[Flower Thousand Bone Colleagues] Why can't you be idle?

While Yun Shuchen was talking to Yun Fuqu, Xia Zixun and Hua Qiangu had already started fighting for fragrance.

"This incense is called the Three Lives of the Buddha."

Knowing how powerful incense is, Yun Shuchen had already closed his sense of smell long ago, and looked at the various expressions of the immortals at the banquet with indifference, but his apprentice Yun Fuqu who was beside him couldn't bear it because he smelled the incense. Live in tears.

The past and the present intersect and overlap, all of which are still vivid in my mind, but when I suddenly look back, I find that they have drifted away without knowing it.

For a time, a hundred years of life was like a dream and an illusion, and it really made people unable to tell which was true and which was false.

Yun Shuchen looked coldly at the chaotic scene of people crying and laughing in the hall, then glanced at his apprentice Yun Fuqu who was crying uncontrollably, and sighed softly, almost inaudibly:

"It won't be so uncomfortable if you close your sense of smell."

While wiping away her tears, Yun Fuqu sobbed stubbornly and said, "Tuer doesn't."

"Why bother?" After saying that, Yun Shuchen picked up the wine cup in front of him, and slowly drank a cup of Wangyou wine.

Although the current Hua Qiangu is drunk and hazy, but looking at her expression seems to be quite confident, I only heard her break it down like this:

"Two taels of white sandalwood, four taels of lily-of-the-valley, one tael each of frankincense, agarwood, ageratum, and golden charm incense, and then grind green reeds for half a qian, spin them into incense, stir them well, and then add tea powder and fairy peony One qian each, add raw honey and mix well, then inject rose water, wrap tightly with gold leaf and put it in a porcelain box, boil the heavy soup for about ten rolls, then seal it in the altar, it should be seven days, right? "

"Exactly." After a short pause, Xia Zixun gently raised her affectionate eyes, and glanced at the cold and still Bai Zihua with anger and resentment, her expression was complicated and difficult to discern. "Zihua, the good disciples you have taught have not disgraced you."

Bai Zihua drooped his eyelashes slightly, turning a deaf ear to it, and remained silent.

After a while, Xia Zixun gracefully took out the second sachet from the cauldron.

"This fragrance is called Tea Mi Xunfeng, the fragrance produces wind, and the wind also wafts fragrance."

As soon as everyone heard the fragrance, their joy was beyond words.

Even Yun Fuqu, who had been crying so much that pear blossoms were raining just now, burst into laughter immediately, and Yun Shuchen couldn't help stretching out his hand to gently pat Yun Fuqu on the head.

Hua Qiangu smiled brightly, and slowly disassembled it: "In the 24 solar terms, there are 24 kinds of flowers respectively. When they are in prosperity and decline, all 24 kinds of flowers at this time are collected to make essences, and add agarwood fragrance five Qian, Fu Lengxiang, Xunluxiang, Qingmuxiang, and Gansongxiang are mixed in half, ground into powder, soaked in wine, stored in porcelain jars, sealed with wax, and buried deep under the wintersweet tree. Can be taken out."

At the end, Hua Qiangu said again: "Shangxian Zixun, I really like this fragrance!"

As soon as the words fell, Yun Shuchen and Yun Fuqu couldn't help but look at each other, and they both understood the speechless emotion in each other's eyes.

Yun Fuqu said again in a low voice: "Master, this uncle, this apprentice... is really sincere!"

Yun Shuchen fixed his eyes and replied solemnly: "Honesty is a virtue that neither you nor I can learn."

Yun Fuqu: "..."

Master, what you said is very reasonable, but the disciple is speechless.

Xia Zixun was furious in her heart, looked at Bai Zihua again, and said in a deep voice, "Zihua, your disciples are really meticulous!"

There was another pause in the voice, and Xia Zixun continued: "I added Shenshuixiang by myself, and the wintersweet tree was planted by you back then. She said that the score is not bad."

Bai Zihua continued to lower his eyebrows and lower his eyes, and kept to himself without saying a word.

Full of doubts and curiosity, Yun Fuju approached Yun Shuchen quietly, and asked softly, "Master, why does this apprentice feel that Zi Xun Shangxian's tone of voice to Master Master is... there is something that I can't describe. Awkward and strange?"

