[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

Chapter 68

I saw the disciple of the Songshan sect holding his sword against Liu Zhengfeng's eldest son's vest: "Liu Zhengfeng, if you ask for mercy, follow us to Songshan to meet the leader of the left alliance, and beg him personally."

Liu Zhengfeng smiled miserably: "Son, are you afraid of death?"

His eldest son said: "My child is not afraid!"

The Songshan disciple said: "Kill him!" He killed him with a sword.Liu Zhengfeng's wife rushed forward, and the disciple said: "Kill it!"

Liu's wife also died.Master Hengshan Dingyi tried to stop him but was repelled and left.That Songshan disciple Lu Bai said: "Kill again!"

Qu Feiyan hammered at the transparent barrier bitterly: "Stop!" However, he still couldn't shake it a single bit.

What should I do!

Lu Bai also killed Liu Qin, Liu Zhengfeng's daughter.

"This is a dream... This is my dream..." Qu Feiyan suddenly closed his eyes, "My dreams are all things I have experienced, and the scenes that come out now are all my past..."

"So, what I firmly believe..." She put her hand on the transparent barrier: "Lu Bai is dead, Lu Bai died suddenly..."

However, the killing of Hengshan disciples continued.

"It's not right, it's too difficult." Qu Feiyan opened his eyes, sweat dripping from his head.She has already discovered the problem. In her impression, Lu Bai is still alive and well, so no matter how hard she thinks now, she can't convince herself.

and so……

Qu Feiyan closed his eyes again.After a while, a long sword suddenly appeared in the field, and the long sword rose into the air, killing the unsuspecting Lu Bai with a single blow.Before everyone in Songshan could react, the sword killed other Songshan disciples one by one.

Qu Feiyan felt that his hands were empty, as if the barrier had melted.A sense of weightlessness came, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in the carriage.There was no movement in the carriage, it seemed that it had stopped.

She lifted the curtain of the car and stumbled out.

"Master?"

This is a small forest, and the temperature in early autumn is very comfortable.Her master was sitting with his back to her, as if he was cooking something.The air is full of sweet and greasy fragrance.

...the juvenile version of Master.

"Feifei?" Yan Qingping, who was not as tall as his apprentice, turned his head when he heard the voice, "You're awake."

"Master! Why are you getting smaller again?" Qu Feiyan walked to him and sat down.

"I can't help it. Getting bigger consumes your adoptive father's internal energy too much." Yan Qingping stirred the pot with a small spoon, "Are you okay? You slept all morning."

"One morning? I thought it was only for a short while..." Qu Feiyan murmured.

"The time is different in the dream and outside the dream." Fang Siming's figure appeared from the forest, holding a handful of fruits in his arms.

"By the way. Congratulations on passing the test." Fang Siming walked over, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to touch Qu Feiyan's small head, "Hair is all messed up."

"I'll cook, you two talk." Yan Qingping happily took the fruit.After choosing some useful ones, he picked up the two pheasants lying at his feet and walked towards the river.

"Father?" Qu Fei looked at Fang Siming eagerly.

"Have you thought about it, do you really want to learn the art of attracting dreams?" Fang Siming lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down where Yan Qingping was sitting just now.

"If I have learned the dream drawing technique, can I learn anything else?" Qu Feiyan tilted her head.

"Naturally." Fang Siming studied Yan Qingping's pot and began to stir it for him, "As long as you know how to do it."

"I want to learn the art of attracting dreams. I also ask my adoptive father to teach me." Qu Feiyan changed from sitting to kneeling.

"It doesn't need to be like this. It's just that you have to think about it. The dreamer suffers from himself. After learning this way, he may be affected by the past of others. You have to keep your heart and not indulge in dreams that symbolize the past."

"I understand, foster father. I've already thought about it."

"Okay, I'll teach you how to get started now."

When Yan Qing came back with two treated chickens, he saw a very warm scene.

Fang Siming is helping Qu Feiyan comb her hair.His slender, fair fingers deftly interspersed through the girl's long black hair, outlining the delicate hairstyle little by little.

Those hands who had held swords and hidden weapons, prepared strange poisons and Gu, performed piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and held wine cups and folding fans, finally braided the girl's long hair.

Yan Qingping leaned against the tree, eyes drooping, and smiled softly.

……Um?what smell?

oh!my jam! !Boiled! ! !

……

A small jar of jam was rescued in the end.The bright red wild strawberry jam has a sweet fragrance that can fascinate people, and it was put away by Yan Qingping's treasure.

