Mingfeng's face twitched: "Nonsense, where is Lao Tzu poor? Lao Tzu's wine is not exchanged!"

"Then did you change it? Isn't it in your stomach?" Jiang Chan hit the nail on the head, if you put it from another angle, Mingfeng is indeed not poor, after all, there are so many wines on Wuji Peak.

But what's the use of having too much wine? Did Mingfeng exchange it for spirit stones? Not a single one! Didn't those wines be drunk by Mingfeng in the end? So, Mingfeng really jingle poorly.

"Little girl is so cute, what nonsense is the truth?Drink your bar!" Mingfeng doesn't think there's anything wrong with letting an eleven-year-old girl drink, she's a monk, not a mortal, what's the point of drinking some wine?

He Mingfeng was amused, Jiang Chan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally fell asleep, but the wine gourd was still hugged tightly. Mingfeng glanced at her, and didn't mean to take care of her.

She was a monk, and even if she slept in the open for a few nights, nothing happened.

Jiang Chan slept until noon the next day, she only felt that the sun was very dazzling, and she couldn't open her eyes. I wanted to stretch my waist, only to find that I was still holding the wine gourd given by Mingfeng yesterday in my arms.

Okay, she was able to pull out a wine gourd from the poor ghost master's hand, and she earned it.

Putting the wine gourd into the storage bracelet and performing a cleaning technique on himself, Jiang Chan stood up and moved his muscles slightly. Mingfeng is no longer on Wuji Peak, and he has already set off to get her back from Hantan.

Look at your cave again, the rattan bed and the mattress woven by meditation grass are gone, and I think I was taken away by Mingfeng. There was only one futon left in the cave, and the other one was also taken away by Mingfeng.

Jiang Chan smiled bitterly, did she still want to thank Mingfeng for leaving one for herself?

Anyway, today's daily training still has to be done. After putting on a posture, Jiang Chan began his daily training. She still remembered what Mingfeng had told her yesterday to let her consolidate her cultivation on Wuji Peak.

Last night's feeling was not obvious, but after sobering up today, Jiang Chan found that his cultivation had reached the top of the eleventh layer of qi refining, and he was about to ascend to the twelfth layer of qi refining.

Well, thinking that Mingfeng let her stay on Wuji Peak, it is estimated that he also wants her not to run around in the sect, after all, her cultivation is promoted too quickly.

On the first day of entering the sect, she had just risen to the eleventh layer of qi refining, and it had only been half a month, and she was about to enter the twelfth layer of qi refining, this speed was too eye-catching, and she needed to precipitate and be low-key at this time.

In the next half month, Jiang Chan did not take half a step out of Wuji Peak, and after the daily sword swing, she wandered around Wuji Peak and took care of Wuji Peak.

She picked a lot of meditation grass, and specially divided a place to plant meditation grass, and she used the rest of the place. Wuji Peak is so big, she is ready to focus on spiritual plants and spiritual fruits.

Wuji Peak walked around, the ginger cicada harvest is quite large, Mingfeng is a good wine, and there are indeed a lot of fruit trees on Wuji Peak that make wine, but no one takes care of it, and it looks scattered.

Ginger cicadas plant fruit trees of one variety together and divide them into various areas. The Wuji Peak is visibly neat to the naked eye, although she is not able to cultivate spirit plants like the Wood Spirit Root, it is still possible to plant a fruit tree.

Looking at the remaining vast land of Wuji Peak, Jiang Chan wondered if she was going to go to the Fang Market to buy some spirit plant seeds and come back? This is empty, she feels a bit wasteful when she looks at it.

In the future, when she goes out to practice, she will also collect as many spirit plants as possible, and one day, she will make Wuji Peak like a paradise.

has made such a grand volunteer, Jiang Chan still has to be busy with the work at hand, that is, picking fruits. Many of these fruits used in Mingfeng's fruit wine have hung on the branches for decades.

Seeing that they are ripe, of course the ginger cicada has to be picked. Even if you don't make sake, it's good to eat as a fruit. Although these spirit fruits can be sold for a price, Jiang Chan is really a little reluctant, she understands why Mingfeng has made so much wine but is reluctant to sell it at this time.

She eats some of these spirit fruits, and she prepares to use the rest to make wine. Fruit wine, simple.

After a few days of such busy work, Jiang Chan's first brewing was over, and the next thing was to wait patiently. Of course, at present, she is still rubbing the wine of Mingfeng.

The words show that Feng Ke is really picky, and there is a special ban in the place where he hides wine, presumably to prevent others from coming to steal wine.

At night, Jiang Chan was holding a wine gourd as usual, and under her was a rattan chair she had knitted. The evening breeze is gentle, drinking wine and looking at the stars, and occasionally playing with the sword again, especially enjoyed.

It should be said that Feng also really knows how to enjoy.

On the twentieth day of Jiang Chan's stay on Wuji Peak, Mingfeng finally returned.

"I've brought you back this cold pool, where are you going to put it?"

Jiang Chan's eyes rolled: "In the back mountain, I went there a few days ago and found that there is a waterfall in the back mountain, so place the cold pool under the waterfall." ”

"Good vision. Mingfeng nodded approvingly, and thought of one thing with him.

Mingfeng made a move, and Jiang Chan was carried by him with a flying sword.

Jiang Chan complained: "Master, the apprentice is a female doll, how can you carry the apprentice like this?"

Mingfeng also simply: "That's okay, you jump down from here and walk over by yourself." ”

"Then I'll still be carried by you, Master. Jiang Chan immediately changed her words, her and Mingfeng's way of getting along is like this, always bickering, noisy, and pitiful when serious.

Stopping above the waterfall, Mingfeng stretched out his right hand, and a miniature version of the cold pool appeared in the palm of his hand. In the next second, Mingfeng waved his right hand, and Hantan was thrown directly below the waterfall by him.

As you descend, the pool grows larger and larger, eventually taking over all the waters below the falls.

The Xuanli sword on Jiang Chan's waist moved, making a buzzing sound. She flicked the Xuanli sword: "Go ahead." ”

The next moment, Xuanli Sword disappeared into the cold pool, and Jiang Chan seemed to be able to feel the joy of Xuanli Sword. Xuanli itself was born from Jiang Cicada's collection of cold breath in Hantan, and now he has returned to Hantan again, which can be regarded as returning to his hometown.

"I'll be practicing sword forging here in the future, and this environment is more suitable for me. ”

Except for an extra waterfall, there is no difference between the back mountain of Wuji Peak and the bottom of that cliff, which also gives Jiang Cicada a sense of familiarity.

"It's been boring for more than half a month, right? Seeing that your cultivation has been consolidating well, it's time for you to go to the kendo hall to take classes and listen to other people's opinions. ”

Glancing at Jiang Chan's cultivation, Mingfeng was satisfied, and sent Jiang Chan to the Kendo Hall to listen and take a look.

"I also have this plan, before I build the foundation, I will find time to go to the kendo hall to attend classes. ”