Although Mo Liuyun's face is stinky, he really has nothing to say about his cooking skills.

Qian, who was successful in refining qi, ate ninety-nine steamed buns in one breath, which almost shocked everyone's jaws.

He stroked his lower abdomen and stretched out with satisfaction: "The sect is poor, but it is not bad to have rice, noodles, and meat to eat." ”

"Uncle Junior, I suspect you are a pig demon. Qiu Xiaozhou, who had a hole in his brain, looked at the empty basin and wanted to cry without tears. Of course, Xiu Zhenren can eat it, but ...... You can't eat like this, can you?

She said hatefully: "You've finished eating, we and the senior brothers haven't eaten much!"

Qian Yongjiu suddenly had a sense of relief that he had taken revenge, and he smiled: "Although my cultivation is poor, my realm is low, and I can't compare with you, but I can eat it!" ”

Of course, Zhang Jingchen wanted to maintain the image of "calm, sophisticated and majestic" as the senior brother in charge, and he coughed lightly: "What nonsense is the little junior sister talking about. It's a good thing that Uncle Xiao can eat. No matter how poor the sect is, can it still afford a few steamed buns? Even if it can't afford to buy noodles, there are as many birds and beasts as there are in the mountains. ”

Mo Liuyun nodded, "So, from now on, you will take on the matter of hunting, Uncle Xiao, right? After all, you eat the most." ”

Qian Yongjiu shook his head, "Isn't it okay to cultivate real people to kill?"

"No. Zhang Jingchen said with relief: "Shun adult rebellion to become an immortal, cultivation is a matter of one mind. Heaven is forcing you to fight, what are you afraid of eating meat?"

"So?"

Zhang Jingchen smiled, "So, this is also cultivation." ”

Belch.

All right. You win.

Qian Yongjiu nodded, "In this way, the matter of eating meat will be left to me." ”

As a cultivator, Qian Yongjiu didn't plan to care about anything, even if he was a tool man? Which hero in the commentary didn't start his apprenticeship from picking up water and burning fire, not to mention that this is an authentic immortal cultivator.

Qian Yongjiu carried the bamboo slips back to his room, and he planned to sleep beautifully.

As soon as he went out, the brothers began to reprimand:

"Senior brother, you are really brazen. ”

"Hmm. I've never seen anyone as brazen as you. ”

"Next time you brag and bluff, can you say hello? ”

"If you do this, aren't you afraid that Uncle Xiao will overtake you in the future and hang you up and beat you?"

Zhang Jingchen picked his teeth and squatted on the chair without any image: "Uncle Xiao is incomparably smart, and he will only be grateful to me if he understands it in the future." What's more, people die and birds face the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years! ”

"Thank you for being a ghost, thank you for letting him hunt?"

"Let's say okay first, you did it, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

"It's useless to say that. A year later, it will be the Thirty-two Great Sects, which is the battlefield of a generation of disciples, and the top priority is to let the little uncle go on the road!"

"On what?"

"On the road?"

“......”

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Dry with nine this sleep is a sweet sleep.

Even in his sleep, he could feel the infinite power surging on his body, and he didn't even need his luck to do it, subconsciously he could hear the sound of the true yuan flowing in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

A sweet smile appeared on his face, and all he thought in his mind was: I'm so strong, I'm too strong! However, don't use the hidden dragon, you don't dare to be too sharp, and you don't even dare to eat a hundred steamed buns!

When he woke up, it was already moonlight and starry, so he turned over and got up with nine turns, memorized the "Heartless Sword Essence" by candlelight, and then went out with the sword.

Still running in the direction of the hot springs.

Everything was fine. The scenery is good, the environment is good, and these teachers and nephews are quite cute.

The only thing that made him feel a little dissatisfied was the sword that Mo Liuyun gave him—it was too much, right? Even if he didn't understand it, he could see that it was an ordinary sword that couldn't be more ordinary.

If it is placed in the game of the next generation, it is most likely the kind of novice village monster that bursts out, and there is no tabula rasa of attributes.

When he climbed the ladder to the top of the pressure, he turned around in place and looked around.

He said softly, "Is there a fellow Daoist here?"

Seeing that no one answered, Qian Yongjiu sat cross-legged with a smile.

Perhaps, I am suspicious, right?

The reason why he asked this was that he always had an intuition in the dark, when he was refining Qi for the past three days, it seemed that someone was practicing with him on the side, and this was also in line with the hexagram of Huotian Tongren.

Hexagrams don't solve everything. Of course he understands that.

So he used nine stools to concentrate his mind, entered the realm of thinking and thinking, and continued to strengthen the refining of qi.

He agrees with Zhang Jingchen's statement.

The foundation is very important, this is his starting line, he wants to win, of course the starting line cannot lose.

After meditating and refining qi for a few hours, he took advantage of a glimmer of light in the eastern sky and pulled out the whiteboard.

The essence of the heartless sword is not very detailed, and there are no sword moves - except for the simple basic sword posture in the stab, pick, collapse, smash, slash, etc., the rest of the article is about the heart and the meaning.

These are the ways of the sword, the soul of the sword.

For the understanding of kendo, Qian Yongjiu really knows nothing. But he knows one thing: the world's martial arts, only fast and unbreakable.

So he slashed and slashed repeatedly, repeating the basic sword moves.

Of course boring is boring, looking at the dry use of nine at this time, the heat of cultivating immortals is high, and he doesn't feel bored at all, he repeats it over and over again.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly remembered that it should have been close to noon, why was it still so gloomy?

Only then did he raise his head, only to see the dark clouds in the sky pressing on the top, like a huge iron pot clasped above.

Rumble~~~~

Rolling thunder sounded, and lightning churned in the dark clouds.

A glimmer of realization naturally rose in his heart:

The earthquake turned to thunder.

Away from the fire, under the feet is the source of geothermal heat.

The earthquake is up and down, it is Lei Huofeng, Feng hanging.

The elephant said: Thunder and lightning are coming, abundant. The gentleman was sentenced to prison.

The lightning and thunder have always been regarded as the intentional indication of the Heavenly Dao. This is the hexagram of the Fenghang hexagram. The gentleman feels the majesty of this heavenly way, and should judge the lawsuit and impose the punishment.

In the current situation, we should make a resolute decision and achieve success.

Seem...... Qian looked at the sky with nine eyes, and the thunder light was more victorious, and he was a little closer to him.

I didn't make a hexagram, I just looked at the hexagram, isn't that okay......

However, he got a spiritual light from Yi Li.

The electrodes are fast and indistinguishable from light. Such a celestial phenomenon also shows killing and decisiveness.

So......

Qian's use of the sword in his nine hands became faster and faster, even the basic sword moves became more and more powerful under his enlightenment at this moment, and even Qi Hai Zhenyuan was also in his practice, involuntarily cooperating with his starting and turning.

Thunder and lightning, kill decisively!

Qianyongjiu's sword was almost already flying around his fingertips, and there was nothing else in his mind except sword light and lightning.

He stabbed out with a sword, and the thunder was faint.

He slashed with a sword, and lightning jumped.

He turned around and shattered his sword, and the flames flowed.

Rumble!!!

Finally, a bolt of lightning slashed down, piercing through the top of the head.

He fell to the ground on his back, only to see a huge hole open in the dark cloud hole in the sky, and the sunlight was like a pillar of light passing through the clouds.

In the paralysis, Qianyongjiu sighed secretly: After all, he was still struck by thunder......