On Gongliang's right, the Xuanlian Holy Light cultivated by Mi Gu turned into a Xuanlian, wrapping her tightly, and neither the naked eye nor the divine sense could see the scene inside. But I didn't know that the little one was now facing the sky, stretching his hands and feet, lying freely on the lotus canopy transformed by the holy light, and falling asleep whining.

Around her, countless silk threads that seemed to be dark blue, dark blue, and dark were entangled, turning and stopping, and releasing and receiving, which was very weird.

Yuan Rolling sat on Gongliang's left, and the Xuanlian transformed by the Xuanlian Holy Light wrapped it inside.

It's just that it's not as powerful as Mi Gu, and you can still see its panda figure from the outside.

Xiao Xiangxiang sat beside Yuanpiao, and now it has also practiced the Xuanlian Holy Light, but its skill is still shallow, and the light shield formed by the Xuanlian Holy Light is only a thin layer, and if there is nothing, it seems that a gust of wind can blow it through.

The faint clouds that shrouded Gongliang continued to pour into the space of his eyebrows as he breathed.

In the sky above the space, a drop of Qingling moon dew condensed into a white mist that was getting thicker and thicker, dripping down and blending into the ice crystal jade dew cup.

Today, the demand for Qingling Moon Dew in the Ice Crystal Jade Dew Bowl is dispensable.

Because Qingling Yuelu is only moonlight condensation after all, and it doesn't have as much pure soul power energy. A drop in the Ice Crystal Jade Dew Bowl is at best just a drop of water falling into the lake, and it can't make it condense even a single petal of Ice Crystal Jade Dew.

And the Gongliang soul body has already been formed, and there is no longer a need for the Qingling Moon Dew to provide energy.

Besides, what he needed now was a large amount of pure soul power, and the Qingling Moon Dew was already useless.

Now that the soul body and the Ice Crystal Jade Dew Bowl are no longer as strong as before, the demand for Qingling Moon Dew is not as strong as before.

Gongliang thought about it for a while, and then injected all the Qingling Moon Dew into his body.

He was dedicated to two things, visualizing the giant rhino moon map while cultivating the twelve refinements of the dragon rhino.

Now he has refined skin, flesh, and tendons, and has reached the stage of refining bones. Because of the hardness of the bones, refining with true fire at this level has become more and more difficult, and the pain of refining bones is more unbearable than in the past when refining skin, flesh, and tendons, making people want to go crazy.

If it weren't for his tenacious personality and the help of the Qingling Yuelu condensed by Yuehua, it is estimated that he would have gone crazy a long time ago.

Now that the space in the center of the eyebrows no longer needs the Qingling Moon Dew, he just used all the Clear Spirit Moon Dew to pour out the pain of refining the bones.

The ribs on the chest, a real fire is constantly scorching and refining.

The ribs turned from blood-red to blackened, then to red, and finally to clotted white jade. The pain in the meantime can be explained clearly in a few words. Fortunately, every time a trace of refining is made, there is a clear spirit moon dew falling on it, extinguishing the unspeakable pain and almost crazy mania.

In the process of refining, the true fire seems to be transforming little by little, and its power is getting bigger and bigger.

In the blink of an eye, it was another night.

Every day, Gongliang and Migu were cultivating for a while, and then they went back to bed and went to sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, Gongliang saw that it was not early, so he had to get up.

Mi Gu, who was lying on top of him, sensed that Baba woke up and opened his big eyes to look at Baba.

Gongliang kissed the little one on the forehead, then put her in the soft fur and continued to lie down, and then got up and dressed. The little one squinted and smiled happily, rolled over, rolled himself into a cylinder with the soft fur, and fell asleep again.

Now the weather is cold, although the little one is not afraid, but he will always lie in bed for a while every day. After Gongliang finished cooking, he got up and ate it.

Yan Jingshu, who was sleeping next to her, heard the sound, opened her eyes, and saw that Gongliang had already gotten up to cook, and quickly got up to help.

"No, you can continue to sleep!" Gongliang hurriedly said.

But Yan Jingshu felt that a slave should have the duty of a slave, and it was impossible for the master to be doing things, and she was sleeping. Of course, if it's really okay, you can let the two younger sisters sleep a little longer, because they slept too late yesterday.

I was fascinated by reading a book last night, if it weren't for the fact that Gongzi surprised them after cultivating, they would probably have seen the dawn all the time.

Thinking of this, Yan Jingshu was ashamed, and secretly decided in her heart that she would not read at night in the future.

Breakfast was simple, nothing more than white porridge.

Gongliang took a long spoon and stirred the five-colored rice in the pot so as not to stick to the pot.

Yan Jingshu helped to burn the firewood, and with her skillful hands and feet, it seemed that she was helping to work at home.

It is difficult for outsiders to imagine that in the original family of Uncle Cheng Yan in the imperial history, in addition to the old servants who guarded the door, there were only two old women who helped with laundry and cooking, and there was not even a maidservant. Usually Mrs. Cheng often cooks, and her three daughters will take turns to help add firewood to the fire.

Others think that this is self-willing, but Mrs. Cheng in the imperial history thinks that this is a model of husband and wife raising their eyebrows and a harmonious family.

But even so, in the end, it is inevitable that people will be framed and their homes destroyed.

The world is impermanent, ruthless, helpless, so that Si.

Mi Gu is very ghostly, although he sleeps in the fur of the animal, he aims the end of the rolled into a cylinder at the place where the porridge is cooked, and from time to time he shows his head to see if the porridge is cooked. Yuan Rolling also woke up, but the fool was still asleep on the soft fur, and it would not get up until it was time to eat.

