In the eyes of the two senior brothers, Lin Xiaojiu's behavior was really a very strange thing.

Not to mention when Lin Xiaojiu wrapped the mixed yellow mud onto the seventh ancestor's lotus leaves, it was even more incomprehensible.

Is this really cooking?

Lin Xiaojiu is sure she is not playing with mud?

"Miss? Are you?"

The tall senior brother finally couldn't help but ask. In his opinion, Lin Xiaojiu today can be said to be friendly and nervous.

Therefore, the tall senior brother asked about Lin Xiaojiu for the first time.

This behavior made the short and fat senior brother next to him frowned.

Next, Lin Xiaojiu's behavior made the short and fat senior brother who was frowning even less understand.

"Is this?"

Lin Xiaojiu, who was playing with mud, touched her face, and a little yellow mud stuck to Lin Xiaojiu's snow-white chin, but Lin Xiaojiu didn't care and was still using her hands to keep placing the "mud ball" in front of her.

While rubbing the meatballs, Lin Xiaojiu explained: "Senior Brother, this is a folk delicacy, Nibaji, which can also be called Huangbaji."

"Oh, there are some other sayings that it is called "Flower Chicken."

The short and fat senior brother also spoke out. He asked curiously: "Miss, is this way of eating what you saw in the book?"

Lin Xiaojiu was stunned and nodded.

At the same time, Lin Xiaojiu, who had fallen silent, suddenly realized that his behavior was a little strange.

She seems to need to pay attention to her behavior?

Lin Xiaojiu thought while placing the balls. When the mud was sticky and would not fall one by one, Lin Xiaojiu then patted hard, and then put the two balls into the dug soil pit.

Rubbing his arms and chin, Lin Xiaojiu smiled and said to the fat senior brother, "Senior brother, let me light the fire again?"

"It's no problem, but Miss, what should I do?"

Although the short and fat senior brother would not think that the food made by Lin Xiaojiu is delicious, let alone the beautiful girl's chicken plate is really pleasing to the eye.

The dirty beautiful girl...slide!

According to Lin Xiaojiu's words, the short and fat senior brother took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms, and then threw it at Lin Xiaojiu's plate of mud balls.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaojiu said in surprise: "Senior Brother, are you Fu Xiu?"

Looking at the fire of the low-level talisman hanging in the air, it was baking mud balls bit by bit.

Under the talisman of the short and fat senior brother, Lin Xiaojiu didn't even have to put wood in it.

Fu Xiu...

This short and fat senior brother is still a talented person!

"Yes, I am Fu Xiu, and Daigao is Jian Xiu."

Dai Gao is the tall senior brother, the one who was used by Lin Xiaojiu to dig a hole.

"Senior brother is still a talent!"

"You are kind to me, Miss..."

The reason why Lin Xiaojiu said this is because, as a sect that specializes in sword cultivating and secondary formation cultivating, the probability of talisman cultivation can be said to be outrageously small.

As for the fu Xiu Dan Cultivation and the cultivator in both directions, they have extremely strict requirements on spiritual power, and they have a high understanding and no understanding. Then, they should go to the sword and practice physically.

As for formations, talismans, and weapons, they are not something that martial artists can play with.

But, Lin Xiaojiu just praised it casually. If you really want to say something about emotion, it will definitely not be...

After all, in the world of cultivation, strength is the most respected.

As the daughter of the head, Lin Xiaojiu, who has seen the world, Fu Xiu Dan Xiu is just a group of blood-sucking insects!

It is a profession that requires money in the early stage and money in the later stage!

The front is full of energy, and the back is full of energy!

"Senior brother, please do me a favor."

The short and fat senior brother only used low-level talismans, but even the low-level talismans, the temperature of the flame was much higher than that of the normal flame. After a little roasting, Lin Xiaojiu saw the water vapor constantly steaming out. After sniffing, he could still smell some fragrance. Lin Xiaojiu asked the short and fat senior brother to put it away.

