early morning.

Hua Ying stood outside the Taoist temple.

Seven days have passed without any movement, and I don't know if Master will come to Longhu Temple.

She held a broom and looked at the vast sea of ​​clouds.

The old Taoist robe could not conceal Hua Ying's noble temperament; the peach blossom in her hair was still vibrant.

Qin Luo looked at Hua Ying's pretty face, her eyebrows like a crescent moon, her eyes like stars, her skin like white jade, and her lips like vermilion.

Hua Ying turned around and saw Qin Luo standing close by. Startled, she took a half-step back, her heart pounding. "When did you get here? What are you staring at me for?"

"Just arrived."

"Because you're good-looking."

Qin Luo held a bamboo flute in his hand.

Hua Ying held the broom, lowered her proud head, her cheeks flushed, and thought to herself that he must like her.

"What are you laughing at? Have you finished sweeping the floor?"

Qin Luo reminded him.

Hua Ying snapped out of her daze and glared at Qin Luo with her beautiful eyes. This young Taoist clearly likes me, so why is he treating me like this? Does he want me to beg for mercy? Don't even think about it!

"snort!"

Hua Ying snorted coldly.

She picked up the broom and continued sweeping.

Qin Luo looked at the rolling white clouds, picked up his bamboo flute and began to play. The cheerful flute music echoed through the mountains.

Hearing the flute music, Hua Ying's mood brightened. She turned to look at Qin Luo, whose long hair flowed freely, his Taoist robe billowed, and his otherworldly demeanor made him seem like a banished immortal.

Could he be my destined partner?

"Senior brother, senior brother."

The crisp sound came from afar.

Zi Yue, dressed in a loose blue Taoist robe, flashed by. Hua Ying heard her call him "Senior Brother" dozens of times every day, and she was tired of it. She didn't know how Qin Luo could stand it.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Luo put away the bamboo flute.

“Senior brother, the mutton soup vendor has recently set up a stall at the market at the foot of the mountain. Let’s go have some mutton soup!” Zi Yue looked at Qin Luo and blinked her bright eyes.

After eating grilled fish last time, Zi Yue hadn't eaten meat for a long time. Seeing her junior sister's expectant eyes, Qin Luo smiled and nodded, "Okay, junior brother, aren't you going?"

"My junior brother said he doesn't eat mutton."

"Let's go then."

"Yay!"

Ziyue smiled sweetly.

"I want to drink it too."

Hua Ying gazed at them.

Qin Luo looked at his junior sister, Zi Yue, who took out a heavy money bag and said, "Okay, I'll treat you to mutton soup."

Hua Ying was somewhat surprised, not expecting it was Zi Yue who was in charge of the money. "Thank you, little fairy!"

"You're welcome!"

Ziyue ran through the mountains, brandishing her peach wood sword and humming a song all the way, she was incredibly happy.

At the foot of Luoxia Peak.

It's still early, and the market is quite deserted. The stall owners arrived first. Zhao Qing'er's porridge shop has a stove where people warm themselves, and children are drinking porridge.

When Zhao Qing'er saw Qin Luo, she came out to greet him with a smile, "Immortal Master, how has Immortal Master Zhang been lately? I haven't seen him come for porridge in a long time."

Qin Luo then realized that he hadn't seen his master in a long time. "Thank you for your concern, Miss Zhao. Master should be in seclusion!"

"The children love listening to Master Zhang tell stories of going to heaven and earth, and they even ask me when he will come down from the mountain?"

"I will tell my master about this when I return to the Taoist temple."

"Thank you, Immortal Master."

Qin Luo smiled and nodded.

Hua Ying watched Qin Luo and Zhao Qing'er chatting and felt that the cultivators of Longhu Temple were very close to the common people.

Ziyue ran to the very back of the market and stood in front of the mutton soup stall. "Sister, do you want some scallions?"

"don't want."

Hua Ying gently shook her head.

Zi Yue looked at the middle-aged vendor and said loudly, "Uncle, give me three bowls of mutton soup, one without scallions."

"Alright!"

"Little fairy, please have a seat!"

Ziyue carefully counted the copper coins in her hand twice, then grinned sweetly and said, "Uncle, I've left the money here for you."

"Alright!"

The middle-aged vendor nodded with a smile.

He often looked forward to Ziyue coming to drink mutton.

Seeing her makes me feel happy for some reason.

The middle-aged vendor used to set up his stall in Baiyun Town. He lived in Baiyun Town, but he made a special trip here to set up his stall. The price of a bowl of mutton soup has been reduced from six coins to five coins, which is very affordable for the surrounding people.

Hua Ying sat opposite Qin Luo.

Zi Yue sat down next to Qin Luo.

"Sir, your mutton soup is here!"

A middle-aged vendor brought over three bowls of mutton soup, half a bowl of mutton and half a bowl of soup, one bowl being the equivalent of three bowls.

"It smells so good!"

The mutton was a large piece. Ziyue picked up a piece of mutton and ate it with relish. Qin Luo knew that his junior sister liked to eat meat, so he put the mutton from his bowl into Ziyue's bowl.

Upon noticing this, Ziyue quickly covered the bowl, saying, "Senior brother, the mutton is delicious, please give it to me."

"I don't like eating meat. If you don't want it, I'll give it to this lady," Qin Luo said earnestly.

Hua Ying's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

I felt a sense of being looked down upon.

Ziyue thought for a moment, then removed her small hand, and the meat in the bowl quickly piled up into a small mountain.

Hua Ying was somewhat envious.

Why don't I have a senior brother like that?

Ziyue ate with great relish.

Hua Ying also wanted to try the mutton soup. She took a sip and found it to be just average. The mutton had a slightly gamey smell, and it was far inferior to the dragon meat she had eaten before.

The middle-aged vendor brought them a plate of freshly baked white steamed buns with a warm smile, "Master, please enjoy your meal. If you want more soup, I'll add more."

"Enough!"

"Thank you, uncle!"

Ziyue nodded politely.

Qin Luo tore the white steamed bun into pieces and put them into the soup. He drank the mutton soup with a satisfied expression on his face.

Judging from their expressions while drinking the soup, they seemed very happy. Hua Ying continued drinking the mutton soup, but it still felt ordinary.

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