Xianjun, please calm down

Wang Dazhuang was in the kitchen roasting spiritual birds and mixing spiritual herbs for his family's immortal monarch. Two white-clothed disciples swept in like the wind, and then swept him away like the wind. In the whistling wind, he could only hear the Yan Luyang said: "Elder Hanyang lost his temper again..."

Arriving at Xianjun's cave, I saw Xianjun standing in front of the cave from a distance, with long hair and robes, and was about to strike the mountain, surrounded by a circle of disciples, all shouting in horror: "Hanyang!" Elder, please calm down!"

Someone saw Yan Luyang galloping with Wang Dazhuang, and immediately showed the expression of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and shouted: "Mr. Ji Xia, help!"

Yan Luyang put Wang Dazhuang down, and fled back like the wind.

Wang Dazhuang ran over with ease, hugged Xianjun's waist, and dragged him back to the cave.

The disciples who were waiting outside and planning to work together to cast the defensive enchantment breathed a sigh of relief, saying "It's okay, it's okay", and dispersed in twos and threes.

Oh, Mr. Ji Xia is still so mighty, and with his own strength, he extinguished a catastrophe...

In the cave mansion, Xianjun was furious: "Where did you go?!"

Wang Dazhuang said honestly: "Go and make you something to eat."

Yu Changqing eased slightly: "How many times have I told you, you have to tell me when you go out!"

Wang Dazhuang frowned and said, "I told you just now, did you forget?"

Yu Changqing's expression froze, and he said coldly, "Hmph!"

Wang Dazhuang asked cautiously, "Why are you angry again?"

Yu Changqing raised her eyebrows upside down: "What is 'again'? Am I always angry?!"

Years of experience have given Wang Dazhuang a strong desire to survive, and he immediately said: "No, Xianjun has the mildest temper, so why are you angry?"

As soon as the source of anger was mentioned, Yu Changqing's anger rose again: "Where did the spiritual bird you roasted for me yesterday go?!"

Wang Dazhuang didn't know why and said: "You want to blast the mountain just to find that roasted spirit bird? No...you don't want to eat it? I'm afraid of wasting it, and it's pitiful to see other disciples have nothing to eat, so... Give them... share..."

The more he spoke, the darker Yu Changqing's face became, and his voice became smaller and smaller, until he could hardly hear it at last: "Why...?"

Yu Changqing's white face turned black with anger, and roared: "What's wrong?! How dare you ask me what's wrong?! You baked it for me, it's mine! Mine! You gave it to someone else Points! Have you put me in your eyes!"

Wang Dazhuang, who has always been frugal, whispered: "Didn't you stop eating? It's not good to waste too much..."

Yu Changqing was furious: "Did I say I don't want to eat it?! You roasted three at once! I just can't eat that one for the time being! Besides, even if I don't eat it, it's still mine! You roasted it for me!" Do others deserve my food? Do they deserve it?!"

When Wang Dazhuang saw that the fairy was so angry that he was going to ascend to heaven, he immediately felt distressed: "Okay, okay, it's my fault. From now on, I won't let others eat anything I make, but only you. Don't be angry, it hurts a lot. Your body is not good for your health, you have been seriously injured and your vitality has been damaged, although you have looked good in the past few years, you must take care of yourself..."

Yu Changqing watched Wang Dazhuang babbled with worry on his face, and promised not to give the food he made to others again. His anger was like a balloon that was punctured, and gradually deflated: "Hmph!"

Looking at his expression, Wang Dazhuang knew that the crisis was over, and he was relieved. He saw a fallen flower on Xianjun's shoulder, so he reached out and brushed it away with a smile.

Seeing his lack of temper, Yu Changqing became angry again: "I said, can you have a little temper? You always have a smiling face with everyone. If this continues, even the little disciples from the outer sect will dare to show you face." Yes! Do you understand that people are kind and bullied?!"

Wang Dazhuang raised his head blankly and said, "I've always been like this, it's my nature and I can't change it."

Yu Changqing's anger rose rapidly.

Wang Dazhuang continued: "Aren't there you? You treat me well, who dares to bully me?"

Yu Changqing's balloon burst again, a blush quickly appeared on his jade white face, he flicked his sleeves, and sat down angrily: "Who treats you well? Hmph!"

He saw Wang Dazhuang still smiling at him, his face became hotter, and he changed the subject uncomfortably: "What did you do for me?!"

Wang Dazhuang's head, dazzled by beauty, remembered the food he had forgotten. He slapped his forehead, screamed, and ran away.

Seeing him rushing out of the cave like the wind, Yu Changqing followed. Before he reached the kitchen, he heard Wang Dazhuang screaming: "My roast chicken! It's all mushy!"

Standing at the door of the kitchen, Yu Changqing stretched his neck to glance at the dark roasted spirit bird in Da Zhuang's hand, and said, "Is it burnt? Show me."

Wang Dazhuang came over with a roasted spirit bird and said, "It's all your fault, take a look!"

Yu Changqing took it and looked around, raised his hand to tear off the outermost scorched skin, gave him a look of "see what you're making a fuss about", and said, "Isn't this edible?"

Wang Dazhuang: "..."

He couldn't see his fairy making do with something that wasn't good enough to eat, so he stepped forward to grab it and said, "Don't eat this, I'll bake you another one, keep this for a while and I'll eat it."

Yu Changqing dodged his hand, rolled his eyes skillfully and said, "Who eats or not, what's the difference?"

He went to find a plate to put the unrecognizable roasted spirit bird on, took it to the stone table under the tree and sat down, tore off a hind leg and took a bite.

Seeing that he had already eaten, Wang Dazhuang hurriedly brought over the side dishes of cold salad, and said, "Come and eat some of this, this will dispel the fire."

Yu Changqing gave a hand to pick up the vegetables, raised his eyes and said, "Do you think I have a bad temper?"

Wang Dazhuang said with a smile: "How could it be? You are doing well, I'm just afraid that you will hurt your body with anger."

Yu Changqing: "...huh!"

Seeing Wang Dazhuang sitting down opposite him, he said, "Why don't you eat?"

Wang Dazhuang said: "I'm not hungry right now, I just want to make this for you - you are my obsession - tooth-beating ceremony, it's too hard for you to practice and practice sword every day."

Yu Changqing said: "Sword cultivation is boring, and it is the most difficult kind among all practitioners, but the strength of sword cultivation is obvious to all."

Wang Dazhuang nodded and said: "I understand, so I will make more delicious food for you."

Yu Changqing lowered his eyes, silently took a mouthful of the dish that was said to be very offensive, and said: "Don't waste your time on these trivial matters, how is your Qingshan vine training?"

Wang Dazhuang paused before saying, "It's okay."

He frowned, and said again: "Xianjun, you said that your natal flying swords look so powerful, look at your Feishuang, how fierce! Why does my natal flying sword not look like a sword at all? "