After the red-clothed sword cultivation phantom dissipated, Lu Duhuan was a little silent for a while, standing in place.

After the cluster of flames that had just flown from the phantom fingertips submerged into her eyebrows, she suddenly felt that there seemed to be something more in the sea of consciousness, but in an instant, it was wrapped in heavy prohibitions.

I only felt that my eyebrows were burning hot, and after a while, I calmed down, and the hot temperature also dropped.

“......”

And she also has an extra set of cultivation sword techniques in her mind, which is "Baoyuan Jue", a total of nine levels, which can be cultivated to the Taixuan Realm. With her current cultivation, she could only see the first-level cultivation method.

As soon as he saw the first sentence of this sword technique, Lu Duhuan almost thought that what he was going to cultivate was the Sunflower Treasure Book.

I saw that the sword trick was written on it, "If you want to practice this trick, you must first hold the Yuan Shouyi, if the Yuan Yang has been discharged, the Yuan Yin has been lost, then you can not practice this sword trick, please choose another suitable sword trick, if not, you will bear the consequences." ”

Okay, which means to say, you stumbling person, put me down quickly, I'm very good, you don't deserve it, everyone lets go of the most perfect, please leave, pick other sword tricks, don't disturb.

......

Lu Duhuan tried to operate the aura in his body according to the cultivation method on the sword technique, and the sword also danced with it, this sword technique was not confined to the technique of the sword momentum, but only moved according to the original intention in his heart.

However, with the sword-like movements, Lu Duhuan felt that the aura in his body was like a steel knife, vowing to stir her into a ball of blood, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her painful face was a little distorted.

In addition, there is a vibrant aura running through her body, quickly repairing her broken body. It was as if she had died a thousand times, but she had become indestructible in pain over and over again.

The longer she practiced, the more Lu Duhuan found that her bones became stronger and stronger, her flesh became tougher and tougher, and her meridians became wider and wider.

......

Lu Duhuan quickly put away her sword momentum, but in just a stick of incense time, she felt that the second was like a year, and every time she changed her sword style, the aura in her body like a blade poured out was all surging towards her four meridians and eight veins, and she almost couldn't lift her sword in pain.

Koko, should it be said that it is worthy of the ancient cultivation method?

What an earth-shattering crying ghost, let you practice it once, and never want to practice it a second time.

She didn't want to cry at all, she just wanted to scold her mother a little.

She's still a child, she must be let go, what is this "Holding Yuan Jue" that doesn't break her body, it's really a weight that she can't bear at her age!!

......

Lu Qianhuan put the sword into the scabbard, but found that all of his green hair was wet with beads of sweat.

Before she could dry herself with her spiritual power, a thin cry sounded.

"Woo woo, you just went there, I couldn't find you, and I thought you didn't want me anymore......"

The little duck swooped out, its wings fluttering and hugging Lu Duhuan's calves, and a small flat beak:

"It's so hot, it's hot, are you okay? The flame on your forehead just now is so hot......"

Lu Qianhuan looked down with a somewhat complicated expression, looking at the little duckling holding her legs, could it be that before the red-clothed sword cultivator dissipated, was the "little pet" she was talking about?

He's the duckling's father?!

Wow, that sounds cool.

But that red-clothed sword cultivator is a person who can become a little red bird, what kind of complex biological relationship is this?

Not to mention that the red-clothed sword cultivator is a person, even if he is a demon cultivator, that body is also a bird, and he can still lay a duck?

But don't you ducks and birds all belong to oviparous?

It's too hard, she won't!

Moreover, although she did not perform the apprenticeship ceremony, she also accepted the inheritance of the red-clothed sword cultivator, strictly speaking, this red-clothed sword cultivator can also be regarded as her master.

It's just that there is no precedent in the cultivation world for one person to worship more than one master, and this cannot be the case, after all, if the apprentice is like recognizing his father, it is okay to be the son of one person, so do you still want to be the son of multiple people? Of course, no one has this habit of recognizing his father everywhere.

In addition to your own master, if you have received the inheritance elsewhere, you can not be called master and apprentice, but you still need to respect the master of the inheritance as you respect your father.

Harm, she still has to respect her second father, how can she speculate about his private life in her heart?

Isn't it just that birds give birth to ducks, how big things are, small problems, sit down and don't panic!

She bent down and picked up the duckling, and asked, "Little Platinum, do you remember what your father looked like?"

The little duck shook his head, a little dizzy, and his little flat mouth opened: "I...... I don't remember, my dad was gone when I was still in the egg......"

Lu Qianhuan: "......"

Gan, to put it bluntly, you haven't seen your father at all? They all say that birds have a small brain capacity, and it seems that the brain capacity of ducks is not much larger.

This little duck is cute and cute, shouldn't he think that the person who will pick it up is his father?

"When you were still in the eggshell, haven't you seen your father all this time?"

The duckling nodded his head, "Uh-huh...... I haven't seen it, but I've heard my dad's voice, and he said a lot, and when I was still in the eggshell, my dad liked to talk to me a lot. ”

“......”

Okay, Lu Duhuan felt that he had realized, this is the story of the pet who took his shovel officer as his father, and then the shovel officer stepped through the void, leaving a pet egg that had not yet broken out of the shell.

Just now the duckling said that its father likes to talk to her, which is better understood, cats like to talk to cats, and pigs also like to talk to pigs.

But her second father may be special, he likes to talk to an egg, who doesn't have a few habits that can't be spoken, she understands that she understands that she understands.

"Does that little platinum remember what your father often told you?" Lu Duhuan asked curiously.

"Hmm...... Many, many...... It is often said that 'it still looks uncooked, it seems that you have to add another fire, forget it, don't bake it'...... My dad is so nice...... He must have been afraid of my cold, and always liked to let me bake the fire......"

The little duck looked at Lu Duanhuan brightly and said happily.

"Ahem, ahem!"

After listening to the little duckling's words, Lu Duhuan almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

This is obviously using this little duck as reserve food, right?! She looked at the plush duck of the little duck with a happy emotion on his face, and suddenly couldn't help but feel pity.

Miserable, miserable!

It actually thinks that its father put it on the fire to roast it to keep it warm.

Sure enough, it's a simple duck!

But what the red-clothed sword cultivator said was to take the "little pet" out and help her in the future, could it be that the "little pet" he was talking about was not this duck? But there are no other creatures here besides this little duck.

Or is it ......