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"That's all! Find some stone slabs for me. I'm free in the evening. I'll draw these two ways of making meat jerky. If you want to do it in the future, if you forget how to do it, just look at the paintings on the slate." Seeing a group of small The blue bird and the black bean eyes are almost turning into mosquito coils, Bai Xiong finally compromised helplessly.

"Pfft~" Yun Xiao couldn't help laughing, seeing the embarrassing and embarrassing look in his elder brother's eyes, he suppressed it again, his handsome face flushed red.

Brother's painting skills, cough!Otherwise, let him paint.

Yun Xiao recalled that when he was underage, his elder brother didn't know what to think, he took a wooden frame and filled it with a lot of sand, and brought two branches, saying that he wanted to teach himself how to draw, but in the end... Anyway, he dealt with his elder brother Kindergarten children's painting skills are not very appreciated.

"It's free, right? Then go paint!" Bai Xiong picked out two sticks of charcoal from the embers of the fire and threw them at Yunxiao's feet.

Yun Xiao took the two sticks of charcoal and obediently drew.

He has seen the process of making jerky by elder brother many times. Although the taste may not be as delicious as elder brother's, he still remembers the specific procedure very clearly.

If Bai Xiong's painting skills are still at the kindergarten level, then the self-taught Yun Xiao is almost at the level of an entry-level art student. I have to say about art, it really depends on talent. People who have studied for more than ten years may just get started, but some people are born to eat this bowl of rice.

If it was in his previous life, Bai Xiong would definitely let Yun Xiao study in the Department of Fine Arts, but here, a demon who can draw and have an artistic talent has no future at all. Here, big fists are king.

Being criticized by Yunxiao's strength for his painting skills, Teacher Bai was very upset...and added a double serving of chili to Yunxiao's raw fried blood tofu!

Today, it's also a day for the Bai family brothers to hurt each other.

The blood tofu is cut into finger-thick pieces, first marinated with sour juice, small yellow sauce, and salt for a while, then heat the oil pan, add chopped chili and garlic, stir-fry, add a little soybean paste, and stir-fry until fragrant After that, pour in the marinated blood tofu, continue to stir-fry for a few minutes, then pour in some water, cook for a stick of incense on high heat, wait until the soup inside is almost collected, and before it comes out of the pot, sprinkle a handful of chopped The perilla leaves and scallions are ready to serve.

"This is delicious!" Xianyun took a sip, and his eyes lit up.

They also drink the blood of wild beasts, but it's just to follow the tradition of the tribe. I didn't expect that the blood that I thought was very bad to drink in the past, turned out to be surprisingly delicious when made into dishes, but the method is too complicated. Xianyun watched it for a long time. Bai Xiong even tried it with his hands, but he didn't learn it!

The fresh dishes are very delicious, but the recipes are too complicated, and they are simply challenging the limit of their bird memory...

There was no other way, Yun Xiao could only find a few more stone slabs, and drew the recipe of blood tofu.Yunxiao is very serious when he draws, pinching the thin charcoal strips with his strong fingers, and quickly draws on the stone slab. After finishing the sketch, he will grind it into a juice with a kind of dark green leaves, Take the branches dipped in the juice and apply a layer on the draft. The juice of this kind of leaves has a strong dyeing effect, and it can be stored for a long time after drying. Even if it is soaked in water, it is difficult to wash off. The clothes were dyed, and after being seen by Yun Xiao, he added a kind of painting paint to himself without a teacher.

After Yun Xiao finished drawing the simple steps, he raised his head and realized that, at some point, he had already surrounded a group of little fellows from the Qingyu Tribe, who were watching his painting attentively. Beside the big brother who is working so hard to cook... only the patriarch Xianyun and a few adult blue-naped greenbirds are left.

It seems that the little bluebirds of the Qingyu tribe are more obsessed with art than food~

"You guys are ignorant, adults please don't take offense." Seeing that Baixiong's cooking class was deserted, while the Yunxiao sketching class next door, which Baixiong punished for painting, was very popular, Xianyun explained with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, you guys should be like this, do whatever you want, otherwise you'll have to do things you don't want to do at our age." Bai Xiong waved his hands with a smile, giving the smoked meat Dry turned over.

In his previous life, he was very disapproving of those parents who frequently enroll their kindergarten children in seven or eight interest classes. Although that is an attempt in another sense, as a teacher, Bai Xiong knows that many children are actually very reluctant to go to interest classes on weekends. , They want to experience the outside world with their parents on weekends, even if they just squat in the park with bread crumbs to feed ants...

He had heard a lot of such small troubles in kindergarten.Therefore, since Yunxiao came out of his shell, although he has been taking care of Yunxiao in every possible way in life, he never puts any special demands or pressure on Yunxiao in terms of personal hobbies. He usually senses that Yunxiao likes something , and that kind of thing happened to be within his ability, so he would teach it. Most of the time, Yun Xiao was left to figure it out by himself.

