Chapter 569 Who is she talking to?

  This surprised Jing Lan, and asked casually, "How is Ruoshui Jun?"

  The disciple nodded and said, "Jun Ruoshui is in a very good mood today."

   is exceptionally good?

  I thought she was going to be angry for several days.

  He was going to see how she was in a good mood.

  Although she knelt for a day, Jing Lan was not in any serious trouble and walked as usual.

  He returned to the courtyard, but failed to find Zhen Xi as he wished, but saw the kitchen brightly lit.

   Passing through the open door, he saw Zhen Xi kneading dough on the stove.

  I still remember the last time I saw her kneading dough. It was five years ago. He won the Shushan competition, and she personally made him a bowl of noodles.

  This time, is it the same?

  Jinglan was about to push the door and enter, but suddenly heard Zhen Xi inside speak.

   "I haven't made it for a long time, the technique is a lot rusty, what should I do if it doesn't taste good?"

   Jing Lan frowned slightly, and his raised hand froze in the air.

  Who is she talking to?

  Just as he was wondering, a long figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

  That is a man.

   Jing Lan felt familiar, and then remembered that he was the man who was led into the gate by Fairy Tong during the day.

   looks beautiful, but she is thin and pale, she seems to be sick, but adds a feminine and diseased beauty, which makes people feel pity.

  I saw the man stepping up to Zhen Xi's side, staring down at her hands that were kneading the dough.

  The crisp voice sounded.

   "I have been drifting away for so many years, what I miss most is the steamed buns you made. There is no saying that it is delicious or not."

Steamed bun?

  Jinglan can't help but think back to the night Zhen Xi made noodles for him.

  He once asked her if she had ever made noodles.

  She replied that she had made steamed buns.

  He asked, for whom he had done it.

   still remembered her sullen expression at the time, and replied, "Well, there is such a person."

  It turned out that this is such a person?

  In the kitchen, under the flickering lights.

  The pair of men and women standing side by side in front of the stove has an inexplicable sense of match.

  Even if she is wearing a veil and can't see her expression, she can still feel it from the curling of her eyebrows. At this moment, she should be carrying how joyous it is.

  That joy stung Jinglan's heart.

   also aroused the jealous fire deep in his heart.

  He shakes off the absurd thoughts in his head.

  Except for himself, no one can be worthy of Master!

  He walked in directly, maliciously destroying the picturesque scene in the kitchen.

  The men and women in front of the stove looked up at the same time.

  The man looked suspicious, but Zhen Xi's eyes were full of surprise.

   Jing Lan sat on the bench casually under the gaze of two pairs of eyes, and stretched out his hand to beat his knee.

   "Kneeling for a day, the road can't move."

  He raised his head, curled his lips, and smiled charmingly at Zhenxi, "Master, the disciple is hungry, let's make a bowl of noodles for the disciple, just like the bowl five years ago."

  Zhenxi only then recovered from the astonishment, frowned displeased, and scolded, "Presumptuous! Seniors are here, who allows you to sit down at will?! Don't hurry up and see Immortal Qingheng!"

  Qing Hengxian?

Jing Lan raised his eyes and looked at the man beside Zhen Xi.

  It turned out that he was Qing Hengjun.

  Jinglan has heard of this name countless times, but has never seen it before.

  Qing Heng Jun, is a disperser of immortals.

  Xianxian, as the name implies, is to travel through the mountains and rivers, practice on their own, and not belong to any cultivator.

  It’s just that there are not many people who have succeeded in self-cultivation, and there are very few people who are well-known.

  (End of this chapter)