The glamorous attack was forced to be indifferent

Xie Yichao didn't forget about making a kiln yesterday, and prepared stone bricks and mud.

A well-groomed yard has turned into a dirty place.

Xie Yichao chose the open space between the kitchen and the small vegetable garden, and built the brick platform with his own hands, and his clothes were soon stained with dust.

He was so absorbed in his work that he didn't even notice the plaster on his cheeks.

"It's dirty." She wiped Xie Yichao's face with her hand wearing a handkerchief.

Xie Yichao: "Junior brother, why do you have the heart to watch me work?" Ever since she was able to practice, Shu Qingyan was either practicing or on the way of cultivation, with her extreme aptitude and unremitting efforts, she was able to build a foundation within a month.

It is indeed a hurdle from the Qi training period to the foundation building period, but it is not difficult, not to mention the various good things that Xie Yichao sorts out and gives every night.

Medicinal pills to help cultivation, food full of aura, spirit stones and so on.

"I've always been here." Shu Qingyan pondered the hidden meaning of his words sensitively, "Is senior brother blaming me?"

Xie Yichao: "Don't think too much, just speak casually."

Shu Qingyan watched as Xie Yichao was busy laying stone bricks one by one in an orderly manner, and the foundation began to take shape.

The other party's gaze had never been on him, but it was as if he knew what he was thinking.

"If you have nothing to do, why not help me out." Xie Yichao said again, "Pass me the stone brick?"

Shu Qingyan could no longer think about whether there was something or not, and replied: "Yes."

The two worked together and finished the work in the afternoon.

Xie Yichao cleaned up the place where the kiln was set up. Shu Qingyan did the easiest job, and his body was still clean. He was dying and needed to take a bath and change.

It is also convenient as a monk.

Although he can restore his cleanliness with a dust cleaning solution, he is still not used to it, and he feels really clean only after washing with water.

"Are you hungry?" Xie Yichao asked.

Only at the golden core stage can monks be able to fast.

Shu Qingyan: "It's okay."

Xie Yichao: "Then I changed my clothes later and went out to eat."

Shu Qingyan nodded: "You go."

At this moment, it was almost an hour past noon, and the restaurants and food stalls in the town were not so lively, so there was no need to worry about being too crowded and having no seats.

Xie Yichao and Shu Qingyan strolled along the river, the river flowing silently, reflected by Ling Lingbo's light.

Out of the corner of Shu Qingyan's eyes, a touch of light purple was touched, and Yunxiu green pines were winding around, and silver stars were slightly dotted.

It was far from the usual elegant dress, inexplicably appearing presumptuous and deep, showing off everywhere.

He will see each other tomorrow, but Shu Qingyan feels that the other party is very suitable for this. He doesn't know that he has changed from observing secretly to being blatant, and his eyes have not moved away for a long time.

Xie Yichao didn't make a sound to remind him, he looked at the river and thought that the first time they met was by the river, the Dingding River across Zangzhou City is wider than the one in Panlin Town.

Unknowingly, I found Zhang Fu's grilled fish restaurant that Xie Yichao had met by chance before.

Ordinary furnishings, sat a lot of diners, and there are vacant leftover tables.

Xie Yichao made sure that he and Shu Qingyan would not attract any attention, and stepped forward. The owner of the shop was two elderly couples. When the husband was young, he worked as a chef in a restaurant in a big city. Later, he returned to his hometown and lived a normal life with his wife. They opened this restaurant in Panlin Town. It has been a grilled fish shop for 15 years.

The fish is freshly caught, and if you don't want to eat fish, you can also order other home-cooked dishes.

Since the name of the store has the word grilled fish, how can you not try it.

"What kind of flavor do the two guests want?" The kind-faced old lady neatly packed a clean place and poured tea.

Xie Yichao: "Do you have any recommendations?"

The old woman's bright and clear eyes fell on them: "The guests are from other places." She said slowly, with a slow voice, "Garlic flavor is very popular among foreign guests."

"Then let it be." Xie Yichao.

"Which one of you will follow me to pick fresh fish?" asked the old woman.

"No need." Xie Yichao, "If it weighs two catties or less than three catties, just use less stickleback fish."

The old woman said: "The price of fish with fewer sticklebacks is more expensive than fish with more sticklebacks."

"No problem." Xie Yichao, "We haven't eaten yet, please hurry up."

"Okay." The old woman said.

They sat near the right door of the store, surrounded by other customers who were eating and drinking in twos and threes, and they should be ordinary civilians in ordinary clothes.

Xie Yichao paused for a moment, and noticed a wave of mana. A monk was hiding among the civilians.

He didn't care, and quickly withdrew his gaze, staring at the person sitting opposite him: "Be brave."

"..." Shu Qingyan's face was blushed.

It turned out that Xie Yichao heard his stomach growling, took out the tightly wrapped pastry from his arms as if he had been prepared, and pushed it in front of Shu Qingyan.

Shu Qingyan wanted to say thank you again, but the shadow that followed covered him, Xie Yichao's hand pressed on his abdomen, a faint warmth arose, and he was slightly taken aback.

A piece of white sweet cake was fed to his mouth.

Subconsciously opened his mouth, the fingertips ran over his lips, leaving a clear coolness.

"Are you cold?" Shu Qingyan didn't know why she said that, but she just said it.

Xie Yichao moved twice on the person's abdomen, his handsome eyebrows raised lightly: "Do you still feel cold now?"

Shu Qingyan immediately clasped his wrist, swallowed the pastry in his mouth with the tea, his eyes darkened for a moment, and his tone was restrained and soft: "Don't move around."

The more so, Xie Yichao became less serious, and joked with a smile: "Why, your stomach is still more sensitive?"

