The white mist is not something else, but spiritual energy.

This kind of crop with spiritual energy does not exist in modern times. In this Yiyuan Continent, which is several times richer than Yun Qingyue’s original place, the spiritual energy is not as rich as here.

On the ridge of the field, chickens, ducks and geese swayed their fat bodies for a walk, and from time to time they bowed their heads to peck at the crops that fell to the ground.

Outside the ridge of the field, several houses of different styles are erected staggered.

Yun Qingyue walked towards one of the gourd-shaped houses. Before she could get close, she heard a cheerful voice calling "Young Master", and then a figure rushed towards her.

Holding his small body and stabilizing his body, Yun Qingyue lowered his head and saw Zhang Chi's tiger-head tilting, and his round cheeks were as red as ripe hawthorns, which made people drool when they saw it.

Zhang Chi's father Zhang Shou carried a newly hunted mountain pig on his shoulder, holding two bows, one big and one small in his hand, and cursed: "Boy, hurry up so quickly, be careful that the young master was knocked down by your body of tendons."

Xiao Zhangchi grimaced at his father unconvincedly and said, "The young master is not as delicate as Xiangxiang. Zhang Chi likes the young master."

Even though he said this, Zhang Chi still looked at Yun Qingyue with a look of concern.

Yun Qingyue also liked this chubby little boy very much. She pinched his elastic face and said that she was fine.

At this time, the door on the other side of the gourd house opened, and a crisp sound opened like a little oriole.

"Who is so delicate, boy Zhang Chiye, who do you say is so delicate? You like the young master, and the young master doesn't like you yet? The young master said he likes Xiangxiang the most."

As soon as she heard Xiangxiang answer, Yun Qingyue knew that these two little guys who refused to give in to each other must have a quarrel again.

Sure enough, Zhang Chi heard Xiangxiang say that Yun Qingyue liked her the most, and raised her chest like a proud little rooster, and said, "No, the young master said he liked me the most."

He was not surprised by the two little guys' bickering, and Zhang Shou said to Yun Qingyue: "Young Master, I hunted a mountain pig. How do you like to eat it? I'll let Chef Shang make it for you."

When Yun Qingyue heard that there was something to eat, she felt that her saliva was about to flow out immediately. It was not because she was hungry, but because not only the crops here had spiritual energy, but eating the meat of the animals here could also enhance spiritual energy.

But just enhancing spiritual energy is not so attractive enough. The most important thing is Shang Chuzi in Zhang Shou's mouth - Shang Baiwei. His first-hand cooking skills are unforgettable and endless aftertaste.

"The dishes made by Master Shang are delicious, I love them all!"

As soon as Yun Qingyue finished speaking, a voice laughed and said, "I love to hear these words from Young Master!"

Shang Baiwei bowed to Yun Qingyue and went to see the boar.

"Well, it's not bad, it's so fat. I'll carry it to my wife and let her handle it. I'll make more than a dozen dishes, so I'll keep it safe and don't get tired of it."

Before Zhang Shou could carry the pig to Shang Baiwei's kitchen, the wife in Shang Baiwei's mouth, Aunt Li came out to greet Yun Qingyue.

The place where Yun Qingyue is now is the space in the token bracelet of the seal guard of their Xuan clan. When she traveled over, she didn't know that the energy from the explosion stimulated the bracelet, and the bracelet entered her sea of ​​consciousness and traveled with her. Or, the bracelet wrapped her soul and took her through time.

She had no way of knowing what was really true, only she knew that when she woke up and thought about the past, she appeared here. She discovered this nameless village and the family living here, not knowing the passage of time outside.
Chapter completed!