Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 882

The Wanxiang Tomb sounded like a good place to collect herbs, and Sang Yue was very tempted. Although the immortal officials were vague about it, as if they had something to hide, young people are like newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, and they don't know the bitterness until they hit the wall.

In order to pick the medicinal plants you want, it is worth a try no matter how hard or difficult it is.

She had spent decades in the Silent Forest, and the Wanxiang Tomb in the Immortal Realm was definitely more dangerous than it. It didn't matter, an interesting life was nothing more than thinking that you were incomparably wise and moving forward courageously.

After hanging around in Yuchen Palace for so long, it’s time for her to go out and learn a lesson, just like the last time His Majesty took her to travel to another world.

The master brings you to the door, but the practice depends on yourself.

The Immortal Master had done enough for her, and it was time for her to venture out on her own in the rest of her life... Thinking about it, her blood began to boil. After eating hot pot with the two beasts and cleaning the warm room, they entered the space to pick vegetables to replenish the fresh vegetables in the east kitchen.

Sang Yue was refining medicine in the alchemy room in the west hall. Most of the medicinal plants here were bought for her from Xiaojing by Meng Ji and He Yu, and there was also an alchemy furnace and cauldron.

Some medicinal plants were planted in the space, and she could just pick them and prepare them with her mind. The refined pills and potions were placed in another room for everyone to use. Of course, she would definitely keep some in the space for backup.

A pharmacist who doesn’t have inventory is failing.

In short, when refining medicine outside, use the furnace and cauldron outside; when refining in space, use the two original furnaces and cauldrons. Make the best use of everything and never waste anything. After refining all the medicinal plants for a few days, I came out and saw that the sky was clear.

On a winter night when everything is silent, the sky is covered in snow, the stars are shining, and the sky is exceptionally clear and blue.

Being in such a quiet night, the restless mind becomes exceptionally peaceful.

The two beasts were sleeping soundly beside the alchemy furnace that was emitting a wave of heat. They smacked their lips from time to time, as if they were dreaming of something delicious. When they thought of food, they suddenly felt hungry, but it was too late to cook now.

When she felt hungry, her limbs were already weak. She couldn't wait any longer and quickly took a fresh and hot fasting pill.

My stomach was instantly filled with warmth and my hunger was gone.

Now I am in the mood to cook. It is most pleasant to go to the mountain on a quiet winter night, enjoy the snow scenery while tasting warm tea and fruit snacks.

The fruits were taken out of the space. Aman and Aqi picked a lot that night, leaving half for the east and west kitchens respectively.

The snacks were all made by magic, including glutinous rice cakes made by her using fruit juice mixed with glutinous rice flour, and soft and sticky pumpkin cakes. While A-Man and A-Qi were asleep, she took out the nuts and preserved fruits they usually made to go with the wine.

Bring the tea table carved by the immortal, carry a lantern at midnight, and walk on the snow without leaving any traces.

What he never expected was that when he was about to reach the cliff facing the magnificent scenery of the fairy mountain, he was shocked to find that someone had already got there first. He was wearing a white robe whiter than snow, and his silver hair was shining like a waterfall, falling down his broad back.

Isn't the Immortal Master in seclusion? !
Sang Yue, who had completely put herself in the shoes of a poor worker, shrank back, and her instinct to not say hello to her boss prompted her to turn around and sneak back. But she stopped halfway, thought about it, and then walked forward listlessly.

When I came behind him and confirmed that he was drinking instead of meditating, I whispered:
"Your Highness?"

"Did I do something to make you misunderstand and dislike me, so you want to stay away from me?" The Immortal Venerable asked without turning his head. His tone was always gentle, and no ups and downs of emotions such as joy and anger could be heard.

"No, no." Knowing that she could not hide her actions from him, Sang Yue came to his side awkwardly. Not daring to use etiquette to show her alienation, she stretched out her hand and summoned a big stone to brush off the snow and sit down.