"You..." Shu Qingyan seemed to be shocked by his brazenness, he was speechless for a while, but he was very angry, "You...shameless! Shameless! Obscene!"

"The scolding Qingyan, really cute." Xie Yichao didn't feel conscious of being scolded at all, but instead was attracted to stare at the other party intently, and accidentally said nothing.

"...Pervert." Shu Qingyan bit her lip and shook off his hand fiercely.

Xie Yichao smiled dryly: "Hehe, I'm teasing you, don't worry about it."

Shu Qingyan ignored him, didn't eat the pastries, and sat silently.

Xie Yichao: "I was wrong."

Shu Qingyan looked up at him.

"It's my fault." Xie Yichao assured, "I will never do this again, Qingyan forgive me?"

He yelled and yelled not to call his junior again, from Qing Yan who was probing before to Qing Yan who was sure now.

Shu Qingyan was still hesitating: "Brother, a word from a gentleman..."

"A four-horse is hard to chase." Xie Yichao answered, muttering in his heart that I am not a gentleman.

Seeing the other party relax and start eating gracefully, Xie Yichao held his head and thought that the protagonist is too easy to deceive, no wonder so many people want to bully him.

Grilled fish with garlic was brought to their place by a young man, with a sizzling charcoal stove.

The taste smells delicious.

Shu Qingyan suddenly felt that the pastry in his mouth was tasteless, and his eyes were fixed on the slightly burnt fish.

"This fish is a half-pound catfish. The meat is tender and chewy, and there are few spines. The two guests can eat it with confidence." The man who served the dishes looked a lot like the old couple, and introduced enthusiastically.

Xie Yi moved his nostrils and smelled the overflowing aroma of garlic. The shop was full of ingredients: "Is there any rice?"

"Yes." The man replied.

Xie Yichao: "Two bowls."

"Okay." The man said.

Xie Yichao glanced at Shu Qingyan who hadn't moved, picked up the chopsticks and stretched it into the pot. The fish was curled up in the pot, forming a ring. The skin of the fish was scorched hard. It should have been fried or deep-fried. Delicate, with a thick layer.

There are also two side dishes, potatoes and lotus root slices.

"Let's eat." Xie Yichao said, "Aren't you hungry?"

Only then did Shu Qingyan move his chopsticks.

Xie Yichao resisted the urge to make trouble, he disliked the other party's almost winking politeness, which always made him feel alienated and strange that he hadn't been put in his heart.

Is the protagonist in the early stage of the article so difficult to talk to?

Xie Yichao couldn't help but think of all the disobedience he felt from the other party in the past. Shu Qingyan has always behaved well-behaved and pure in front of him. Normally, he understands and is even willing to help, but...

Why is there no joy in which a great hatred can be avenged?Wen Luoya, the owner of Tianxiang Pavilion, doesn't have a high level of cultivation, so it's not difficult for Shu Qingyan to catch up with him.

The two ate the delicious grilled fish silently, surrounded by lively conversations.

"Hey! I told you not to drink!"

"I told you not to do that."

A quarrel erupted at the innermost table in the store. Seeing that they were talking upside down and behaving like nothing, they should be drunk.

"Hahahahahaha...!" A drunkard with a hooked nose laughed at the two drunkards opposite him who were entangled.

"What are you laughing at?" The two people opposite him were startled by his sudden laughter, and shouted dissatisfiedly, "You're laughing fart."

They were really noisy, Xie Yichao turned his head to look at the three of them, and found that the drunk man laughing wildly was the hidden monk.

interesting.

You can't make a foundation-builder cultivator drunk with ordinary wine, because the alcohol can be easily dissipated by spiritual power.

Xie Yichao watched the other party's acting skills with great interest, but after a while, he gave up the idea.

"Idiots, idiots! They are all idiots!" The hooked nose danced wildly with both hands, revealing some kind of fanaticism, whether it was the dull drunkard at the same table, or some secret matter.

"No, no." In harmony, the other two alcoholics retorted, "You are the one."

Hooked Nose started to laugh again, laughing almost to the point of tears, he actually followed suit: "Yes, yes, yes, I am an idiot, I am the idiot."

"..."

The three drunkards were just making trouble with each other, but they did not pose a threat to the surrounding customers. The shopkeeper thought it was used to this, and neither appeased nor drove them away.

After the other guests paid attention, they felt bored and continued to chat with their companions.

Of course some left.

Like singing a big show, the alcoholic no longer rebounded childishly, with a hooked nose whimpering and crying, while the other two lay on the table clumsily comforting.

Xie Yichao's consciousness locked onto the hooked nose that was crying loudly, and he slowly picked up the fish and put it into his mouth, his eyes filled with the calm Shu Qingyan opposite.

"Like it?" he asked.

Shu Qingyan didn't stop chopsticks, her stomach got bigger: "Yes, I like it."

Xie Yichao looked at his reluctance to waste it: "I won't help you overcome it when you're full later."

Shu Qingyan wanted to say that he could use his spiritual power and quickly restrain it.

"I sealed your cultivation base." Xie Yichao grinned, he will always have a way to deal with disobedient people.

Shu Qingyan frowned.

"Don't come here, I won't eat it." Xie Yichao took a sip of tea on the ground.

Shu Qingyan: Really don't want to eat?

Xie Yichao stretched out his hand to touch the opponent's waist, and said leisurely: "It must be three months."

"..." Shu Qingyan finally compromised, but her expression was faintly dangerous, "Master, brother."

I really want to hammer Xie Yichao.

Shu Qingyan, who was forced to show his claws, relieved Xie Yichao's depression not long ago.

"Will I succeed in three months?" Xie Yichao said indifferently, it was coaxing after all.