My Debauched Devotion

It was already evening when Xiao Ran returned to Zhijian Peak.

There was an unexpected drizzle in the sky.

It was a surprise because Zongzhi Mountain was located in the wilderness of the Western Regions, the altitude was already high, the clouds floated very low, and the peak of Zhijian Peak was far above the clouds.

Everyone talks about cloud and rain, but if there is no cloud, where does the rain come from?

Probably this is the spirit rain...

Xiao Ran thought to himself.

The rain is very clear, and the fairy mist swirls away, washing the mountains.

The ethereal world has become real, with a few layers of fairy spirit missing, and a little more melancholy.

Xiao Ran even missed the family from his previous life a little bit.

It's easy not to miss home, just go to your new home.

Shaking the rain off his face, Xiao Ran accelerated back to Zhijian Peak.

It is said that there is one layer of autumn rain and one layer of coolness, but on Zhijian Peak, the green valley and the colorful sea of ​​flowers still seem to be in the spring, and at most there is a little melancholy.

Chu Yan took shelter from the rain under a lone pine and petted her cat, entering a kind of Zen state.

Qing Lin Huaichun's face became more melancholy in the drizzle.

For her, sewing needle swordsmanship is too simple.

She felt that she might have been cheated.

But in order to be able to climb the Sword Tomb with Xiao Ran, officially become a sword holder, gain a firm foothold on the Sword Holder Peak, and at the same time, in order to be able to weave beautiful clothes, she did all the work of picking grain, weeding, weeding, and fertilizing. very detailed.

The watering stopped when it encountered spiritual rain.

She lay on the cat's back, spread out the white paper, and wrote the letter with a hanging sword dripping ink.

Beautiful ugly characters, in the past, her calligraphy was very ordinary, and she could only be fooled by scribbled brushwork.

After learning the sewing needle sword technique, the handwriting suddenly became much more beautiful.

So much so that she, who never wrote letters and only used jade slips for sound transmission, also began to pick up the sword and write letters.

"Grand-nephew, Xiang, I have entered Zhijian Peak as I wished. This is the strongest mountain in Zongzhi Mountain, and I will inherit the sword and become a sword-bearer. I can announce that I will shake Chaogang..."

Xiao Ran looked behind her for a long time, but she didn't notice.

It's not that writing letters is too engrossing, but that Xiao Ran's agility that blends into everything is so shocking that even the master Jindan didn't notice it.

This further confirmed the strength of Xiao Wu in the Valley of Beasts.

Xiao Ran stood behind Chuyan, seeing her posture lying on the orange cat, she looked very much like a primary school student lying on a desk.

"Grandnephew, have you become an aunt?"

He suddenly asked in surprise!

Chu Yan was taken aback, but her face was forced to be calm, as if I knew you were looking at me from behind, and continued to write with her head down.

"Did you realize it? You are younger than my grandnephew who is the emperor!"

She accentuated the small.

Xiao Ran tapped her small head with his hand.

"You can't be petty to a man, it's polite."

However, what Chu Yan said was that Xiao Ran was younger than her grandnephew.

Cultivation is like watching a bad game of chess. A cultivator doesn't know how time flies...

Xiao Ran suddenly felt a sense of vicissitudes.

However, he has only started for six days, and the feeling is not strong enough, and it will not be too late to sigh after six hundred years.

The Dharma-ending age is the reality.

Zhijian Peak is very beautiful, and they all look like young beauties, but Junior Sister Zhehui from the Valley of Beasts is the normal state of female cultivators in the Dharma-ending era.

Although the end of her life was approaching, she could have forcibly maintained her youthful appearance with her Jindan cultivation base, 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 far more important than being pretty.

"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 is very particular, and she is very comfortable in percussion, just like a cat being rubbed.

Xiao Ran prepared to make wine, and said:

"Where are the rice and crabapple petals I asked you to pick?"

"Take it."

Chuyan threw a kit sack, the texture is a kit,

Size is sack.

The sacks are filled with carefully selected grains, herbs and crabapple petals.

This speed is too fast!

Xiao Ran looked around again, checking the fields.

It was found that all the weeds and pests in the field had been taken care of, and the fertilizer was finely applied, in conjunction with this silent spiritual rain that moisturizes everything...

Tools are really capable!

Xiao Ran rubbed those soft and slender shoulders, just like the master rubbed his shoulders one day after he made meritorious deeds.

It means: Be a laborer with peace of mind, dear.

"That's right, as a teacher, you are right. You are born to be a nanny...you are expected to hold a sword."

"What is a nanny?"

"A high-ranking swordsman."

The girl didn't believe it at all, her jade elbow rested on the cat's back, her chin rested on her slender hand, and she looked full of spring.