Yun Shuchen's brows twitched slightly, and his heart suddenly felt a pain, but he said calmly as usual: "I can't get what I want, so I have resentment."

Yun Fuqu was stunned for a moment, and then realized what Yun Shuchen meant.

"It turned out that Luohua intended to be ruthless."

Accidentally listening to Bai Zihua in the corner, he couldn't help but look dumb. This apprentice and grandson dared to discuss his personal affairs here, which made him start to reflect involuntarily. Did he fail as a teacher?

At this moment, Xia Zixun, who was getting more and more angry, took out the third sachet from the ruins cauldron.

"The name of this incense is 姽竹炎诔, and there are thousands of emotions, which change when encountering life."

"Wounded people smell good, but uninjured people smell bad."

"Can you figure it out?"

As soon as the incense came out, there was a sudden cry in the hall.

Yun Shuchen was all glad that she had closed her sense of smell long ago, but the stubborn Yun Fuqu cried again, but this time she cried even more heartbroken, calling the city lord over and over again in a low voice like weeping. , Yun Shuchen felt sore in his heart when he heard it.

"Fu Que is obedient and closes her sense of smell."

Upon hearing what Yun Shuchen said, Yun Fuqu understood very well that no matter how stubborn she was, she knew that the pain was enough to make her die again, so she obediently closed her sense of smell and became quiet and lethargic.

Yun Shuchen frowned lightly, his expression was filled with a touch of worry, he raised his hand and stroked Yun Fuqu's head to express comfort, but he never noticed that Bai Zihua, who was sitting next to him, was staring at her in a daze .

Bai Zihua couldn't believe that he felt heartache because of thinking about his apprentice Yun Shuchen. He seemed...it seemed that he was thinking about Yun Shuchen that he shouldn't have...

If he hadn't thought about what he shouldn't have about Yun Shuchen, why would he feel joy and sadness in his heart because of Yun Shuchen's frowns and smiles in his mind when he smelled the smell? Besides, there was also a kind of pain like being choked by someone's throat tightly?

At the same time, the pain not only made him break out in cold sweat, but also made his hands hidden in the sleeves tremble continuously.

At the moment when she smelled the hurt of the girl, Hua Qiangu was awake for a quarter of an hour. She was awakened by the pain because she thought of Bai Zihua's handsome appearance. With a strong face and a smile, he dismantled the ingredients and preparation method of this fragrance.

"There are a hundred kinds of fragrant flowers, a hundred kinds of herbs, and a hundred kinds of fragrant woods in it. They are mixed with Wangyou wine, and then they are fired with Samadhi real fire for half a year. Then they are placed in the bitter cold place in the extreme north to extract essential oil, and then use this essential oil every day. Water the yin hua, wait until the flowers bloom, and then take out the first drop of dew between the flowers, it will be the smell of the yin."

"You're right..." Xia Zixun narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, her expression was incomprehensible, and said, "It's just that there's something missing."

Hua Qiangu scratched her head, thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "I see!"

"It's no wonder that this fragrance smells sad to everyone. The missing smell is the tears that Zixun Shangxian shed when the moon was full."

"That's right." Xia Zixun looked at Hua Qiangu in amazement, with a hint of unwillingness in her eyes, she never thought that Hua Qiangu's talent was so good.

Most of the people in the hall couldn't help applauding Hua Qiangu's outstanding performance, only a few such as Wen Fengyu who was silently feeling dark in his heart, Yun Shuchen was busy comforting Yun Fuqu who had not yet recovered from his mood, and the famous Changliu Shangxian Baizihua Then he cast aside in his heart that he would have such nasty thoughts about Yun Shuchen.

"It's your turn." Xia Zixun stared fixedly at Hua Qiangu who was still drunk, the intricate and intricate emotions in her eyes made it difficult to discern. "Let's ask questions."

Hua Qiangu was stunned for a while, and after she realized it, she took out the first sachet from the cauldron.

Then, Xia Zixun slightly parted her red lips, and said with confidence in her chest:

"One tael of pomelo peel, two qian of orange slices, peach slices, and jujube slices, five qian each of white aconite and Maoxiang, each of Zhuyeqing, West Lake Longjing, Biluochun, Mengding tea, Junshan silver needle, Guzhu purple bamboo shoots, and Putuo Buddha tea. Half qian, then grind them together into coarse grains, hang them in the scorpion with a silk bag, inject ice lotus dew, soak for one night, simmer for 49 days, then wash with Sanshengchi water, pour into tea oil, Cover it layer by layer with peach blossom petals, seal it for a hundred days, and then...then..."

