Chapter 67: Roasted Rabbit Tongtian Sect Master is a very...

Tongtian Sect Master is a very knowledgeable person. He knows that they have not seen each other for many days and must have a lot of personal matters to talk about.

He tasted all the dishes at an unprecedented speed, then got up and said goodbye, making an excuse that he had to focus on training a few new people.

Hua Jing Yuanjun felt that she had not treated him well today and felt a little guilty.

But just as the leader expected, Fu Li has become increasingly busy in recent years, and the time for the master and disciple to sit down and talk has become less and less.

She must repay Master Yuwei's guidance, but she cherishes the time she spends alone with her disciple even more.

She could only send the man out with an apologetic look on her face, repeatedly expressing her shame, and made an agreement with him to prepare new dishes and entertain him again tomorrow.

Tongtian Sect Master didn't even turn his head, waved his hand with his back to the crowd, and left in a leisurely manner with his sword on his back.

Fu Li was about to tell him that Master Duobao had accepted a new disciple. But then she thought, since Kong Xuan was away, she had already gone to find a master for her. It would be better to wait until someone returned and then bring Kong Xuan to meet him directly.

After all, if nothing unexpected happened, this pair of master and disciple would be working together in Mount Emei for a long time. They'd meet each other every day, and Kong Xuan had attended sermons on Jin'ao Island many times, so he must have seen the master before.

If I don't tell him in advance, what if he doesn't catch on and reveals the leader's true identity in front of everyone, which would affect the leader's mood.

So, let her, as the host, make the introduction first.

As soon as Tongtian Patriarch left, the atmosphere relaxed considerably. Fu Li sat down next to her master and began to flirt with Yuanjun affectionately, asking him to pick her favorite dishes.

The little demon sent out to look for grain seeds, no one knows which one it was, brought back a plant of the Solanaceae family. The fruit it produced was very similar to eggplant, but the size was very small, only slightly larger than a baby's fist.

I broke open the lily and tasted it. It was non-toxic, with a slightly bitter taste, but it did not affect its edibility.

She immediately thought of roasted eggplant and briefly explained the recipe to Hua Jing Yuanjun. Yuanjun only tried it two or three times before helping her replicate it.

However, this kind of eggplant has a slightly bitter taste and lacks the flavor of green peppers. Compared with the ones she had eaten in her previous life, the taste is still a little worse.

But compared to the food of this era, it is a peerless delicacy.

Fu Li, who had been devastated by the food of this era for many years, immediately fell in love with roasted eggplant again.

Isn’t it also a kind of true love to fall in love with the same dish repeatedly in different eras?

Hua Jing Yuanjun used a jade spoon to scoop a piece for her and brought it directly to her mouth, saying lovingly, "This is specially made for you, eat it quickly." She also took the time to greet Ling Zhuzi, "Ling Zhuzi, you eat too. That plate of pickled bamboo shoots and diced chicken was made especially for you. You ate the most last time."

When Lingzhuzi was with her, he was no longer as reserved as he was at the beginning. He just smiled and thanked her, then watched with a smile as Fuli clung to Yuanjun.

"Master, you have some too. Do you have bamboo shoots in these white jade meatballs? They have a crunchy texture and are better than the original. Please try it."

Yuanjun followed her lead and ate one, smiling as she said, "Didn't you say it was too soft last time? This time I tried adding some diced bamboo shoots and dried radish, and it's indeed much tastier than before."

The family enjoyed their meal happily, and Hua Jing Yuanjun did not ask her about what was happening outside. She knew that her disciple was very busy, and she just wanted to let her disciple relax at this time.

Fu Li and Ling Zhuzi also tacitly agreed not to mention it, and only picked out some interesting things to make Yuanjun happy.

For example, the childish fights between Zhao Gongming and Taiyi Zhenren, or the discovery of some rare treasure. Then, there's the question of what new species Yuanjun has cultivated, and what new dishes he's inspired...

These were Hua Jing's strengths, her pride. Whenever she spoke of them, she would glow, needing no praise from others, and she felt she had never been so high and spirited.

Fu Li knew best how to tickle her itch, and could always be the most suitable supporting role, making an exclamation at just the right moment, or asking a question or two about something that might confuse her.

At these times, Hua Jing would lovingly explain his practical experience to her. Over time, Fuli, who had little experience in farming, unexpectedly learned a wealth of planting, grafting, seedling selection, and seedling cultivation techniques that were most suitable for the current era, demonstrating the depth of Yuanjun's research in this area.

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It was not until it was getting dark that Fu Li and Ling Zhuzi said goodbye and walked hand in hand along the mountain road in the forest with a breeze and green grass, looking up at the sky decorated with colorful clouds. Even though no one spoke, they did not feel awkward or bored.

They tacitly agreed not to use any escape techniques, but instead climbed up the mountain path slowly, shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, and with their steps in sync.

By chance, a gray rabbit jumped out, bumped into Lingzhuzi's leg stupidly, and fell down.

The rabbit flapped its legs and struggled for a long time. It shook its ears and shook off the dust on its head. It looked blankly at the familiar path with clear stupidity in its eyes.

Fu Li chuckled and leaned into Ling Zhuzi's arms, not forgetting to give him a thumbs-up and praise him, "Your cultivation is improving. Your aura is blending with the heaven and earth. Even a creature as sensitive as a rabbit couldn't detect you."

Lingzhuzi also sneered and cursed silently: "What a silly rabbit!"

