Jiang Chuan lay lazily on the bed, took out a few novels given by Wang Jun, and read them with relish.

On the table in front of him, roast chicken, roast goose, braised pig's trotters, roast mutton trotters, and cold peanuts are all available.

After a while, Han Luo walked in, took out two full vats from the storage bag, and placed them on both sides of the table.

"Sour plum soup, not bad, not bad." Lifting the lid, Jiang Chuan sniffed it and was very satisfied.

He doesn't like to drink, and in the absence of carbonated drinks, the sour plum soup can barely be at the top of his heart.

But he was satisfied, but Han Luo on the other side was full of dissatisfaction.

"Big brother, are you feverish and confused?"

Obviously said that he would learn swordsmanship, but he went for that day and stopped doing it, so wouldn't it be a waste to open up the spirit stones of the other disciples on duty?

And in order to get Jiang Chuan together this table of signature dishes by name, he ran to three county towns and five small towns in succession to barely get it together.

Although there are reasons why he recognized the wrong place, the effort is real.

Jiang Chuan ignored him, scooped a bowl of soup by himself, and Meimei poured a big mouthful.

"It would be nice to add some more ice, bad review."

The corners of Han Luo's mouth twitched, and his eyes fell on the novel with a few oil fingerprints, and he frowned even more.

"Jade Pear"

Isn't this the novel that Senior Sister Li said a few days ago, which is full of talented and beautiful women, men and women.

You're a big man looking at this?

Han Luo's expression was tense.

"If it's okay, you can leave first, I'm still busy reading, you're here like a stake, it's weird and uncomfortable." Jiang Chuan spat out a chicken bone and waved his hand.

"Are you not going to participate in the Inner Gate Competition?" As a brother, Han Luo felt that he couldn't watch Jiang Chuan fall, at least for the sake of those hundreds of spirit stones, he needed to persuade him.

"Participate!" Jiang Chuan glanced at him, and then looked at the object in his hand.

"Then you still don't cultivate, go all out to cultivate your deeds?" Han Luo asked again.

"I'm cultivating!" Jiang Chuan was stunned, and then said with an unfathomable expression:

"Actually, I'm cultivating my mind."

Forgive him for not having any lofty ideals.

As long as you can eat and drink well and read novels to pass the time, your heart will be very beautiful.

He still remembers the scene when he talked to Patriarch Denglong about his true thoughts in his heart, and the other party didn't react for a long time.

"Forget it, I don't care." Han Luo also felt helpless and said:

"I'll talk to Senior Brother Ning."

With that, he left the Lock Evil Cave and went to Shuiyun Peak.

Jiang Chuan spread his hands, spit out a bone again, and swayed Erlang's legs, looking indescribably comfortable.

Since he was five years old, after learning cultivation knowledge with Ning Que, he has never smelled meat again, all he eats is Bigu Dan, and all he drinks is spiritual spring water.

If it weren't for the elixir sent by the master from time to time to make up for it, Jiang Chuan felt that he would not be able to run away with a symptom of "malnutrition".

After worshipping the Yunshui Sect, he hadn't even seen these things, and only occasionally heard someone talk about it, so he secretly poked and drooled and wrote down the place, thinking about when to taste it.

Unexpectedly, this time he was locked in the lock cave, but he was satisfied at one time.

After a storm, all the things on the table were gone, Jiang Chuan sucked his oily hand, made a water trick and washed it briefly, and then lay on the stone bed and fell asleep.

This is the method that Patriarch Denglong instructed him to comprehend and "go into detail".

Let go of the rules, break free from the shackles, find your own heart, and act accordingly.

There was a snort.

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After a month of hard work, Jiang Chuan came over like this, seeing that there was only more than half a month left before the sect competition, Ning Que finally couldn't sit still, and followed Han Luo to the Lock Evil Cave.

"What's going on?" Seeing that Jiang Chuan's clothes were dirty and stained with oil, Ning Que frowned.

"Nothing." Egawa rubbed his eyes and sat up with a yawn.

"You haven't been cultivating lately?" Ning Que asked again.

"Haven't I been cultivating?" Jiang Chuan didn't seem to see Ning Que's gradually stiffened face.

"Okay, then you can recite the "Cloud and Water Sutra" again." Ning Que looked ugly and said in a deep voice.

Yunshui Jing?

Jiang Chuan thought about it and memorized it all over again, there were many omissions, and some of them were even made up nonsense, and the remnants of "Fish and Dragon Treasure Scroll" and "Five Cloud Treasure Baskets" were put together.

The atmosphere froze suddenly, and even Han Luo noticed that something was wrong.

Ning Que couldn't help but take a serious look at Jiang Chuan.

In his memory, the little junior brother followed him, he has always been very sensible and well-behaved, following the rules, never making mistakes, and cultivating extremely diligently, almost trembling, walking on thin ice, never daring to slack off.

The scene in front of him is really difficult to connect with the old boy before.

Ning Que even wondered if the Bai family had cast some evil spell to assassinate Jiang Chuan.

"Senior brother, can you tell me why you want to cultivate?" Egawa was very curious about this.

Ning Que's expression moved.

This seemingly simple question is really not simple.

"Be a strong man." Han Luo on the side said.

"What happens after you become a strong man? And what to do? Jiang Chuan asked again.

"Of course it's immortality!" Han Luo said the answer that more than ninety out of nine monks in the Immortal Cultivation Realm would give.

"What do you want to be immortal, is there any benefit to immortality?" Jiang Chuan then asked.

Han Luo was immediately speechless.

Everyone in the world says that immortality is good, but where is longevity, but they can't say why.

"When it comes to immortality, who can compare to the king eight in the sea, who can live for thousands of years at every turn, but no one wants to be the king eight!"

Jiang Chuan shook his head.

"Then what do you say cultivation is for?" Han Luo was a little unhappy when he was asked, and asked rhetorically.

"Just like you, to get stronger." Egawa is very honest.

"What happens when you get stronger?"

Jiang Chuan's expression was solemn, he stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the direction of the iron window, as if this world was in his eyes, and said leisurely:

"I heard that in the east of the East China Sea, there are ancient demon saints and primeval xenomorphs, whose flesh is delicious and full of spiritual power, which is not inferior to any immortal spiritual root.

"When I am successful in cultivation, I will slaughter some and go to the south of the South China Sea to make a barbecue with the Immortal Fire.

"If you can't finish eating, you can freeze in the polar cold cave in the north of the North Sea, and drink some fairy dew on the Chengtian Sendai by the way.

"When the time comes, I will eat and drink enough, and I will have the strength to go to the west of the West Sea, and I will take a walk in the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss to eat, and I can also use my sword to subdue the demons, showing the demeanor of my generation.

"If you feel tired on the way, you can go to Tianmen Dragon Palace, soak in the Dragon Pool, and go to the Dilong Palace to take a rest.

"By the way, you must go to the Nine Sects and Six Sects, borrow their Xuangong Heavenly Book, and then read the novel to pass the time.

"If you can do this, you will be worthy of this life.

"From today onwards, I will work hard to achieve these goals."

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