The fragrance of the falcon soup comes from the big bones, the meat of the falcon is almost composed of lean meat and tendons, and the fat of the dirty and blood of the falcon is lower.
After two days of eating, Xiao Ran not only did not gain weight, but also lost some weight.
Ling Zhouyue is the same.
The fat that came out of the fat, actually lost weight by eating meat... an unimagined way to lose weight.
Her posture was restored, as savage as a sword, and slender and rhythmic.
If she doesn't get drunk and say stupid things, she's a goddess of goddesses.
Chu Yan next door was crying.
[Congratulations to the host for getting 1 Filial Piety!]
[Congratulations to the host for getting 1 Filial Piety!]
[Congratulations…]
For two days, Xiao Ran's ears were filled with the sound of the system. He counted, and after eating one falcon, his filial piety increased by more than 30.
Brother Hayabusa didn't die in vain!
…
Two days before the Chengjian Conference.
The large array upgrade work that took half a month was finally completed.
The operation and maintenance of the brand-new mountain protection formation was handed over to Bo Yunzi.
Huangfuqun's father and son are in charge of the order of the conference. They attach great importance to the safety of this sword-carrying conference. In order to prevent emergencies, they have issued dozens of temporary guidelines for the disciples not to cross the line.
This caused the inner and outer disciples to complain, they wanted to take advantage of this conference to be lively and lively, just like eating dumplings once during the New Year, but the result was like going to jail.
In private, there are those who scold Huangfuqun, some who scold Xiao Ran, and some who scold this fucking apocalyptic era...
Xiao Ran didn't care either. In the Dharma-ending era, cultivators had serious introversion and generally had a bad temper.
…
The day before the Chengjian Conference.
morning.
Since the repair work of the Great Array of Protecting the Mountain was completed, the real person of the ink box met Xiao Ran as his deity at Zhujian Peak and made tea to cheer him on.
"I still remember the last time someone made tea, eighty years ago..."
I will make tea for a junior for you in my busy schedule, please don't be ignorant.
Xiao Ran understood this, hurriedly held the cup with both hands, and took a sip respectfully.
The bitter tea was heartbroken at the entrance, and it turned into a dragon.
Xiao Ran's forehead was full of black lines, and he almost vomited.
I didn't listen to the memories of the real ink cartridge...
No matter how good the story is, it doesn't matter how bad the tea is. It's like a singer's experience no matter how miserable it is, it doesn't matter if you can't sing well.
Xiao Ran's mind was pitch black, he didn't hear anything, and instinctively blurted out:
"You better let Senior Brother make tea."
Behind the real ink cartridge.
Master Gao was slightly startled, the lines of sword engravings on the blinding iron ring flashed with red flickering light.
For hundreds of years, before several Chengjian conferences, the people of Chengjian have drank tea made by the master himself. To a certain extent, this is a test.
Tea is hard to drink, and those who inherit the sword either grit their teeth and say it is delicious, or taste the bitterness of it carefully and analyze a bunch of kendo philosophy.
Xiao Ran was the only one who spoke the truth that the teacher wanted to say but dared not.
Master's tea is really hard to drink!
Although the previous sword-carrying people succeeded in carrying the sword, in the end they only got the ground-level and yellow-level ancient swords on the second floor under the sword mound.
The sword on the second floor, since the end of the law era, only Bo Yunzi got the ancient sword of Xuanjie.
It is generally believed in the door that only Elder Lingzhou can obtain the ancient sword of Heaven rank if he takes the sword in person.
However, the academy had already forged the sword of life for Elder Lingzhou, which was not weaker than the Heavenly Rank.
But now, Elder Lingzhou's direct disciple, who is suspected of being a gift from the Heavenly Sage, has given a real answer that makes people want to cry.
This man who wants to cry is the real person of ink cartridge.
The real person of the ink box was making tea more attentively than usual. He wanted to hear Xiao Ran's profound resonating kendo theory, but he tasted...
Unpleasant
The old face of the real ink cartridge froze for a long time, and then reluctantly said:
"Tea is good to drink, but bad to drink. Swords are like tea, good swords are good swords, and bad swords are bad swords. You dare to say that tea is bad in front of this old man, which shows that Junior Nephew Xiao already has the childlike heart to choose good swords. , In front of the Supreme Sword, any lie is a cloud of smoke, just a childlike innocence."
