Is this all the sect is capable of
When Chen Changan learned about this situation, he was sweating profusely.
The sect is short of talents, especially talents in formation.
It’s really lacking!
This further strengthened his determination to implement sect reforms.
Short peak.
After practicing, Zhixi looked around for Chen Changan.
Last night.
This Senior Brother Gou actually helped to close the door.
How afraid are you of me, your junior sister
Junior sister, I’m not a tigress, am I that scary
It’s too bad!
She was really speechless at that time. She lay on the bed sulking, and then, she fell asleep!
When I woke up, it was already bright day.
At this time, Chen Changan returned to Aifeng.
"Brother, where... have you been?"
Zhixi finally saw clearly that Senior Brother Gou had come from the direction of Yumian Peak.
Although... the direction was off by a little bit, given my brother's cautious and careful style, it must have been intentional.
"Go and take a closer look at the sect's protective formation!"
Chen Changan said.
This girl, why does her eyes feel a little strange
What's going on
Are you still bothered about closing the door last night
I haven't even started to teach you a lesson, and you come to me on your own
"Just say whatever you want to say. Brother has something else to do!"
Chen Changan said immediately.
"Uncle White Fox, how does it taste?"
Zhixi asked timidly.
Then, he jumped far away, far away from Chen Changan.
"Wang Zhixi, what are you thinking about?"
Chen Changan's face suddenly became dark.
"Hey, I'm just asking casually, why are you so excited?"
Zhixi jumped and ran away, ignoring Chen Changan completely.
"Hehe, it turns out that Senior Brother is not like Senior Uncle White Fox... Yeah, I see!"
She is very happy.
"This girl is hopeless!"
Chen Changan was speechless.
As you grow up, you become bad!
This is not even the information age of the earth. If it were the information age, what the hell would happen to this girl
Not able to go to heaven
Approaching the wine room, Chen Changan picked up two gourds of fine wine and flew into the air.
He first went to the cafeteria, applied the "Comprehensive Rules of Foodies", fried two dishes, packed them up, and took off again to Baofan Hall.
today.
Dao Lao was still lying on the table.
In Chen Changan's view, this old man seemed like a tool.
He lies down every day and rarely moves.
How much of a homebody are you? Is there something wrong
Wait... Could it be...
While thinking about something random, Chen Changan sniffed lightly and activated the foodie rule.
Soon, he smelled a hint of blood from Taoist Lao. This bloody smell was not from anyone else, but from Taoist Lao himself.
What's going on
He was confused.
Could it be that I guessed right and Taoist Master was really injured
It shouldn't be like this!
Logically speaking, the Nine Yang Sword God recorded in the small notebook is an unparalleled master.
How did you get hurt
"Junior brother Chang'an, come, come, come, come quickly!"
Seeing Chen Changan coming, Taoist Lao waved with a smile, and a chair had already been placed for Chen Changan!
Since the last time I went to the Jiuyang Palace.
He really hasn't moved in these days.
The injury has been aroused, and the only way to feel better is to stay in Baofan Palace obediently.
Moreover, after moving around for a few times, I not only didn't get the job done, but my injury got worse. It was really a loss on both ends.
It’s a big loss.
"Come, Master, have some wine and some food!"
Chen Changan put down the wine and food.
Shi Zhifu started the preparations, opened the lunch box, and took out the pig's trotters and chicken legs that were made with the new technique.
Dao Jiuyang picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.
Immediately, he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "My nephew, your cooking skills are getting better and better. The taste is first-rate, almost comparable to the dishes of several masters that I ate in Zhong Shenzhou when I was young!"
"Hmm, it smells a bit familiar, like I've seen it before!"
Chen Changan said modestly: "No, my nephew is still too young to compare with those top gourmet masters. He still has a long way to go!"
"I came here this time mainly to thank Dao Lao for his help. You see, I don't have anything that would be appreciated by Master. I only have a little bit of craftsmanship that can barely be put on the stage!"
"Oh wow, nephew, you are too modest. It's rare to find a young man like you who is both capable and low-key. Uncle likes people like you!"
Eat a bite of pig's trotter and then a bite of chicken leg.
Dao Lao took another sip of beer with his mouth full of oil.
It tastes and looks delicious.
Chen Changan couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks.
I tasted the pig's trotter.
Well, there has been progress indeed, and I am not bragging about myself in this regard.
honest.
The two of them toasted each other for three rounds, and after three rounds of drinking, Chen Changan asked the question in his mind: "Master Dao, there is one thing I don't understand. Why do you have a faint smell of... hurt? Could it be..."
Taoist, who was drinking, suddenly stopped and looked at Chen Changan with wrinkled eyes.
Said: "You figured it out!"
Chen Changan said: "I can't tell by looking at it, I can tell by smelling it!"
Dao Jiuyang said: “It’s almost the same, indeed as you know… I’m injured, so I need to stay here most of the time and rarely move around;
Therefore... the Huoyun Sect and the Demonic Heaven Sect dare to be so rampant!
If it weren't for that year...
How could it be possible for two small sects to covet our Nine Sun Sect?"
"By the way, nephew, did you let that little kid go?"
Chen Changan said: "Not yet, I will release it later!"
Dao Jiuyang showed a trace of disappointment: "If I hadn't been injured, I would have killed this little girl, and they wouldn't dare to do anything!
But now, for safety's sake, we should release it!"
Chen Changan said: "Uncle Master, rest assured, I know my limits. Uncle Master, can I take a look at your injuries?"
"See my injuries?"
Dao Jiuyang was stunned and looked at Chen Changan.
It was as if he was saying: Junior-brother, can you really heal the Taoist injury of a great master like me who is at the Kaitian realm
"I can give it a try! I'm also good at making pills!"
Chen Changan understood the meaning in Dao Jiuyang's eyes and smiled.
"Um?"
Dao Jiuyang was stunned again, unable to react.
Chen Changan smiled and said, "My master, Taoist Lingxu, was injured in the past few sect wars, and the elixirs he used to heal his injuries were all made by me!"
"Compared to the sect's elixirs, mine... may be a little better!"
Finally, he lowered his head, smiled, and added a very true statement.
"You can make pills, are you serious?"
Dao Jiuyang was indeed a little surprised. This kid knew a little bit about drawing talismans, cooked delicious dishes, and brewed even better wine.
Now it’s okay to talk about refining the elixir in person.
This is a bit too much. Even I, the Nine Yang Sword God, can’t make pills!
In a few days, can you repair the sect's formation
Chen Changan smiled and said, "It's absolutely true. If you don't believe me, you can ask my master!"
After these words were spoken, Dao Jiuyang thought for a moment.
Finally, he said, "You can take a look, but no one else can see it. Come here, over to my side!"
"OK!"
Chen Changan stood up.
Go around the long table.
Came to Dao Jiuyang.
"Squat down, squat down and look! It's at your dantian!"
Dao Jiuyang looked around, made sure there was no one around, and then spoke again.
"Um!"
Chen Changan squatted down.
Dao Jiuyang slowly opened the corner of his clothes.
Then, a scene that shocked Chen Changan extremely appeared.
He saw...