It was already evening when Xiao Ran returned to Zhijian Peak.
A drizzle fell unexpectedly in the sky.
The reason for the accident is that Zongzhi Mountain is located in the wilderness of the Western Regions, the altitude is high, the clouds float very low, and the top of Zhijian Peak is far above the clouds, the clouds are all on the mountainside, and there are no clouds overhead.
They all say cloud and rain, no cloud, where does the rain come from
Maybe this is Lingyu...
Xiao Ran thought to himself.
The rain was very clear, swaying the fairy mist, washing the mountains.
The ethereal world has become real, with a few layers of fairy energy less and a little more melancholy.
Xiao Ran even missed the family in his previous life.
It's easy to not want to go home, just go to the new home.
Shaking off the rain on his face, Xiao Ran accelerated back to the Sword-wielding Peak.
It is said that one layer of autumn rain and one layer of coolness, but on Zhijian Peak, the green valley and the gorgeous sea of flowers seem to be still in the spring, and at most there is a little melancholy.
Chuyan took shelter from the rain under the lone pine and licked the cat, entering some kind of Zen state.
Qinglin Huaichun's face has a layer of melancholy in the drizzle.
For her, sewing needle swordsmanship is too simple.
She felt like she might have been deceived.
But in order to be able to climb the Sword Tomb with Xiao Ran, to officially become a swordsman, to gain a firm foothold in Swordsman Peak, and at the same time to be able to weave beautiful clothes, she did all the work of picking grain, weeding, weeding, weeding, and fertilizing. very detailed.
Watering only stopped when it encountered spiritual rain.
She lay down on the cat's back, spread out the white paper, and wrote a letter with a hanging sword dripping ink.
Beauty Ugly Characters, in the past, her calligraphy was very general, and she could only fool the past with scribbled brushwork.
After learning the sewing needle swordsmanship, the handwriting suddenly became more beautiful.
So that she, who never wrote letters and only used jade slips to transmit sound, also began to pick up her sword and write letters.
"Grand-nephew, Xiang, I have entered the sword-wielding peak as I wished, which is the strongest mountain in Zongzhi Mountain, and I am about to become the sword-wielder of Chengjian, so I can make an announcement to shake the dynasty..."
Xiao Ran looked behind her for a long time, but she didn't notice it.
It's not that the writing is too fascinated, but Xiao Ran's body method that integrates with all things is so shocking that even the big boss of Jindan didn't find it.
This further confirmed the strength of Xiao Wu in the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts.
Xiao Ran stood behind Chuyan, looking at her posture on the orange cat, like a primary school student lying on the desk.
"Grand-nephew, have you become an aunt?"
He suddenly asked in surprise!
Chu Yan was startled, but her face was forced to remain calm, as if I knew you were looking at me from behind, I continued to lower my head and write.
"Did you realize that? You are younger than my emperor's nephew!"
She accented the little one.
Xiao Ran tapped her little head with his hand.
"You can't be small to a man, it's polite."
However, according to what Chuyan said, Xiao Ran was younger than her nephew.
Cultivation is like watching chess and rotten Ke, cultivators don't know how fast time goes by...
Xiao Ran suddenly had a feeling of vicissitudes.
However, he has only entered the school for six days, and the feeling is not strong enough. It is not too late to sigh after six hundred years.
The end of the law is the reality.
Jianjian Peak is very beautiful, and they all look young and beautiful, but Junior Sister Zhehui in the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts is the normal state of female cultivators in the end of the law.
Although her lifespan is approaching, with Junior Sister Zhehui's Jindan cultivation base, she could have forcibly maintained her youthful appearance, but she did not do so, instead she used her limited energy and spiritual power to prolong her life instead of maintaining her youth.
Being alive is more important than being beautiful.
"Don't touch my head, the president is not tall!"
Chu Yan said in a deep voice, but in fact, Xiao Ran's percussion technique was very particular, she was very comfortable percussion, and she was addicted like a cat being slapped.
Xiao Ran prepared to make wine and said:
"Where are the rice and begonia petals I asked you to pick."
"Take it."
Chuyan threw a sack of sack, the texture was sack, and the size was sack.
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The sack is full of selected grains, herbs and crabapple petals.
This is too fast!
Xiao Ran looked around again, checking the fields.
It was found that the weeds and pests in the ground were all taken care of, and the fertilizer was finely applied, in conjunction with this silent spiritual rain...
Tools are really capable!
Xiao Ran rubbed the pair of soft and slender shoulders, just like the master rubbed his shoulders after his meritorious service one day.
It means: Be a worker with peace of mind, dear.
"Yes, as a teacher, you really did not see the wrong person. You were born to be a nanny... a swordsman."
"What is a nanny?"
"High-level swordsman."
