In the evening, Hu Meier smelled the fragrance emanating from the casserole, couldn't help but drool, her little hand reached on it, and she wanted to open it curiously, but as soon as her little paw approached the lid, she was photographed aside by Zhao Qi.

"Go, go, I haven't done it yet! ”

The stewed in the casserole is the spiritual ginseng purple orchid chicken soup carefully prepared by Zhao Qi, which is used to enhance physical functions, and cooperates with the temperature of the yuan to nourish the meridians and dantian.

When eating, Zhao Qi took the initiative to serve Hu Mei'er rice, and used chopsticks to hold a bowl full of chicken, he only had one or two pieces of chicken, and the rest was soup.

Hu Meier was already salivating, and couldn't wait to put a piece of chicken in her mouth, the light meat was full and elastic but not greasy, and there was a faint mellow fragrance, Hu Meier's happy eyes narrowed, while eating the bowl in small bites, and paying attention to the chicken in the pot from time to time, for fear that Zhao Qi would rob her, as a result, she ate two bowls of chicken, Zhao Qi still only ate a little, and said coquettishly:

"Brother, you are so good to me! You can eat more, I can't eat a whole chicken." ”

"It's okay, brother is not hungry, you eat slowly. ”

"Brother..."

Hu Meier automatically made up a picture in her brain, when she finished eating, Zhao Qi squatted in the kitchen alone to eat some leftover chicken, as soon as she thought of this scene, Hu Meier was moved not to want it, and her eyes were hazy and she called.

Then while eating, Hu Mei'er realized that something was wrong, why did Zhao Qi drink the soup so fast? And no one robbed him! In view of Zhao Qi's performance as a black-bellied person, Hu Mei'er secretly filled a little soup and quietly took a sip.

"Brother, you're too bad!"

Hu Mei'er only felt a light mellow fragrance in her mouth, the rich aroma of meat bloomed on the tip of her tongue, and the clear taste entered Hu Meier's brain, as if all the nutrients of the whole dish were concentrated into the milky white soup.

Hu Meier, who understood it, still looked a little moved, and happily took a spoon to grab a bowl of soup, but found that there was not much soup in the casserole, and Zhao Qi drank three big wrists, and the pot bottomed out.

I can only put down the spoon angrily, and I stomped the chicken that had been stewed in the bowl for a long time as if venting, and tasted the deliciousness of the chicken soup.

"Hmph, little brat, I still want to fight with my brother!"

Zhao Qi finished the soup, ate a few bites of chicken, and went to wash the dishes in his heart.

Tonight, Zhao Qi didn't go to the General's Mansion to cultivate, because he was worried that his meridians would not be able to bear it again, so he just meditated in the study, exhaling the smell of books, and with the half of the spirit ginseng that he had drunk, the soft Yuan Li gently brushed the scratches of the aisle. After only tossing for half an hour, Zhao Qi felt that his mental power was a little exhausted, and he fell asleep beside the desk in a groggy state.

"Brother, I want to drink soup!"

In the morning, as soon as Zhao Qi finished cultivating, he saw the little lazy insect Hu Mei'er standing at the door neatly dressed, still carrying a chicken in her hand, just looking at the look of the little temper, Zhao Qi knew that the chicken was snatched from Li Hu.

Hu Mei'er suddenly broke into his room and asked himself if he wanted a chicken to eat, but in the face of Hu Daxian, how dare he be lazy, and hurriedly took his two younger brothers to catch a chicken for Hu Mei'er personally, and finally sent Hu Mei'er away like a plague god.

"Early in the morning, eating meat will get fat, and there are no ingredients, or you can take out your stone hole flowers, and we will make a delicious meal." ”

Seeing that Zhao Qi's excited saliva was about to flow down, Hu Meier subconsciously tightened her clothes, and the stone trick flower was hidden by her.

"Don't lie to me, I saw you put half of it under that white bowl yesterday. ”

"Well, I'll do it for you at noon, won't what you say hurt my brother's heart! Your brother and I love you so much, how can I give you food. ”

"Come less!"

Seeing that Zhao Qi agreed, Hu Meier directly threw the tied chicken into the yard, washed her hands and went back to sleep.

Zhao Qi looked at Hu Mei'er's greedy appearance, and knew that he had to satisfy this bear child, otherwise he didn't know what kind of moth to make trouble!

At lunchtime, Hu Meier groped to the dining table sleepily, but as soon as the lid was opened, Hu Meier was completely sleepy, and hurriedly grabbed the spoon in her arms and filled herself with a bowl of chicken soup.

For lunch, the chicken flew and the dog jumped, and Zhao Qi and Hu Meier almost fought each other, and the chicken soup was gradually divided. In the end, Hu Meier held the small bowl with a happy face and took small sips, but Zhao Qi could only wait on the side, waiting for Hu Meier to finish drinking before washing the bowl.

"Mei'er, give me one of your stone trick flowers!"

