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Changxia followed the master to drink Bodhi leaf tea for half a month, until the group of people who had originally coveted the Bodhi tree suddenly disliked the old tree, and Xun Ansheng stopped.

When he said "I won't make tea today", Changxia and Xie Fengxue looked at each other and saw relief in each other's eyes.

When she sent these things to Shen Siyan as gossip, he was gloating over her misfortune.

"It's a pity that I'm not so lucky. I can't drink the tea made by the master himself. I can only eat some cakes from Qianxiangzhai every day to comfort myself."

Chang Xia said expressionlessly: "Your cakes are gone."

Contemplative words:

Chang Xia: "Qianxiangzhai is a subsidiary of Yunting Food for Heaven. I own 10% of all the assets of Food for Heaven. I can still have a say in asking them not to sell anything to a single person."

Contemplative words:

Chang Xia: "Who do you think promotes those fantastical byproducts of Yunting Food Cultivation?"

Shen Siyan: ...

"We've known each other for thousands of years, thousands of years, right? How do you have time for this?"

Because I was forced to do so.

Zangfeng Mountain doesn't have much assets, and she has senior brothers, junior brothers, and a master to support.

After she first learned about the "foods" that were accidentally created by Food for Heaven, her mind began to become active.

It can release poison and explode, and its strength is comparable to that of black iron. Apart from looking like food, it looks like a hidden weapon no matter how you look at it.

Since it's made from food anyway, it's reasonable to sell it as a weapon at a slightly higher price than food.

So she took the initiative to find Lao Zhou and asked him to be responsible for the sales route. Lao Zhou was having a headache about how to deal with these ingredients at the time. When he saw someone coming to take over, he was happy to give the deal to her.

The result is so reasonable that it becomes popular all over Cangxuan.

At the time of negotiation, the profit split was 50-50, but Yunting's food and weapons sold so well that the business became more and more important. It was not a good idea to leave it in the hands of outsiders. Food for Heaven used 10% of the profits from all its industries to take back this business and the remaining 50% of the profits.

Looking at the profit alone, Changxia suffered a small loss, but spirit stones were just a number in the end. Changxia didn't want to care about these trivial matters at the time, so he readily agreed.

Lao Zhou has always felt guilty towards Changxia because of this incident, so Changxia will be the first to have a portion of the new dishes at Shiweitian, and she doesn’t have to pay for ordering dishes at Shiweitian.

She briefly told Shen Siyan what had happened, and she was told to get lost.

Changxia: ...

Shen Siyan: So why do I always pay for meals?

Changxia: You bought it yourself.

Shen Siyan: I feel sorry for you sword cultivators who have no money!

Changxia: I never told you that I have no money. That’s just a stereotype.

Chen Siyan was currently sitting on the sycamore tree in front of the Human Emperor Palace, thinking with grief and indignation about why he had invited Changxia to dinner in the first place.

It seemed like the first time they had dinner together, Changxia picked up the sword and walked out of the store without looking back. He thought she was eating and dodging in broad daylight, so for the sake of Changxia's reputation, he hurriedly took out his wallet and paid the bill.

Now thinking back to the strange look in the waiter's eyes, he wasn't looking at Chang Xia who hadn't paid, he was clearly looking at me who had paid!

They are the same group.

Shen Siyan's expression changed again and again. He stared at Changxia's words on the kite and felt that he was the fool.

Before he could figure out how to reply, Changxia's message came again.

"My senior brother seems to be leaving."

She emphasized: "It's not about dying, it's about leaving."

This tone, this accent, this subtle resentment from the little girl...

Shen Siyan slowly sat up straight.

"so what"

"I can't keep him."

The next message popped up almost instantly.

"Even the honey trap didn't work this time, which shows how serious this matter is."

Shen Siyan: ...

He shouldn't have thought that Changxia still had any girlish feelings.

"How can you still use your own brother like this?"

"He's happy to."

Chang Xia said expressionlessly: "Anyway, I only told you, so you can handle it yourself."

She didn't send any more messages after she sent this one.

Shen Siyan sat in a tree, bored, flipping through kites. Actually, many people were looking for him. He came to the East Territory without a word. The Privy Council had a lot of things waiting for him to deal with, and he responded selectively.

As for Linjiang's curses, which accounted for the majority, Chen Siyan subconsciously ignored them.

When things were almost done, he stretched lazily.

It feels so comfortable, I can take a break from my busy life.

Just as he was wondering what food the kitchen would send tonight, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

It rains a lot in the East in April. If you are not careful, it will drizzle like fog. You may not notice it at first, but by the time you realize it, your clothes are already mostly wet.

Shen Siyan lifted his wet sleeve in disgust.

Ji Tinglan treated him very courteously, and the palace where he lived was naturally filled with dried and scented clothes for twelve hours.

He subconsciously thought, it doesn't matter if the clothes are wet, just change into another one.

Just after getting down from the tree, Shen Siyan suddenly stopped.

The fiery red spiritual power began to flow from the fingertips, and in just a moment, the clothes were dried.

The foggy rain curtain was also isolated by him by an inch.

He stared at his palm in a daze, thinking that he seemed to have really been assimilated by Yun Ting. He was clearly a cultivator with supreme supernatural powers.

Wind and rain have no effect on him, so why would he subconsciously use mortal methods to solve the problem?

He finally began to face himself - he seemed to really regard himself as an ordinary person.

This is not a good sign, at least for "him".

Chen Siyan suddenly remembered what Qian Xiangyi said when she named him.

