peasant girl lucky star

Chapter 569 Xuanshan Palace

The glazed exhibition of the Ice Palace on the top of the mountain, the sunlight refracts dazzlingly.

Floating water flows into thousands of mountains, and grows under the feet of long-term stages.

The gate of Xuanshan Palace was hammered by masters of the Xiantian Realm.

When every palace lord dies——

Then you will hammer your life's skills into it.

Become the most indestructible defense of Xuanshan Palace.

"Mingyi, we're here."

In front of thousands of steps, Shen Yu jumped off the tiger's back, carried the man on his back, let the white tiger follow him, and walked up step by step.

Standing in front of the ten-foot-high palace gate, looking up is the same as before. Even though he is no longer that child, he still looks small in front of it.

"Yanyan, this is my teacher's door, don't you want to see it?"

There was still silence on the shoulders, Shen Yu murmured in his heart: Next time, I will not compromise again.

moment--

He shook his head again.

There will be no next time.

He will meet the master.

Master will definitely find a way.

and so--

this is the last time.

……

The crane pattern is auspicious and cloudy, and it calls tens of thousands of lives.

On the glacier, there is an old man with beard and hair, fishing with a fishing rod in his hand. In front of him, a circular ice mouth floats on the water surface. Soon a big fish bites the hook. With a little pull, a big fish weighing more than 30 kilograms dehydrates out of the water!

As soon as the old man closed his bare hand, the big fish fell into the bucket, the hook floating in the air floated, and the other hand floated, the bait fell on it, and then floated into the water again, closing his eyes and continuing fishing.

The water brought out by the big fish seemed to be suspended in the air, and disappeared in an instant.

"Palace Master, Yao Wu is back."

"Yeah." The old man snorted softly, "There are a few fish."

"Back to the palace master, the eighth article."

The old man opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the fish bucket behind him.

【Master, every year on my disciple's birthday, I have to eat the fish you cooked! 】

The old man got up, handed the fishing rod to the people around him, bent down and carried two buckets of fish, and walked on the ice.

【Master, I won't leave, why don't you want me...】

When I came back to my senses, I had already reached the kitchen.

"Palace Master, there are so many fish today? What do you want to eat?"

Seeing that it was the Palace Master, the chef hurried up to greet him, trying to take the bucket, but was avoided.

The people behind the old man silently shook their heads at the chef. The latter understood, nodded and left, and the others did the same.

【Master, when is your birthday? 】

The old man put on an apron, held a knife in his hand, and said to the people who had been following behind him: "Do you want to cook by yourself?"

Focusing on the fish in the bucket, he said, "Xiu, let's go out."

The corners of Yaosushan's lips twitched: You are the boss, you can call him whatever you like.

"what happened to him?"

After Yaosu Mountain went out, he saw the Great Elder coming towards him, and after saluting, he said, "I miss my apprentice."

Grand Elder Yao Bushan frowned: "I don't know what he thought back then, but let Xiao Wu go down the mountain, and he couldn't stop it—"

Yao Sushan didn't understand either, but he had been with the palace lord for decades, and he claimed to know him a little bit, but he didn't know what the palace lord was planning on that matter.

Yao Sushan said: "No matter what, people have come back anyway, no, they all come out to fish and come to the kitchen to cook. This is the first time in all these years."

Yao Bushan also sighed, his junior, he loved to eat when he was young, even when he was forced to be the palace lord by the previous palace lord, he didn't let go of his hobby, sneaking down the mountain to find food from time to time.

Yaobuchi cooks well, but after the incident eight years ago, he never touched it again, and he never even entered the kitchen.

"Eight years, us old guys, how many more eight years can we live?"

Yao Bushan looked in the direction of the kitchen and didn't go in anymore, sighing: "It's good that he can think about it."

(End of this chapter)