The first thing she noticed was not the rich spiritual energy around her, but the phoenix bird quietly retreating in the open space in the distance.
She saw its huge body standing like a sculpture, not noticing the arrival of her own flesh and blood.
Before Mu Chuyue could say hello, Little Rice Cake ran over on her short legs.
She hugged Huangniao's thin legs tightly, full of attachment, and kept calling "Mother" in her mouth.
It sounded soft and waxy, and the unrelated name Mu Chuyue felt particularly warm.
Mu Chuyue no longer paid attention to that end, but just carried Zhou Yifan and teleported to sit on the soft blanket where she often took a nap.
The young man stood beside her without saying a word, his head slightly lowered, his two small hands in his sleeves clenched tightly into fists, respectfully and anxiously waiting for the master's next instruction.
He is not stupid, so he can naturally understand the extraordinary nature of this strange space.
But before Mu Chuyue took the initiative to mention it to him, Zhou Yifan would never ask another question.
Because he knew that all he had to do was follow his master's arrangements.
Zhou Yifan was not good at dealing with the pressure unleashed by higher-ranking cultivators against him.
Besides, this person also had an identity that made him extremely awe-inspiring.
Although he firmly believed that Mu Chuyue would not be detrimental to him, it was a relatively long period of time.
Waiting really made him nervous.
"Disciple, no, no, no, master, if you have anything to do, just tell me."
Zhou Yifan grunted, maybe this kind of gesture could alleviate some of the anxiety in his heart, "My disciple can cook, and he can also work."
As he spoke, he buried his head lower, thinking that Master's place was so beautiful and tidy that he didn't need to do anything about it; Furthermore, when I think about it, I have been with Master for such a long time and have never met him.
Whenever there is a meal that is not done in a restaurant, the dishes are all very delicious.
Even if he cooks the meal himself, Master probably has no appetite.
Can eat it.
The young man suddenly became more depressed and realized that he was not even remotely useful.
He glanced at Mu Chuyue secretly and said, "Other disciples who don't know how to do it can learn to do it."
Sure enough, even he himself looked down upon such an ability, Zhou Yifan thought.
Mu Chuyue burst out laughing.
She was amused by her little apprentice's cute appearance.
"You said it yourself, you can learn to do anything."
She became playful for a moment, and an old thin book appeared out of thin air in her palm, "This book records the key points of building a house.
You I'll think about it for a while, then I'll bring you some logs."
"This is to build a house."
Zhou Yifan was confused.
He never expected that after he became the alchemist's disciple in a daze, before he had time to recognize the spiritual grass and spiritual flowers, the second glorious and arduous task he would face would be to build a house.
This, this is incredible.
"Ahem, building a house is not the ultimate goal.
If you are determined to become an excellent alchemist in the future, you must first learn to see the essence through phenomena."
Mu Chuyue started to make nonsense with a dull face and a heartbeat.
Zhou Yifan: "" What is that in essence?
But can you tell me first?
It’s not true.
A certain disciple thought that with his current small body, building a house or something was simply too much for him.
Mu Chuyue ignored her disciple's resentful expression and pointed to an open space between Ling Tian and Ling Lake.
It wasn't very big, but it was just enough to build a place to stay. xx4911131: