Chapter 145 Zizhu Ground Pot Chicken

Yan Qingyan's face turned pale slightly. She avoided Elder Changfeng's gaze and looked down at her toes.

Although she is only ten years old, she has already reached the third level of Qi training. She has been exposed to Taoism since she was a child and is not an ignorant child. At this time, she feels a little upset.

What difference does it make whether you ask or not? If this elder gets angry and changes his mind, will other elders accept him?

Definitely impossible!

Yan Qingyan thought about it again and again, and finally plucked up the courage to raise her head.

"Please also ask the leader and elders not to blame Qing Yan for being rude."

After bowing to the headmaster and the elders, she continued:

"My little girl has also studied a lot of Taoist books since she was a child. She knows that different spiritual roots correspond to different exercises and cultivation experiences. The disciple just asked is for my own selfish reasons. I hope to find a teacher with similar spiritual roots. Please forgive me for any rudeness and offence.

forgive."

First, he apologized politely, and then explained his own considerations. He neither chose to apologize blindly and concealed it nor was he arrogant and did not know how to advance or retreat. This was very rare in the eyes of Head Chang Hao.

Elder Changfeng was not angry at first, he just wanted to see how this little girl named Yan Qingyan would respond. If the other party chose to hide it, his decision would not change, but the impression would definitely not be as good as it is now.

"I am the master of Lingshui Peak. My name is Changfeng. The disciples under the peak often practice water spiritual power."

He answered Yan Qingyan's previous question seriously, and then asked again.

"Would you like to become a disciple?"

Yan Qingyan originally liked Lingshui Peak, but now that the master of Lingshui Peak takes him so seriously, he immediately knelt down without hesitation: "Disciple Yan Qingyan, bow down to Master!"

Elder Changfeng exhaled a breath.

It's hard to find a famous teacher, but it's also hard to find a good disciple. He is very satisfied with this disciple.

"You can get up and retreat first, and you can follow the sect's arrangements later."

Yan Qingyan respectfully said yes and then returned to the team.

In the last group of ten people, except for Lian Zi, a total of three people were accepted as disciples.

Li Ran was chosen as the third disciple by Elder Xiang due to his dual spiritual roots of fire and wood. There was also a seven-year-old boy with three spiritual roots named Qingxiang who was accepted as a registered disciple by Elder Fayi; the others were accepted based on their qualifications and

The expressions of asking one's mind are divided into inner and outer gates respectively.

Generally speaking, the results of this special recruitment were pretty good. Head Chang Hao himself did not accept direct disciples because he was busy with clan affairs, and only accepted two named disciples;

In addition to Lianzi, Elder Fayi also accepted two named disciples; Elder Xiang accepted Li and then also accepted a named disciple with three spiritual roots;

Elder Changfeng, on the other hand, in addition to Yan Qingyan, who has outstanding dual spiritual root qualifications, he also accepted a female disciple named Hua Tong who has a single water spiritual root. Her bone age is just over six years old, and she has not yet introduced Qi into her body. She is simply measured by his Lingshui peak.

In addition, he also selected three old disciples from the inner sect to be registered. Those who were originally unwilling to accept disciples finally looked like they had enough disciples.

The sect's special recruitment was successfully concluded, and due to the introduction of new disciples, the Qingyun Sect became a little more lively than before. It was not until more than ten days later that the excitement calmed down a little.

On Langhuan Peak, Qinghua Daojun went into seclusion. Before the retreat, he specifically told Fu Yu to practice well in the sect, not to go out, and not to disturb her unless there was something urgent.

Seeing the rare joy on her face, Fu Yu was also very happy to know that she was making progress in her practice. After all, every step in her practice was difficult.

In order not to cause trouble to her master, she stayed quietly in her small courtyard. In addition to practicing, she also burned formation flags and formation disks. She also had Song Li and Xiao Huo accompanying her for fun, so she felt that her life was passing by very quickly.

In a flash, we have arrived at the end of September, which happens to be Fu Yu's birthday. After today, she will be thirteen years old.

Buddhists don't actually pay much attention to birthdays, but when Fu Yu was wandering around in his childhood, he was always envious when he saw other children celebrating their birthdays, so whenever it was his birthday, he would try his best to have a good meal regardless of whether it was his birthday or not, and the habit has remained.

Come down.

She couldn't go down to the peak, but fortunately, Langhuan Peak was very big, and there was no shortage of various spiritual materials on the peak. So that day, when the morning light showed slightly, she first ran to the forest and shot two second-level stilt chickens, and then caught another

A spiritual rabbit picked another handful of spiritual mushrooms and a few spiritual fruits before giving up.

Although the monks have already fasted, it is actually beneficial to the monks to use food with spiritual energy. However, spiritual materials are difficult to obtain, and cooking food takes time. It is not as trouble-free and convenient as fasting pills, so it is like having extra spiritual stones.

Monks also choose to take elixirs.

Fu Yu used to go to the mountains to hunt and make food when he was a casual cultivator. Instead, he was busy cultivating after joining the sect and hadn't done it for a long time. Now he was taking a break from his busy schedule and looking for an honest excuse to have a good meal.

Since there was no one else living in the courtyard anyway, Fu Yu simply moved the pot to the stream in the courtyard and set it up with two big rocks, so that it could be used.

Boil the two tall chickens and the rabbit in a large pot of boiling water, pluck the feathers and clean the internal organs, and put them aside in a clean basin.

Then he took out the seasoning that had been idle for a long time from the corner of the storage ring, cut the unripe green fruit that he picked in half, squeezed out the light green juice into the bowl of seasoning, and then poured the seasoning into the bowl with a small spoon.

Mix well with juice.

Fu Yu had eaten this kind of spiritual fruit several times. It was sweet and juicy when ripe. When picking, he saw that the unripe green fruit hanging on the branches also had a very strange and rich fragrance. Fu Yu picked one and now suddenly had a whim.

I plan to make charcoal roasted chicken.

The seasoning is ready, take out a fatter tall chicken, use a knife to make a few more finger-deep cuts on the chicken breast and thighs, spread the prepared juice evenly on the inside and outside of the chicken, and finally use the prepared chicken

Wrap the chicken tightly with purple bamboo leaves, tie it with wire and put it aside.

Fu Yu picked the purple bamboo leaves directly from the entrance of the courtyard. He was looking for a large bamboo that was nearly a century old. A single leaf was wider than Fu Yu's two hands. It would not be difficult to wrap a tall chicken with a few more leaves.

When everything was ready, she poured half a pot of water into the pot. Since she couldn't find fresh ginger, she had to use the remaining dried ginger instead. Finally, she put a complete tall chicken in and closed the lid.

Fire started.

The wood for the fire was the dead branches of the second-order Jiangyun jujube tree. As soon as the small flame created by Fu Yu's spiritual power came into contact with the dead branches, the fire burned instantly. After a quarter of an hour, Fu Yu burned the chicken that had been wrapped in purple bamboo leaves.

Once the fire was going strong, I stuffed a few thick dead branches into it, then let it simmer slowly.

When bursts of meaty aroma came from the pot, Songli and Xiaohuo, who had disappeared early in the morning, finally ran into the courtyard gate. As soon as they entered, they circled around the pot filled with smoke and wanted to take off the lid.

good.

“Zizhu Ground Pot Chicken, Little Friendly Craftsmanship”

A sudden voice came from the entrance of the courtyard.
Chapter completed!