Be cautious in your actions, think more, and speak less.

He is a monster in the crowd and must hide himself secretly.

Shen Siyan looked at the kite in his hand and laughed at himself.

What on earth is this doing.

He was not a good student, but a thousand years of living in a gentle environment had made him lazy.

From another perspective, Yunting is really a good place to raise people. Even a monster like him can develop some attachment to it.

It makes him confused and infatuated, makes him intoxicated, and makes him always think that he is no different from others.

He actually longed for the stability of a mortal.

Perhaps he really did achieve it at some point in the past thousand years, but that thing was as fragile as the rain curtain. However, a fire-based five-element technique that everyone in the world of immortal cultivation knows can keep it out.

The connection between him and Yun Ting was equally fragile.

Shen Siyan waved his hand, dispersing his spiritual power, and the drizzle fell on his hair and shoulders again.

He took out an old umbrella from his storage bag, opened it, and slowly walked into the rain.

He thought, at least at this moment, his peaceful life was still there.

Changxia stood on Xiaoling Mountain watching the rising red sun, while Xie Fengxue closed his eyes and took a nap beside the Bodhi tree.

The warm sunlight in Xiaoling Mountain washed away the dampness and coldness brought by the continuous rain in the past few days.

The kite in her hand still contained the page from her chat with Shen Siyan. She had wanted to send a message saying "get ready early", but decided against it in the end.

Too much is as bad as too little.

She was thinking about what to do next.

Zuo Qin has been avoiding her recently and hasn't responded to her kite messages much.

Master...

She originally thought that the master should know something, but after what happened with the Zen master, she felt that the master might just be a thug who thought he knew something.

If the master had known what the Zen master was planning, he would have stopped it.

Cang Xuan has not reached the point where he must kill the Zen Master.

Her master is truly a kind-hearted person who would rather sacrifice himself than let others die. He would only watch helplessly when he can't stop it.

When Changxia casually excluded Bie Jingchun from the plan, he suddenly thought with a strange look on his face that there was at least one thing Zuo Qin should let his master know - about when Bie Jingchun should go to die.

People like them who are upright are easily deceived by gentlemen.

Chang Xia frowned and wondered how Cang Xuan could have produced two freaks, Zuo Qin and Xie Fengxue.

Xie Fengxue and Zuo Qin seemed to be making a huge gunpowder barrel, and the whole Cang Xuan could see it when it exploded.

I just don't know when it will explode.

Since Zuo Qin had no other options, Chang Xia wanted to start with Xie Fengxue. Her tenderness was much more effective than any other tricks in dealing with him.

But Xie Fengxue didn't accept it.

In fact, she didn't finish what she said to Shen Siyan. She didn't feel that her senior brother was about to leave her, but Xie Fengxue had already walked away for a long way.

No evidence, no reason.

She just looked at her senior brother and felt that the scenery in his eyes was a thousand years away from hers.

Changxia fiddled with her fingers, on which a wisp of vitality was wrapped.

It doesn't matter if they don't tell her the truth, sometimes attitude itself is the answer.

The south has a lot of sea breeze, which is hot, humid, fishy and salty, and she doesn't like it.

It's time to go to the West.

——

Zhu Lingyao stood in front of the wooden house on the mountainside, holding a food box in one hand and clenching her fist with the other to cheer herself up.

"Zhu Lingyao, don't be afraid, Fifth Brother won't eat you."

After comforting herself for a while, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door, saying, "Fifth Brother, I'm here to bring you food."

This is the task arranged by Changxia.

Chu Xian often went into his forge and could not come out. It was common for him to forget to eat for several days and nights. Zhu Lingyao was almost the same. If Chang Xia had not forced her to go out for a walk sometimes, she could have cooked, sewn clothes and written storybooks in her little wooden house for the rest of her life.

Chang Xia had been agonizing for years about how to get her two junior brothers and sisters to see more sunlight and interact with others. Finally, an idea struck her, and she slapped her thigh and said, "Wouldn't it be better to just let them interact with each other more?"

Then she assigned Lingyao the task of delivering meals to Chu Xian.

In fact, coming to Chu Xian's place is quite familiar.

The young man in black clothes opened the door for her and then went back to squat by his stove. Lingyao took out the dishes from the lunch box one by one and set two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

"Fifth Brother"

Chu Xian slowly walked over after hearing her call.

Lingyao lowered her head and whispered, "I...I made a new dish today."

Chu Xian: "Just now you kept saying at the door, I won't eat you, that's why..."

Lingyao drooped her head even more fiercely. Fifth Senior Brother was the kind of person who hated accidents. He seemed to have devoted all his patience to refining equipment, so he disliked things that were out of his control.

She heard that when her senior sister went to Chi Zhouhai to kill monsters, her fifth senior brother ate a dish of cabbage and tofu for thirty years.

This time she made a new dish without permission...

Chu Xian sighed and softened his voice stiffly: "Lingyao, I hate accidents, but that doesn't mean I can't tell good from bad."

He has no experience in comforting girls. How did his senior sister comfort him when he was a child?

Chu Xian thought about it, reached out his hand, placed it on Zhu Lingyao's head, and rubbed it mechanically.

"You've done very well."

Zhu Lingyao's face instantly turned red. Just when Chu Xian thought his comfort was effective, he heard the girl's soft voice: "I...I spent half an hour combing my hair."

If you listen carefully, you can hear some grievance.

Chu Xian's back suddenly became stiff.