Two chickens, one and a half roasted with wild fruit and honey.For the remaining half, Yan Qingping added a handful of rice and some wild vegetables to make porridge.The three of them sat on the ground, which was quite interesting.

... Qu Feiyan admired her master for being able to find so many bottles and jars.

"Master's cooking is delicious!" Qu Feiyan praised repeatedly.

"Your master still has this ability." The young Taoist squatted aside and was busy, "I'll have to clean up the pots and dishes in a while."

"Yeah." Qu Feiyan nodded.

Fang Siming was very satisfied with this lunch without vegetables.Without any pressure, he handed over the job of washing the dishes to Qu Feiyan, who was still struggling with the chicken legs. He washed his hands comfortably, and sat next to Xiaoqingyuan.

"This is?"

"The yogurt I mentioned before. It's been made a long time ago, and it's been kept here." Yan Qingping took out three glass bowls, and scooped out the yogurt with a spoon from a large clay pot.Fill each bowl with [-]% thick yogurt.

"Siming, ice." Yan Qingping stuffed Fang Siming with a small bowl of water.

"You will save trouble." Fang Siming's inner strength turned, and the water in the small bowl condensed into ice.He also thoughtfully shook the ice into small pieces of the same size.

"It's so convenient." Yan Qingping divided half of the ice into one bowl, and put the remaining half into the two bowls equally.

"This is mine?" Fang Siming moved his position slightly, and sat behind Yan Qingping so that he could wrap his arms around the leader of the trail, and then pointed to the one with a lot of ice.

"Good idea, that's mine."

"You're getting smaller, so you can't eat more ice." Fang Siming hugged Xiaodao's long soft waist, lowered his upper body by the way, and put his chin on his head.

"I can eat bigger. Don't think about it, it's autumn, you can't eat so much ice. Anyway, it's sweet, you don't like it." Yan Qingping kept his head still so that Fang Siming could lie comfortably, and closed the yogurt jar , took out the jam jar and started putting jam in the bowl.

Add two spoons of jam to the bowl with more ice, and three spoons to the bowl with less ice.Yan Qingping picked up the last bowl of Shaobing: "Siming, how many spoonfuls do you want?"

Fang Siming said: "I don't like sweets."

Yan Qingping raised his hand silently, and fed Fang Siming a mouthful of strawberry jam with his backhand.Fang Siming tasted it: "Two spoonfuls."

Oh, because I don't like sweets.Yan Qingping added three spoonfuls of jam.Of course Yan Qingping has to tolerate his lover's duplicity.

Sure enough, seeing that he added three spoonfuls, Fang Siming didn't object at all.

After stirring the three bowls of yogurt ice, Yan Qingping flicked the sleeves of his Taoist robe and put it in his backpack: "I'll eat it after I digest it."

"Don't hide it?" Fang Siming was talking about the backpack.

"I didn't intend to hide it." Yan Qingping pushed Fang Siming's chin up, leaned back, and leaned into Fang Siming's arms.

"Master, father-in-law, are you two tired?" Qu Feiyan, who had finished cleaning the pots and bowls, saw the two of them sticking together again, and felt his teeth hurt.

"Not greasy." The two said in unison, Qu Feiyan bared his teeth as he watched tacitly.

"I'm going to watch Master do tricks for you." Yan Qingping leaned lazily, without straightening his waist, and put the tableware back into his backpack with a single finger.

"Wow, Master, can I learn this?" Qu Feiyan hopped a few steps over and stood next to Fang Siming.

"Haha, don't think about it." Yan Qingping pinched the face of the apprentice next to him very unconscionably.

Fang Siming moved quietly, freeing one arm to carefully embrace his daughter.Yan Qingping sensed his thoughts and moved to the other side cooperatively.In this way, Fang Siming has one in each hand.

Fang Siming thought, it's good to be small, he can actually put one arm around the little Taoist priest and the other around his little daughter...

Fang Siming was not used to having a soft young girl so close to him for the first time.Even if he was idle in the afternoon, he simply patted Qu Feiyanxu's little head leaning on him: "Now I will teach you the method of attracting dreams. You don't need to exercise, just memorize it."

"Yes." Qu Feiyan tentatively relaxed a little, Fang Siming comforted her and pressed her head down, finally letting her really lean on it instead of just floating in the air.

Yan Qingping narrowed his eyes lazily when he heard that they were starting to teach Yinmeng.

To fuck the dreamer suffers.

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