Chapter 100 He is Song Jinghe
Fu Ning looked at Chongshan's serious expression, and even his ears turned slightly red. He chuckled, "Okay, I want to see it."
Chongshan unbuckled his belt with a calm expression, but because he could only use his left hand, he pulled open his collar with some effort, revealing his lean upper body. His fair skin was covered with well-defined muscles. There were almost no scars on his upper body, which could be said to be very perfect. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were neither exaggerated nor had a sense of strength. As expected, his body was more in line with Fu Ning's aesthetic than Xiang Ze's.
Fu Ning took a careful look. His abdominal muscles were like a washboard. She didn't know if it was due to his breathing or some other reason, but they rose and fell slightly under her gaze. Every time they were concave, his waist looked thinner, making her want to touch it to see if his abdomen would rise and fall more violently.
Fu Ning finally controlled his impulse and said, "It's really good."
"That's good." Chongshan immediately pulled his clothes straight after receiving her praise. His expression remained calm, but Fu Ning saw that his ears had turned red.
Chongshan looked away and said, "Let's go see the medicinal field."
Fu Ning said in a good mood: "Let's go."
The two of them wandered around several mountains with the most abundant spiritual energy in the Demon Realm, and reached a mountain top, where there was actually a small courtyard. The flowers inside and outside the courtyard were blooming brilliantly, and it was obvious that someone had taken good care of it.
Chongshan walked into the hut. Fu Ning didn't understand why, so he followed him in. The furnishings in the room were very simple, with only a bed and a table with a teapot on the table. There was a wooden cabinet against the wall, and nothing else.
Chongshan looked around and said, "This is where I was born."
Fu Ning blinked his eyes, observed carefully again, and listened to Chongshan say: "My mother has always liked the natural environment. She is not used to living in the spacious hall, but likes this small house on the top of the mountain. My father also accompanies her. He handles affairs in the hall during the day and returns to this small house at night no matter how busy he is."
Fu Ning listened quietly, "They must be very loving."
Chongshan nodded, "After my father died, my mother didn't want to live at all."
He lowered his eyes and was silent for a while. Fu Ning hesitated for a moment, walked up to him and patted him on the back.
Chongshan suddenly asked, "Do you know the name of this mountain?"
Fu Ning shook her head. She knew almost nothing about the demon world.
"This mountain is called Chongshan," he said. "My mother named me after this mountain. I didn't like my name at all. I felt that my mother was just giving me a perfunctory name. No one is named after the place where they were born."
"What happened next?" Fu Ning asked.
Chongshan shook his head. "Mother said she would tell me the meaning of this name when I had my coming-of-age ceremony, but I didn't wait."
His mother died when he was ten years old. Fu Ning thought for a moment and said, "I think your name is very nice. It has no surname and no generation. It is free and unfettered."
"Like the people from the Thirty-Eight Villages." Chongshan said casually.
Fu Ning suddenly looked into his eyes alertly, "Why do you know about the Thirty-Eight Villages?"
Chongshan was stunned for a moment, and found that he had let down his guard in a familiar environment, and he let the cat out of the bag. He quickly made up for it, "I asked the right protector, and she told me."
It was very strange. He shouldn't have known that he and Bai Yuchen had any connection, let alone ask Bai Yuchen about what happened after his resurrection. Fu Ning suddenly had a vague guess and said calmly, "So that's it. You were secretly asking about me."
Her nonchalant expression made Chongshan feel relieved, "I want to know about you."
Fu Ning glanced at him and said, "It's not that easy. If you want to know about me, you can just come and ask me."
Chongshan smiled and nodded, "Okay, I'll ask you directly next time."
Fu Ning asked, "Would you like to know about my life in the Thirty-Eight Villages?"
"think."
Fu Ning raised his lips and said, "I just saw a small kitchen here. Didn't you say you can cook? Why don't you cook for me and I'll explain it to you."
Chongshan frowned slightly, thinking that Fu Ning might have noticed something, but after looking at her face carefully, he saw that everything was normal. He was unsure of what Fu Ning meant and said, "Didn't you just finish eating pastries? Eating too much is not good for spiritual cultivation."
Fu Ning felt that her guess was almost right. She said, "We still have to transport the vegetables and meat up, plus the time it takes to process the ingredients. By then, it will be dinner time."
"But the food I cook is not delicious. I asked the chef to cook it last time. If you want to eat it, I'll call him over again." Chongshan continued to refuse. He knew that Fu Ning might confirm that he was Song Jinghe from the taste of the food he made. He really didn't want this rare good time to disappear because his identity was exposed.
Fu Ning raised his eyebrows and insisted, "But the food that the chef cooked last time was not tasty. Is it so difficult that I just want to try your cooking?"
Chongshan said, "What I cook is even worse."
"Okay." Seeing that he was unwilling to cook, Fu Ning said, "I'll just cook, and you help me."
Chongshan glared and asked, "Can you cook?"
