Chapter 45045 The overlapping images outline a bold guess...
Meeting Lu Qingqing's pair of shimmering, well-behaved and focused eyes, Feng Yingheng was momentarily distracted.
He quickly looked away.
"You want to plant trees?"
Lu Qingqing nodded vigorously, her eyes curved with a smile.
"Master, I like osmanthus. I like to smell the scent of the hanging flowers, and I also like to drink osmanthus wine - please don't scold me first, I rarely drink. It's just that -"
But the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and she misses the fine wine and old friends of the Dawn Continent.
Sweet osmanthus, also known as osmanthus, is not a rare commodity and can be found everywhere on the Dawn Continent. On the Taiji Continent, where spiritual energy abounds, spiritual trees and herbs abound. People simply disdain to cultivate something as mundane as osmanthus trees, and there's even less of a succulent wine.
But Lu Qingqing likes the mellow and sweet aroma of osmanthus wine, and likes its ordinary and approachable nature.
The last time I drank, it was with Jiang Jun. We hadn't seen each other since we parted at Lishan. Fortunately, I received a message from Uncle Jiang from across the dimension a while ago, saying that Jun was doing well and had reached the late stage of foundation building. I felt a great sense of comfort.
"I don't have many flowers or plants in my yard. If I could plant an osmanthus tree, I could enjoy the cool breeze, admire the flowers, and make wine. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Feng Yingheng couldn't bear to see her disappointed, but he didn't want to lie either.
"I don't have any sweet osmanthus seeds."
Lu Qingqing still smiled with pure sweetness.
She looked at him, her eyes filled with anticipation. "Mid-Autumn Festival is coming in a few days. Would you mind coming to my little courtyard to enjoy the moon and drink tea?"
Feng Yingheng has never had the habit of celebrating Mid-Autumn Festival.
Immortal cultivators have long since left the realm of ordinary people, and the excitement of the festive season seems to have nothing to do with them.
I subconsciously wanted to refuse, but I suddenly changed my mind before the words came out.
"……good."
"Thank you, Master." Lu Qingqing was so happy that her eyes narrowed into a standard crescent shape. "I will make snacks for you myself when the time comes."
***
Making snacks by hand is certainly not because the kitchen disciples of Yunmiao Sect are not good at it.
There are many outer disciples who have not yet practiced fasting, as well as children with lower cultivation levels in the sect. They all need to eat grains. The chefs in each peak cook every day and practice makes perfect. In addition, the Tai Chi Continent is rich in spiritual energy, the ingredients are fresh and delicious, and the food they prepare tastes quite good.
Feng Yingheng accepted Lu Qingqing as his disciple. Not only did he teach her and answer her questions, he also made medicine for her to suppress her charm and cared about her daily life. However, she could do nothing for her master.
After much thought, I can only show my respect as a disciple by doing such small things.
Among the several peaks, the chef from Second Master's family has the best cooking skills.
Taking advantage of the break, Lu Qingqing came to seek advice.
He happened to meet Bai Lin, the disciple of his second uncle, in the corridor. When he learned the other party's purpose, the male protagonist of the book was surprised.
"Won't Junior Master Uncle blame you for not practicing and coming here to learn cooking?"
Lu Qingqing chuckled and shook her head. She wondered, "Master, how cold and ruthless do you really appear to be?"
Her smile was like bright sunshine, which made Bai Lin feel relieved for a moment.
He coughed lightly and quickly regained his composure.
"Are you planning to do this to honor your junior uncle?"
As expected of the male lead, he has a sharp mind.
I just don’t know how he can get to know and fall in love with the heroine who is far away in Shenxiang Mountain when he is now in Yunmiao Sect.
"Hmm." Lu Qingqing put away her gossipy thoughts, "Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, I want to make two snacks for Master to try."
"I see." Bai Lin smiled slightly, looking even more handsome. "Junior Sister Lu is so filial, and Junior Uncle will definitely be pleased. Junior Brother Zhang in the kitchen is the best at making dim sum, you can learn from him."
Lu Qingqing bowed, "Thank you, Senior Brother Bai."
Bai Lin watched the graceful figure floating away, suddenly came to his senses, and strode away.
…
On the fifteenth day of the eighth month, the full moon hangs high in the sky, which is the time for family reunion.
It would be a wonderful sight if you could smell the rich fragrance of osmanthus filling the garden.
What a pity.
Lu Qingqing sat on a rocking chair in the yard, with a cup of tea on a small table beside her, looking at the moon that looked like a silver plate above the night sky.
I wonder if Chang'e and Wu Gang are drinking together at this time, or if the Jade Rabbit has stopped pounding medicine to celebrate the festival with them.
There are many senior brothers and sisters of the same generation as Lu Qingqing in Yunmiao Sect. Although she has been a member for almost a year, the one she is closest to is still Ji Weilan.
He sent a boy to deliver the rocking chair, saying that he knew Junior Sister Lu liked to sit in the yard in a daze and drink tea, and that a rocking chair was more comfortable than a stone bench.
Unfortunately, he had just come out of the small secret realm and was thrown into seclusion in a secret room, so he couldn't come here to chat and appreciate the moon. After he came out of seclusion, he must eat the snacks made by his junior sister.
Lu Qingqing closed her eyes and couldn't help laughing.
This guy is really well-informed. He knows what's going on outside even when he's in seclusion. He's worthy of being the gossip-knowledgeable one of Yunmiao Sect.
When Feng Yingheng arrived at the courtyard, he saw his apprentice lying in a rocking chair with his eyes closed, looking relaxed and contented.
The girl in a white dress was outlined by the moonlight, looking pure and otherworldly, but the smile on her face had a touch of worldly cuteness.
