I saw strange light filled the caves covered with mushrooms, and the light changed constantly. There was a dark green mist spreading along the ground, which was undoubtedly extremely poisonous.

However, this poisonous gas could not spread because there was a powerful ice and snow breath in the cave that imprisoned them, and an ice and snow barrier formed in the corner, excluding all dangers.

"It's so cold~" Sang Jue in the picture seemed to be seriously injured, his face was covered with frost, and he leaned against the people around him, his hands penetrated deep into the other party's clothes to keep warm.

The people around her seemed to have been seriously injured. She leaned on the cave wall alone and turned the feathered clothes into a thick shape. She tightly surrounded the person she was holding. Her face turned white, even whiter than the snow beside her.

The two hugged each other tightly, leaning on them gradually falling into a deep sleep...

Sang Jueyan saw that he shrank his head and almost buried his entire head in the other party's chest. He was covered with a thick feathered dress, and only a few strands of hair were exposed, which was extremely ambiguous.

She touched her chin, and it would be wonderful if things were going in this direction.

"Don't dream about impossible things in your dreams. I'm going to die if you don't see me holding you." Xingguan pointed to the breath inside, which became weaker and weaker, as if the transparent person was melting in the moment.

Upon hearing this, Sang Jue suddenly reached out and emitted a light of inspiration to break the entire illusion: "If you don't look, it's nothing wrong. You must have cheated because you are the master of 1,001."

"It's better to say that I cheat, it's better to say that there is something wrong with your origin." A cold light was hidden in Xingguan's eyes. "Since Ji Bixu's void beast has nothing to do with you, then the only one who can control the changes in the entire world situation behind the scenes..."

He did not finish his words, and did not continue to deduce the doubts in the face of Sang Jue. Instead, he pointed to the central origin of 1,001 and said to Sang Jue: "I am going to combine it with the green coffin of the earth when I was in seclusion into a space flight magic weapon. When you ascend, you will practice it for you."

Sang Jue was a little disgusted. Who would want to take advantage of the eye and stay in the coffin to travel around the world?

"Okay, I'll practice it first, you'll want it later." Xingguan didn't force it, he had the longest patience in the world.

The two of them had a different idea and they had already appeared in Qianlong Palace.

They found that there were more familiar faces in the palace and raised their eyebrows. It seemed that they had already started planning.

"You make a bet with a blind eye, whoever loses wins?"

A large table was set up in the huge crystal palace, and Ling Qingqing was fighting against a pile of flour. She added more noodles and added more noodles when there was more water. She looked very busy.

Sang Jue had a headache when he saw it. He was really a young lady who was not touching the water. It seemed that she had fought a lot over the years, and the kneading formation seemed like a fight.

"Mom, I'll do it." Sang Jue didn't know, but she knew how to live a spell, and soon ended the strange scene of flour and clear water coming from the sky.

Taoist Huayang, who received the message, leaned over his head, stretched out his fingers and poked the dough, and said curiously: "What's the winning or losing?"

"It's nothing, there is no winning or losing." Sang Jue turned his head and asked Taoist Huayang quietly: "Master, why did you call Yanling Sword Master?"

"I was here alone, but he found out that he insisted on following him, but I couldn't beat him, so I had no choice but to bring him here." Taoist Huayang poked a few holes in the dough and asked Sang Jue, "I heard that you want to make mortal mooncakes, can you eat them immediately after roasting them with fire?"

As he said that, a ball of flame gradually spread on his hands. Sang Jue was shocked and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Master, you can't use fire!"

Then he turned around and asked Ling Qingqing what he was going to do: "Mom, is the filling so good? Take the mold and make dumplings as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, I'm going to make several kinds of mooncakes this time, you can make some ice skin first." Ling Qingqing was ready to show off her skills in front of a group of monks who had only known how to practice since childhood.

"Ice skin mooncake?" Sang Jue frowned. She had never made it, but she was a monk. It should not be difficult to deduce it slightly.

So she was ready to knead again.

She first took out the appropriate amount of various spiritual rice, sticky rice, glutinous rice, and wheat starch with sales until slightly yellow; then mixed the milk, vegetable oil and sugar, then added the freshly fried flour and stirred, sifted for two incense sticks, then put it in a steamed steamer over high heat; stir it with chopsticks after steaming, so that it is smooth and even, and after cooling, add various colors to knead it into a dough; take out the filling prepared in advance, divide it into equal parts and put it into the middle of the dough, wrap it into the middle of the dough; finally sprinkle some flour in the mold, put the balls into the mold, and press it out.

There were all monks who lived exquisitely. Sang Jue made it very small. In order to make the taste better and the ice skin transparent, she also condensed the ice and freeze it.

So each of them was crystal clear, with various colors and fancy small mooncakes on the plate, emitting a cold light, very unique.

Xingguan was always helping him. His striking array seemed to be practicing swords, and he threw out a large piece of it.

The two of them made it very fast. After a while, they even prepared to take it back for food for Bingpo Peak, and they sealed it up and put it in a pile in a jade box.

And on the other side...

The person who was originally planning to make ice-skin mooncakes obviously failed and turned to other styles.

Ling Qingqing and Yan Hui started arguing about the filling.

"The five-nut mooncakes are the best, I want to make all five-nuts."

"The five kernels are unpalatable, I want egg yolks."

"If you want double egg yolks, I also want lotus paste."

"The lotus seedling is too greasy, so it is changed to shredded pork."

"What the hell is the shredded pork? I want five Ren."

"Five kernels are unpalatable!"

“The five kernels are full of nuts, which are delicious.”

...

No one expected that Yan Hui Jianjun, who had always been steady, would be so persistent in eating, and he would actually be Wu Ren's all.

The two of them were clamoring, and Taoist Huayang beside him slapped sesame, orange, red rock sugar roses to make an ice thin moon cake. He fantasized about being as big as the moon.

It is impossible for the moon to be so big, but it is not difficult for the hall to be so big.

Taoist Huayang stretched out his finger and quickly rotated the huge sesame mooncake in his hand, laughing: "Don't make a noise, look at my super mooncake!"

The mooncakes danced like a storm, and the whole cake was shining with golden sesame seeds. It turned out to be like a bright moon.

"Aowu!" The man pretending to be a big dog rushed up and bit off a corner of the mooncake in big mouth. When he was about to enjoy it, he suddenly fell and fell to the ground unconscious. "Mooncakes are poisonous!"

Everyone was shocked, especially Nangong Mingzhu, who happened to be here to party, was puzzled and looked at the other mooncakes on the plate. Is there a poisonous curse inside?

Yan Ling Jianzun, who was standing silently, reached out to take a small piece and tasted it, frowned slightly: "Huayang, did you put salt as sugar?"

"No, it's obvious that it's eating too much!" How could Taoist Huayang admit that he would make a mistake? He looked up proudly at the huge mooncake flying on his fingers, and decided to make another one and take it back for other friends of Taixuan to eat.

Hearing this, Sang Jue and Xingguan silently took a bite of the exquisite ice skin they made, pretending not to see it; Ling Qingqing and Yanhui stopped arguing, they did whatever they liked, and gave them all the ones they didn't like.
Chapter completed!