Chapter 63
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He watched as the Demon Lord squatted down to collect the apricot flowers and dry them under the sun.
Then he saw smoke rising from the roof, and the sweet smell of mung bean and apricot cake came.
Sometimes, the Demon Lord would sit beside him and take out the apricot flowers from his hair one by one. He stared at him for a while, then leaned over and kissed him.
He looked up at the treetops, and the fine sunlight shone into his eyes through the gaps between the branches and leaves.
The light and shadow swayed in a trance.
Spiritual power flowed into his dry body along his meridians.
He felt warmth that he had not felt for a long time.
The memory of those hundred years in the cold and deathly silent pagoda seemed to have become a dream under the afternoon sun amidst this gentle and surging warmth.
Later, he traveled the world alone, and occasionally passed by the Central Continent, and would return to the courtyard for a long time.
Decades passed in the blink of an eye, and everything in the courtyard had become old and decayed.
Only the apricot tree by the courtyard wall was taller and more lush than before.
A light breeze blew.
Apricot flowers fell on his clothes.
He closed his eyes, and seemed to be able to faintly smell the sweet smell of mung bean and apricot cake.
— —
There was a town at the foot of Tianchi Mountain.
Because the Dao discussion was about to begin, the town was very busy. Looking up, it was full of bustling people.
Ye Yunlan and Shen Shu walked into the town, and heard the noise around them.
"Spiritual weapons for sale! Don't miss it, upper-grade spiritual weapons personally made by a master craftsman, only 600 upper-grade spiritual stones! "
"Middle-grade spiritual medicine to cultivate meridians, can dredge the spiritual meridians and stabilize the foundation, you can get it for 1200 mid-grade spiritual stones — —"
"Selling steamed buns, three for one copper coin, white and tender, fresh from the oven!"
There were mortals and cultivators living in this town, and it was rare to be able to gather together to set up a stall, and it was very harmonious.
"Master, wait for me," Shen Shu suddenly said.
Ye Yunlan nodded slightly, and saw the young man stride to the stall selling steamed buns, exchange a few words, paid the money, and came back with an oiled paper bag.
"It's already noon, I bought some pastries, Master, try some to fill your stomach. If you don't like it, I'll find something else for you. "
Shen Shu said.
Just now, he saw that there was someone selling pastries at the side. He recalled that his Shizun had always loved to eat these sweet little things. He should like them.
Eating was originally something that could be solved with one Inedia Pill. However, Ye Yunlan's taste had been spoiled by Shen Shu's cooking for the past few years. She rarely ate Inedia Pills that were bland and tasteless.
He took the oiled paper bag and opened it. Suddenly, he was stunned.
The pastry wrapped in oil paper was pea green in color. It was small, soft, and fragrant.
It was mung bean and apricot cake.
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