And blowing like that
I'm so sick of drinking it that I can't help but blurt it out...
Xiao Ran was speechless.
The real ink cartridge couldn't blow anymore, got up and patted Xiao Ran's shoulder.
"Xiao Ran, I'm optimistic about you."
This time, he didn't call himself an old man or a nephew Xiao Ran, just like the expectations of a close friend of the same generation, he saw a light in the end of the law era on Xiao Ran's head.
Make Xiao Ran Alexander.
…
In the afternoon, Baicao Peak.
In front of the two coaches in charge of the sword-handling conference, Xiao Ran accepted Yinyue Zhenren's pre-jian physical examination to ensure that his physique was under the monstrous sword intent and there was no safety risk.
After all, he is now a treasure of the sect.
Coincidentally, the two Nascent Souls who were in charge of the Chengjian Conference were the two old men who fought Netherworld together on Jianping that day.
Xiao Ran slightly clenched his fists.
"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Ouyang, stay safe."
The two old men were slightly startled, but Xiao Ran still remembered their names.
This time, the two were no longer arrogant, and even as comrades-in-arms last time, they were quite proud to witness the miracle.
He hurriedly bowed back and said:
"Junior Brother Xiao is very polite."
This time, Yinyue Zhenren was very serious, wearing a consciousness-enhancing lens in one eye, and only used acupuncture to pierce Xiao Ran's dantian, use three points of medicine, and take a biopsy of the thin membrane of the dan wall.
Afterwards, Xiao Ran's dantian was covered with Dahe Sword Intent Stone and injected with Sword Intent.
For Xiao Ran, although it is not very comfortable, it is still much better than the body profile.
An hour later, the results came out.
Old man Ouyang frowned slightly while holding the analysis jade slip.
"The Sword Tomb has four layers of sword-bearing places. According to the results of the spiritual test, Junior Brother Xiao should be able to pass through the cliffs, the Yanling Mountains, and the Sword Thorns Forest to reach the fourth floor of the Yellow-Rank Sword Tomb, and then go up... if you can, don't go up. reluctantly."
Xiao Ran nodded. After all, there was only one Qi-refining cultivation, and the result was much better than he expected.
"nature."
Old Man Ouyang added:
"As for your disciple, Jiang Chuyan, she may go to the third floor, or even the second floor, the Xuanji sword tomb."
Xiao Ran was slightly startled, is this little girl so talented
Coach Zhang hurriedly comforted:
"Junior Brother Xiao doesn't need to feel ashamed. After half a month of entry, you will take qi cultivation as your inheritance sword. You are already a miracle. There is no need to take risks to prove yourself. You can inherit your sword more than once. "
"Thank you."
After the two left.
Yinyue Zhenren quietly dragged Xiao Ran into the underground pill room again, as if secretly opening a small stove for him.
"Do you have any medicinal pills for Chengjian?"
Xiao Ran shook his head.
"No."
Yinyue Zhenren's dignified and soft face suddenly showed a hint of excitement.
"Is there any prescription for Chengjian, Shibo can help you practice it."
Xiao Ran saw the tiredness on the gentle face of the uncle, and only said:
"Master, you still have to make medicine for the real master. You are too tired recently, so you don't have to worry about your disciples."
Yinyue Zhenren suddenly felt a little disappointed, and said a little angrily:
"Are you confident, or do you love your uncle?"
Xiao Ran smiled.
"All."
Yinyue Zhenren shook his head.
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She knew that Xiao Ran had goals higher than what his physique could bear.
He took out a dark purple medicine pill the size of a strawberry from his arms.
"This is a blood bursting pill, which may be able to work on you. Remember, this pill can only be used at the most critical time. If it is you... it should not die."
"… "
Xiao Ran shivered and took the purple medicinal herb that exuded a strange medicinal fragrance.
…
In the evening, the setting sun is like blood, like doomsday.
On the way back to Jianfeng, a message suddenly popped up in the black ring group.
[Xiao Wu: Tomorrow, Zongzhishan Sword Tomb, Xiao Ran will participate in the Chengjian Conference.]
After a while, a person Xiao Ran had never seen speaking before spoke.
[Primate: Finally... Our salvation plan can be started.]