His mood also relaxed, and he rarely spoke in a joking manner.
"What good thing happened that made you so happy?"
Lu Qingqing suddenly opened her eyes and saw Feng Yingheng standing in front of her. He was dressed in black clothes but he didn't look heavy at all, and he looked ethereal.
That usually calm face appeared somewhat gentle in the moonlight.
"Master."
She quickly stood up and saluted, "I thought you would be here for a while, please sit down."
After saying that, he was about to give the comfortable rocking chair to Feng Yingheng.
"Was this sent by Weilan?" Feng Yingheng asked.
Lu Qingqing was surprised, "How did you know?"
"When it comes to having fun, he's the best."
Lu Qingqing gave a thumbs up and said, "You really understand him."
After spending more time with him, she realized that her master was a man with a cold exterior but a warm heart. Sometimes when she spoke to him, she would inevitably be mischievous without even realizing it.
Feng Yingheng always indulges Lu Qingqing in all matters except for the important matter of cultivation. Several senior uncles are shocked and say that the junior brother is like a different person. It is true that if he does not accept a disciple, it is fine. Once he accepts one, he will love him like a treasure.
Feng Yingheng was not interested in the rocking chair and sat on the stone bench.
Lu Qingqing poured tea for her master and introduced two plates of snacks on the table.
"These are the hawthorn cakes and lotus cakes that I made myself. Please enjoy them, Master."
In fact, Feng Yingheng didn't like sweets before he started practicing Taoism, let alone after he entered the Tao. He hadn't touched any snacks for many years.
But this was made by Lu Qingqing with great effort, and it was her love, so she had to taste it no matter what.
The hawthorn cake was pink and red in color, with a delicate aroma. Feng Yingheng tasted this first.
It tastes sour with a hint of sweet, and is very refreshing to the mouth without being greasy.
The hibiscus cake has no sweetness at all, but only the natural aroma of various magical beans and herbs. It is not sticky when you put it in your mouth, but very smooth.
This apprentice understood his taste and put his heart into it.
“It tastes good.”
Lu Qingqing was in a very good mood after receiving the praise.
"If you like it, Master, I'll make it for you again." She handed over the tea. "This is the herbal tea given to me by Third Uncle-Master. I added some Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng that I grew myself. Please try it."
The disciple looked like he was presenting a treasure, and was a little naive.
A smile appeared in Feng Yingheng's eyes.
"Next time, I'll just add the same amount of Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng." After tasting it, he expressed his thoughts.
"That won't work." Lu Qingqing snorted, "I'll give you other supplements to try next time."
Feng Yingheng was amused.
This time it was a real laugh.
This smile is like a sea of fire and silver flowers, or like floating clouds blown away by the night wind, finally revealing the brilliance of the bright moon.
Feng Yingheng is well-deserved of the title of the most handsome man in the world of immortal cultivation. No wonder he has captivated thousands of cultivators.
My benefactor is also a god-like figure. I wonder what the scene would be like if I met my master.
The scene of the two men, the dragon and the phoenix, meeting each other appeared uncontrollably in Lu Qingqing's mind.
Is it that the kings don’t meet, or that they feel like old friends at first sight?
At this moment, she heard Feng Yingheng's voice.
"Qingqing."
Lu Qingqing raised her head.
The next moment, she was stunned.
I saw a black wine jug appear on the stone table at some point, with the most ordinary red cloth serving as a cork.
"Master, this is..."
In fact, she recognized him, but she was so surprised that she was speechless for a moment.
"Didn't you say you wanted to drink osmanthus wine?" Feng Yingheng's expression was calm and gentle. "During this rare Mid-Autumn Festival, I'll grant you this opportunity."
"Master, where did this wine come from?"
"I bought it from Dawn Continent."
His tone was light, as if he was saying that the moonlight tonight was really beautiful.
A familiar warmth filled Lu Qingqing's chest again. It slowly rose up disobediently, sometimes like a trickle, sometimes like a surging wave.
It was an indescribable and incomprehensible emotion that she had forced herself to suppress several times.
She looked up at the sky, silently cursing herself for being useless. She had finally gotten this peaceful time, so why was she creating trouble for herself?
After several efforts, she finally suppressed the heat. Lu Qingqing took a few deep breaths and silently poured wine into the glass.
The familiar scent of osmanthus wine fills the air, bringing peace of mind.
Just as I was about to offer one of the cups to Master, the faint fragrance of osmanthus wafted through the air.
Lu Qingqing looked in the direction of the fragrance and saw Feng Yingheng holding a few branches of osmanthus in his hand. The flowers on them were clustered together, golden and warm.
Suddenly a breeze blew by, and a few osmanthus flowers were blown into the air.
Feng Yingheng raised his head, and the flower slid across the tip of his tall nose and fell into his open palm.
This scene is as beautiful as a painting.
But Lu Qingqing stood there like a petrified person.
As his mind raced, the scene of last year's Mid-Autumn Festival surfaced before him. The figure that had leaped into life in the courtyard of the inn, and his current profile, gradually pieced together the complete picture.
No way...
How could it be possible...
Despite the constant warnings, the emotions in my heart could no longer be suppressed.
But the next moment, Lu Qingqing saw an even more shocking scene.
Feng Yingheng threw the osmanthus branch in his hand forward, and the branch was inserted into the ground in the yard.
He twisted his finger and a silver light surrounded the branches. In a moment, an osmanthus tree rose from the ground, lush and green, with many flowers. The whole courtyard was instantly filled with the rich and sweet fragrance of osmanthus.
Feng Yingheng turned his head and smiled faintly.
"From now on you can enjoy the cool breeze and appreciate the flowers."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com