A month passed in a flash, Xu Ziyan was still at the sixth level of Qi Refining, while Xu Zirong reached the second level of Qi Refining surprisingly.
For him, this was almost a leap forward, and many elders of the Xu family changed their attitude of refusing him to enter the Xu family, and became more polite to Xu Xiao.
With such two outstanding sons, Xu Xiao, the head of the Xu family, can be more stable.
Xu Xiao didn't care too much about Xu Zirong's performance. In his opinion, no matter how good Xu Zirong was, his aptitude for three spiritual roots meant that his cultivation speed would be very slow. The Xu family has never lacked low-level cultivators. , but only high-end combat power can determine the status of a family.
In the Xu family, Xu Ziyan was the only one who carried all his hopes, and Xu Zirong was just a concubine who could barely be seen in his eyes.
Xu Zirong began to gradually integrate into the Xu family, while Xu Ziyan worked hard to cultivate while developing his own power.
Although—his power is currently only Luo Dashan alone.
After testing, Luo Dashan was very lucky to become a monk with three spiritual roots. The spiritual roots are not very good, but for a person who never imagined that he could become a monk, it was enough to surprise him.
Because Luo Dashan was not a child of the Xu family, all his training materials were distributed by Xu Ziyan from his own share. Xu Ziyan didn't ask him to reach the superhuman level immediately, anyway, he was only twelve years old, and he was gradually cultivated.
All affairs are developing slowly according to his inherent line, Xu Ziyan's cultivation is constantly improving, and Xu Zirong has also collected a lot of monsters' blood essence during several actual combat trainings.
When he started cultivating the Blood Sea Heart Sutra in his previous life, he could only control his cultivation speed to prevent backlash because of the violent existence, but in this life, because he has enough experience, it can absorb and refine without any scruples. The blood of monsters.
On the surface, he only had the second-level Qi refining cultivation, but in fact, he had already reached the fifth-level Qi refining cultivation, only one step behind Xu Ziyan.
In the quiet night, Xu Zirong sat quietly beside the bed, a drop of bright red blood swirled on his open palm.
This is the blood essence of a sixth-order monster that he and Xu Ziyan hunted together yesterday. As long as he refines this drop of blood essence, he can advance to the sixth-level Qi refining.
He slowly closed his eyes, and the bright red blood beads began to decompose into strands of blood, which merged into his body along the meridians of his palm. When the blood in his body came into contact with these bloodshots, it began to devour and decompose frantically, draining all the energy contained in it, and earning it into his dantian.
There was a slight crunch in his body, and under the constant impact of Xu Zirong, his dantian was doubled again, and the spiritual energy around his body began to flow into his body frantically, and his body suddenly formed a small vortex.
The spiritual energy in the room was swept away, Xu Zirong flipped his wrist, and he held a low-grade spiritual stone in his hand. In this room, he has already set up a spirit separation formation. As long as this formation has been activated, all the spiritual energy fluctuations in the room will not be transmitted to the outside of the room.
A low-grade spirit stone was quickly drained of its spiritual energy and turned into a pile of crumbs. Xu Zirong slowly opened his eyes, and blood flashed.
Qi refining six layers!
He lowered his head, and his clenched fists were loosened again. It was a great feeling that the strength in his body was growing.
Standing up and moving around for a while, Xu Zirong heard a crunching sound in his body. Every time he improves his cultivation, he tempers his body, and those who practice the Heart Sutra of the Sea of Blood not only temper his body, but also improve his body. The spiritual power is compressed into the blood.
With Xu Zirong's current cultivation level, a head-on confrontation might not be an opponent, but if it was a sneak attack, with the characteristics of the Heart Sutra of the Sea of Blood, it was enough for him to kill the monks in the early stage of foundation building.
After calculating the time for his breakthrough, Xu Zirong's expression changed slightly. He originally thought that one hour would be enough for him to break through the sixth level of qi refining, but he did not expect that the energy in this blood is very pure, not only did he break through the sixth level of qi refining , and even accumulated a lot of excess energy.
Originally this was a good thing, but it took a lot longer than he expected to be a little bad.
He took out a spiritual stone from the Qiankun bag, and his face was slightly painful. Although he did not lack spiritual stones for cultivation because of Xu Ziyan's relationship, it was very difficult to hide one with Xu Ziyan on his back.
These two pieces were still hidden by him with great effort, but he didn't expect that a breakthrough would be used up today.
He guided the spiritual energy out of the spiritual stone and flooded the room, then closed the spirit barrier, opened the doors and windows, and allowed the spiritual energy inside and outside the room to reach a balance.
If it was according to the original plan, he could slowly inhale the spiritual energy from the outdoors by gradually opening the spirit barrier, but now, due to the lack of time, he could only use spiritual stones to fill the vacancy.