Just like now, Bai Xiong is not unhappy that Yun Xiao can play with a group of young monsters of the same age who have just grown up, but rather relieved, because he knows that his mental age is actually very old, and he may really not be able to play with Yun Xiao When he got to one place, besides, he still had a worry in his heart, fearing that one day he would really leave Yunxiao after playing it off. The child was too dependent on him, and he was afraid that something would happen. I really want Yun Xiao to have a few more friends to talk to, at least, when the day comes, it is much better to have these people by his side to relieve him and comfort him than to be alone.

He and Yunxiao have no parental relationship. If he doesn't even have friends, then this demon life is too bleak. He can't help himself. He is not born to be a person who is very active and super slow. He is passive in his youth, and he also has some cleanliness about relationships. It is really difficult to make friends who can really talk to him. He can't change himself like this, so he hopes that Yunxiao can become more cheerful and make more friends.

Although I prefer art, no matter how literary and artistic you are, you have to eat a full stomach to make a romantic night. After learning how to use charcoal sticks and paints from Yunxiao, at night, all the monsters are fascinated by the blood tofu made by Baixiong There is also the wonderful taste of jerky, especially jerky, which may not be suitable for chicks, but for the adult blue-naped green finches who are squatting in the pit to hatch eggs, when they are idle and bored, they hold a Jerky can pass half a day, which is really great!

The Bai family's secret meat jerky immediately became popular in the Qingyu tribe. When he went to the tribe's birthplace to practice the secret technique, the blue-naped greenbirds who were hatching eggs began to greet him, and some of them warmly invited him He ate delicious bugs, but Teacher Bai declined them all.

"It's really hard to make friends with the blue-naped green sparrow family! It's impossible to make friends with the hobby of eating bugs!" Bai Xiong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, excused himself to practice secret techniques, and hurriedly left.

This area protected by the illusion is very large, and Yunxiao was finally taken away. Today, Baixiong will try to nail the first set of "passwords" here.

"Have you figured it out?" Qingxi didn't know when he appeared, looking at him with complicated eyes. From ancient times to the present, he has never seen monsters plundering power from their own kind, willing to give their own like this reed chicken. His life was tied to the monsters beside him, and he had never seen any of them anyway.

"Thought it out, let's start!" After all, Bai Xiong is still not very proficient in the spells of the Yaozu. He just proposed the idea of ​​"can set a password". How to implement it is safe to ask Qingxi, an old demon. .

"Hmph! When you die, this body will be mine! Then don't cry and ask to come back." Qingxi reminded him awkwardly.

"Don't worry, once you say a word, it's hard to chase. Besides, I bet ten roasted wild ducks, that person... will never dare to hurt me, or hurt the heart that should belong to Jiang Di." Dan." Bai Xiong sneered, "Stop dawdling, let's start! Yunxiao catches crabs very fast, and it will be troublesome when he finds him."

"Forget it! I hope these little bastards will remember your heart in the future." Qingxi stopped trying to persuade him, he could see that Mr. Bai, who usually looks meek and soft, but whoever he is It is difficult to change the things I have decided in my heart, even if the mountains fall and the ground cracks, I just hope that that demon named Jiang can have a little conscience, even for the sake of the demon core, but don't move the idea of ​​​​this secret realm, otherwise, nothing will happen in vain. Xiong was afraid that he would really hurt his muscles and bones.

Set up a silent enchantment around, the demon king Qingxi looked solemn, slowly raised his hands, made a complicated imprint with one hand, made a tactic, and pressed the other hand violently on the ground.

The soft soil instantly turned into a terrifying black vortex. The vortex's rotation speed was not fast, but it had a strange power, as if it could suck everything in front of it.

"Come on!" Qingxi yelled, and the sharp branch that was about half an arm long pierced the chest in an instant, blood dripped down, and was swallowed up by the black vortex. His fair face quickly turned pale, even his rosy lips became pale, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his clear and moist eyes. Finally, he knelt down in the soft mud trembling.

"God of medicine, here is the Baixiong of the pheasant family, who swear by blood and sacrifice the demon pills to pray to the gods... May! With the spirit and soul as the bond! Protect, protect the secret realm of Sangling, all the demons!"

A ray of light blue light flew out from Baixiong's demon pill, quickly plunged into the black vortex, and disappeared in a flash, Baixiong's face became paler, and a streak of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Holding his hands in the mud, his white palms were stained with mud, and the swirling mud splashed onto his pale face. He looked a little embarrassed, but there was a strange satisfied smile on his face.

"Jiang Yuan... Really, I really want to see how you can't solve the password~"

Must be fun, right?He thought he was playing with everyone in the palm of his hand, but in the end, it was nothing but a bamboo basket to fetch water. That expression must be very funny, right?