Cailiang Mountain is blessed with natural beauty and pleasant scenery.
These past few days, Jiang Bingbing has been cultivating with Fen Jue, and in her spare time she goes down to the river to catch fish and pick some spiritual fruits from the mountains.
Life is as carefree as it gets.
After transmigrating, I lived with a laid-back, easygoing attitude, but many things happened in the past two years.
They knew there was more trouble to come.
Gingerbread cherishes her recent leisurely life.
This day.
Gingerbread and Burntie were resting in the shade under the tree.
Old Huang walked over and said, "Everything has been taken care of. I plan to bring Master's remains back to Qianlai Mountain."
Song Yuechen was buried at Chishao Cliff.
He didn't want his master to be on the same mountain as this kind of person.
Gingerbread sat up, her expression slightly reluctant. "You're not going back to the Sword Sect?"
"Yes." Old Huang nodded, his expression revealing his exhaustion. "The people of Qianlai Mountain need my protection."
He really liked the atmosphere of the Sword Sect.
He also wanted to be a leisurely elder of the Sword Sect, but at the same time, Huang Li was also well aware of the responsibilities on his shoulders.
Gingerbread looked regretful, then said happily, "Qianlai Mountain is a very good place with lush trees, blooming flowers, and kind and simple people around it."
"In the future, when Xiao Jue and I are bored, we'll come to Qianlai Mountain to visit you. You can also come to the Sword Sect often to have tea with the Ancestor."
Fen Jue nodded in agreement, his expression indifferent.
Old Huang was initially a little sad, but after listening, he felt that what Jiang Bingbing said made a lot of sense.
Monks have flying mounts.
If he wants to go to Immortal Jade Peak, he can go there anytime.
"We're setting off tomorrow. How about we have a drink tonight?" Old Huang looked at Fen Jue behind Jiang Bingbing.
"Okay, okay!"
Hearing Gingerbread readily agree, Fenjue raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "With your alcohol tolerance of one glass, are you going to put on a show of snoring, sleeping, and acting crazy while we're drinking tonight?"
Gingerbread: ...Damn it, why did you have to say such a blunt truth?
Old Huang also disliked the sun, so he bent down and walked under the tree. "Xiao Bing is just like my master, who gets drunk after one drink. He has homemade pear blossom wine buried in his cave. It has a sweet taste and is not easy to get drunk on."
"Let's drink that tonight."
Gingerbread raised her hands. "Yay! So what are we eating? Stir-fry, barbecue, or hot pot?"
Old Huang thought about the barbecue tools left by his master and said, "Let's have some barbecue. My master used to like to study strange and unusual foods when he had nothing to do, and he also has barbecue seasonings."
These gingerbread cookies are packed with flavor.
"Old Huang, go prepare the grill and wine. Xiao Jue and I will get some meat. We'll meet at the top of the mountain."
Old Huang smiled and said, "Okay."
Mentioning gingerbread gave him boundless energy; he ran down the mountain with abandon, holding a handful of dandelions in his hand.
Because she ran too fast.
The dandelion fluff fell off in just a few seconds.
Burning away in the back! Laughing! Okay!
When Gingerbread stopped, he found that all that was left of the dandelion he was holding was the dried-up root.
She was dumbfounded.
Fenjue was in front killing ferocious beasts, while Jiangbingbing was behind him, munching on sunflower seeds and giving instructions, "Tsk, chop off their necks."
"It's obvious that the neck is the opening."
"Hey, be careful, don't let the blood splatter too far, I just changed into a new dress today!"
"It still wants to eat the golden spiky pig, but it's gone over there!"
"Xiao Jue, hurry up!"
Despite his tireless efforts, Fen Jue was pushed to the limit and turned to stare at Gingerbread, narrowing his eyes: "You do it?"
"Hehehe, no thanks!"
Gingerbread smiled apologetically and made a shushing gesture.
Fen Jue still went after that golden spiky boar.
She smiled happily, jumped up and picked a few fruits, which she would wash and give to Fen Jue later.
After capturing the ferocious beast, we began processing the ingredients.
Two golden spiky boars were placed in front of Fenjue and Jiangbingbing, and the two looked at each other.
At the same time, he asked, "Begin?"
After saying that, they drew their swords together.
Both of them used the basic sword techniques of the Sword Sect, their longswords nimbly wielding against the ferocious beasts.
When Old Huang arrived, he was shocked by the scene.
This is.
A former number one kendo master and a future number one kendo master compete to see who can cut up the wild boar meat first.
Hmm, it's both boring and exciting.
He took a breath and thought to himself: The old man is quite childlike now, actually agreeing to such a competition.
Half an incense stick's time has passed.
The gingerbread cake and the burning ended simultaneously.
Each slice of meat cut by the burning process was the same thickness. Gingerbread was fine at first, but got anxious towards the end.
She pouted unhappily, "I was in such a rush to catch up with your schedule that I didn't ensure quality. I lost."
Old Huang couldn't help but be surprised.
It may seem like we lost by a small margin, but that's not actually the case.
After all, Gingerbread is young, and the little girl's comprehension of kendo is too strong.
Perhaps a hundred years from now, I will be able to ascend to the Heavenly Palace.
It's uncertain who will be stronger or weaker by then.
Old Huang led them to the courtyard on the mountaintop, which was enclosed by a fence.
The courtyard is planted with all sorts of spiritual plants.
Gingerbread immediately noticed the oven in the middle of the yard. Why was it exactly the same as a modern oven?
Could it be...?
She stepped forward, filled with doubt.
I saw the familiar barbecue seasoning and skewers.
I picked up the skewers and examined them closely; they were indeed stainless steel skewers, along with the barbecue dipping sauce next to them.
Is it a coincidence? Or what?
Gingerbread suppressed his thoughts and asked, "Old Huang, did you buy the skewers and dipping sauce?"
"These were all left behind by Master. Even though they've been around for decades, the seasonings are still edible. Master loves to research food, so he specially commissioned a craftsman to create a cabinet for permanent preservation."
"You can eat without worry."
Upon hearing this, Gingerbread paused for a moment.
Could it be that Senior Yun Wuyi, like her, is also a transmigrator from another world?
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