Chapter 14: The murder caused by roast chicken.

Heyan Mountain is not far from Luoxian Jianzong. The mountains are rugged. From the outside, the mountain is bare and steep, without the slightest feeling of greenness. However, two years ago, it was still a lush and luxuriant mountain, which is different from the name. Far away-the origin of the name of this mountain is only a hundred years ago, a Taoist named Heyan Taoist who emerged here due to various chances, and later generations changed its name to Heyan Mountain in memory of him.
Two years ago, a group of guinea pig beasts appeared from the inside, like locusts crossing the border, gnawing up all the vegetation on the mountain, making it impossible for the small cultivating family that once lived on the mountain to survive. After trying several times on their own and failing to get rid of this group of guinea pigs, they had to pass the outer door to Sword Sect Luo Xian, but because they could not get more rewards, they waited for nearly two months before waiting. Here comes Lin Zhizhi.
Lin Zhizhi did not live up to their expectations, and astonishingly killed the group of guinea pigs with a set of basic swordsmanship. The guinea pigs were only low-level monsters, medium-sized, sharp claws and fangs, but their fur was soft. Strong offense and weak defense, love to swallow food. Really fighting with people, a slightly higher-level disciple in the Qi refining period can slaughter all the beasts in a mountain. The trouble is that there are many beasts and it takes a lot of time.
After the first wave of cleaning, Lin Zhizhi came again, with a small fan beside him.
The dough ring is filled with all kinds of chicken, duck and other raw materials, full of ambition to roast the best chicken (...) for the savior to enjoy.
Feng Qin didn't look at this glamorous autumn environment, and found a place to sit there, obediently watching Lin Zhizhi shuttle between the guinea pigs, applauding and cheering from time to time: "Great! Great!"
At this time, he looked like a very cute little brother, and he could have fulfilled Lin Zhizhi’s idea of ​​wanting a younger brother since he was a child. It is also because of Feng Qin’s soft cuteness in front of him that Lin Zhizhi has not always been in favor of him. Those attitudes shown are too real.
Something like touching, begging for a hug, even if it is a secret love, may also be the yearning of the younger brother towards the elder brother. In other words, Lin Zhizhi did not treat Feng Qin as a real "man", but as a child.
Little dough, how cute to hug and hug.
This is also why Lin Zhizhi did not treat Feng Qin as far away as he did to Su Yu. In his thinking, Su Yu is a special case after all.
Although Feng Qin has reached a sensible age based on human age, many people have already married wives at this age. But the particularity of the demon cultivator made him seem quite naive, both physically and mentally.
It took him a long time to understand Lin Zhizhi's attitude, and he worked hard to make Lin Zhizhi treat him as a man. And now Feng Qin was able to follow Lin Zhizhi, accompany him, and marvel at his swordsmanship—well, although he didn't understand what genre it was! But what Lin Zhizhi used must be the top method in the world! Already rushed to be extremely satisfied.
Xiao Dianzi held a big face in his heart: Hehehehe, the person I fancy is good-looking, this sword is sharp=v=...Fuck, this mouse is so lucky! It could almost touch his chest! I am not convinced! I also want to rub QAQ......
The expression on his face kept changing with the fluttering corners of the boy's clothes. Until the sky dimmed, Lin Zhizhi put away the demon grass, looked at the sword in his hand with beast blood with an indescribable disgusting face, and directly discarded it aside and walked towards Feng Qin.
Xiao Dianzi tilted his head inexplicably and asked, "Why not?"
Lin Zhizhi said indifferently: "The iron sword bought by the Foreign Sect's handyman shop was stained with blood."
He couldn't bear to use the Zizhu sword given by the master and the natal spirit sword that he had worn since childhood to kill rats! We are rich and willful!
Feng Qin's eyes lit up, and he twisted and said, "Can you...give me...?"
After a good demon world supreme, he looked like a poor boy who had never seen the world, staring at the things left behind and wanted to collect.
"..."
Lin Zhizhi frowned and patted his head: "If you want it, I will give you a better one another day."
Feng Qin nodded suddenly, then took out a complete chicken and spices from Qiankun Ring, and excitedly said to the boy around him: "Are you hungry?"
Lin Zhizhi replied hesitantly: "...En."
Hearing this, the servants have always brought food to feed, and even the little phoenix, who had been coaxed by his parents, lit up a pinch of spiritual fire at his fingertips with joy. With a finger in the air, the fire stayed on the ground and burned. .
This fire is not like a worldly fire, it has not touched the ground at all, and the cold white outer flame is shining with agile light.
Feng Qin picked up his spiritual power, and the wind blew the naked chicken he bought to float on the flames, and the raging sparks swallowed the chicken.
Lin Zhizhi sat opposite him and didn't speak, the flames blazingly reflected the perfect profile of the young man, both far and near.
Feng Qin only glanced at it, and felt his heart beating fast, and remembered the way he saw this person walking towards him...
Be thrilled.
Xiao Dianzi blushed, added a handful of spices to the roast chicken, and then added another handful (...). He thought about it, but he didn't really understand what he was doing. After Lin Zhizhi drank him, he stopped the action of adding ingredients.
Feng Qin took the roast chicken out and took a look. He moved his little nose and smelled it, and a strong spice scent rushed towards him... He flattened his mouth and didn't dare to look directly at Lin Zhizhi's eyes: "I'm roasting it. ..."
With a sad look in his eyes and a sad attitude, coupled with this sentence, people who didn't know thought it was a student who had studied hard for many years and had failed the imperial examination.
Lin Zhizhi didn't feel much. He watched the child staring into his tearful eyes, and leaned over and squeezed his soft cheeks: "It's okay, come again."
Feng Qin felt the slightly cool hand on his cheek, his face quickly turned into a big tomato, lowered his head, and threw the waste chicken aside, then took out another one.
This time, he baked very seriously.
When the chicken was taken out, it was sold well.
Only after tearing off a small piece of meat and putting it in his mouth, Feng Qin threw his hand aside on the spot, to accompany the spice chicken before.
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
He seems to have made a mistake: Feng Qin is also a good food, even if he can manipulate the fire spirit, he is not a master of cooking.
His desire to eat fresh and delicious hot roast chicken was eventually shattered.
This evening, he spent the two-pronged approach of comforting Feng Qin while eating dry food. Feng Qin was watching him when Lin Zhizhi was resting for a while. When Lin Zhizhi got up early in the morning, Feng Qin was still watching him. After Lin Zhizhi took him down the mountain, Feng Qin followed him, his head hanging down thinking that the road was the two of them, there was no end.
But time and time will end forever.
After all, they arrived at the Sword Sect Luoxian. Lin Zhizhi stretched out a little tiredly, and smiled at the little phoenix, "Thank you."
"...No hard work, no hard work at all." Feng Qin was still immersed in the sadness of messing up the task Lin Zhizhi gave him for the first time, saying that there was no vitality.
Lin Zhizhi was stunned, still wanting to say something, Xiao Dianzi already gritted his teeth and said: "I will definitely cook the best chicken!" Then he ran away...
Lin Zhizhi:...Behhhhhhhh? (Black question mark.jpg)
Isn't it just a...chicken?