Although Cao Chen's cultivation is not high, and the effect of anti-spirit blood is not very good, there will always be miraculous curative effects from daily feeding. Now, the head of the free and sword master can move, and even the fingers can move slightly. It seems that it won't be too long, and it's almost fine, and it's impossible to recover from cultivation, but life should be okay if you take care of yourself.

Cao Chen felt that he was about to get out of the way.

She threw both the free and the sword master into the bathtub, holding a towel in her hand, rubbing them wildly on the two of them. While rubbing, he said, "Seeing that the two of you are almost well, I am a father and a mother at the same time, when the time comes, how will you repay me?" After that, he suddenly slapped the gratuitous head door, "Don't talk nonsense with your body." ”

He smiled gratuitously and said, "If you abuse me so much, if you don't retaliate against you, you can be content." ”

"Hey!" Cao Chen grabbed his gratuitous ear and lifted it up vigorously, "What are you talking about?" ”

"Hey, I said I would repay your old man's kindness by making a straw ring."

"That's pretty much it." Cao Chen let go of his hand, and then washed the two casually, and then put the two on the bed, and then went back to his room to rest.

After practicing the "Anti-Heaven Technique" and finding that his cultivation was still not an inch inch, Cao Chen sighed helplessly, lay on his back on the bed, and looked at the roof in a daze.

Life in Camel Bell is busy and bland, fulfilling and carefree.

Cao Chen likes this kind of life.

The guests in the inn are ushered in. Those who enter the sea of sand are either for experience or for materials. Everyone came with a bang, and most people came home with a bang. There are still some people who come back with serious injuries or missing arms and legs. There are even some who have never been seen again.

This is the cultivation realm.

The blood-stained cultivation realm.

Mixed up to now, although the cultivation is still inferior, but fortunately, the arms and legs are there, Cao Chen feels that he is very lucky. What's more, although the business in the Dragon Gate Inn is not very good, it can always accumulate some income. Cao Chen felt that when he had accumulated enough wealth in the future, he would leave this broken place full of yellow sand, go to a relatively large city, open a chain inn, and be a small boss with peace of mind.

Such a life should be ......

Why does it always feel like something is missing?

Cao Chen's heart was empty.

Xing Yishan, the young owner of the Baixing Chamber of Commerce, did not leave with Lao Jiang, he stayed in the Longmen Inn, and he would always sit in the inn to make a pot of tea a few days ago, and he would sit all day. He likes to sip tea while watching Cao Chen's busyness.

Occasionally catching up with Cao Chen's gaze, Xing Yishan would quickly look away, and his face would be slightly red.

Later, the business in the Longmen Inn gradually became busy, and seeing that Cao Chen was too busy alone, Xingyishan began to help. Serving tea and pouring water, sweeping the floor and wiping the table, he became a guy at the Dragon Gate Inn.

Cao Chen understood Xingyishan's careful thoughts, but he just pretended to be stupid, and never mentioned the matter of paying Xingyishan. Xingyi Mountain's eating, drinking, and sleeping, Cao Chen will never leave a child less.

Life is like this, and it seems to be a dull continuation, with no major disasters and no big surprises. If there was anything good that had happened, it was that the Sword Master had finally succeeded in improving the Wind. It's just that when Cao Chen learned to practice, the sword master's originally happy expression froze.

Cao Chen didn't notice the sword master's expression, after she successfully stabbed three times with the dragon slaying knife, she felt the sharpness of the sword, and grinned happily.

He turned his face to look at the sword lord for free, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you sure this is a blast?" When the wind strikes, shouldn't the sword go with the wind and gallop fiercely? How do I look at it, Xiao Chenchen's sword is against the wind? ”

The sword master pondered for a long time and said, "It seems that this rebellious spirit and obedient spirit are obviously not only the difference between obedience and disobedience. But...... Didn't you notice? This gale...... Headwind, does it look like it's also powerful? ”

"Hmm......" gratuitously stunned for a moment, and said, "yes." It's a little slower, but it's ...... But it seems to be very sharp. ”

Cao Chen learned a new method, was in a good mood, brandished the dragon slaying knife, and came all the way to the dragon descending knife technique.

In this world full of yellow sand, wielding a dragon descending knife technique is Cao Chen's only entertainment. Dancing and dancing, Cao Chen suddenly had a whim, and integrated the wind technique taught to her by the sword bishop into the sword technique.