"Miss, you said."

"Senior brother, please help me go to the outer door and find Mo Kong." Lin Xiaojiu squatted on the ground, using the sword of a tall senior brother, and was constantly poking the mud balls in the pit.

The sword stabbed in and took it out.

Lin Xiaojiu raised his long sword, leaned over to his nose, and sniffed it lightly on the edge of the sword. The smell Lin Xiaojiu smelled was a smell of oil and water, except for the burnt smell after the soil was roasted.

It also has the smell of honey.

Well... the fragrance comes out!

The tall senior brother was stunned: "Mo Kong?"

"It's the outer disciple you held down yesterday."

Lin Xiaojiu said casually, but the tall senior brother in front of her suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth.

Here comes... Miss, this classic autumn settlement!

But Dai Gao nodded secretly in his heart. Sure enough, Lin Xiaojiu, who was not revenge, was not the Lin Xiaojiu he knew!

The helplessness in his heart was not revealed on his face. Dai Gao nodded to Lin Xiaojiu, and then the tall senior brother flew to the residence of the outer disciples under the Zangjian Peak.

And what about the short and fat senior brother?

Seeing Lin Xiaojiu burying the soil with his sword again, it seemed... this is not familiar yet? So he asked curiously, "Miss, do you still need fire?"

Lin Xiaojiu waved his hand, "No need, I only need to steam it by myself afterwards."

Confidence, full of confidence.

This is the information that the short and fat senior brother saw from Lin Xiaojiu’s face.

And what about Lin Xiaojiu?

Her confidence is not a mess.

You should know that Lin Xiaojiu has made this dish hundreds of times, so Lin Xiaojiu is really too skilled in controlling temperature and maturity.

With an evil smile, Lin Xiaojiu curled the corners of her mouth and smiled at her short and fat senior brother: "Senior brother, I am professional in making chickens!"

"I'm always a chicken player!"

Short and fat brother: "..."

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Under the Tibetan Sword Peak, outside the dormitory of the outer disciples.

Mo Kong lowered his head and was gritting his teeth and carrying two large buckets to pour water into the large tank.

This is what the outer disciples do every day.

Mo Kong is not a traitor, and the things he does are not punishments given by the sect.

Carrying water and growing vegetables is to hone their muscles and bones.

This is the training of Yujianshan for external disciples. In other words, even if a cultivator in the Qi training stage learns basic practices and grows the Heart Sutra, he will not be able to improve his own cultivation by meditation and practice.

Only by constantly polishing muscles and bones and constantly training the essence and blood in the body into essence through exercises can the monks improve and refine spiritual energy and improve their cultivation.

And practicing Qi to build the foundation is just an introduction.

After building the foundation, you will truly enter the world of cultivation.

"Mo Kong, I'm looking for you with my senior brother!"

After picking up the water, Mo Kong, who was practicing boxing under the tree, looked up at the disciple who was shouting.

"Mokong, be careful..."

Mo Kong's popularity is not very good, but it is not bad either. A disciple who is close to him whispered, "I think the senior brother who came here was one of the senior brothers who pressed you yesterday. It is very likely that Senior Sister Lin came to settle the score..."

Mo Kong's pupils suddenly contracted when he heard this.

He didn't sleep well last night, so he was worried that Lin Xiaojiu would cause trouble.

But before going to bed, Mo Kong turned to think that Lin Xiaojiu was filming the soil for him and apologizing for him. So many people did such a thing in front of him, you can imagine that this matter was also understood.

But now, Mo Kong sighed secretly.

Sure enough, a dog is a dog.

No matter how beautiful a dog is, it is still a dog.

Human nature is difficult to change. Unless it is through life and death hardships, change one’s personality?

Oh!

Mo Kong took a deep breath, looked up and nodded to the disciple who reminded him, and thanked him.
To be continued...