Xuan Jing Zhenren gently held the child's palm and motioned for him to close his eyes. Li Canglan did as he was told, calmed his mind, and closed his eyes. Suddenly, I felt a burst of heat coming from the rough palm of the grandfather, straight to the heart.

This is a pair of hands that make Li Canglan feel very kind, because these hands are full of calluses that grow from practicing swords all day long, just like his father. When walking long distances, my father would always use such calloused hands to gently pull himself.

Under the nourishment of this warm internal force, Li Canglan unconsciously relaxed, and the trace of coldness that lingered in his abdomen in the past completely dissipated. I only feel that my body is warm and comfortable, and my mood is more peaceful than ever, and the whole person is as comfortable as if I am in a warm cellar.

Suddenly sleepiness also struck, and Li Canglan fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, in a daze, half-asleep and half-awake, the head of Xuan Jing wore an ink robe, and his slightly thin back quietly appeared in a prison on Li Canglan's spiritual platform.

Xuan Jing's real person has a strange appearance, as if he is practicing some kind of exercise. Li Canglan only felt that the posture of the head of the house in front of him was both unfamiliar and familiar. In a trance, I finally remembered that this was the exclusive method of Kunlun Xuandao Qi refining taught by the previous master?

The postures are similar, but they are not the same. After all, Li Canglan's cultivation is still shallow, and it is difficult to distinguish the difference, and after careful inspection, he seems to have an understanding, but he can't grasp it in the end. I had to follow the current posture of the head of the house, draw a scoop according to the gourd, and learn from it.

In the past few months, Li Canglan has been extremely diligent in cultivating this Kunlun Xuandao, but he has never achieved anything. Not only that, if the practice time is a little longer, there will be a cold colic pain in the abdominal dantian, which will enter the bone marrow, and it will be extremely embarrassing. Even if you try your best, it is still difficult to make an inch of progress in cultivation.

Although Li Canglan is optimistic by nature, he secretly tried all kinds of things in vain, but he couldn't help but be discouraged. It's just that he was born with a strong and resolute heart, and with that stubbornness engraved into his bones, he actually gritted his teeth and insisted on practicing all the way to this day.

Although this time it was in that hazy dream, Li Canglan also had a faint sense in his heart, and the method taught by the master in front of him was probably his last chance.

The posture was laid out in the same way, the breath in the body was pulled, and the familiar pain struck again, only this time, it was no longer limited to the abdominal dantian, and the scope of the pain expanded. Up and down the body, every pore, every inch of skin, there is no pain.

Seeing that the head of the house in front of him kept moving, although Li Canglan was in great pain, he was always unwilling to give up halfway. still chose to forcibly endure it, and in an instant, all the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat,

Cold sweat poured down his forehead.

After a while, the pain all over the body not only did not weaken for a while, but intensified. Li Canglan only felt that the meridians and bones around his body were all shattered by an invisible force. The pores all over the body were poked out of holes by sharp needles, and there was a faint influx of unknown things.

The pain was piercing, accompanied by the swelling all over his body, Li Canglan couldn't support it anymore, his whole body was paralyzed, and with a snort, he fell head-on and fell backwards like this. As soon as his head hit the ground, Li Canglan suddenly woke up.

It turned out that it was all just a dream.

Li Canglan sat up suddenly, breathed heavily, and the pain in his lungs like pins and needles suddenly came, affecting his whole body, the pain was endless, and the cold sweat on his forehead was dripping in an instant. The pain in Shicai's dream, and the actions taught by the master in charge, turned out to be real?

"Are you awake?" a gentle female voice came. Li Canglan woke up like a dream, and then found that he was lying on a completely unfamiliar wooden bed at this moment. Although the room is small, it is neat and simple, and its own sundries have been placed on the table.

How long have you been asleep? Is this his room? Li Canglan's heart was full of confusion. The woman in front of her, beautiful and mature, dressed in a red dress, dressed as a woman, and there is a six-point resemblance to Lan Ruyin between her eyebrows and eyes, is she her own teacher?

