Zhu Yi trusted him completely.
The ability to handle one's own troubles.
If all else fails, there's still the powerful and protective Imperial Mirror Master.
What? A female cultivator must be independent and self-reliant and cannot depend on others?
Nonsense! If someone has a powerful backer, why would she have to do everything herself? It's good to have a big tree to lean on. Just because Zhu Yi doesn't cause trouble doesn't mean she can't call for help when trouble comes her way.
Zhu Yi returned to Peach Blossom Cottage to look after the little squirrels. She prepared a sumptuous lunch for Jinbao, Zhaocai, and Master Yujing.
They also set up a separate barbecue table, with lots of skewers, as well as chilled soda and plum juice, which are summer essentials.
Zhu Yi had no idea that Wen Ji was among the people who came to Taolin Xiaozhu for dinner this time.
This guy has been appearing in front of them more and more often lately.
Zhu Yi first delivered a loving lunch to Master Yu Jing. On Sour Peach Peak, surrounded by celestial mist, Master Yu Jing leisurely enjoyed tea and flower arranging, purifying his hands and burning incense, feeling utterly carefree.
"You're here?" Master Yujing looked at his sweating little apprentice with obvious disdain. "You're tired after just a few steps?"
Zhu Yi wiped the sweat from her temples and smiled, "Actually, walking here wasn't tiring, it's just that it was too hot, and I had to carry the food box, so it was a bit too much."
Master Yujing rolled his eyes at Zhu Yi: "You've been focusing all your energy on magic, so your foundation is unstable."
Zhu Yi paused, putting down her cold-faced hand, puzzled: "Master, are you saying that your disciple's cultivation isn't going well?"
Mikami took the large spoon, took a sip of the sweet and sour cold noodle soup, which had a slight spiciness. There were also some ice crystals floating next to the thin white noodles. It was refreshingly cool and delicious.
“The path to immortality cannot be limited to magic. Although you practice with swords and spears, your physical training is still lacking.”
Zhu Yi frowned and asked, "Master, I have to spend two hours every day practicing my physique."
Feeling a little wronged, Zhu Yi thought she had tried her best, but it seemed it still wasn't enough.
"No, I'm not saying you're not working hard enough. On the contrary, you're working hard enough." After taking a bite of the cold noodles, which were chewy and refreshing, and adding some side dishes, Master Yujing was once again amazed by his disciple who had just returned from his travels in the small world. This child's cooking skills were truly unparalleled.
Zhu Yi looked aggrieved and on the verge of tears as she watched her master slowly finish a bowl of cold noodles, wipe his mouth with a handkerchief, and toss Zhu Yi a manual on body refinement and soul condensation.
Zhu Yi was dazzled by the glittering cover. The booklet was thin, and Zhu Yi could only understand the first page; the second page was blank.
The third page is still blank.
The fourth page is also blank; how do you cultivate from there?
"The Body Refining and Soul Condensation Technique that I taught you was specially adjusted for you. You returned from the small world with your soul condensed, but your mind is still stuck in the mortal world of the small world. You still practice your weapon for two hours every day with the appearance of an ordinary person. You are really not making any progress. It is very useless."
Zhu Yi wanted to say that it wasn't useless. Every morning after closing up shop, she would practice swordsmanship for an hour in the backyard of Peach Blossom Pavilion, and then practice knife skills for another hour before dinner. After persisting for so long, her body was much better than when she first transmigrated.
"What do you mean by 'useless', Master? I think it's alright..."
"Oh, bring me some barbecue next time you come. I've been thinking about it lately."
"Ah? Master, you haven't answered my questions yet!"
Master Yujing said coolly, "Figure it out yourself. If you're too stupid, I'll feel ashamed too."
For some reason, Zhu Yi felt that her master's words had a hint of schadenfreude, and even a touch of mockery. Was her master... saying she was stupid?
Zhu Yi walked out of Sour Peach Peak with her head drooping, looking at the Body Refining and Soul Condensation Technique in her hand as she walked. The first page was difficult, and the first sentence was "Purify your mind and reduce your desires, guard against arrogance and impetuosity..." It was as if it said nothing at all.
"Forget it, I won't make things difficult for myself. I'll go back and have lunch first, then I'll study it."
A group of young people stood at the entrance of Peach Grove Cottage.
Needless to say, Xue Shan, Wei Weiwei, and Lin Hengjin also include Shu Chen, Wen Ji, and Senior Brother.
"Senior Brother is as authentic as ever!" Zhu Yi's eyes lit up when she saw the whole beef leg in Shu Chen's hand, along with two chickens, two ducks, and two geese!
"If I really came here to eat and drink for free from Junior Sister, I'm afraid Uncle Yujing would punish me by making me buy ten breakfasts at the morning market to repay me." Mu Yu smiled. Uncle Yujing's exploitation of him was far more than just this.
Sigh, it's all so heartbreaking. He only has this one junior sister who's so skillful at cooking for him. What else can he do but spoil her?
As for Zhu Yi, what else can you do but invite in a bunch of good-for-nothings and treat them well?
Wen Ji, who was visiting for the first time, casually pushed Lin Hengjin aside, bypassed Xue Shan, and took the initiative to stand behind Weiwei.
Shu Chen's gaze changed, and she awkwardly moved to the other side of Weiwei.
Zhu Yi, being a shrewd person, brought out soda and barbecue for everyone, then pulled Weiwei aside to whisper something, leaving the two handsome guys staring at each other.
While eating his skewers, Wenji thought to himself, "Damn it, this pretty boy is interested in Weiwei too!"
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