Zheng Qiu scratched and pondered, but couldn't guess what Qingyue meant by forming a circle, so he had to ask it to announce the answer.

Qingyue grinned and said, "The boss is so stupid today, I'm in the shape of a bottle."

Does the Boss remember the grass in the bottle?"

Of course, Zheng Qiu had an image, and that green grass was discovered by himself when he was a medicine boy in the Seeking Mist Sect, and he brought it all the way to the Qianyun Sect.

Later, I went to the Great Wilderness Lonely City without carrying it, and I sneaked into Fangcao Peak when I was counting the books in Qianyun and found it.

Qing Yue liked this grass very much at that time, saying that this grass was a treasure, and she had to use the "wood spirit" to save it herself, and she had to raise it herself.

Now that it suddenly mentions the grass, could it be that the grass has changed again?

"I remember that thing, what, is the grass going to bear fruit or is it going to bloom?"

Qingyue still shook her head: "It's not right, the grass is going to come back to life!"

Boss, you wait a few more days, and I'll let you see the results of my raising!"

After reporting the good news, Qing Yue quickly yawned again, opened Zheng Qiu's collar and rubbed it, and went back to sleep for her own beauty.

Zheng Qiu glanced at Han Fufu outside the carriage, the big fat man was in a state of meditation and luck, and he didn't hear himself talking to Qingyue.

If, according to Qingyue, the Mortal Sect's practice of refining food is very poor and cannot be completely refined, then it is estimated that the sect master and elders of the sect will be even fatter.

The carriage traveled for about two hours until it reached the edge of a valley.

Zheng Qiu opened the car window and looked around, but he was far away from the town, and he couldn't see the farmland and plains on the periphery of Fengshou Town.

Looking ahead, the valley is open and flat, with peaks on both sides spacing hundreds of feet, allowing plenty of light in the valley.

At the entrance to the valley, a spoon the size of a carriage reclined.

The spoon is hewn from a single stone, and the surface is carefully polished to appear very smooth.

Han Fufu jumped out of the carriage and respectfully opened the door: "Senior, the Fan Sect has arrived, this is the mountain gate of our sect." ”

Zheng Qiu stepped out of the carriage and said intentionally or unintentionally: "I didn't expect your sect to be built in the valley, I thought it was on a tall and handsome mountain. ”

Han Fufu scratched his head and smiled, looking a little embarrassed: "Let the seniors laugh."

The people in our sect are fat, and if the sect is built on a mountain peak, it is inconvenient to run up and down, so it is better to be in the valley. ”

He stretched out his hand to lead the way: "Senior, please come in, I am one of the big disciples in the sect, I am a senior person, and no one will come to find trouble." ”

Following Han Fufu into the valley, Zheng Qiu looked around and observed the environment of the Fan Sect.

The architecture of the Fan Sect is quite traditional, with wooden pillars, brick walls, tile roofs, and other styles, which are quite similar to the buildings of the Wen Sword Sect.

However, in front of each building, there is a tiled roof.

The shed has a long kitchen counter, large and small stoves, and a large pile of cooking tools.

A large number of ingredients are piled up next to the kitchen counter, tied up in mesh bags, and half of the stove is lit, and all kinds of things are cooking.

As far as the eye can see, smoke rises in front of each building, and the aroma of food fills the valley, making people smell a little dizzy.

This Mortal Sect is also really characteristic, not at all like a cultivator's sect, more like a super large kitchen.

No, it's a culinary school where you can learn the art of cooking.

Many disciples of the Fan Sect shuttled between the buildings and the tiled sheds, taking care of the stove where things were cooking.

Pick up a spatula from time to time and flip the food to prevent it from being burned.

Sure enough, everyone in the Fan Fan Sect was fat, and the young children had a lighter degree of fatness, and the older people had a more serious degree of fat.

"Senior, please wait here for a while, I will enter the main hall and call the elder. ”

Han Fatzi's words interrupted Zheng Qiu's observation and thinking.

Zheng Qiu nodded, stood in place with his hands behind his back and waited.

A thin man stood in the gathering area of the fat man, it was so conspicuous that the disciples of the Fan Sect cast curious glances when they passed by.

Guess where this cultivator came from, what is the matter with coming here, and whether he will join the Fan Sect and become a member of the sect.

Although they were curious, no disciple leaned over to ask, they all knew Senior Brother Han.

Since it was the person brought by Senior Brother Han, his strength must be about the same as that of Senior Brother.

These lowly cultivators, it seemed impolite to come forward to ask and greet them.

After about a little more than a stick of incense, Han Fufu ran out of the main hall, followed by a large ball that rolled down the stairs with a bounce.

When the big ball of meat got closer, Zheng Qiu could tell that it was a person.

Compared to the swollen body, the limbs seemed so short at this time, and most of them were buried in the flesh.

He couldn't help but wonder, did such a fat cultivator have the ability to fight?

Can you fly with light?

Han Fufu ran to Zheng Qiu, nodded and introduced, "Senior, this is the fourth elder of our Fan Sect, Elder Si Kun. ”

This Si Kun Elder's face was covered with thick fat flesh, and he couldn't see his expression at all.

said in a dull voice: "Are you the strong man that Han Fufu said?"

I can't imagine being so young and don't know what to call it.

For the kindness of rescuing the disciples of my sect, I thank you here first.

Besides, I'm curious, is your cultivation really above me?"

The corners of Zheng Qiu's eyes twitched, what did Han Fatzi say when he went in just now.

Why did this elder named Si Kun look eager to try, as if he wanted to compete with himself.

Zheng Qiu didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and between his luck, a white mist of light lit up on his body, which was a symbol of the power of the Condensation Realm.