It's the two sisters Yan Yanshu and Yan Yushu, because they read too late last night, and now they are still asleep.

The porridge was boiled quickly, and today Gongliang was too lazy to cook two portions, so he simply boiled all the three-color rice.

Jingshu, who was petite, was so busy that she was sweating profusely, and when she saw that the porridge was finally busy, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and reached out to wipe the sweat beads on her forehead.

Gongliang turned his head to look, but he didn't realize it, but he saw a few black rouge on his pretty face, and at some point, he smeared a few black rouges.

"Go wash up, and wake your sister up for dinner. ”

"Hmm"

Jingshu answered softly, bowed her head and walked to the bathroom. When I came to the mirror, I found the marks on my face, and when I thought of Gongliang's strange smile, my pretty face blushed with shame.

If you eat porridge in the morning, the food is generally simple, that is, white porridge with pickled animal meat.

It's just that the pickled beast meat is now at the level of demon beasts, and the thin mortal bodies of the Yan family sisters can't stand the essence contained in the beast meat at all, so Gongliang used the wild vegetables that were pickled before to add the ordinary beast meat left over from yesterday to fry a plate of pickled vegetables and shredded meat for them to eat.

No one else needs to call it, when Gongliang cooks the porridge, the rice grain will "sigh", get out of the soft animal fur, hug Baba's neck, and rub Baba's face affectionately. She likes Baba so much, and Baba likes her so much.

There is no need to be called for the round, and when Gongliang fried the pickled vegetables and shredded meat on the table, he immediately got up and quickly ran to the table where he was eating and sat down.

Xiao Xiangxiang also jumped out of its panda fur and stood on the table, waiting for the meal to start.

Mi Gu also hurried over.

No one is more active in eating.

After Jingshu finished washing, she woke up her two younger sisters to eat.

In the past, when eating, it was Gongliang who served rice to them, and later let them serve it themselves when they were lazy. And Xiao Xiangxiang can't serve her own rice because she is relatively small, so the task of serving rice falls on her good friend Yuanbian.

At this time, when the rice was opened, Mi Gu immediately flapped his wings to serve the porridge, and he felt that he was walking over with a basin, as if the porridge would be eaten out when it was late.

Yan Jingshu saw it, and hurriedly walked to the pot where the porridge was cooking, and picked up a long spoon to serve the porridge to them.

Jingshu is 12 years old, Yanshu is 10 years old, and Yushu is 8 years old.

The twelve-year-old was already very tall, but she was petite, and the huge long spoon was still very reluctant to pick up, but she still firmly held the long spoon and served porridge to the rice grains.

Mi Gu knew that she was the girl that Baba bought, but the little guy didn't eat everything that everyone gave her, so she tilted her little head to look at Jingshu and turned her head to look at Baba.

Gongliang nodded invisibly. Mi Gu stretched out his bowl, or eating pot, to catch Jingshu's porridge, and then it was round.

After serving the three of them, Jingshu came to Gongliang's side again and took his bowl to serve porridge.

"I'll do it myself!" said Gongliang politely.

"Childe, sit down, slave Sheng is fine. Yan Jingshu walked to serve porridge with a good bowl.

Among the people, Gongliang and round have the largest amount of rice, so the bowl for eating, oh, should be called a basin, and it is also oversized. Yan Jingshu was holding the basin alone, and she had to hold a big spoon to serve porridge on the side, which was a little reluctant.

Yanshu and Yushu, who were sitting at the table in a proper manner, saw it and hurriedly ran to help their sister.

The two stretched out their small hands to carry a large bowl, Jingshu served porridge, and the three of them cooperated quickly, and then carried them to Gongliang's side together.

After that, Jingshu began to give Sheng to her sister and herself.

Gongliang nodded slightly.

When they started eating, the rice grains were round and fragrant, and even Gongliang himself used pickled demon beast meat to eat, while the three sisters of the Yan family used the pickled vegetables and shredded meat that Gongliang had just fried.

Now Gongliang doesn't marinate the beast meat by himself, and all of it is handed over to the Longbo people in the space and the strong men who caught it. Now these people's craftsmanship is getting better and better, and the pieces of animal meat are marinated as white as jade, bright red as fire, and the taste is getting better and better. Before you reach your nose, you can smell a salty meat.

He took a bite of the pickled animal meat, pulled a mouthful of rice into his mouth, and was about to bite again.

Suddenly smelled a fragrance, and when I looked up, it was floating from the pickled vegetables and shredded meat in front of the three sisters of the Yan family.

After smelling the pickled animal meat in his hand, and then smelling the fragrance wafting in, he felt that the shredded pickled vegetables and meat tasted better, so he shouted: "Gongliang, I want to eat that dish." ”

"Don't you have pickled animal meat, what do you want that dish for?" said Gongliang angrily.

"I just want it. Round and unreasonable shouted.

Mi Gu also said beside him: "Baba, even if you have to eat vegetables, the vegetables are fragrant and smell good." ”

After saying that, the little guy sniffed deeply.

Xiao Xiangxiang turned her head to look, everyone wanted it, wouldn't it be too unsociable, so she screamed softly.

Gongliang rolled his eyes when he heard this, where did these guys want to eat pickled vegetables and shredded meat, they obviously had pink eye. They don't have what they have, and they are jealous. He didn't bother to talk about them, anyway, he fried a large pot of pickled vegetables and shredded meat, even if he gave them more to eat. So I picked up the shredded pickled vegetables and meat in front of the three sisters of the Yan family, dialed a bunch for each of them, and then put them back.