Ningxia asked Ah Mian, why didn’t he cook even though he had rice?

A Fun said timidly, "In the past, my grandfather cooked, but later, my grandfather got sick, so I could only make a slut."

Ningxia felt pity, "I'll do it in the future."

He quickly took the rice, washed it, and let it stand.

I turned to the vegetable bed and picked green and red peppers and leeks.

Seeing that the lard in the clay pot had solidified, he washed the iron pot and stuffed the rice.

Soon, the fragrant rice was out of the pot, and Ah Mi couldn't help swallowing.

Ningxia put three large bowls, each with a large spoonful of lard, and mixed with salt to move it away.

The grease and the taste of rice floated out, and Ah Mian could no longer stand firmly, and Ningxia, who was so cruel, couldn't help but move her index finger.

"I'll bring a bowl to Grandpa, Brother Jun will wait for me."

Xiao A-Dian rushed to the west wing with a bowl of rice and handed it in through the window.

As soon as Xiao A-Din arrived, a thin hand stretched out from the window and grabbed the bowl.

Ah Dun ran back, Ningxia raised the lard bibimbap in his hand, no one needed to order it, Xiao Ah Dun turned his head and pierced his face into the bowl.

A large bowl of rice was in less than twenty breaths.

The movement in the west wing was faster, and Duoduo knocked on the window.

Xiao A-Din rushed over and ran back quickly, "Grandma still... wants..."

Ningxia quickly mixed three more bowls...

In less than half an hour, a large pot of rice was divided up by three people, leaving only a thick layer of rice below.

Ningxia shoveled out the rice with crumbs, washed the pot, dried it, and added meat oil, and stir-fried two large plates of oil residue, leeks, oil residue, green pepper.

The three of them swept away the last pot of rice with two plates of fragrant sprinkles.

Xiao Ahmin had never eaten such delicious food. Her little belly was full and it was difficult to walk.

I wanted to help Ningxia clean up the pots and dishes, but I couldn't even bend my waist.

Ningxia waved her away, looked at the only pottery bowl of lard left, and sighed secretly, when will this bitter day end?

It’s not that he had thought about escaping, but he was not familiar with the place and was a human race. It was the worst way to escape rashly.

What he urgently needs now is to untie the two entangled rainbow bridges and restore his strength.

The next morning, while he was on the ground with Xiao A-Ding, he quietly fled to the distance and committed suicide.

He hoped that the Phoenix Balance could solve this problem, but after rebirth, the two rainbow bridges in his body were still entangled with each other.

The final effort also failed, and Ningxia could only live in the Xiao family for the time being.

In a blink of an eye, three months passed, and the days of the farmhouse were in the small courtyard, and Ningxia was in an unexpected and comfortable life.

I get up early and go to the fields to work every day, come back late and clean the vegetable garden, and cook dinner.

In my spare time, I accompanied Xiao Amin to tell a few stories and played a few games of five-piece chess. The sky is high and the clouds are light and the lovesickness is far away. The moon is white and the wind is clear and forget the passing years.

If you focus on it, it would be nice to go on like this.

But Ningxia cannot forget Qin Keqing, who is still locked in the White Bird Tower of the Great Emperor Yuan Temple.

"Haha, both sides are three, brother, you can't stop it, I won again..."

A Dun jumped up after falling a triangular wood-grained chess piece on the crisscrossing chessboard.

Ningxia smiled and accepted the defeat.

He was amazed at Xiao Adi's pure personality, almost without any impurities, and even pity her for her poor days.

This kind of barrenness is not only about life, but more about spirituality.

After hearing from Ah Mian, she couldn't say a few words a year before Ningxia came.

Grandpa is in poor health, rarely leaves the house, and rarely talks to her.

Most of the time, she either worked in the fields, paid the land taxes provided to the yamen, or sat alone at the door of her home, looking into the distance in a daze.

The arrival of Ningxia has added too much color to her blank days.

She learned how to cook, cook, and play chess with Ningxia. Occasionally, Ningxia would teach her to recognize words.

Xiao A-Dun is so talented that Ningxia has never heard of, and he has the ability to remember everything he sees.

Xiao A-Din could remember the human language he taught without a second time.

