"Fellow Immortal Lonemoon …" Bao Feiping asked worriedly, "Is Fellow Immortal Yi Qing really … alright?"
The corner of Lonemoon's mouth twitched. "Don't worry, he knows what he's doing … he should be fine."
What the hell should he be?
And why did he rush into the kitchen the moment he came out of the Nine Heavens Mirror?
Immortals did not need to eat. Although there was a kitchen in the residence, it was only used occasionally by immortals who were gluttonous. Most of the utensils in the kitchen were incomplete.
But … it was one thing for Yi Qing to bring oil, salt, sauce and vinegar with him. But why did he bring pots, bowls, ladles and cooking ingredients? Even bowls, chopsticks and tea were all there. How did he look like he was going out? He was obviously moving.
Ha, even if Yi Qing brought out a set of tables and chairs, Bao Feiping would not be surprised.
Then …
He really brought out a set of four chairs.
"…"
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Wait, why did even Immortal Lonemoon sit down with a natural expression?
"Chef, I want to eat seafood!"
"Yes Master, no problem Master!"
"…"
For the entire morning, Bao Feiping watched in bewilderment as Yi Qing brought out the dishes from the kitchen. Then, the two men in front of him devoured them quickly, one faster than the other. They even invited him to join them as they picked at the food.
"City Lord Bao, join us. Don't stand on ceremony." Lonemoon smiled as he invited them. Then, his expression changed. "Holy shit, Shen Ying, leave me a piece. You're almost done!"
Out of politeness, Bao Feiping had no choice but to take a bite. He did not expect it to taste … quite good!
Just as he was about to take a second piece, his bowl was empty.
"…" He was getting more and more confused about these people.
Bao Feiping sat there for two hours with mixed feelings. Finally, the two of them put down their chopsticks.
"Your son should be fine now, right? Let's go and take a look, just in case. "Lonemoon wiped his mouth and resumed his elegant demeanor. He no longer looked as pathetic as before.
Bao Feiping paused, suddenly realizing something.
Could it be that they stayed here to cook because they were worried that something might happen after his father treated Little An? Was that why they stayed here for so long?
So that's why …
His heart warmed, and he stood up gratefully. "Thank you, Fellow Immortals." He quickly turned around and led them to the front yard.
Sure enough, Bao Yi had already finished healing the child. When he saw them coming in from afar, he quickly walked up to them.
"Father!" The child threw himself into Bao Feiping's arms and peeked his little head out from Bao Feiping's shoulder, looking curiously at the three people behind them.
"An 'er." Bao Feiping carried his son in his arms. He could finally relax after a whole day of worrying. His heart was filled with mixed emotions. He invited Shen Ying and the others to take a seat, then carried his son and sat beside Bao Yi.
"An 'er." Bao Yi looked at Yi Qing and said, "This is Sword Immortal Yi Qing who saved your life. Come and thank him for saving your life."
The child was stunned for a moment, then sensibly ran down from his father's arms. He took two steps forward, cupped his fists and bowed respectfully to Yi Qing. "Little An thanks Immortal for saving my life."
"Don't mention it." Yi Qing's expression did not change at all. He replied in the same indifferent tone, "There's no need to stand on ceremony. Besides, you saved me." He was just following Master's orders. Hmm … What should he cook for Master tonight?
"Even so, Fellow Immortal, you were injured because of my son. We didn't really help you." Bao Feiping took a step forward, trying his best to ignore the broken mirror.
He exchanged a look with Bao Yi and continued, "Speaking of which, Fellow Immortal seems to be fated with my son. Not only do you have the same physique as him, but you also appeared just when he was in danger. "
"That's right!" Bao Yi nudged his grandson forward. "This is indeed a great deal of fate."
Yi Qing frowned and glanced at the two of them. "If the two of you have something to say, just say it."
The two of them paused. Awkwardness flashed across their faces. A moment later, Bao Yi sighed and stepped forward. "To tell you the truth, we do have a favor to ask of you." Bao Yi lowered his head and held the hand of the confused child. "Although there are many immortals in the immortal realm, sword immortals are rare. Even in Qu Shuang City, including the two of you, there are less than five of them. Little An is still young. He needs guidance. But his body can only train in swordsmanship. Unfortunately, there is no one in our big residence who can help him. "
"Fellow Immortal Yi Qing!" Bao Feiping stepped forward anxiously. "Little An's situation … I'm sure you've experienced it in the lower realm. It might be even more dangerous. My father and I can protect him for a while, but we can't protect him forever. The most important thing is for him to learn. So … "
He paused and glanced at Bao Yi. He cupped his fists and said solemnly, "Fellow Immortal, could you please accept my son as your disciple and guide him on the path to becoming a sword immortal?"
The moment he said that, not only Yi Qing, but even Lonemoon, who was at the side, was shocked.
"Accept a disciple!" Bao Feiping stood up and looked at the child on the ground. Then he looked at Yi Qing and felt amused. "City Lord Bao, you must be joking. Although your son is only eight years old, he was born with an immortal body. He is already an Earth Immortal. Yi Qing has just ascended and is only an Earth Immortal. Their cultivation levels are similar. How can they be master and disciple? "
If not for their serious expressions, Bao Feiping would have thought that they were deliberately trying to humiliate Yi Qing.
"Fellow Immortals, please don't misunderstand!" Bao Feiping hurriedly explained, "I really want my son to be your disciple. Although my son was born with an immortal body, he only knows a few basic Dharma spells. He doesn't know anything about swordsmanship or sword techniques, let alone sword intent. Both of you know that sword immortals cultivate their understanding of swordsmanship. From the looks of it, he has not started yet. Fellow Immortal Yi Qing should naturally address him as Master. "
Lonemoon thought for a moment and asked, "Although sword immortals are hard to find, with Qu Shuang City's power, it should not be difficult to find someone who is willing to teach your son. Why look for Chef … Yi Qing? "Wouldn't it be better to find a sword immortal with a higher cultivation level?
"Because Fellow Immortal Yi Qing is the most suitable!" Bao Yi suddenly said.
Lonemoon paused and then understood. It was possible to find other sword immortals, but there was only one sword immortal with an innate sword body. Even demons coveted his body. How could he guarantee that a sword immortal would not? Being a disciple of Yi Qing, who also had an innate sword body, was indeed the most suitable and safest choice.
"City Lord Bao's fatherly heart really moves me!" Lonemoon's eyes brightened. He suddenly felt that the cooperation they had discussed earlier could be deepened. "If that's the case, it would be hard for us to reject. Isn't that right, Chef? "Bao Feiping immediately nudged him and winked at him. His eyes were filled with: food expenses, food expenses, food expenses …
Yi Qing frowned and lowered his head to look at the child in front of him, then at Shen Ying. He was about to speak when Lonemoon interrupted him.
"Don't worry, City Lord. I'll make the decision. It's decided!"
"Thank you, Fellow Immortal!" The two of them were overjoyed. They hurriedly nudged the child in front of them. "Little An, hurry and greet Master."
Only then did the child kneel down with a blank look on his face. "Disciple greets Master."
Yi Qing's frown deepened. He stepped to the side and said, "City Lord Bao, this matter …"
"If no one objects, it's decided." Lonemoon interrupted him again. "Oh yes, I still don't know your son's full name?"
"Oh, he has always followed his mother's surname, Ning. His name is Zi 'an."
"Ning Zi … What!" Lonemoon's eyes widened, his expression darkening.
Holy shit! Ning Zi 'an!
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"I object!"
Yi Qing: "…"
Shen Ying: "…"
Bo San: "…"
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