The flames burned, and a burnt smell came out.

"Come, Mu'er, eat!" Xu San handed a huge roast beef leg to Xu Mu, I don't know why, since Xu Mu woke up, the amount of food has become bigger and bigger.

Under normal circumstances, Xu Mu has to eat food that weighs twice as much. And even if his stomach doesn't bulge, even Xu Mu himself doesn't seem to have that feeling of being full, just not hungry.

For this situation, Xu San instinctively felt that this was a good thing, what he ate would never disappear out of thin air, and the energy would be contained in Xu Mu's body, and it would always show its effect in the future.

As for Xu Mu, he didn't have a concept of the amount of food, he just felt that he wanted to eat, so he ate it. He had eaten more than before, and he had never cared about it.

Qingfu Niu is considered to be the lowest level of demon beasts in the Nantian Realm, and the demonic power in his body can only allow him to float up and eat the leaves on the trees when he can't eat the grass on the ground.

It was the first time in a long time that Xu San had given Xu Mu something with spiritual or demonic power, for fear that he would still not be able to absorb it. After all, in the strict sense, Xu Mu is actually a mortal now.

Fortunately, until Xu Mu finished eating this large beef leg, he still didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

"Are you thirsty, how about you try the fruit wine your father brewed?" Xu San said with a smile as he looked at his son.

This fruit wine is made from wild fruits that he picked all the way, and there are some fruits with spiritual power, in the past, Xu San would never dare to drink this for his son.

Xu Mu hesitated for a while when he heard this, he vaguely remembered that his mother seemed to have said that it was not a good thing for men to like to drink, but this wine was made by his father to drink, whether to drink it or not?

"Father!"

"Huh?"

"My mother told me that it's not a good thing for men to like to drink......"

"What kind of man are you, you're just a boy!"

So, Xu Mu drank a few large sips of fruit wine "tons and tons", and his face suddenly turned red and he kept coughing.

"Ahem...... Ahem, Father, this thing is not good at all...... Before he finished ......speaking, Xu Mu fell to the ground with a "plop".

Xu San also jumped when he saw this, but immediately he heard Xu Mu's steady but slight breathing, and immediately understood that his son was drunk.

Also, How much can a five-year-old drink?

As long as these things containing spiritual energy enter his son's body, they no longer repel each other with his body as before, it is enough.

Even if a mortal eats more similar food, he must be able to fight with a monk of one or two levels of qi refining with his strength.

Thinking of these things, Xu San's face gradually became relieved. As for the matter of Linggen, it seemed that he had forgotten about it, and he didn't care about it anymore.

Therefore, he didn't notice that the blue-white "ribbon" in Xu Mu's body at this time faintly flashed a trace of blood-red light.

A trace of spiritual energy was continuously transported from Xu Mu's stomach to the surrounding ribbon, and then absorbed by the blood-colored light. After a few breaths, the blood-colored light became much stronger, and the surrounding aura was completely gone.

After flickering for a while, the red glow also slowly dissipated, and the blue-white "ribbon" slowly changed in color. But it was as light as a drop of blood dripping into a pool of lake water.

Late at night, Xu San sat cross-legged on Xu Mu's side, didn't speak for a long time, leaving a trace of divine sense to be vigilant around, and he soon entered the state of cultivation.

At this time, in Xiuyun Peak, Baizhujian, a woman in white was standing in front of a wooden house, and said respectfully: "Disciple Liu Qian, meet Elder Gong!"

"Come in!" A moment later, a cold female voice came out.

With a slight movement of the lotus step, Liu Qian entered the wooden house, bent down slightly and saluted: "Disciple Liu Qian, I have seen Elder Gong, I don't know what the elder has to do when he summons his disciple?"

In the wooden house, a figure sitting cross-legged behind the white tent was faintly visible, and it seemed that he had opened his eyes and glanced at Liu Qian who had entered the door, and with a slight movement of his right hand, the door of the house was closed.

Then, she spoke: "I went to Raoshan Village today, why don't you stay for a few more days?"

"Elder Qiqi, the deceased is gone, and the disciple doesn't want to delay his cultivation for the sake of the mortal world. Liu Qian's voice also became cold, and there seemed to be a faint helplessness.

"Mortal Dust...... In the current Nantian realm, how can Fanchen say, I heard that you also cremated the remains of their father and son?" Elder Gong's tone could not hear joy, anger and sorrow, but Liu Qian still felt that the other party seemed to be angry?

A little puzzled, but Liu Qian knew that this was not something she should ask.

"yes, I guess, that's the last thing I can do for them. ”

"Let's go, tomorrow the messenger of Blackfish Lake will go to look for you, I hope you will make plans early. Elder Gong's tone gradually became a little cold, and he talked about business.

"The disciple understands, but when the disciple goes down the mountain this time, he feels that he has faintly touched the threshold of the Jiedan, and if he can retreat for fifty years, he must have a great chance of breaking through. Liu Qian's voice also became respectful.

From just now, there were no more simple women in the room.

"What?" Liu Qian had known Elder Gong for so long, and it was the second time she had seen such a big fluctuation in her expression, the last time was when there was a "fire" in Raoshan Village.

"Okay, you go down, you can move freely from tomorrow, but fifty years later, I hope you don't let me down!" Elder Gong quickly regained his previous dignified demeanor.

The benefits that a foundation building nun and a Jiedan nun bring to the sect are not just the gap between the foundation building monk and the Jiedan monk.

Liu Qian walked out of the room and smiled slightly self-deprecatingly, fifty years should be enough!

Returning to the disciple's center, a steady breathing sound came from it, Liu Qian turned her head to look at the sleeping Zhi'er, her expression was a little confused, only the two of them knew about the cremation of the body.

In the early morning of the next day, the eastern sky had just revealed a touch of fish belly white, and Xu Mu woke up from his dream. Glancing at the wine jug hanging from his father's waist, Xu Mu hesitated for a moment and took it off.

Taking a sip kissing, Xu Mu narrowed his eyes as if he was savoring the taste, and smashed his mouth from time to time.

"Okay, you, little drunkard, drink early in the morning!" Xu San shouted at Xu Mu as if he had just woken up.

"Slightly!" Xu Mu turned around and grimaced at Xu San, and then dragged the wine jug and ran forward, the rope of the wine jug was still too long for Xu Mu.

Seeing this, Xu San also chased after him with tears and laughter, it was too difficult to find a wine gourd these days.

Two figures, one big and one small, were dragged by the rising sun.