Teaching and learning together all day long, Ningxia is also enjoying itself.

However, the two rainbow bridges entangled in the body showed no signs of being untied, making Ningxia increasingly anxious.

But life still has to go on.

The Xuanting Demon Realm has sufficient spiritual power, without the cold winter, and sufficient light.

The seedlings planted two months ago have now been eared and have not applied any fertilizer at all, and the rise is amazingly good.

When I have nothing to do, Ningxia likes to lie on the ridge of the field, smell the fragrant rice fragrance, and look at the white clouds in the sky. It seems that only in this way can we temporarily forget the trouble in our hearts.

At noon that day, Ningxia couldn't sleep, so she ran to a ridge of the field and lay down. The warm wind blew away all the idle worries.

Ningxia was soon drowsy, and suddenly, a faint sound of reciting came from her ears. Ningxia's eyes suddenly opened, and he clearly heard the sound of gods and demons.

The sound is Xiao A-Ding.

How could a girl from the bottom of the demon clan have the sound of gods and demons?

Ningxia was extremely surprised. While listening carefully, she translated the sound of gods and demons recited by the little girl into a gods and demon text, and engraved it in the sea of ​​consciousness with her divine consciousness.

But the little girl spoke too fast, and gradually Ningxia could not keep up with the speed, so she gave up burning.

He began to translate the gods and demons in the sea of ​​consciousness into Chinese characters, and translated several intermittent lines of text.

After sorting out these words, Ning Xia was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

What the little girl read was the words in the "Bianguan Eight Locks" technique.

The Gathering Basuo is also the supreme secret method among the demon clan. How could Xiao A-Dun, a little girl with a rural household registration, recite it?

Ningxia is wondering, and the little girl is still continuing to recite.

I have never heard of the contents recited later in Ningxia.

All he mastered was a lock that closed the eight locks, and he didn't have any other magic tricks at all.

He hated that the sound bead he had prepared had sent it out in order to cheat Chen Kun.

Now he has no sound-taking in the space of consciousness, so he can only use his own stupid methods to burn the god-demon texts recited by the little girl.

Although he has achieved success in practicing the magical and demonic texts, he cannot accurately translate them based on the sound.

You can only burn words that he can understand in the sea of ​​consciousness, and you can only use spaces instead if you don’t understand.

The little girl recited for nearly half an hour before she stopped.

After finishing the recitation, the little girl jumped and left.

Ningxia has tried to speak out several times. After all, it is not a glorious act to eavesdrop on the little girl's secret method like this.

But he was afraid of disturbing "Grandpa".

It can be imagined that this secret method of keeping the Basuo must have been taught to the little girl by Grandpa.

Since my grandfather understands this secret method, he is definitely not a simple person.

In addition, Ningxia predicted that the Grandpa knew his human identity. If he knew that he had stole and blocked the secret method of Eight Locks, he would have to kill and silence him.

Therefore, Ningxia could only extinguish the idea of ​​obtaining and closing the secret method of Eight Locks from Xiao A-Ding.

Unexpectedly, three days later, he was enjoying the cool under the rice again, and the little girl's voice came again.

Ningxia couldn't help but turn over and sit up, and appeared in front of the little girl.

The little girl covered her head with a hat. He couldn't see the little girl's expression, but from her little hand clenched the corner of her clothes, she could see the little girl's crampage.

"Little Ahm, did you find me that day?"

There is no other explanation other than that.

The little girl nodded, "I heard my elder brother's breathing, and I seemed very excited when I heard my elder brother, so I knew that I was very useful to my elder brother.

But my grandfather didn't let me recite these to the third person, so..."

"So you pretend you don't know I'm eavesdropping and deliberately recite it to me?"

Ningxia's nose was slightly sore, and she walked closer and patted the little girl's thin shoulders gently, "Listen to Grandpa, brother doesn't listen. Do you know what you are carrying?"

The little girl shook her head, "I have memorized it for several years before I can recite it all. Grandpa asked me to try and review it, don't forget."

Ningxia secretly praised her. The little girl was memorizing irregular and strange tones with her extraordinary memory.

Ningxia could not imagine what kind of perseverance and talent it would take to record the irregular and strange tones that lasted half an hour.
To be continued...