"No, that's what my aunt left me. ”

"If you give me one, I'll make you chicken soup every day!"

"Really?"

"10,000 percent true!"

"You swear!"

"I swear, it's a puppy to liar!"

Hu Mei'er puffed out her cheeks, looked Zhao Qi up and down four or five times, and saw that Zhao Qi's expression did not seem to be fake, so she flattened her mouth and carefully took out a stone flower. Zhao Qi, who got the stone trick flower, was refreshed, how could he still have the decline of defeat at the dinner table, and he could still laugh out loud when he held the dishes and chopsticks.

"You're lying to me again! I'm not a human, I'm a demon!"

"Give it back to me!"

Hu Mei'er stood in front of Zhao Qi and looked up to beg for it, but found that Zhao Qi had already stuffed the stone trick flower into his mouth, leaving only a thin flower stalk exposed.

"I'm so angry! My brother is a bad person! I even robbed Mei'er's things!"

Of course, Zhao Qi couldn't eat the stone trick flower, and Hu Mei'er's kind of cultivation could only be one petal at a time, if he swallowed it all in his stomach, it was estimated that his dantian would burst.

Late at night, Zhao Qi had already weakened the hidden dangers left behind a lot last night, and today he was ready to open up the Du pulse in one go, and the slow progress of his cultivation made Zhao Qi a little anxious. Zhao Qi took a petal and put it in his mouth, the role of the stone trick flower is only one, that is, to stabilize the trick point, which can make the cultivator's meridian load exceed the vitality of his own cultivation, as for how much this is, it depends on personal cultivation, like Zhao Qi, a weak chicken who has just practiced, this point is doubled.

Zhao Qi skillfully stored the vitality of the soldiers into the dantian, and then ran it over and over again in the Ren vein, trying to refine the sharp power of the soldiers. Just when Zhao Qi felt that he was about to reach his limit, he chewed and swallowed the petals, and suddenly a milky white vitality was born in the dantian, which attached to the meridian wall, making the faintly painful meridians cool and comfortable.

After another half an hour, Zhao Qi felt that everything was ready, and gathered all the vitality in Ren's pulse into the dantian, and stabbed at the Du pulse.

The difference between the Du pulse, the name is Changqiang, the rest of the lower pole Yu, and in the spine, up to the wind house, into the brain, for the sea of yang veins.

With the first experience, Zhao Qi was also prepared, gritted his teeth, and worked hard to drill a way out, the more he went to the back, the more Zhao Qi had to control his mind, the first half of Zhao Qi only used one time to get through, and in the back, Zhao Qi had to meditate and recover his spirit every time he connected a trick.

This breakthrough lasted until the early morning, and just when the vitality of the soldiers was gradually dispelled by the morning light, Zhao Qi felt a cool air rushing into the Baihui acupoint, and at this point, the Du pulse was finally opened. Zhao Qi, who runs through the second vein of Ren Du, only feels refreshed, his strength has increased suddenly, and the feeling of being able to run the vitality for a cycle is really nostalgic!

Not only was the speed of refining the Qi of Heaven and Earth much faster, but more importantly, he had already taken the first step and entered the first small step of a cultivator—the early stage of the day after tomorrow.

Seeing that the east had just turned white, Zhao Qi chose to continue to meditate and cultivate to stabilize his cultivation. At home in the distance, Hu Mei'er was already lying on the bed with hunger, looking at the beam of the house motionlessly, "Brother, come back soon! Mei'er is going to starve to death......"

In a tavern, Tao Qian was drinking with his new apprentice Zhang Goudan competition, but he was still defeated.

"Apprentice, you can't do this! How can you learn my exercises if you don't get drunk with a thousand cups, my old drunkard's practice "Xiaoyao Jing" pays attention to not getting drunk and everyone is drunk. ”

"It's obvious that you don't drink well, how can anyone get drunk after two or three drinks? If I don't drink with you, I'm going to make wine!"

Tao Qian scratched his messy hair, and he was very puzzled, the heir he calculated was the kid in front of him! Why did this kid drink so well? Could it be that I miscalculated?...... Shaking his head, Tao Qian didn't care so much, and ordered:

"Boy, come here, I'll pass you a drunken sword first-smile to the sky!"

After speaking, the wine jar was thrown into the air, holding one end of the bench with one hand, the sword danced the dragon and the snake, the indescribable freehand ethereal, and when Zhang Goudan came back to his senses, the wine jar had fallen steadily on the other end of the bench.

"Cut, isn't it just a blind throw!

Zhang Goudan grabbed the bamboo pole and played it in a good way, although the moves were almost the same, but the kind of whimsical and wanton artistic conception made the old drunkard's eyes straight.

"How do you know what it means?"

"I don't know!

"The sky has eyes...... Tao Qian excitedly took a few big sips of wine, shouted a few words, and fell asleep in a deep sleep.