Li Canglan has a quick mind, knowing that Lan Ruyin is the only daughter of the master, and there are no other sisters, although she has never met her, but a "master mother" has already shouted out, endured the pain all over her body, and struggled to get up from the bed to salute.

"I didn't think you were quite smart~" The girl on the side was smiling, wearing a blue dress, but it was not the cardamom girl who experienced danger with Li Canglan in Kaiyuan Town, who was Lan Ruyin?

The young woman in the red dress reached out to stop the young man struggling in front of her. Seeing that his forehead was covered with cold sweat, it was obviously extremely painful, but in such a situation, he still did not forget the etiquette he should have, and he was satisfied. bowed his head slightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and understood the intention of enduring the pain.

The woman in the red dress is the mistress of the Lan family, Wang Luoxi is also.

"I'm your master, that's right. Your internal injuries were extremely serious, and you have been lying in a coma for a few days, and you are not in a hurry to do the salute at this time, so you are resting. Wang Luoxi smiled slightly, his voice was pleasant, compared to Lan Ruyin, there was a little more tenderness of a mother between his words.

The mother and daughter are already extremely beautiful, and they are somewhat similar. Needless to say, Lan Ruyin is a cardamom girl, but Wang Luoxi is also skilled. After becoming a mother, she is still delicate and beautiful. At this moment, he is standing side by side with his daughter, and his smile is beginning to bloom, like a pair of red and blue daffodils with twins, which is extremely beautiful.

Wang Luoxi then went to the kitchen to fry a pair of decoctions that had already been prepared, and helped Li Canglan to take it slowly, with gentle movements, like a loving mother.

The taste of the decoction is quite strange and astringent, and there is a hint of saltiness and sweetness in the bitterness, which is extremely unpleasant. Li Canglan was moved, but he didn't care about the taste of this decoction, so he drank it all in one go. The smell was abnormal, and Li Canglan was stunned on the spot, speechless for a long time......

At this time, it was late afternoon, Wang Luoxi told Li Canglan to rest for a while, and then took Lan Ruyin to the back kitchen to prepare today's dinner.

It's funny to say, Wang Luoxi has been married to Lanqinmu for many years, but the number of times he cooks is only a handful. As for the reason for this, it is one thing that Lanqin enjoys studying cooking......

Another important reason is really because we, Lady Lan, are the originators of dark cuisine that are famous throughout the Qionghua School. The dishes that pass through her hands, no matter the type of dish, are all ugly in appearance. Even if it's ugly, it tastes extremely weird. What's worse is that our Madame Lan doesn't know anything about it.

Thinking about the first few brothers, watching the master and the mother from the black smoke kitchen, happily brought out the black "sugar fried vegetables", it was called despair in my heart. is afraid of the master's force, and it is absolutely impossible not to eat it.

The unreliable master not only did not help to share the burden, but also unprecedentedly put vegetables into everyone's bowls, and "kindly" told him to finish eating.

According to the memories of the senior brother Tang Gong, the speed of the master's "dispensing" that day was especially better than his wind spirit swordsmanship, and after some distribution, he was stunned that he and his wife did not taste a bite.

Looking at the scene of several disciples under the door bursting into tears while eating, our Mrs. Lan also felt an unprecedented shock at her cooking skills since then.

She didn't expect that the first time she cooked, she would be able to make such dishes that made her disciples cry. immediately threatened to let the senior brothers taste the dishes they made every day and gain ten pounds.

When the five masters and apprentices heard this, their souls immediately dispersed. In the end, it was Lan Qinmu who personally stepped out, and on the grounds that "Madame's clever hand can't be taken lightly", he dispelled the idea of being in charge.

The last time Mrs. Lan cooked in person, it was back before Lan Ruyin was born. Li Canglan, who was a newcomer, obviously didn't know what it meant for Shi Niang to prepare dinner......