"Xiaoyun, I want to eat barbecue today." The first sentence Yuan Sirong always meets Xingyun is: "Xiaoyun, what do I want to eat today." It is simple and clear, and goes straight to the topic.

Xingyun has become accustomed to this, but fortunately there are many wild animals in the back mountain. After taking two hares from the local materials, he came to a cave with Yuan Sirong. This small cave is quite hidden. Xingyun chops wood in the back mountain for so many years and accidentally discovered it, so this place has become Xingyun's kitchen.

Xingyun himself knew that although he practiced martial arts hard every day, with his master's skills, he would not be able to stand out in the new generation, even if he was a general level, so this cooking skill was naturally valued by Xingyun.

After all, you can't cut firewood for a lifetime, right?

This small cave has become a place where Xingyun often tests and exercises his skills. After all, the stove in Master’s place is owned by the Qingcheng School, and he cannot use it casually, and the things here are all their own. Of course, this place has become Yuan Sirong’s delicious food place.

Soon, the tempting aroma of barbecue floated out of the hole, and I have to praise Xingyun's craftsmanship is indeed quite good.

At this moment, Yuan Sirong was smiling with her eyes and no image at all. Her mouth was covered with oil. Xingyun shook her head and persuaded her: "I said, "Miss, my image, please pay attention to the image. Be careful not to get married in the future if you eat this way."

Yuan Sirong had no intention of stopping at all. While continuing to fight, she rolled her eyes at Xingyun.

Xingyun didn't expect Yuan Sirong to listen. After all, she had been eating like this for several years, and Xingyun had been nagging for several years. Yuan Sirong simply regarded his words as an indifferent voice and ignored them at all.

After the battle was over, Yuan Sirong touched her mouth and said to Xingyun: "Xiaoyun has done a good job and has made a little progress."

Xingyun could only shake his head with a wry smile. Although Yuan Sirong was the same year as him, because Xingyun didn't know his specific birthday, Yuan Sirong called him "Xiaoyun" on the excuse of "You may be younger than me."

Xingyun was helpless about this, and Yuan Sirong always refused to say that the things he made were delicious, and at most they just said "good" because her grandfather Wuyangzi always taught her: "It is easy to be proud of too much praise."

In fact, Yuan Sirong likes Xingyun very much, but the girl is tender and embarrassed to say it out. Among the many senior brothers she has come into contact with, except for the eldest brother Xingjian, the others are either self-righteous and arrogant, or have other intentions for herself. Although the eldest brother is handsome and extraordinary and has a good martial arts character, he is a little older and cannot match him. Once he ran to find Muwu Taoist to ask for something delicious.

Xingyun actually looks ordinary, but his simplicity and naturalness make the little girl like it very much. As the time of contact in the future increases, Xingyun's strengths, such as hard work and perseverance, are all seen in Xiao Sirong's eyes.

However, Xingyun's martial arts skills are really bad, and Yuan Sirong is anxious about this. After all, no matter how good the cooking skills are, at most he will be a Muwu Taoist in the future, so Yuan Sirong is going to surprise Xingyun this time.

Yuan Sirong wiped the oil around her little mouth with her sleeve. Xingyun felt distressed when she saw it, and said to herself, "A good piece of clothing has been explained to her again."

While Xingyun was thinking about it, he saw Yuan Sirong standing up, standing at the entrance of the cave, pulling the entrance of the cave and looking around outside. Xingyun asked curiously: "Miss, what are you doing? It's mysterious?"

Yuan Sirong turned her head and looked at Xingyun, as if she had made up her mind, got closer, lowered her voice and asked, "Do you want to learn advanced martial arts?"

Xingyun was a little weird by Yuan Sirong's movements. He nodded in confusion and replied, "Of course, I dreamed of it, but my master himself didn't teach me any martial arts......Does you have any martial arts to pass on to me?!"

Xingyun suddenly became very happy and almost jumped up, but then he said with a dim look: "But Miss, you don't seem to know martial arts? I still remember that you said that learning martial arts is useless to you. There are so many people in Qingcheng Sect, no matter how much you learn martial arts, it will not be your turn to take action, right?"

Yuan Sirong smiled softly and said, "Xiaoyun is very stupid. If I don't know martial arts, can't I pass on your martial arts?"

Xingyun was stunned, "How to spread it?"

Yuan Sirong's little face showed a look of you being stupid, and said, "Here, I'll give you this." He said that and handed Xingyun a small book.

The book is handwritten, with beautiful fonts. Xingyun can tell at a glance that it is Yuan Sirong's handwriting. Xingyun looked at the words inside, which was very profound and difficult, and looked up and asked, "Miss, what is this secret?"

Yuan Sirong shook her head and said, "I don't know. I only remember that when I was very young, my grandfather often took it out and read it. I often sighed while reading it. At that time, I asked my grandfather what book is this? My grandfather just told me that this is a secret book. If I could practice this book, I would become a first-class master. My grandfather wanted to integrate the useful martial arts in this secret book into the Qingcheng School martial arts. So two years ago, I took advantage of the secret book every time my grandfather came out to read it and then collected it. Because I don't practice martial arts, my grandfather didn't care much about me looking at it, so I had the secret book you see now."

Xingyun was completely dead. Although Yuan Sirong had a good relationship with him, Xingyun always regarded Yuan Sirong as a eldest lady. Although Xingyun himself was a formal disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, he was actually just doing chores with Xingjun to help their master. The other senior brothers of the same sect looked down on them at all, so Xingyun also had a little inferiority complex. Even if Yuan Sirong repeatedly corrected her, Xingyun always called her: "Miss" instead of "Senior Sister". Although Xingyun's literal meaning of this was that Yuan Sirong had never practiced martial arts, so she could not be called as a senior sister.

Now, in order to help him learn good martial arts, Yuan Sirong has collected such an important secret book bit by bit for him in two years. Although he doesn't understand it very much, Yuan Sirong's grandfather is the head of Qingcheng. What he said in person is absolutely not wrong. Xingyun is even at a loss to think that his identity and status are so loved by Yuan Sirong.

After all, Xingyun is not old and has always been almost isolated from the outside world. He is not very familiar with the relationship between men and women, let alone express it.
Chapter completed!