Chapter 95: Chaos
After being chased by Qingfeng, Shen Sangruo came to the sect's main hall.
Seeing that the originally empty sect hall was now filled with sect files, Shen Sangruo fell into deep thought.
"Sang girl is here?" Taoist Wuwei smiled with a mean smile, "These files are all carefully selected by me for you. If they are not enough, just tell me and don't be polite."
"How about processing fifty files today?"
Shen Sangruo only felt a pain in his head.
She originally thought that this was just a simple matter of processing the sect's files, but she didn't expect that Taoist Wuwei's chicken thieves were far beyond her imagination.
Taoist Wuwei paced slowly beside her, commenting on her answers in time.
"If you answer this question incorrectly, you will be punished by processing five more sets of files."
Shen Sanruo:?
"That's a good answer. I'll reward you for processing ten more sets of files."
Shen Sanruo:? ? ?
Is this a reward or a punishment? !
As a result, more and more sect files piled up around her, gradually engulfing her.
This day had devastated her mentally and physically.
By the time she came out of the sect's main hall, it was already late at night and her spirit was in a trance.
Su Xiyu and the others immediately came up to her and took her to the training ground.
But their methods are much gentler than the previous three.
Shen Sangruo regarded this as a relaxation project.
Among the four of them, Ye Huai and Bai Ruoan have not yet recovered, and Su Xiyu is a Danxiu who is not good at attacking. The only one who can really fight with her is Song Weiyan.
But what gives Shen Sangruo a headache is that Song Weiyan is a Fa Cultivator, and Fa Cultivator's attack method is to form seals with his hands and recite incantations in his mouth to cast corresponding spells.
But Song Weiyan did not recite the incantation, he sang it.
And his singing skills are, well, hard to describe in just one word.
Sometimes it was loud, sometimes it was low, sometimes it was sad, sometimes it was resentful, and those who didn't know thought that someone from someone's family had gone to the west.
Bai Ruoan smiled lightly, "I haven't heard the spell sung by the second senior brother for a long time, but it still sounds so familiar."
After a pause, he added: "It's very similar to what my grandma said in her sleep in the middle of the night."
Shen Sangruo always felt that Bai Ruoan had a calm sense of madness, a feeling of being slightly dead.
Ye Huai's evaluation was even more direct, "It's hard to listen to the vomiting and mocking."
"Elder brother, what you said is really hurtful." Song Weiyan made a face, as if he had been hit hard.
Then he sang louder.
Shen Sangruo:......
Has anyone considered her feelings?
After a competition, only Shen Sanruo's ear was seriously injured.
Pure mental attack.
Fortunately, Su Xiyu appeared with four bowls of soup and saved her.
"Everyone is tired, I've specially cooked four bowls of soup for you, come and try it." Su Xiyu smiled.
The three people except Shen Sangruo all retreated more than ten meters as if they had seen a savage beast.
Their years of experience told them that Su Xiyu at this moment was no different from a poison master holding poison.
"Fourth Junior Sister, can we survive after drinking your soup?" Song Weiyan said fearfully.
Su Xiyu rolled her eyes and said, "If you don't know what's good, I'll give it to my junior sister."
She held the bowl and turned to Shen Sanruo on the other side.
Judging from the reactions of Song Weiyan and others, the thing in this bowl... is very likely to be some kind of dark cuisine.
Shen Sangruo felt a little resistant, but when he saw Su Xiyu's expectant eyes, he still couldn't bear to refuse.
It's just a bowl of soup, and the most it can do is cause some damage to the tongue.
She smiled brightly at Su Xiyu and said, "Thank you so much, Senior Sister Su."
"Little junior sister is the best." Su Xiyu happily handed her a bowl of soup, and then said to the three people on the other side in a strange tone: "Unlike some people, they don't dare to drink a bowl of soup."
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Song Weiyan and others remained unmoved, they still felt that their lives were more important.
Looking at Shen Sangruo taking the soup, he sighed again.
Pity their little junior sister, she was yelled at by Su Xiyu before she even became a disciple. There was no other way, Su Xiyu even spared Changli Xianjun and Wuwei Taoist, and they dared not speak out in anger.
Shen Sangruo was already ready to "die", and when he saw the soup in the bowl, he looked stunned.
"Mung bean soup?"
The soup is light green in color and exudes a faint fragrance of mung beans, which can be regarded as complete in color and aroma.
She doesn't look like dark cuisine.
"Yes." Su Xiyu nodded, "It's delicious. Try it quickly."
When the mung bean soup entered her mouth, the sweet but not greasy taste spread in her mouth. The mung beans were dense and the soup was sweet. It was more amazing than any mung bean soup she had tasted before.
"It tastes good." Shen Sangruo's fatigue seemed to have been taken away a lot.
"That's natural." Su Xiyu raised her head proudly, "It's my little junior sister who knows how to appreciate it."
Song Weiyan and the others seemed to have seen something big.
Is it really just mung bean soup?
Could it be that Su Xiyu has changed her temper?
"Three of you over there, I'll give you one last chance. If you don't drink, I'll take it away."
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"I testify that the mung bean soup cooked by Senior Sister Su is delicious." Shen Sangruo was also saying beside him.
The three of them finally gave up their doubts.
If Su Xiyu doesn't show off her skills, her cooking skills are indeed worth trying.
"Isn't this a conditioned reflex? Fourth Junior Sister, give me a bowl." Song Weiyan said hehely.
However, after seeing the bowl of soup in his hand, Song Weiyan looked embarrassed.
"Are you sure this is really mung bean soup? Junior sister, do you think this tastes good?"
Song Weiyan's eyes almost popped out.
Shen Sangruo didn't know why and said, "What Senior Sister Su gave me was indeed mung bean soup, and it's really delicious."
"Come and see." Song Weiyan showed her the "mung bean soup" in his hand.
The soup in the bowl was still green, with what looked like the paws of small animals floating in the soup.
"This..." Shen Sangruo couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly.
It was completely different from the bowl of mung bean soup she drank.
"Mung bean, frog and green plum soup, referred to as mung bean soup." Su Xiyu explained with a smile.
There are mung beans in the ingredients, so why isn’t it considered mung bean soup?
Shen Sangruo couldn't figure out how Su Xiyu connected these three things.
She finally understood why Song Weiyan and the others reacted like that just now.
It is unimaginable that the bowl of mung bean soup she drank and this bowl of "mung bean soup" were made by the same person.
Generally speaking, when a monk reaches a certain level of cultivation, he no longer needs to eat.
Besides refining alchemy, Su Xiyu's favorite thing is cooking. She does have good cooking skills, but she prefers to study some weird recipes.
There was no other purpose, just to torture her brothers who were wronged by her.
"Then why is Junior Sister's mung bean soup really mung bean soup?" Song Weiyan was keenly observant.
"Can junior sister be like you?"
She was surprised that it was too late for Shen Sangruo.
Shen Sangruo was flattered and silently thanked Su Xiyu for not being "poisonous".
"You are treating me differently!" Song Weiyan shouted in dissatisfaction.
"Are you going to drink?" Su Xiyu looked threatening.
"Don't drink!" Song Weiyan said firmly.
The two instantly started a chase, which could be described as a thrilling chase.
Bai Ruoan didn't mind seeing the excitement, "It's great. It's a mess. Let's drink it while it's hot."
Ye Huai secretly poured out the "mung bean soup".
Shen Sangruo looked at the scene in front of him and shook his head and sighed, but there was a faint smile on his lips.
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