Old Huang needs some quiet time now.
Gingerbread handed the ice coffin to him and then left with Burning Blade.
The two did not return to the Sword Sect immediately.
I wanted to make sure Mr. Huang was in a better mood before going back.
Cai Liangshan is full of rare and precious medicinal herbs. She walked around and stopped frequently, picking a lot of materials for alchemy.
Fen Jue, holding his sword, followed behind her.
Gingerbread bent down and picked a spiritual herb, then said as if remembering something, "Actually, if Song Yuechen had self-destructed, none of us would have survived, including Elder Huang."
The Palace Master of Mingyue Palace revealed himself back then.
Let Gingerbread see that no one can stop someone in the Void Refinement Realm from wanting to perish together.
Fen Jue nodded, "Yes, Song Yuechen doesn't have much conscience left, just a little bit."
“Yes!”
Gingerbread was amused by his tone of voice, "Maybe subconsciously he couldn't bring himself to kill Old Huang."
The complex emotions involved cannot be explained in just a few words.
She just knew.
In life, one should not hurt those who love them, nor should one hurt those they love.
Just live each day happily.
The two followed the spiritual plants downhill, heard the sound of a waterfall, and looked up to see a spiritual spring ahead.
Plump, fresh fish swim in the river.
Gingerbread rushed over, grinning, rolled up her trousers, and turned back to shout, "Little Jue, your senior sister is treating you to grilled fish!"
Fen Jue accidentally brushed his eye onto her fair calves, his gaze was momentarily burned, and he abruptly turned his back.
When your heart rate increases.
His thought was: Hmm, he's better than a dog; the treatment of personally catching fish in the river is much better than getting a cow bone.
Xiao Huang: ?
"Wow, so big and plump!" Gingerbread never imagined that she would have such a talent for catching fish.
Aim at the target and strike with precision.
Hearing the sound, Fen Jue turned around and saw the girl holding a large, fat fish in both hands. The fish was incredibly strong, thrashing about in her hands and splashing water all over Gingerbread's face.
"Fenjue, quick, get a bucket of water!"
Ignoring the jumbled thoughts in his mind, Fen Jue quickly took out a bucket from his storage bag and handed it over. If Fatty Fish ran away, Gingerbread would definitely be angry.
"Excellent, excellent. Let's have a whole fish feast tonight."
Gingerbread watched the bighead carp swimming around in the bucket, then returned to the river satisfied and continued catching fish.
Before catching the fish, I released Little Yellow and Stinky.
Little Yellow paddled and paddled in the water with its two paws, startling the fish that scattered in all directions.
In the end, nothing was left.
Gingerbread: "......"
As for the stench.
Don't let the gingerbread go into the water.
Although sludge can control body odor, it's a different story when it gets into the water; it will pollute the entire body of water.
Stinky lay pitifully on the shore, watching Little Yellow smugly and resentfully until Little Yellow was scolded by Gingerbread and forced to come ashore. Then, Stinky happily jumped up and down on the spot.
Fenjue wisely brought back a bundle of tree branches.
Prepare to start a fire.
Although fire-elemental magic with a fire elemental root can also be used to grill fish.
It definitely doesn't taste the same as something roasted over a wood fire.
Gingerbread caught three more fish before stopping. After putting the fish in the bucket, he looked up and saw Burning Jue breaking tree branches.
Well.
The other person moved slowly and gracefully, comparing the length of each folded branch with the previous one.
Each one must be the same size.
That's way too fussy!
Gingerbread clapped his hands and walked over. "Junior brother, at this rate, will I be able to eat grilled fish next year?"
Fen Jue glanced at her sideways.
I saw that she had already finished catching the fish.
He stood up, took a few steps back, formed a hand seal, and bundles of tree branches flew into the sky.
He drew his long sword from his waist.
The longsword moved automatically among the tree branches.
In just a few breaths, the branches were shaved down to the same size by the spirit sword and fell down in unison.
They were neatly piled up.
Wonderful!
I've been shown off by our ancestors again.
Fenjue went to the river to gut the fish with swift and efficient movements, leaving Gingerbread stunned. He asked blankly, "Were you a cook before you ascended to heaven?"
Little Huang seemed to understand and rolled around laughing beside him.
Chou Chou tilted his head, glanced at Fen Jue, and then at Jiang Bingbing.
Fen Jue ground his back teeth and said, "Go grill the fish."
He then tossed her two cleaned fish.
Gingerbread touched its nose and walked away, knowing it had said the wrong thing and offended the ancestor.
Fen Jue may seem indifferent to everything, but he actually really enjoys being praised.
Gingerbread lit a match and, while grilling the fish, praised with a nod and a flourish: "Little Jue truly lives up to his reputation as the master of swordsmanship! Look at the way he scales the fish! I could live for another ten thousand years and still not be able to match you! Amazing! Amazing! It is truly my great fortune to eat fish prepared by our ancestors today!"
Fenjue was still diligently scaling fish by the river.
Hearing Gingerbread's exaggerated flattery from behind, he shook his head helplessly, then couldn't help but smile.
After he finished processing the remaining three fish.
The aroma of roasted meat is already wafting over there.
Fenjue carried a bucket of water and sat down next to the campfire.
The fish on the grill smelled especially delicious, probably because the gingerbread had sprinkled some kind of seasoning on it.
"The fish is ready, please enjoy!" Gingerbread's eyes curved into crescents as she smiled and offered the fish with both hands.
Fen Jue paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over her cheeks, which were red from the fire, and he felt a pang of heartache.
So they didn't accept the grilled fish and instead returned it.
"You eat first, I'll grill the rest."
Gingerbread thought he was criticizing her grilling skills, and pouted in grievance, "What's wrong? I worked so hard to grill it for you, and you don't even give me any face."
As she spoke, she turned her body away.
"Hmph, eat it or don't, it's up to you!"
She was actually a little angry.
Fen Jue was dumbfounded, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet, and asked in a gentle tone, "Are you angry?"
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