Out of the European Emperor's humanitarian sympathy for the African chiefs, Qixun very generously made her master a pot of Tieguanyin.

"Master, this is a famous tea from my hometown. Although it may not be of any use to your practice based on your cultivation level, it has a unique and mellow taste. I grew it myself and my third sister roasted it myself. You can try it."

After making tea, she also served her master some exquisite snacks to go with the tea: "The snacks baked by my second brother."

After taking the snacks, she thought to herself that there must be no shortage of fruits, so she took out a few fruit varieties from her previous life and put them in glass plates: "My fifth sister grew them herself."

Thinking again, her master, a poor man, might only be able to enjoy a few good days when he was with her. Once he left her, he would have to live a hard life. This was really hard for her as an apprentice to endure.

Although there is an animal skin blanket, can I stand sitting cross-legged like this all the time?

That's all, respecting the old and loving the young is a fine tradition in my hometown.

She simply took a lazy sofa that she had treasured in her previous life and asked her master to lie down half on it.

The drunken Hou lay down at her signal and imitated his apprentice: "Bao, you are enjoying yourself. The princess of Daxia Kingdom is not as happy as you are, right?"

What the hell is so comfortable?

Qixun chuckled: "I don't know about the princess of Daxia, but the prince and the prince's legitimate son are not as comfortable as I am."

The glass house in Prince Yu and Young Master's house was installed by her family.

The drunken Hou choked in his heart and waved his hand: "Go and do your job."

Qixun carried Babai and went to pick star fruits.

I was busy until noon and picked half of it. Looking at Babai who was diligently making snacks for himself, Qixun felt that the little guy should rest.

Her Babai has never been able to focus on one thing for such a long time.

This shows how much I love Xingguo.

But the little guy worked so diligently, Qixun felt heartbroken.

Gravity is no different than anywhere else. Even if you just pick fruits, you still have to resist gravity. In fact, it is a very tiring job.

"Babai, let's take a rest and eat something first, and then we'll continue working later. There's not much left, and we'll definitely be able to finish picking today."

After Babai heard this, he ran over in a hurry, his short legs obviously not as cheerful as usual.

Qixun hugged Babai sadly and returned to her master.

I saw the drunk Hou lying comfortably on the lazy sofa, holding a book in one hand, twisting a piece of fruit in the other hand and throwing it into his mouth from time to time, and occasionally picking up the teacup and taking a sip. What a pleasure!

It's simply jealous.

Qi Xun suddenly felt unhappy. Without comparison, there would be no harm.

Her master didn't pick the fruit because he was too lazy to fight the poor man, so he chose to lie down.

But he, a poor man, has the filial piety of the richest man in the six worlds, so he who is not poor can live like an emperor, at least for the time being.

But he, the richest man, who should rely on his wisdom to reach the pinnacle of life, instead exploits his weaknesses and avoids his strengths, doing manual farm work!

Is this ridiculous?

Qi Xun rolled his eyes and started to think twice. He took out the purple bamboo and fruit first, and Dun, who was waiting for her, ate first, and then took out his and the master's lunch.

"Master, are you reading my mother's poetry collection?"

The drunk man nodded.

Qi Xun smiled: "I didn't expect Master to also like poetry. I have three great poets that I like very much. One is Li Bai, who is known as the Immortal of Poetry in the world, one is named Su Shi, who is known as the best poet in the world, and the other is named Xin Qiji, who is both talented in both literature and martial arts.

I will give you a collection of poems by the three of them later."

While the two were eating, they chatted about Qixun Meiniang's poems.

After eating, Qixun adjusted his breath. After his spiritual power was fully restored, Qixun smiled and took out hundreds of kilograms of purple bamboo.

Babai Yingying: "This Zhuzhu is too old and has been soaked. It doesn't taste good. Dundun doesn't want it."

The drunken man said inexplicably: "What are you doing with so many purple bamboos? These purple bamboos are also rare spiritual things. You are lucky enough to get so many. Hey, they are actually thousand-year-old purple bamboos, which are considered top-grade spiritual materials for refining weapons. Give them to me

Isn’t it a bit wasteful to eat dumplings?”

Qi Xun smiled and said to her master: "Master, I am a talisman master, but the talisman papers bought from outside are not very useful. Real top talisman masters mostly make all the talisman papers themselves.

Purple bamboo is the raw material of the best talisman paper. But you are a good disciple and my cultivation is not enough. These thousand-year-old purple bamboo is really difficult to handle.

For the sake of your good disciple's talisman, can you help me deal with these purple bamboos? These thousand-year-old purple bamboo cannot be dealt with without a cultivation level above the master level. If you don't help my disciple, my disciple will not have the talisman.

The paper is used to cultivate the talismans."

The after-dinner tea in my hand when I was drunk suddenly no longer smelled good.

There are so many purple bamboos, basically all of which are thousands of years old. The purple bamboos are inherently tight and difficult to process. If all these hundreds of kilograms are to be processed into a level that can be used to make talisman paper, even if he, a martial master, uses up all his spiritual power, he wants to.

It took half a day to deal with it all, which was probably a bit overwhelming.

He is a good disciple. You are deliberately watching him idle and feel uncomfortable, so you are looking for trouble for him, right?

"Are you trying to exhaust yourself as a master? You evil disciple!" The drunken Hou sighed. If the disciple hadn't told the truth, Zizhu really couldn't handle this without any cultivation, and he would have wanted to interrupt this evil disciple.

Dog legs.

Seeing her master accepting his fate, Qixun felt secretly happy in her heart, but looked very guilty on her face: "Thank you for your hard work, master. When I find my second brother, I will ask him to make you a Manchu banquet and let you eat it for three days and three nights."

When the drunken man heard that there was food and he could still eat for three days and three nights, he felt a little comforted and asked: "What is the Manchu-Han Banquet?"

"It is said that it is a state banquet in a country with an extremely developed catering industry. It brings together major cuisines from several ethnic groups, with the Manchu and Han cuisines being the main ones.

Even I have only tasted part of it. In short, if you try it in the future, you will never regret it! My second brother didn’t even prepare the whole dinner for my father and my mother! Master, are you taking advantage of me?

"

The drunken Hou immediately became motivated and said arrogantly: "It is related to my apprentice's practice, and it is my duty as a teacher! Good disciple, tell me what to do with these bamboos."

Qixun smiled: "Thank you Master, I know you love me the most. These bamboos have been soaked and the first process has been processed. Now you need to beat the bamboos repeatedly into strips, then chop them into finger-width lengths, and then soak them in the spirit."

The spiritual water mixed with the liquid can be beaten into paper pulp."

Drunken Hou: "...Is it too late for labor and management to regret it now?"

Qi Xun thought, it is obviously too late to regret now.

"Two jars of monkey wine and two jars of strong white wine."

The drunken Hou had a loving look on his face: "I want my good disciple to have a smooth talisman. How can I refuse to do this as a teacher?"

Qixun looked obedient: "Master, you are so kind. This jar of spiritual liquid is for you to drink when you are tired and thirsty from work. There are plenty of them here, disciple, so take care of it!"

A drunk man suddenly wants to hit someone, what the hell, spiritual liquid, it is hard for ordinary monks to get a drop of it, so his apprentice uses it to quench his thirst and drinks it as water!

No comparison, no harm!

The drunken Hou snatched it away and gave himself a sip first before waving his hands angrily: "Get out of here, don't affect your work as a teacher!"

Qi Xun took her family away and rolled away.

Tsk, her seventh-grade and eighth-grade talisman paper is now available.
Chapter completed!