The rabbit was indeed not very smart. It had clearly seen two living people standing there, and its rabbit eyes were scanning back and forth over them, but it didn't even know how to run.

Lingzhuzi couldn't stand it anymore and shouted "Huh" at it, which scared it so much that it turned around instantly and ran away in a panic.

Fu Li teased, "Look at you, you're so fierce that you even scared the rabbit away."

Ling Zhuzi put his arm around her slender waist and made an irrelevant promise: "If we meet again next time, I'll catch her and grill her for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a muffled "bang".

The two turned around in shock and saw that the silly rabbit had suddenly bumped into a tree stump more than three feet high in a panic, with its four legs stretched out, and it was unclear whether it was dead or unconscious.

Fu Li: "This..."

Ling Zhuzi was more decisive. He strode forward, grabbed the rabbit by the ears, and lifted it up. He weighed it and said with a smile, "What a fat rabbit!"

It would be a waste not to eat the midnight snack that is delivered to your door.

The two men ran up the mountain with the rabbit and stopped the fortune-bringing boy they met on the way. After finding out that Zhao Gongming was not busy at the moment, they called him out as well.

The three of them enjoyed the evening breeze and the sunset, skinned and washed the rabbit, and then lit a bonfire to roast the rabbit for fun.

Zhao Gongming recalled, "The last time I did this, I was still learning my craft in Kunlun Mountain."

The bonfire crackled, and the orange-yellow flames reflected on Zhao Gongming's face, as if covered with a layer of soft light. Fu Li actually saw a hint of sadness in his nostalgia.

So she deliberately interrupted, holding her cheek with her bare hands, and asked curiously, "Are the rabbits from Kunlun Mountain tastier?"

"That's strange. Your master taught me culinary skills mostly for you, and I'm not one to indulge in gluttony, so how could I have taught you to be obsessed with delicious food?" Zhao Gongming was amused and somewhat helpless. But after being interrupted by his apprentice, he really couldn't care less about his sadness.

Fu Li said confidently, "Food is the most important thing for the people. I am destined to be a woman who benefits the people of the world, so of course I have to pay attention to their livelihood."

"What a great ambition!" Zhao Gongming clapped his hands and praised her, not thinking she was being arrogant at all.

Lingzhuzi flipped the rabbit on the fire and said, "No matter what you want to do, I support you."

His expression was indifferent, but his tone was extremely firm, and every word he said to Fu Li was a vow of love.

Zhao Gongming was very pleased with this, but he also felt that he was stealing his limelight, so he deliberately found fault: "Hey, hey, put honey on it quickly, otherwise it will burn."

Lingzhuzi raised her eyelids and glanced at him, then picked up a small brush, dipped it in the honey in the jar, and evenly applied it on the rabbit meat that was covered with knife marks.

Although rabbit meat is low in fat, it is not completely devoid of fat. With the addition of honey, the aroma of the fat is fully stimulated, blending into a sweet and mellow aroma that makes you salivate.

When Fu Li smelled the aroma, she knew it was almost cooked, so she quickly picked up the barbecue ingredients that Hua Jing Yuanjun had personally prepared and sprinkled them on the Lingzhu as it was turning.

She continued to ask, "Teacher, are the rabbits from Kunlun Mountain tastier?"

Zhao Gongming said, "Even if it tastes better, would you dare to catch it?"

I remember that when this group of disciples had just started, they had not yet reached the level of fasting. They meditated in the morning and practiced martial arts in the afternoon. It was a time of pure hunger.

In order to appease their stomachs, after nightfall they would cover each other and hunt a few rabbits or a couple of musk deer. The dog would then timidly run to a remote place in the back hills to roast and eat them.

At that time, I was ignorant and thought that I was acting secretly and that my elders were unaware of it.

Until one day, Qingxu and Daoxing set their sights on the cranes raised by Senior Brother Nanji. Yuanshi Tianzun, who had turned a blind eye to Taiqing and Shangqing, finally couldn't help it. He called them over and scolded them severely for fifty years.

During this period, let alone eating rabbits or musk deer, the only thing that maintained their vital signs was the golden flowers that Tianzun condensed with his own spiritual power and sprinkled on them while scolding them.

The good news is that fifty years later, the cultivation of the group of people has improved and they have successfully reached the level of fasting.

The bad news is that for many years after that, Zhao Gongming and others were traumatized by barbecue, and no one mentioned eating barbecue again.

If his disciple had not invited him out for a barbecue today, Zhao Gongming himself would not have known that the psychological trauma he once had faded with time, and was replaced by nostalgia for the time when he and his fellow disciples gathered together, played around with each other and protected each other.

Although they all understood that the Three Pure Ones had different philosophies and that separation was inevitable sooner or later.

But the teachers really separated, and their fellow disciples who had listened to teachings, practiced martial arts, and played together couldn't help feeling sad.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, you can eat now." Fu Li's cheerful voice rang out.

The next moment, Zhao Gongming felt his hand getting hot, and when he looked down, he saw his disciple had stuffed a rabbit leg into his hand.

Seeing that he was a little dazed, Fu Li urged him, "Teacher, eat quickly. Roasted rabbit meat should be eaten while it's hot. If it gets cold, it will not only become hard, but the aroma will also disappear."

He lowered his head and took a bite. Though the meat was coarse, the flavor was extremely rich. It was clear that more spices had been used than before, but for some reason, it didn't taste as good as it did back then, when it was made without oil or sauce.

Maybe, it’s because my mood is different.