Not long after he opened the door, Xu Ziyan walked in with today's supper.
Because both of them practiced very hard, snacking at night became the norm. Originally, Xu Ziyan could let those servants prepare a late-night snack, but for some unknown reason, Xu Zirong always lacked interest in what those people prepared.
Three meals a day are prepared by the kitchen staff, not because they are not good at cooking, but Xu Ziyan, who is used to modern eating habits, prefers to do it himself.
As a twelve-year-old boy, when he was growing up, his daily training would consume a lot of physical strength. In addition, he would give himself more training after returning from the martial arts hall. It was normal to be hungry at night. things are up.
As a result, the young master of the Xu family added a very strange habit, that is, he would add an extra meal by himself at night.
When he first heard about this, Xu Xiao was surprised, but he quickly put it aside. He has seen Xu Ziyan's hard work recently, although he doesn't care much about him taking the initiative to cook. He had a cold, but without hindering his cultivation, and having one more hobby, Xu Xiao was still very generous.
Even the head of the house didn't express his opinion, and the others didn't dare to say anything. Many of the servants were still happy. Only the cooks in the kitchen were always frightened, worried that they might offend the young master because of their poor cooking skills.
How did Xu Ziyan know that the cooks were depressed? In fact, even if he knew about him, there was nothing he could do. He just wanted to satisfy his own desire for words. He couldn't control what others thought.
There is another reason why Xu Ziyan is willing to prepare supper for Xu Zirong, that is, Xu Zirong is completely open to the food he cooks.
As a food and cooking lover, meeting a diner who is not picky and can eat three bowls of rice at every meal is like meeting a confidant. Watching Xu Zirong gulp down the food he prepared is such a feeling Don't be too wonderful!
"I'm full." Xu Zirong put down the tableware and wiped his mouth. The food made by Xu Ziyan may not be so exquisite, but there is a strong taste of home in it, which makes Xu Zirong, who has never experienced that kind of feeling, very nostalgic.
He may not even know that what he likes is the warm feeling of home, but he instinctively draws this warmth from Xu Ziyan.
From his warm embrace, from the food he cooks, from his considerate attitude towards himself...
At this time, Xu Zirong was like a greedy beast, coveting the warm smell emanating from Xu Ziyan's body. Just at this moment, he can still be satisfied with the warmth that this exudes. Once he realized that this warmth might leave him, swallowing, possessing, became his only choice to retain this warmth!
"Zirong, don't work too hard, it's right to practice hard, but you should also pay attention to the combination of work and rest, you know?" Xu Ziyan asked with concern.
Xu Zirong nodded. He didn't feel ashamed to pretend to be a well-behaved eight-year-old child at all, but rather enjoyed the feeling of being pampered. If he hadn't seen the children of the Xu family who had bullied him every day, he would even think that it would be good to live peacefully with Xu Ziyan in this way.
It's a pity that Lord Gorefiend always believes that only with enough power can all his wishes be fulfilled.
Although Xu Ziyan was dead, and even his body was occupied by others, but Lin Xiaotian, Mo Ziyuan, and Bai Hua were all still alive, without seeing their tragic death, how could Lord Gorefiend be willing to be indifferent.
After the two had dinner, Xu Zirong politely expressed to Xu Ziyan that her love for 'pink' had passed.
Xu Ziyan was worried that Xu Zirong, who likes pink, would be too girly, but now he finally relaxes.
He patted Xu Zirong on the shoulder hard: "Don't worry, Zirong, tomorrow my brother will ask someone to change the color of the room for you. What color do you like?"
Xu Zirong smiled: "It's good to be the same as your brother's room."
"Oh?" Xu Ziyan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with a smile, "Does Zirong like your brother so much? Even the room settings have to be learned from your brother? Why don't you just live with your brother?"
Xu Zirong was instantly moved. He liked the feeling that Xu Ziyan brought him. If he could live close to Xu Ziyan, it would be nice
pity…
After thinking about it, Xu Zirong still gave up. Now that his cultivation of the Heart Sutra of the Sea of Blood is on the right track, it would be fine if he lived separately. Once he shared a room with Xu Xu Ziyan, he was worried that something would be revealed inadvertently.
Seeing Xu Zirong's tangled face, Xu Ziyan couldn't help but burst into laughter. When Xu Ziyu was young, the family conditions were not very good. He could only share a room with his younger brother. Later, when he changed to a bigger house, Xu Ziyu learned that he could own it. After his own room, he flew away happily like a bird, not like Xu Zirong, who was actually thinking about the possibility of sharing a room with him.
He didn't mind sleeping in the same bed with his younger brother, but Xu Zirong might not be used to being crowded with others. Although it was only a short month, he could also sense that although his younger brother was very well-behaved and cute, he was very determined and would not be easily influenced by others.