Chapter 950

At the same time, although Fangzheng knows a lot about sculpture, there are some things that he has never experienced before. But Qingjing Sanren talked about natural practice and the way of nature, and Fangzheng also benefited a lot.

The two got what they needed, and the more they chatted, the happier they became. In the end, they even forgot the time, forgot to eat, and chatted all day long.

On the side, the lone wolf lay there motionless, looking weak. Whenever the two of them looked over, he took a deep breath, sucked his belly back, and then showed the belly to the two of them. However, the two of them started chatting and ignored his belly...

The lone wolf looked up at the birds flying by in the sky, and muttered silently in his heart: "From now on, I will never go down the mountain! I will not go down the mountain if I am killed!"

When the two came back to their senses, the sun was already slanting to the west, and the sun was shining on Fangzheng and Qingjing Sanren. The two of them seemed to be lit up from a group of picture scrolls at that moment, very eye-catching, as if True Buddhas and Immortals!

"Huh..." Qingjing Sanren put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Fangzheng with unsatisfied expression on his face, and said, "It is said that a thousand cups of wine are rare when you meet a bosom friend. I used to understand that I don't understand it today, but I understand it today. I am not a fellow. Taoist temples often leave after saying only three sentences. I have no interest in continuing the chat, but after chatting with the mage, there is a feeling of forgetting to eat and sleep. This feeling is really wonderful..."

Fangzheng clasped his hands together and said, "Indeed, this feels really good."

Qingjing Sanren said: "I was too busy chatting and forgot to eat. Master wait a moment, and the poor will come as soon as they go."

After finishing speaking, the Qingjing Sanren went to the backyard. As soon as the Qingjing Sanren left, the lone wolf immediately got up and said with a snort, "Master, you finally finished talking, and finally remembered to eat. Aren't you all hungry?"

Fangzheng rubbed his belly, shook his head and said, "Don't tell me, I'm really not hungry."

Lone Wolf was speechless for an instant. He had prepared countless words, but was lost by this answer.

Just as the lone wolf was thinking about how to make Fang Zheng realize that he was ignoring the problem of his apprentice's stomach, Qingjing Sanren came, holding a plate in his hand, and there were some delicate pastries on the plate. These pastries are in different shapes, surrounded by a fence surrounded by bamboo-like pastries, and there are various flowers and small trees in the middle. At the same time, there are some fruits dotted in the middle. At a glance, it looks like a shrunken world with huge fruits... It's more like a painting than a pastry.

Qingjing Sanren put the plate on the table, Fangzheng looked at these cakes with a look of surprise and asked the question in Lone Wolf's mind: "Really, can this be eaten? No, what the poor monk means is that such a delicate and beautiful thing, The poor monk is a bit hesitant to speak."

Another meaning is that such a little food is not enough for poor monks to eat! What's more, the poor monk also has a dog with a big stomach!

However, Qingjing Sanren obviously didn't expect so much, thinking that what Fangzheng asked was the question in his words, he smiled slightly and said: "Pindao made this this morning, and I originally planned to eat it at noon. Fortunately, you are here, otherwise there are so many, Poor Dao is also worried about how to eat. You are welcome, eat more."

When Fangzheng heard this, he almost cried, is this something you're welcome to? If this is impolite, it is estimated that this little thing is not enough for a lone wolf to lick with his tongue.

The lone wolf couldn't bear it anymore, and wanted to say something, Fang Zheng quickly pinched his tail to tell him to be more honest.

Although a bit disgusted with this, Fangzheng also understands. The situation of Qingjing Sanren is similar to his, the only difference is that Qingjing Sanren does not have systematic help. Without the help of the system, in such a remote place, he would probably be a poor ghost! It's good to have something to eat, you can't force it.

Thinking of this, Fangzheng smiled and said: "Amitabha, since this is the case, the poor monk will not be polite."

After speaking, Fang Zheng picked up a small bamboo in the hopeful eyes of the pure Sanren, and after putting it in his mouth, Fang Zheng's eyes lit up immediately. I thought that although there are good-looking snacks in this barren mountain, they may not be delicious. After all, he is a person who is used to eating crystal rice and cold bamboo, and he has a tricky mouth. However, Fangzheng was very surprised after this mouthful.

Bamboo seems to be made of glutinous rice. It is very meaty after eating. If you taste it carefully, there is a fragrance of bamboo and a little bit of sweetness. After eating it, there is a desire to eat it even if it is not addictive.

Fangzheng looked at Qingjing Sanren in amazement and said, "Amitabha, Daoist's snacks are really delicious."

The Qingjing Sanren said with a smile: "When the poor Taoist did not practice, he learned some pastry making techniques. When he entered the deep mountains and had nothing to do, he tried to incorporate all the edible things around him into the pastry. You eat This one is made by blending the scent of bamboo into the pastry with some special techniques. As long as you like it, try this again.”

While speaking, Qingjing Sanren dug out a piece of grass and put it in a square bowl.

Fangzheng picked it up and put it in his mouth. A unique fragrance spread out immediately after the entrance. That feeling...Fangzheng almost subconsciously said: "The smell of willow wormwood buds!"

Qingjing Sanren pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Master's guess is almost the same. This is our glutinous rice cake, which is mixed with the tenderest part of a kind of artemisia, crushed and made with glutinous rice."

Fangzheng listened and felt the almost perfect taste in his mouth. At the same time, he picked up other snacks and put them in his mouth. And during this process, Qingjing Sanren didn't even eat at all, just sitting in front of Fangzheng so gently like a big sister, smiling softly, looking at Fangzheng, his eyes became warmer and warmer as the two communicated .

And Fangzheng's temperament was originally more like that of a big boy next door. Sitting like this, the two of them really looked like siblings who had crossed the barriers of Buddhism and Taoism. Very warm...

Of course, in this warm picture, there is also a pitiful wolf who is being ignored, sticking out his tongue, pawing Fangzheng's legs and playing hooligans from time to time. Sadly, it was ignored...

Of course, Fangzheng will not patronize eating by himself. After tasting every dim sum, he starts to persuade the clean and scattered people to eat, and at the same time throws one or two to the lone wolf. . Something to eat came, with his mouth wide open, he swallowed the snack in one gulp, then slammed his mouth, looked at Fangzheng cutely, as if asking: "Have I received it? Why don't I feel that I have eaten something?" gone?"

Seeing this, Fangzheng felt helpless. Although the pastry was very delicate, it was also very small. For Lone Wolf's big mouth, such a small pastry is really...Fang Zheng can't do anything about it, it's good that the Qingjing Sanren are willing to receive them.