For a time, in the backyard of the Dragon Gate Inn, the yellow sand was all over the sky.

Raising his arm tremblingly, pinching his chin, he looked at Cao Chen, who was wrapped in yellow sand, and said for a moment, "This headwind...... Looks more fun than the wind. I don't know what my ethereal steps will be refined into by her after I change them. Speaking of which, I'm becoming more and more interested in "Against the Heavens". You say, why do these guys from the Yaochi Sect have to practice the evil sect technique of "Anti-Heaven Technique"? This "Anti-Heaven Technique" is only the first in the world in terms of the degree of weird and evil sects, and it is not the first in the world in terms of strength. ”

The sword master shook his head, indicating that he did not know. He just stared at the dragon slaying knife in Cao Chen's hand for a long time, and said, "I feel...... To be bad! ”

"How?"

"How do I feel that there is something wrong with the momentum of this dragon slaying knife? Could it be that Long Xuan's dragon eyes began to change something? ”

He looked at the dragon slayer knife for free, and after a moment, he shook his head and said, "I didn't find anything wrong, don't worry, the dragon eye needs a very strong spiritual power to activate." With Chenchen's current ability, it is impossible to do it. ”

The sword master responded, looked at the dragon slayer knife again, and said with a wry smile, "Maybe I'm thinking too much." As he spoke, he spread out his palms, looked at his trembling fingers, and said, "I don't have the strength, I don't have any sense of security, I will always be a little cranky." ”

Gratuitously smiling wryly, without saying a word.

Cao Chen finished practicing a set of dragon descending knife techniques, and then put away the dragon slaying knife with satisfaction, saw that it was not early, and dragged Wu and the sword master into the room, and then went to the front hall of the inn.

Xingyishan was sitting at a table in a daze, and there was not a single customer in the store. Seeing Cao Chen coming, Xingyishan smiled shyly and greeted, "Shopkeeper." ”

"Hmm. Hard work. ”

"Huh."

Cao Chen glanced outside the store, and there was no figure on the hot ground under the scorching sun. Only hot steam, filling the air. Even though it was half a year of daylight, the cultivators would still follow their own schedule, and when it was time, they would rest. Cao Chen yawned, walked into the counter, and took a check.

Although the accounts are not much, they also look dazzling.

Cao Chen looked at it for a while, a little sleepy. I was reluctant to close the door, expecting a guest to come to the door, so I simply lay down and rested in a homemade hammock hanging in the corner of the inn.

Originally, Cao Chen planned to get up after taking a break, but it was a dry day, and people were most likely to be sleepy, so he fell asleep unconsciously.

Xingyishan sat on the side, and when he saw Cao Chen sleeping soundly, he looked over unscrupulously. Just like the big grinning temperament on weekdays, Cao Chen, who is asleep, does not have a ladylike image at all. Her mouth was open, and saliva was dripping down. When he turned over, his body was tightly strangled by the net of the hammock, and his chest was full of spring.

Xing Yishan's face was flushed, and his breathing was a little heavy. He tried to look away, grabbing the rag and wiping it haphazardly on the table in front of him. After a moment, he cautiously turned his head to look over.

Cao Chen's smile lingered in his mind.

Xingyishan gasped for breath and was suddenly stunned. He suddenly realized that it seemed that Cao Chen had never looked at him squarely all along.

Scold.

The young proprietor of his own dignified Baixing Chamber of Commerce is doing chores in this place where birds don't, and in the end he doesn't even have the treatment of being looked at seriously.

Xingyishan felt bitter in his heart, thinking that Cao Chen was waiting for the two wastes to eat, drink, and Lazar, his heart was even more panicked. After staring at the sleeping Cao Chen for a long time, Xingyishan suddenly got up and walked out of the inn.

After walking around in the desert, Xingyishan's mood stabilized before returning to the inn.

The inn was closed.

Xingyishan smiled bitterly, jumped up, and fell into the backyard of the inn. was about to return to the guest room to rest, but at a glance he saw a flat pole and two wooden barrels erected outside Cao Chen's room.

Stunned for a moment, Xing Yishan's chest rose and fell, his brain was hot, and he quietly flew away, landing on the side of the corridor on the second floor, bent his waist, and looked towards Cao Chen's room through the gap in the window.

In the room, there was the sound of rushing water, and Cao Chen's happy humming tune.