[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Destiny Green Book

Song Qingshu didn't really understand why Ye Gucheng laughed all of a sudden.

but……

Since he smiled, it means that he should be satisfied with the gift, right?

So it's not in vain for the effort I spent before.

The expression on his face softened unconsciously, Song Qingshu nodded and said:

"Of course it's for Ah Cheng."

Ye Gucheng laughed again.

"Only this one?" He raised his eyebrows, "Qing Shu is too stingy."

Song Qingshu glanced at him lightly, and said: "This thing should not be used more than once."

Although this spirit peach is not a panacea for Ye Gucheng, eating it can greatly increase his skill and improve his cultivation, but after some preparation by Song Qingshu, it has some magical effects, and it really helps Ye Gucheng practice.

But because of this, the dosage should be strictly controlled. In the initial stage, one tablet a day is better. If there is more, Ye Gucheng cannot absorb all the spiritual energy contained in the peach, and it is very likely to go too far and damage the body.

Song Qingshu would not explain these words to Ye Gucheng too much, because he knew that as long as there was the sentence just now, it was enough for Ye Gucheng.

Sure enough, the latter only chuckled when he heard the words, but didn't say anything else.

only……

Ye Gucheng took the spirit peach out of the jade box.

At the beginning of the Ming and Ming Dynasties, the tentacles were cold, as if they had just been taken out of the ice cellar. However, almost the moment Ye Gucheng held it in his hands, a layer of white mist suddenly escaped from the surface of the spirit peach, and then, a faint The sweet fragrance permeated his body, and the spirit peach in his hand also faded from the chill in an instant, ready to be eaten at any time...

Ye Gucheng didn't hesitate, and even took a few mouthfuls of the Lingtao into his belly.

And as soon as the peach meat was sucked into the mouth, it seemed to turn into a pool of warm peach juice, flowing along the esophagus and entering the body, as if it penetrated into the limbs and bones in an instant, blended into the meridians of the whole body, and connected with the body The spiritual power that was originally running naturally intertwined with each other and quickly merged together.

Ye Gucheng's eyes were slightly closed, unconsciously urging his spiritual power to circulate throughout his body.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the sky had already darkened, and at this moment he was sitting cross-legged on a thick and soft blanket, with a cluster of burning bonfires around him, and a stream flowing not far away The sound of gurgling water, two green horses were tied to the opposite bank of the stream, and they were quietly gnawing on the two piles of horse grass piled up in front of them...

The slight restlessness caused by the surge of spiritual power in Ye Gucheng's heart was immediately swept away.

He looked upstream along the direction of the stream, and sure enough, not far from the two green horses, he found Song Qingshu's figure.

Song Qingshu stood by the stream, staring at the water without blinking.

After a while, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed. The next moment, he saw a small fish the size of a palm was captured by the wind of the finger, jumped out of the water, and was then swept by Song Qingshu into the fish basket at his feet.

Ye Gucheng looked intently, and saw that the fish basket was now more than half full, most of them were small silver fish the size of a palm, but there were also two or three large fish with half an arm's length in the middle, which can be said to be a good harvest .

Just at this moment, Song Qingshu turned around and met Ye Gucheng's eyes unexpectedly in mid-air...

There was no surprise on Song Qingshu's face.

"You're awake." He said, "How about eating this fish soup and grilling fish for dinner?"

Ye Gucheng: "..."

as long as you are happy.

But seeing him wake up, shouldn't the first thing be to ask how the spirit peach works and how much his energy has increased after eating it?

Come up and discuss the content of dinner...

It's really like what Qing Shu would do.

Ye Gucheng couldn't help laughing out loud.

"...?"

Song Qingshu looked puzzled.

I heard that you are so happy to eat fish for dinner?

Back then on Feixian Island, because it was an island, almost all the three meals a day in the city lord's mansion were served with valuable and delicious fresh seafood.

But at that time, Ye Gucheng never saw Ye Gucheng in such a good mood.

So as expected, his cultivation has improved, are he happy?

Song Qingshu was only slightly confused, and then put this irrelevant question aside.

Skillfully building a fire, setting up a soup pot, taking care of the small whitebait and various side dishes needed for cooking the soup, and slowly simmering the fish soup, Song Qingshu turned to deal with the three halves who were regarded as the protagonists of the dinner Large fish with short arms.

Ye Gucheng watched with relish.

"There are obviously more convenient cooking utensils in the Qingshu bracelet, why use such crude methods to cook this fish soup and grilled fish?"

Leaning closer and sitting around the fire with Song Qingshu, Ye Gucheng said curiously.

Song Qingshu's subordinates kept cooking the big fish.

"No matter how perfectly refined utensils are, dead things are still dead things after all," he said, "My master once said that cooking and cooking requires people first before cooking food. If you only rely on utensils, If you can achieve the delicacy in the world, there will not be so many monks who enter the Tao through food."

Ye Gucheng laughed dumbfounded.

