Chapter 569 Who Is She Talking To?

This surprised Jinglan and asked casually, "How is Ruosuijun feeling?"

The disciple nodded and said, "Wakasui-kun is in a particularly good mood today."

Extraordinarily good?

I thought she would be angry for several days again.

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

Although he had been kneeling for a whole day, Jinglan was fine and still walked as usual.

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

Through the crack of the ajar 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 when he won the competition in Shushan and she made him a bowl of noodles with her own hands.

Is it the same this time?

Jing Lan was about to push the door open when he suddenly heard Zhen Xi speaking inside.

"I haven't made it for a long time, and my 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 mid-air.

Who is she talking to?

Just when he was wondering, a tall figure suddenly appeared in his sight.

That's a man.

Jinglan felt familiar, and then remembered that he was the man who was led into the mountain gate by the fairy boy during the day.

She has a delicate appearance, but her body is slender and her face is pale, as if she is suffering from illness, which adds an extra touch of feminine and morbid beauty, which makes people look at her with pity.

The man walked towards Zhen Xi and stared down at her hands kneading the dough.

A clear voice then sounded.

"After so many years of wandering around, what I miss the most is the steamed buns you made. How can I say whether they taste good or not?"

Steamed bun?

Jinglan couldn't help but recall the night when 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 who he had done it for.

I still remember her disappointed expression at that time, and she replied, "Well, there is such a person."

So, is he this kind of person?

In the kitchen, under the flickering light.

The man and woman standing side by side in front of the stove had an inexplicable sense of matching.

Even though she was wearing a veil and couldn't see her expression clearly, you could still feel from the curves of her eyebrows how happy she was at this moment.

That joy stung Jinglan's heart.

It also aroused the jealousy deep in his heart.

He shook the ridiculous thoughts from his head.

No one is worthy of Master except yourself!

He kicked in the door and maliciously destroyed the picturesque and beautiful scene in the kitchen.

The man and woman in front of the stove raised their heads at the same time.

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

Under the gaze of two pairs of eyes, Jing Lan sat on the bench as if nothing had happened, and stretched out his hand to beat his knees.

"I knelt for a whole day and couldn't walk anymore."

He raised his head, raised his lips, and smiled seductively at Zhen Xi, "Master, I'm hungry. Please make me a bowl of noodles, just like the bowl five years ago."

Zhen Xi recovered from the shock, frowned in displeasure, and scolded, "How presumptuous! Senior is here, who allows you to sit down wherever you want?! Why don't you get up and pay homage to Immortal Qingheng!"

Immortal Qingheng?

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

It turns out that he is Lord Qingheng.

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

Lord Qingheng is a loose immortal.

Loose immortals, as the name suggests, travel around the mountains and rivers, practice on their own, and do not belong to any immortal cultivating sect.

It’s just that not many people have succeeded in practicing on their own, and even fewer can become household names.