Among them is Yixiang, which is so familiar and so strange that Xia Zixun can't think of it, let alone say it.

After thinking over and over for a long time, Xia Zixun still couldn't figure out what the last two fragrances were, so she asked Hua Qiangu for an answer.

"Tell me, what are the other two flavors?"

"Zi Xun Shangxian..."

"Tell me, I admit defeat."

Hearing that Xia Zixun was about to admit defeat, Hua Qiangu panicked and said hastily:

"Shangxian Zixun, you don't have to admit defeat..."

"You must have never smelled the remaining two ingredients. If you don't know it, you don't know it. This is very common."

When Yun Shuchen was frowning at Hua Qiangu's words, Yun Fuqu said in a muffled voice: "Master, my uncle's honesty really makes this disciple ashamed..."

"Fuqu, be cautious in your words and deeds." A smile flashed across Yun Shuchen's eyes, but he still taught the lesson seriously.

"Apprentice obeys." Yun Fuqu could only continue to grieve silently, who told Master not to let her properly comment (spit) on (groove) this honest and upright uncle...

"What a ignorant person who doesn't know!" Hearing this, Xia Zixun became more and more sullen, and at the same time, her heart became more and more unwilling. "Tell me quickly, what are the remaining two flavors?"

"One is the strange fragrance from my body, and the other is the fragrance from Master's pillow." Hua Qiangu still had a naive expression on her face, completely unaware of what she had inadvertently said wrong.

As soon as the words were finished, Dongfang Yuqing, Xia Zixun, Yun Shuchen and Yun Fuqu were all astonished, let alone Bai Zihua who was the person involved.

"Your master's pillow incense?" Xia Zixun's eyes were slightly red, she thought that Yun Shuchen's existence had already made her jealous, but this seemingly innocent Hua Qiangu was not a worry-free master. It's fine if you have a great talent for blending and refining incense, but you can also refine such incense to scare yourself, so that you can't help being jealous of her...

Hua Qiangu nodded cutely, and said with a coquettish smile: "That's right, make incense and wrap it into sachets, then put the sachets into Master's pillows, and put them for a hundred days before taking them out!"

Bai Zihua stood up hastily, and said calmly, "Qiangu, you should thank Shangxian Zixun for his mercy."

"Yes, Master."

Hua Qiangu bowed to Xia Zixun and said, "Shang Zixun, Qiangu is rude."

At this moment, Xia Zixun narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, but couldn't hide the anger and fierceness in her eyes, and said to Hua Qiangu through voice transmission in secret words: "Hua Qiangu, my sister's hurt is love." Hurt, you can actually smell it, which means you are emotional, and you dare to touch your master—”

"You are simply rebellious and unforgivable!"

After finishing speaking, Xia Zixun drifted away, while Hua Qiangu froze in place with a shocked expression.

Yun Shuchen stared at Hua Qiangu expressionlessly. According to the "Secret Records of Perfume" handed down by Xia Zixun, this smell is related to emotional pain, and Hua Qiangu can actually smell it. The smell of slander just shows that Hua Qiangu is already in love.

However, this Hua Qiangu actually dared to use Bai Zihua's pillow incense and the strange fragrance from her own body to refine incense. What kind of thoughts she was hiding and who she was attracted to were already clear at a glance.

Thinking about it, Xia Zixun pierced Hua Qiangu's thoughts just now, which made Hua Qiangu stunned in place for a long time, unable to recover.

Yun Shuchen slowly closed his eyes, trying his best to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

If Bai Zihua and Hua Qiangu were not doomed to have a sinful relationship in the dark, if Yun Shuchen, who became Bai Zihua's apprentice, was neither able nor able to intervene in this unfathomable relationship, she would definitely not be as she is now , desperately suppressing the urge to kill Hua Qiangu.

The man Yun Shuchen likes will never allow others to covet him!

The author has something to say: This chapter is Yun Shuchen's turn to be jealous~(￣▽￣～)(～￣▽￣)～