Song Qingshu seemed a little disapproving when he saw him, but he wasn't bothered.

As a matter of fact, since he could remember, his master cooked and ate food without permission, burned down the sword peak, hunted and killed the rare animals raised by the head master in the back mountain without permission, burned countless rare woods, and the recipes were so strange that the meridians were damaged...

For the word "eat", countless accidents have occurred.

However, neither Patriarch Xuanling himself nor Venerable Qingshu, who is his most beloved little disciple, think there is any problem with this.

Just as the ancestor Xuanling taught Song Qingshu since he was a child, since cultivators pay attention to obeying their original intentions, the word eating has been the first nature of human beings since birth. If this is the case, why not go all out for eating? ?

"Qingshu, you have to remember. Our purpose is not to 'eat', but to satisfy ourselves and obey our own wishes. So don't worry about what your senior brother is talking about, go down the mountain with our teacher! A few days ago, a new restaurant opened in Dingzhou. The spirit snake stew is the only one I have ever seen in my life! After eating it once, I thought I would let you try it. But that traitor Yun Lan! You are not allowed to disturb your teacher in retreat! It is simply unreasonable! Hurry up, hurry up, before that kid finds out, let me go with my teacher! Let me tell you..."

It seemed that Master's past whispers echoed vaguely in his ears.

Song Qingshu was about to listen more carefully, but was suddenly patted on the shoulder!

His eyes were instantly clear, and he turned his head to look beside him, and saw Ye Gucheng holding a bunch of grilled fish, looking at him helplessly...

"Qing Shu, why are you thinking so engrossed?"

Didn't even notice that the fish was almost burnt?

If it wasn't for his sharp eyesight and quick hands to rescue the fish, one can imagine how disappointed Zhiqing Shu would be if he really overcooked the fish.

Song Qingshu took a bunch of grilled fish from Ye Gucheng, and his face was a bit inexplicable for a moment.

Ye Gucheng saw that he seemed to have something on his mind. Although he was a little worried, he didn't ask any more questions.

The two of them ate grilled fish quietly, and each of them ate the whole pot of fish soup one by one. Just when Ye Gucheng thought that this night would pass by pretending to be peaceful, the two of them would practice separately all night, one night There was nothing to say until dawn, but Song Qingshu suddenly said:

"I'm thinking of my master."

Ye Gucheng: "...um."

And slow!

What I want to say is not this sentence!

However, without giving him a chance to make amends, Song Qingshu quickly said:

"And senior brother."

"There are also senior uncles and uncles in the sect, senior brothers and juniors on Broken Sword Peak, the head of the sect who is always so angry that the master pulls out his beard, and the elders who want to blow their beards and stare at each other when they disagree with each other... "

"..." Ye Gucheng's expression gradually softened.

Song Qingshu's eyes were fixed on the dancing flames, but his mouth was describing the sect he belonged to in another world word by word.

Following his words, Ye Gucheng felt as if a gate was slowly being pushed open in front of him. At the other end of the gate, there was a huge mountain gate surrounded by fairy mist, the disciples in the gate who came and went in a hurry, and the sword walking with the sword. Cultivating the same way, the kind and gentle elders with smiles on their faces, the spiritual birds and rare animals dotted around the back mountain, and the smoke from cooking them...

……cough!

The last one doesn't count.

In short, it seems that a huge picture scroll is slowly unfolding before Ye Gucheng's eyes following Song Qingshu's narration, describing another world that he has never heard of or seen.

At the same time, he also saw a Song Qingshu who was more real than what he knew and understood, and more... with different aspects beyond imagination.

It turned out that he was not as calm and calm as he appeared on the surface.

It turned out that he was actually so anxious and eager to return to his heart.

However, he is calm in nature and very rational, and he knows that the way of practice should not be impetuous and greedy.

Therefore, no matter how anxious I was, I buried it silently deep in my heart, practiced step by step, and never rushed for a while...

It has been this way for years.

Alone, move forward silently.

Ye Gucheng felt a slight itching in his heart, and with Song Qingshu's seemingly flat tone, it slowly turned into dense soreness and pain.

He was always curious about what the real Song Qingshu was like.

Now that the tip of the iceberg has been uncovered again, he would rather he never knew.

Fortunately, Qing Shu is no longer alone.

"When I succeed in cultivation, if Qingshu is willing, can you take me there with you?"

Ye Gucheng asked with a light smile.

They never talked about this topic, and Song Qingshu only taught Ye Gucheng the way of sword cultivation, but never mentioned whether he would bring Ye Gucheng with him if he wanted to return to the original world one day.

I don't know if he never thought of bringing Ye Gucheng with him, or he wanted to leave the right of choice to Ye Gucheng himself.

But now this is no longer important.

Song Qingshu turned his head and looked straight into Ye Gucheng's eyes.

Those eyes that he could not see to the end at a glance, seemed to always be filled with incomprehensible emotions, but now there is only gentleness and sincerity.

Song Qingshu smiled slowly.