In the evening, Hu Meier lay on the dining table anxiously, and the fragrance from the kitchen made her saliva water. I almost lifted the lid and ate it secretly, but Zhao Qi grabbed it and drove it out of the kitchen. ，

"Go, go, I haven't done it yet! ”

The stewed in the casserole is the ginseng chicken soup carefully prepared by Zhao Qi, which is used to enhance physical functions, and with the temperature of the Yuan to nourish the meridians and dantian, it can repair the hidden dangers left by the pulse to a large extent, but Hu Meier can't destroy it.

During the meal, Zhao Qi offered to serve Hu Mei'er rice, which moved Hu Mei'er badly, a big bowl of chicken, Zhao Qi himself only had one or two pieces of chicken, and the rest was soup.

Hu Meier is not polite, she has long been salivating, and hurriedly and impatiently sandwiched a piece of chicken and put it in her mouth, tender meat, no oil or firewood, cooking just right, and her mouth is fragrant after swallowing. Hu Meier's happy eyes narrowed, while eating the chicken in 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, Hu Meier ate two bowls of chicken in a row, Zhao Qicai sandwiched a few pieces, and Hu Meier was moved and coquettish:

"Brother, what you make is delicious! You can eat more, Mei'er will be full after eating a little more." ”

"It's okay, my brother is not hungry, you can eat more if it is delicious. ”

"Brother..."

Immersed in the happiness of being taken care of, Hu Meier automatically made up a picture in her brain, when she finished eating, her brother squatted alone in the kitchen eating pickles and eating steamed buns, as soon as she thought of this scene, Hu Meier was moved not to want it, and stared at Zhao Qi with hazy eyes.

Then looking at it, Hu Mei'er felt that something was wrong, why did her brother drink the soup so fast? And no one grabbed it from 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 Meier only felt a mellow fragrance in her mouth, mixed with a faint aura. The rich aroma of the meat blooms on the tip of the tongue, clearly transmitting the flavor into Hu Meier's brain, as if the essence of all the ingredients has been concentrated into a pale 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.

Hu Meier could only put down the spoon angrily, and stomped the chicken 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, exhaled the Xianshu Wenqi, and cooperated with the spiritual ginseng chicken soup that he drank, and the soft Yuan Li gently brushed the scratches of the Daodao. 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 little face full of resentment, Zhao Qi knew that this chicken was snatched from Li Hu.

Li Hu wanted to cry without tears in the bedroom, he was still sleeping! Hu Meier suddenly broke into his room and asked himself if he wanted a chicken, in the face of Daxian, how dare Li Hu be lazy, and hurriedly called his little brother to go into battle, and finally sent Hu Meier 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.

"No, don't lie to me, I saw that you buckled that half under the white bowl yesterday. ”

"Well, I'll do it for you at noon, what you say will hurt my brother's heart, there are good things to share!"

"Come less! Dream on you!"

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 Meier's greedy appearance, and knew that he had to satisfy this bear child, otherwise Hu Meier would make trouble again!

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.

A lunch meal was chicken flying and dog jumping, Zhao Qi and Hu Meier almost fought each other, and between the words and swords, the chicken soup was divided up. In the end, Hu Meier held the porcelain bowl with a happy face, taking small sips, but Zhao Qi could only wait aside, 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!"

looked Zhao Qi up and down four or five times, and saw that Zhao Qi's expression did not seem to be fake, so Hu Meier 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.

Hu Meier recalled the conversation between the two, only to find a loophole, and hurriedly shouted:

"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 even Hu Mei'er's kind of cultivation could only be one petal at a time, if he swallowed it all in his stomach, the dantian would definitely burst like a balloon.

Late at night at the General's Palace

Zhao Qi had already repaired most of the meridians, and tonight 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 made every effort to refine the sharp power of the soldiers. Just when Zhao Qi felt that he was about to reach the limit, he chewed the petals and swallowed them, and suddenly a milky white vitality was born in the dantian, which attached to the meridian wall, making the faintly swollen and painful meridians cool and comfortable.

After another half an hour, Zhao Qi felt that everything was ready, and Ren Mai acted as a runway for Yuan Li, accelerating towards the Du Mai.

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 experience of breaking through the Ren pulse, 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 for half an hour to recover his spirit every time he connected a trick.

It has been hard until the early morning, just before the vitality of the soldiers is dispelled by the morning light, there is a roar, and the vitality penetrates into Parkway, so far, the whole line of the Dumai is opened. Through the second vein of Ren Du, Zhao Qi only felt refreshed, and his strength increased suddenly. Zhao Qi's heart was a little more steady.

The feeling of the vitality cycle is so nostalgic!

Early days after tomorrow!

Not only is the speed of refining the qi of heaven and earth increased exponentially, but it is also a proof that the exercises have been successfully cultivated. Combined with the cultivation experience of the two lives, Zhao Qi can clearly feel that he is powerful at the moment, he is not a cultivator of the day after tomorrow at all, and even, Zhao Qi has some evil taste and wants to practice with the rabbit, he has the confidence to beat the demon beast of the hundred-year-old Dao.

The East was white, and Zhao Qi was not in a hurry to go home, so he chose to continue to meditate and stabilize his cultivation.

At three o'clock in the morning, 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, the "Easy Sutra" pays attention to the fact that wine is not intoxicating, and people are drunk. ”

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

Tao Qian scratched his messy hair, and he was very puzzled, the heir he calculated was this kid! Why did this kid drink so well? Could it be that I miscalculated?......

The two have drunk so many times together, and they have never seen the puppy get drunk. As soon as he thought that the descendants of those guys had already practiced, his heart felt like he was on fire, and after thinking about it, Tao Qian decided to try it directly.

"Dog, 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.

"I told you, don't call me a dog, before going up the mountain, my mother has already given me a big size - Zhang Ye, call me a dog, you don't want to drink my wine. ”

"Don't care about those who have it or not, I'll teach you, you look good!" The drunkard is also drunk, and his image as a master is so untreatable that he doesn't respect himself at all. Of course, he doesn't think about how much Zhang Yejiu has drunk without spending money during this time

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

Zhang also grabbed the bamboo pole and played it in a good way, although the moves were swaying, but the artistic conception of the imagination and wanton swaying was a bit charming, which made the old drunkard's eyes straighten.

"How do you know what it means?"

"I don't know!

"The sky has eyes......"