Fu Ning said confidently: "No, but today either you cook or I cook. I won't eat anything else that anyone else cooks."
As she said that, she walked down the mountain and prepared to go to the kitchen to find some fresh vegetables and meat. Chongshan followed her. He had eaten the noodles made by Fu Ning before and found them completely inedible. If he really let her cook, the kitchen would probably be in chaos.
But he was still hesitant and never dared to confess his identity to Fu Ning. Whenever he thought of the time when he had quarreled with Fu Ning and could not get close to her, his heart ached terribly. Even the pain in his body could not compare to the pain in his heart. The pain in his body could be cured by medicine, but the pain in his heart could only be stopped if he dug out his heart.
There was a small kitchen in Fu Ning's yard, and there was a chef specially arranged by Chongshan for her. When she went in, she saw a junior chef killing fish. She asked in surprise, "Are we having fish tonight?"
Xiao Xuechu had never seen Fu Ning and Chong Shan before, but he had a hunch that they were not servants or maids, so he nodded and said, "Yes."
Fu Ning watched him tidy up, and when it was almost done, he said, "I'm going to take this to cook my own food. Tell Chef Zhang that he doesn't have to cook for me today."
The elementary school chef immediately understood Fu Ning's identity. She was the master of this courtyard. He handed the fish to Fu Ning and said, "Okay, I'll report to the chef."
Fu Ning put the dishes and meat she wanted to eat in the evening into the basket, took some kitchen utensils, and got seasonings from the stove. She didn't know how to use them, but they looked like common seasonings and would definitely be useful.
She picked up the basket and walked towards the mountain cottage over the silent mountains.
Chongshan followed her, and on the way Fu Ning suddenly said, "After I refine enough pills, I will probably go into seclusion for a while, maybe until I break through the Nascent Soul stage before coming out."
"Why so sudden?" Chongshan asked.
"Because I have too many things to do recently, I have no time to practice, and there is no breakthrough at all. I just want to calm down and practice for a while."
Chongshan frowned and said, "But if you want to reach the Nascent Soul stage, it will probably take several years."
"Well. Just focus on dealing with the affairs of the demon world."
Chongshan was a little unhappy. He thought they had plenty of time to spend together, but Fu Ning wanted to go into seclusion. She had too many things on her mind. Although she kept saying that she liked him, he only occupied a small part in her heart and would never be the first person she considered.
He clearly always put her first.
Fu Ning saw that Chongshan stopped talking, so he turned around and looked at him. Seeing his bitter and resentful look, he couldn't help but smile and said, "I'll be out as soon as possible. You don't have to put on that expression, right?"
Chongshan forced a smile and took the basket of vegetables from her. What else could he do? He really had no way to deal with Fu Ning and could only go along with her.
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The two quickly returned to the cabin, where the kitchen was relatively clean and tidy. Fu Ning found a bucket and, under the guidance of Chongshan, found a spring of mountain spring water. He filled a bucket with water and carried it back.
She wiped the loose dust off the surface of the stove, placed the bottles and jars aside, took out the chopping board and kitchen knife, and began to wash the vegetables with mountain spring water.
Just as she was about to put the leaves on the chopping board, Chongshan stopped her and said, "You can't do that. They haven't been washed yet."
Fu Ning handed him the chrysanthemum and said, "Then help me wash it."
Chongshan sighed lightly and began to carefully pick and wash the vegetables. Fu Ning stood by and watched. The more he looked, the more familiar his back seemed to him, as if he had seen it before.
Chongshan put the washed vegetables away and said, "You can cut them now."
Fu Ning picked up the kitchen knife awkwardly. In fact, in addition to her sword skills, she was also quite good at wielding a knife. However, the feel of this kitchen knife was completely different from that of a broadsword. She clumsily pressed down on the vegetable and chopped it down, and the kitchen knife went straight into the chopping board.
Chongshan's eyelids twitched, fearing that she would cut his hand, and finally stepped forward helplessly and said, "Let me do it."
Fu Ning achieved his goal and readily handed the kitchen knife to Chongshan. He stepped aside and watched him cut and cook vegetables. He was indeed very skilled and it was obvious that he did this kind of thing often.
But the Chongshan she knew never went into the kitchen and didn't know how to cook at all.
The person in front of him knew about the Thirty-Eight Villages, could cook, and knew that he had taken the Spirit Cleansing Pill. All signs pointed out that he was Song Jinghe.
But how could Chongshan be the same person as Song Jinghe? Fu Ning was puzzled and thought of the small system, "Can you detect people's souls?"
The system said: "This cannot be detected."
"Okay." She thought she might as well ask Chongshan directly. What they needed most was honesty.
Just as she was about to speak, Chongshan said first: "There is something I haven't told you. Can I tell you while we eat?"
"Okay." Fu Ning leaned against the door frame and watched him cook quietly. He had already completely understood in his heart that Chongshan was Song Jinghe.
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