Song Xuan's strength is improving, and Song Qian has also greatly improved with the Enlightenment of the Flower Treasure Book.

His cultivation can progress by leaps and bounds because he has the external practice of Pure Yang Wuji Boy Gong, and most of the disadvantages of this practice can be ignored and can become his nourishment.

And Song Qian's cultivation is improved, with some metaphysics.

Even Song Xuan himself couldn't guess what his sister would cultivate next, or what realm she would be promoted to.

One day in the future, even if Song Qian slapped it with one palm and directly froze for thousands of miles, he would not be surprised at all.

People who are chased and fed by God have no reason to talk about at all.

Sometimes Song Xuan also thinks.

It's because he crossed over and brought his own luck, so Song Qian, the younger sister who grew up with him since childhood, was blessed by luck and became the daughter of luck?

Or, Song Qian is the daughter of luck in this world, a person of destiny favored by God, and she crossed over and was attracted by the destiny of heaven, so she became her brother?

Song Xuan couldn't guess what kind of situation it was, but these didn't matter, he just needed to know that he was very good now, and it would be even better in the future.

As for Song Qian, he doesn't have to worry too much, just grow savagely, God has his own arrangements.

"Brother, what is the Gengjin sword qi you just said?" Song Qian touched her neck, feeling that there was still a sharp aura wandering away.

She knew that it was the special true qi cultivated by her elder brother's Tong Zi Gong, which was extremely good, but it was the first time she had heard her brother mention it for the Gengjin Sword Qi.

"Cultivating the Dafa of Chewing Iron comes with a kind of sword qi that has been cultivated."

"Huh?"

Song Qian exclaimed, a little worried: "Then you, you won't become a big fat man, right?" ”

"No, those side effects didn't work for me."

"That's good!" Song Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and then clasped her hands to her chest and muttered, "Actually, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you becoming a big fat man." ”

Song Xuan: "? ”

"Hey, hey!" Song Qian grinned and said, "Didn't you say before that the peak ushered in false support, and the dusk witnessed devout believers."

I'm actually curious, if you really become a big fat person, not as handsome as you are now, those women who love you will still have thoughts about you. ”

Song Xuan touched his chin, "What you said seems to make sense, otherwise, I'll die once first and see if anyone is willing to be a widow for me?" ”

"Phew!" Song Qian rolled her eyes, "What do you say about not dying!" ”

"Haha!"

The strength improved, Song Xuan was in a very good mood, and after the brother and sister laughed, they went down the mountain and entered the city.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, and having a beautiful meal in the Drunken Immortal Residence, Song Qian stretched comfortably.

She has been a snack since she was a child, and she loves food very much, and she has been in retreat in the mountains for a month, and most of the time she picks some mountain fruits to make do with it, and she has long been hungry.

After eating and drinking, it was dark, and it was raining outside, Song Qian yawned, "Brother, I'll go back to my room to rest, and I'll talk about it tomorrow!" ”

Song Xuan nodded, stood in front of the window, looked at the rain outside, and couldn't help but stare for a moment.

Since advancing to the Innate Realm, Song Xuan has been extremely sensitive to killing opportunities.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and there is still rain in the sky, but even if a light drizzle falls, it still can't hide the faint murderous opportunity hidden in the streets outside.

Song Xuan smiled slightly, and his figure fell out of the window in a flash, because of the rain, there were few people on the street, even if there were a few passers-by occasionally, they all left in a hurry with umbrellas.

"Chestnuts, fragrant and sweet fried chestnuts with sugar!"

At the corner of the street, a rickety old woman, carrying a basket, walked and sold it, coughing twice from time to time.

She was dressed in an old blue linen dress with patches on it, and it was obvious that her life was very poor, and even on this rainy night, she had to come out to make a living.

"Sugar-fried chestnuts!"

The old woman leaned over, getting closer and closer to Song Xuan, looked at him with some expectation, and made a slightly hoarse voice, "Young man, do you want to buy some fried chestnuts with sugar?" The freshly baked chestnuts are fragrant and sweet, and you see, they are still steaming. ”

Song Xuan glanced at the chestnuts that were still steaming, and I had to say that the chestnuts were really fried very well, they looked very good, and there was a hint of sweetness.

Song Xuan glanced at her with a smile, "Old man, how do you call it?" ”

The old woman coughed twice, "Everyone in the village calls me Grandma Xiong, but if you don't dislike it, young man, you can call it that." ”

Song Xuan laughed twice, "How do you sell these chestnuts?" ”

"As long as ten pennies a pound, fragrant and sweet, Childe will buy some, right?" Grandma Xiong's voice was pleading, as if the family urgently needed her to make money back.

Seeing that Song Xuan didn't speak, she said again: "If the son doesn't believe it, you can taste one first, if it's not sweet or fragrant, you will definitely not charge money." ”

"Okay!"

Song Xuan looked unsuspecting, picked out a chestnut from the basket, peeled it off and put it directly in his mouth.

"How does it taste?"

Grandma Xiong looked expectant.

"It's really fragrant and sweet, I have to say, old man, your way of frying chestnuts is really good, but ah......"

"But what?"

"But the poison in your chestnut is a bit thick, others are adulterated with poison in chestnuts, but you stuffed a chestnut in the poison, the toxicity is too strong, destroying the fragrance of the original chestnuts."

Grandma Xiong's face was stunned, a little incredible, "Little young, you are going to die, do you still care about the taste of chestnuts?" ”

"Why not?"

Song Xuan's expression was as usual, and he smiled: "Isn't it a pity to waste such a good-looking chestnut?" ”

Grandma Xiong looked emotional, "You are still the first to praise me for the delicious taste of chestnuts, those who ate my chestnuts, who didn't scold me before dying, like you is so calm, I have met it for the first time."

It's a pity, I would not have killed you if I had known that you were so discerning, alas, it's a pity......"

Song Xuan smiled, and in Grandma Xiong's stunned gaze, he picked up another chestnut, peeled it and put it in his mouth, savoring it leisurely.

Seeing this, Grandma Xiong showed kindness on her face, "Eat, eat more, eat enough to get on the road, don't be a starving ghost." ”

After eating three chestnuts in a row, Song Xuan clapped his hands and said, "The toxicity of your chestnuts is really good, I estimate that the poison in one chestnut can poison twenty or thirty strong men, and in order to kill me, it is a bit of a waste to use so much poison!" ”

No matter how slow Grandma Xiong's reaction was, she noticed something unusual at this moment, her toes were a little on the ground, and her body retreated rapidly, wanting to leave this place.

But in the next moment, a slender and powerful palm had been pressed on her shoulder at some point.

"Aunt Gongsun, where are you going?"