The sky was just right, birds were chirping on the branches, the sunlight penetrated the treetops and shone into the house, casting a mottled shadow, and fine smoke dust swirled in the beam of light.

Bai Qiu got up early for the first time, put on an apron, rolled up his sleeves, and started a busy day in the kitchen.

"La la la~" She hummed carelessly, the tune in her throat traveling thousands of miles away.

She didn't want a maid to wait beside her, so she tied her hair into a high ponytail neatly. She soaked her hands in the cold water and washed the fresh fruits and vegetables. The water in the pot was boiling until it bubbled.

Bai Qiu jumped up and down even when walking, happily poured in the ingredients and seasonings, and cooked a large bowl of thick soup.

The soup with honey is sweet.

It smells delicious.

Qingye must like it very much.

Bai Qiu couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, lowered her head, took a spoon and took a small mouthful, tasted it, and was very satisfied.

Her good mood lasted from the night before to today.

She was thinking wildly last night, from the first time she picked up the jade slip to meeting Tang Tang. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that fate was really wonderful. She was so excited that she couldn't sleep. When she woke up early this morning, she didn't even bother to sleep.

He didn't even want to sleep anymore, but he got up excitedly and started cooking, looking very happy.

I don’t know what kind of happy event it is, and all the demon cultivators are puzzled.

Some maids asked her curiously. In their eyes, Madam was an easy-going little girl who was never angry with others and was not as majestic and oppressive as Mr. Heng Ming.

"I won't tell you." Bai Qiu smiled mysteriously, his eyes crooked.

She carried the hot soup all the way back to the bedroom and put it on the table. Qingye had already gotten up. Bai Qiu looked around and saw no one for a while, only the closed windows and the blown out candles - she had morning

Opening the window for ventilation, Qingye seemed to hate breathing fresh air, so he closed it again in a blink of an eye.

Bai Qiu went to push the window open again.

When he turned around again, he saw a person appearing at the table.

Qing Ye stood at the table, bending down to look at the bowl of soup. His long hair fell down his shoulders, slightly covering his forehead, and his eyelashes were lowered, showing curiosity.

"What is this?" he asked.

It's sweet, I like the smell.

Qing Ye stretched out his index finger and wanted to dip it into the soup. Bai Qiu rushed over and grabbed his hand, "Use a spoon! It's very hot!"

She held his hand, then gently stirred it in the bowl with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and handed it to his lips, "I made it for you, try it?"

She opened her eyes wide and looked at him expectantly, his appearance reflected in her crystal clear black eyes.

"..." Qingye turned his head and said coldly: "I won't eat it."

Bai Qiu: "Oh, okay." She didn't force it, put the spoon back, picked up the bowl of soup, sat down by herself, and decided to eat it by herself.

She worked hard to make this small bowl in the morning. She hadn't had breakfast yet, and she was already so ravenous that she wouldn't eat it if he didn't want to eat it. There was no harm in rewarding herself.

Bai Qiu sat leisurely, took a spoonful, blew on it, took a slow bite, clicked her lips comfortably, and said to herself: "It's delicious."

Qingye: "..."

Bai Qiu took one mouthful after another, sipping the hot soup while narrowing her eyes in comfort.

Qingye couldn't help but glance at her again.

She acted as if there was no one else around and didn't even look at him. She was indulging in the sweetness of the soup, as if she was holding some delicacy from the mountains and seas in her hands. She drank one mouthful after another, and drank most of the bowl in the blink of an eye.

...is it so delicious?

Qingye had a strange expression and looked at her intently. When Bai Qiu looked over, he turned his head indifferently. When she started chirping again and making that relishing sound, he couldn't help but look over again.

After enduring it, but still unable to hold it back, Qing Ye walked towards her and reached out to snatch her bowl away.

"Eh..." Bai Qiu was drinking heavily when the bowl suddenly disappeared, replaced by Qingye's face approaching her. She yelled and grabbed her bowl, but he raised the bowl high with one hand so that she could reach it.

Can't catch it.

Qingye said dissatisfied: "Is it so delicious?"

Bai Qiu glared at him: "I cooked it myself. No matter if it tastes good or not, I will drink it!"

He froze for a moment, looked down at her, and sneered: "There are no delicacies in this world, so what's the point of cooking it yourself? I can get you whatever you want."

Bai Qiu cursed, is this a concept? It is not a question of whether it is valuable or not. This person simply cannot understand the meaning of a girl washing her hands and making soup.

He didn't want to appreciate it, so what if she drank it herself?

Bai Qiu suddenly jumped up and hit his forehead with a "bang", causing him to step back slightly and narrow his eyes dangerously. Bai Qiu didn't care whether he was angry or not, endured the pain and jumped up, reaching out to snatch him away.

Bowl in hand.