"Although this sword technique is exquisite, it's too simple. I've already mastered it. When will I be able to weave clothes?"

Xiao Ran said:

"Silkworm, mulberry, cotton, seven-color fruit...you go to Xiaoyu Peak or the outer gate to find these four kinds of seeds and silkworm seeds. You have to plant them yourself, and they will taste good when you wear them."

"You're a bit perverted."

That's what he said, but Chuyan obediently got up to ask for silkworm seeds, and sent the letter back to the imperial capital by the way.

After Chuyan left with the orange cat, Xiao Ran started making rice wine.

Soak the selected grains in high-pressure spiritual water for an hour, drain and cook, put them in a large stone jar, dig a hole in the center, put yeast koji, stir with spiritual water, and put them in the wine cellar prepared in advance , waiting for fermentation.

Under normal circumstances, drinking is almost available before midnight.

It was dark already.

In the era of the end of the Dharma, ghosts appear frequently, and the cultivation world is very resistant to the dark sky. On rainy nights when there are no stars and moons, the mountain protection array is usually lit up with a faint blue light.

Zhijian Peak is bathed in the twilight like a green moon.

Xiao Ran came to the bamboo forest with light steps, and looked in the direction of the hot spring.

Dressed in loose black silk and thick braids at the ends of her hair, her smooth and fair skin was like a bright moon, exuding a faint fragrance of peach swords.

Xiao Ran realized that as soon as Master came back from the medicinal bath in the morning, he began to take a bath in the hot spring to dissipate the poison and heat of the medicine and balance his body.

After all, the medicine prescribed by my uncle had too many side effects.

I really don't know how the master survived after being bathed in medicine by the uncle... Did you drink fake wine to fight poison with poison?

The hot spring at Zhijian Peak and the sake brewed by Xiao Ran are the best partners for detoxification, and they have inadvertently contributed a lot of filial piety to Xiao Ran.

【Filial piety value: 22. 】

The only side effect is that the malt wine is made of wheat grown by Chen Xingxing himself. The sense of vicissitudes is too serious, and it is easy for people to go back to the past.

Hot Spring Cliff.

The mist is very clear, the peach blossoms are falling in the drizzle, bearing raindrops on the running water.

Ling Zhouyue squinted her eyes slightly, her face was as clear as a painting, and her body was as naked as a moon.

She vaguely remembered many past events that had been forgotten by 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 from someone.

However, she has long forgotten the other party's name and appearance.

Just remember, that seems to be a person that even she can't kill...

It's no wonder that that day when I was feeling emotional for a while, I said the sentence to Xiao Ran:

"Master is not as strong as you imagined."

At that time, she said it casually, and she was a little confused after she finished speaking. Is that what she meant?

This world is very big, no matter how talented and powerful she is, there are still Jiuyao, the laws of heaven and the customs of the world.

If you can't do whatever you want, it's annoying!

"Master, you drank too much wine."

Behind him, Xiao Ran's voice came from far away.

Slowly opening her picturesque and tired eyebrows, she suddenly asked:

"It's been a while since I held the sword, are you ready to bear the sword?"

One, two, three, four, five, six... It is indeed a long time.

Xiao Randao suddenly realized that this was the first time Master cared about his practice.

"The disciple will inherit the sword within half a month."

Ling Zhouyue asked again:

"How is your swordsmanship?"

For Xiao Ran, doing filial piety to his master and earning filial piety points is practicing swordsmanship, so he is currently practicing swordsmanship.

As long as he gathers 100 filial piety points and upgrades to the second-order resonance power, he can take off on the spot.

"Three days can achieve great success."

he said confidently.

Ling Zhouyue smiled.

"I just like your blind self-confidence. It's very similar to the teacher when he was young. Unfortunately, the world you haven't seen is still very big..."

"Master taught me that."

Xiao Ran nodded, Zongzhi Mountain was very small, and the world he didn't see was really big.

"Why are you so far away?"

Ling Zhouyue said with a little resentment.

Xiao Ran thought to himself, if you get too close, you will see more than just a big world.

Seeing Xiao Ran was silent for a long time, Ling Zhouyue thought for a long time before she understood.

"You are blindly confident and act in a hurry. It is unexpected that you are cautious about such trivial matters."

Xiao Ran thought to himself, keeping a safe distance from women, maintaining the stability of the crystal wall of the plane, and avoiding the attacks of indescribable beasts are compulsory courses for traversers.

"Master taught me that."

Ling Zhouyue smiled, raised her head and poured a pot of sake, her voice was lazy, high-pitched, and solemn like a hanging moon, irreversible.

"My body is sore from soaking... You help me up and change clothes with me."