"After all, you are the master of a palace, and even more so the Immortal Lord of a realm. You are my leader both emotionally and logically. Who wouldn't be scared to meet a leader? Of course, I will avoid meeting you if I can. I really don't mean any other thing."

Not wanting to argue with him about this issue, she quickly put out the tea table and fruit snacks: "I just made some snacks and fruit wine, would you like to try some?"

She is not a professional in making these, and thinks the taste is just average, ok for daily cravings, but far from delicious. As for whether it suits his taste, it depends on fate, if it suits him, he can try two more pieces, if not, he can just drink tea.

Although only wine and fruit snacks were prepared, tea was ready and the water could be boiled directly by adding some Qingchuan water.

She put out the small stove, the charcoal fire was red, and placed the pottery pot filled with water on it. When she thought of making tea, she decided to reject the fruit wine she had prepared earlier. The fruit wine was turbid and strong, and it was not suitable for the pure and spotless body of the Immortal.

The water in the pot gurgled. The Immortal Lord, who was originally gazing at the distant scenery, fixed his gaze on her and watched her quietly as she began to brew tea unhurriedly.

Her movements were extremely non-standard, not in line with the tea ceremony of the mortal world, and even more inconsistent with the standard process popular in the fairyland. When she was in the mortal world, she was impatient and swallowed her food without paying attention to the taste.

Mainly because she was busy, she had no time to savor carefully. Unless her agent asked her to know the taste and essence of a dish, she developed a habit over time. She would only focus on a task or homework.

Otherwise, she would be too lazy to follow all the rules and would act as she pleases without any rules.

"Do you want to go back to your hometown?" he asked suddenly.

Hmm? Suddenly hearing the word "hometown", Sang Yue looked up in astonishment and looked into his clear and pure eyes. His eyes were warm, just like the figure in the distant memory. He couldn't bear to see that she didn't know the taste of the three meals a day, but only knew how to have enough food.

"Would you like to eat something fresh?" he asked as he sat with her on the stairwell.

When she heard this, she suspected that he was an undercover sent by the rival to ruin her voice. But then she thought, if he cooperated with her, once he succeeded, everyone in the world would know him. Wouldn't that be more valuable than ruining her voice?
So I took a risk and went out with him to hang out for a while.

"I don't want to," Sang Yue lowered her eyes, retracted her thoughts and continued to make tea, "Most of the people in the mortal world return to their roots and hometowns, which is probably a way of returning home in glory. What's the point of me taking the two curses back with me? Is it revenge on society?"

That's right, you have good self-awareness. The Immortal Venerable couldn't help laughing, turned away and continued to look into the distance.

Sang Yue brewed tea, one cup for each person, and laid out snacks, nuts, and other items. But in this icy and snowy weather, wouldn't it be more pleasant to drink a cup of warm, fragrant milk tea? So she put out another ceramic pot and started to make fruity milk tea.

Seeing that she was getting busier and busier and seemed to have no end in sight, the Immortal Venerable speechlessly picked up the cup of tea in front of him and sipped it slowly.

When she put out a few freshly-made pills for him to try, he picked up one and tasted it one by one.

The evaluation of her was that if she applied the concentration and ingenuity she put into alchemy to cooking, she might be able to make snacks and teas taste better.

This means that the medicine she made tastes better than the snacks she made.

As for the efficacy of the medicine, sorry, it doesn't work on him. Never mind, she didn't expect it to work on him anyway. Of course, it's not a waste. The Immortal Venerable would take medicine when he was injured, and sooner or later she would be able to refine a pill that would be effective for the Immortal Venerable.

After all the food and drinks were ready, she finally had some free time, slowly savoring the hot milk tea in one hand and the salty snack in the other.

The stars and the moon are lonely, and the ground is desolate and silent.

The sight of the snow-capped areas and the graceful branches of the trees standing quietly form a scene in themselves, and everything in front of you seems to emit a faint silver glow.

"I won't be in seclusion recently, so just do whatever you want." The Immortal Lord said in a calm voice.