...

The author has something to say: "Xia Yi" has been updated. From now on, "Ye Qiao" can be updated twice a day, once at noon and once in the evening, ahem, the number of chapters is uncertain... Sweat~ Please support me and bow ^^

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13. Dreamland...

Yan Qiong can be said to be living a happy life these few days, and the little days are so nourishing that he just wants to hum.Ye Qiao did almost all the housework, and of course the most important thing was cooking.Except because Ye Qiao couldn't write Ji Guo's characters, Yan Qiong would teach him for a while every day, and the rest of the time Yan Qiong was idle.As for the daily meal plan, Ye Qiao's little skill is beyond words, Yan Qiong is so happy that she can't wait to hug him and eat a few bites.Of course, ahem, he did the same, but was hit on the head with a spoon by Ye Qiao who was cooking, and was kicked out of the kitchen disheartened, not daring to do anything else again.

But, but, how clear the sky is, how beautiful this life is!Occasionally there is a wave to adjust the mood, how good it is!Fast forward more than ten days, Yan Qiong was only driven down the mountain by Ye Qiao to buy something when there was a shortage of ingredients, and the rest of the time was spent hanging around Ye Qiao, sometimes just doing a little bit of oil, it was really fun. .

Yeqiao also opened a field next to the tree house, where he grew leeks, beans, green vegetables and radishes.A few more chickens were raised in the fenced enclosure.Every morning, he brought miscellaneous grains to feed them, and seeing those fluffy chickens chattering around him, asking him what he wanted to eat with their yellow mouths, Ye Qiao would be in a good mood.Sometimes when I am interested, I will chase the chickens and run around in the fence. Listening to the crowing of the chickens, feeling the anxious or cheerful mood of the chickens, I will be happy.After playing happily, Ye Qiao ran out of breath, clutching his heart, feeling the beating sound of his heart, he would feel reborn, it was really good.Moreover, Ye Qiao looked up at the tree house, although he couldn't see anyone, but he knew that Yan Qiong was inside, and someone was talking with him, bickering, arguing, really happy.Moisture gradually appeared in Ye Qiao's eyes, and he called silently in his heart: Dad, Mom, Ye Fei, did you see it?I am very happy living here... Tears fell unconsciously.

Yan Qiong finished dinner, sent Ye Qiao to bed and lay down, and did not leave immediately.Yeqiao is already fast asleep, but