She raised her head in front of him and drank it all in one gulp, as if she was afraid of being snatched away by him. Her cheeks were bulging, and before she could swallow, Qingye suddenly came closer, trapped her in the chair, and pinched her with his hand.

The bulging cheeks.

Bai Qiu: "!!!"

I'm going to vomit!

Her eyes widened and she pursed her lips hard. Qingye suddenly lowered his head, pried her lips open, and slowly took away the soup from her mouth with the tip of his tongue.

Mmm, very sweet.

But it wasn't that delicious. He felt that she didn't need to care so much about the soup, as if the soup was more important than him.

He tasted it, his curiosity was satisfied, and he slightly left her lips.

All this happened so fast, Bai Qiu was pinched in the face by him, and until Qingye finished grabbing the food from his mouth, she was still sitting in the chair blankly, staring at him blankly.

A touch of red clouds rose steadily, dyeing the roots of the ears red.

Is there something wrong with him? When she asked him if he wanted to drink the soup, he said no. Now she wants to drink it herself, but he doesn't allow her to drink it and even takes food from her mouth.

Bai Qiu covered her lips, swallowed subconsciously, and then felt that something was not right.

There was something meaningful in the way he looked at her.

Bai Qiu pushed him away in silence and ran out quickly, panicking and almost knocking over the stool.

In the past few days, Wen Yu also came from the Demon Realm, and together with Tian Yu, he personally treated Bai Qiu.

Since Bai Qiu's trip to the Guangxu Realm, some of the root causes of his illness have fallen into place. Even though he is still active and active on weekdays, the weakness that has not been shown before is slowly becoming apparent at this time.

"Madam's cultivation level is too low. The strange thing is that Madam's soul is slightly different from ordinary people. The damage caused by Guangxu Realm to her seems to be more serious than the damage to normal monks." Wen Yu pondered: "Perhaps it is because of the previous

She was poisoned and had demonic energy entering her body, but no matter what the reason is, Madam needs to take good care of herself."

"Soaking in the medicinal spring is something that must be done every day. In addition, Madam must work hard to cultivate and build the foundation level..." Wen Yu was silent for a moment, thinking about Bai Qiu's identity, and then changed to a more euphemistic way: "Also

You need to work harder to avoid getting hurt."

Bai Qiu: "..."

She sat on the bed, a little ashamed, her cheeks slightly hot.

Even though Wen Yu tried his best to speak tactfully, no one knew what he meant.

She is too weak.

Although ordinary people may not have started practicing at the age of fifteen, and there are very few who have broken through the foundation building stage, she is already considered a leader among her peers, but here, where even the maids have at least the golden elixir stage, she is weak

It's simply out of place.

I really wish I had been born a hundred years earlier, and no matter how bad I was, I could have lived fifty more years, so that I could catch up with them at a fraction of the time.

Lack of talent can be solved through hard work, but this kind of thing that takes time to accumulate is the most frustrating and powerless thing.

Bai Qiu looked at Qing Ye aggrievedly. Qing Ye received her look for help. Sure enough, he pondered for a moment and said lightly under her gaze: "No need."

He said matter-of-factly: "Lock her up so no one can see her. All the time in the future can be used to recuperate. There's no rush."

Wen Yu: "..."

Bai Qiu: "???"

Are you still thinking about locking her up? Bai Qiu really doesn't know what obsession he has with imprisoning her, although his logic sounds like there's nothing wrong with it.

Bai Qiu no longer counted on him. She thought about it later. Since cultivation is a path that everyone must go through, why should she reject him? She might as well work hard as soon as possible to make herself as strong as possible.

Bai Qiu began to practice hard under Wen Yu's guidance.

With the guidance of the former Yaowang Valley elder, her cultivation speed was much faster than when she was in Lingyun Sect. Ever since she broke through the foundation building stage, she had only a vague understanding of many techniques. Wen Yu had taught the inner sect of Yaowang Valley before.

Disciple, teach Bai Qiu to be more skillful.

In fact, you can also let Qingye teach you.

But Qingye, as a big boss in the tribulation period, was a bit too strong. Bai Qiu reviewed the mental methods just taught by Wen Yu several times at night. There were some questions that he couldn't figure out, so he asked the big boss who was napping nearby, Qing Ye.

Ye listened to what she said and had an expression on his face like "What the hell are you talking about?"

He raised his hand, and a cluster of black energy burned at his fingertips, condensing into an extremely sharp long knife, "That's it? Turning the energy into a blade?"

Bai Qiu was also confused, "Don't you need to knead the secrets? Don't you need to raise your Qi?"

Qing Ye: "No need." He moved his fingers, and the long knife suddenly turned into a bow and arrow. His cold fingers stroked the bow string, and a drop of blood overflowed from his fingertips. The blood condensed into a burning ball on his fingertips.
To be continued...