The girl didn't believe it at all, her jade elbow rested on the cat's back, her chin was resting on her slender hand, and her face was full of spring.
"Although this swordsmanship is exquisite, it is too simple. I have already mastered it. When will I be allowed to weave clothes?"
Xiao Ran said:
"Silkworm, mulberry, cotton, seven-colored fruit... You go to Xiaoxiaofeng or the outer door to find these four kinds of seeds and silkworm seeds. You have to plant them yourself and wear them to make them smell good."
"You're a bit perverted."
That being said, Chuyan obediently got up and went to ask for silkworms, and by the way sent the letter back to the imperial capital.
After Chuyan left with the orange cat, Xiao Ran started to make rice wine.
Soak the selected grains in high-pressure spirit water for an hour, drain and cook them, put them in a large stone jar, dig a hole in the center, put in yeast koji, add spirit water and stir, and put them in the wine cellar prepared in advance. , waiting for fermentation.
Under normal circumstances, it is almost possible to drink alcohol before midnight.
It was already dark.
In the end of the Dharma era, the ghosts appeared frequently, and the cultivation world was very resistant to the darkness. In the rainy night without the stars and the moon, the mountain protection formation was usually lit up with a faint blue light.
The sword-carrying peak was bathed in a faint light like a blue moon.
Xiao Ran walked lightly into the bamboo forest and looked towards the hot spring.
She was dressed in blue silk and had thick braids tied at the ends of her hair. Her smooth and white skin was like a bright moon, exuding a faint fragrance of peach sword.
Xiao Ran realized that as soon as Shizun came back from the medicinal bath in the morning, he began to take a bath in the hot spring to dissipate the medicinal poison and medicinal heat and balance his constitution.
After all, the medicine prescribed by Master Shi had too many side effects.
I really don't know how Shizun carried it over after being bathed in medicine by his uncle... Do you drink fake wine to fight poison
The hot springs of Zhijianfeng and the sake brewed by Xiao Ran are the best detox partners, and inadvertently contributed a good value of filial piety to Xiao Ran.
[filial piety value: 22.]
The only side effect is that the malt wine uses wheat grown by Chen Gongxing himself.
Hot Spring Cliff.
The mist is very clear, peach blossoms are falling in the drizzle, and raindrops are carried on the running water.
Ling Zhouyue squinted her eyes slightly, her face was picturesque, and her body was as naked as the moon.
She vaguely recalled many forgotten memories of drinking fake wine over the years.
One of them made her frown.
Five hundred years ago, she came to Zongzhi Mountain from the Dao League to escape a certain man.
It's just that she has long forgotten the name and appearance of the other party.
Just remember, that seems to be someone who can't even kill her...
No wonder that day when I was feeling emotional, I said to Xiao Ran:
"Master is not as strong as you think."
When she said it casually at the time, she was a little confused after saying that. Is that what she meant
This world is huge, no matter how talented and powerful she is, there are still nine luminaries on it, as well as the laws of heaven and the customs of the world.
You can't do whatever you want, it's annoying!
"Master, you are drinking too much."
Behind him, Xiao Ran's voice came from a distance.
Slowly opening her picturesque and tired eyebrows, she suddenly asked:
"It's been a while since I came to hold the sword peak. Are you ready to carry the sword?"
One, two, three, four, five, six... It's been a while.
Xiao Randao suddenly realized that this was the first time that Master cared about his practice.
"The disciple will inherit the sword within half a month."
Ling Zhouyue asked again:
"How is your swordsmanship practice?"
For Xiao Ran, being filial to the master and earning filial piety is the practice of swordsmanship, so he is practicing swordsmanship.
As long as he collects enough filial piety points and upgrades to the second-order resonance power, he can take off in place.
"Three days can be accomplished."
he said confidently.
Ling Zhouyue smiled.
"I just like your blind and confident look. It's very similar to when you were a teacher when you were young. Unfortunately, the world you haven't seen is still very big..."
"What the master taught is."
Xiao Ran nodded, Zong Zhishan was very small, and the world he didn't see was indeed huge.
"Why are you so far away?"
Ling Zhouyue said with a bit of resentment.
Xiao Ran thought to himself, if you are too close, you will see more than just the world.
Seeing Xiao Ran being silent for a long time, Ling Zhouyue thought for a long time before she understood.
"You are blindly confident, act in a hurry, and you can't think of being cautious about such trivial matters."
Xiao Ran thought to himself that keeping a safe distance from women, maintaining the stability of the crystal wall of the plane, and avoiding the attacks of indescribable divine beasts, is a compulsory course for traversers.
"What the master taught is."
Ling Zhouyue smiled, raised her head and poured a pot of sake, her voice was lazy and high-pitched, but also solemn like a hanging moon, irreversible.
"My body is sore... You help me up and change clothes with me."