It was already evening when Xiao Ran returned to Zongzhi Mountain.

It was drizzling in the sky.

The accident is because Zongzhi Mountain is located in the wilderness of the Western Regions, with altitude that is high, with clouds floating very low, and the top of Zhijian Peak is far above the clouds.

It is said that if there is no cloud, where does the rain come from?

Maybe this is Lingyu...

Xiao Ran thought to himself.

The rain was very clear, sweeping away the smudge of fairy fog, washing the mountains.

The ethereal world has become real, with fewer layers of fairy spirit and more sadness.

Xiao Ran even missed the home in his previous life a little.

It’s easy to not want home, just go to your new home.

Shaking away the rain on his face, Xiao Ran accelerated back to Zhijian Peak.

It is said that the autumn rain is cooler, but on the Zhijian Peak, the green valley and colorful sea of ​​flowers still seem to remain in spring, and at most it is a little sad.

Chu Yan took shelter from the rain under the lonely pine and entered a certain Zen state.

The clear and springy face adds a layer of sorrow in the drizzle.

For her, the sewing needle sword technique is too simple.

She felt like she might have been cheated.

But in order to climb the sword tomb with Xiao Ran, she officially gained a foothold on the sword-master for the sword-master and also to weave beautiful clothes, she did the work of picking valleys, weeding, insect removal and fertilizing very carefully.

When watering encounters spiritual rain, it stops.

She lay on the cat's back, spread out the white paper, and wrote a letter with a hanging sword dropping ink.

The beautiful woman had ugly characters. In the past, her calligraphy was very ordinary and she could only fool her with sloppy brushwork.

After learning the art of sewing needles and swordsmanship, his handwriting suddenly became much more beautiful.

So much so that she never wrote letters and used jade slips to transmit messages, and she also began to pick up her sword and write letters.

"Nephew, Xiang, I have entered Zhijian Peak as I wish. This is the strongest mountain in Zongzhi Mountain. I am about to inherit the sword and become a sword master. I can announce it to shake the Chaogang..."

Xiao Ran looked behind her for a long time, but she didn't notice it.

It’s not that I was too obsessed with the letter, but that Xiao Ran’s body movements that blend into all things were too shocking and even the Golden Pill Master did not notice it.

This further confirms the strength of Xiaowu in the Ten Thousand Beasts Valley.

Xiao Ran stood behind Chu Yan, looking at her lying on the orange cat, she looked like a primary school student lying on the desk.

"Nephew, are you an aunt?"

He suddenly asked in surprise!

Chu Yan was startled, but her face was so calm that I had known you were looking at me behind me, so she continued to lower her head to write.

"Did you realize it? You are younger than my nephew who is the emperor!"

She added accent to the little one.

Xiao Ran tapped her little head with his hand.

"You can't say it to a man as a polite."

However, the fact that Chu Yan said was that Xiao Ran was younger than her nephew.

Practice is like watching chess but bad luck. Cultivators do not know how fast time passes...

Xiao Ran suddenly felt like he was changing.

However, he has only been in the school for six days and feels that it is not strong enough. It is not too late to sigh again after six hundred years.

The Dharma-Ending Age is reality.

Zhijian Peak is beautiful, and it looks like it is all young beauties, but Junior Sister Zhehui from Wanzhou Valley is the normal state of female cultivators in the Dharma-Ending Age.

Although her life span is close, with Junior Sister Zhehui's golden elixir cultivation, she could have forced herself to maintain her youthful appearance, but she did not do so. Instead, she used her limited energy and spiritual power to prolong her life instead of maintaining her youth.

Living is far more important than being beautiful.

"Don't touch my head, the president is not tall!"

Chu Yan said in a deep voice, but in fact, Xiao Ran’s tapping method was very particular, and she felt comfortable to knock, and was addicted to it like a cat being masturbated.

Xiao Ran was preparing to make wine and said:

"The rice and crabapple petals I asked you to pick."

"Take it."

Chu Yan threw a sack of sacks, the texture is a sack and the size is a sack.

The sack is full of selected grains, herbs and crabapple petals.

This is too fast!

Xiao Ran looked around again and inspected the fields.

I found that all the weeds and pests in the field were dealt with, and the fertilizer was also fine, and combined with this silent spiritual rain that moistened the body...

Tools are really capable!

Xiao Ran rubbed the soft and slender little shoulders, just like his master rubbed his shoulders one day after he made a contribution.

It means: be a worker with peace of mind.

"Yes, I really did see the wrong person. You are born to be a nanny...the material for the sword-holding man."

"What is a nanny?"

"A high-level sword-holding man."

The girl didn't believe it at all. She pressed her jade elbow against the cat's back, held her chin with a slender hand, and looked like she was full of youth.

"Although this sword technique is exquisite, it is too simple. I have become a big deal. When can I let me knit clothes?"

Xiao Ran said:

"Silks, mulberry, cotton, and seven-color fruits... You go to Xiaozi Peak or the outer door to find these four seeds and silkworms. You have to plant them in person and only then they will taste when worn on your body."

"You're a little perverted."

That's what he said, but Chuyan still stood up obediently to ask for seeds and silkworms, and sent the letter back to the imperial capital.

After Chuyan left with the orange cat, Xiao Ran began to brew rice wine.

Soak the selected rice in high-pressure spiritual water for an hour, drain it, cook it and put it in a big stone jar, dig a hole in the center, put it in the yeast wine koji, add spiritual water and stir it, place it in the wine cellar prepared in advance, and wait for fermentation.

Normally, you can drink alcohol before midnight.

It's already dark.

In the Dharma-Ending Age, the underworld frequently appeared, and the cultivation world was very resistant to darkness. On rainy nights when stars and moons were gone, the mountain protection array was usually lit up and illuminated with faint green light.

The sword-stealing peak bathes in the glimmer of light like the green moon.

Xiao Ran walked lightly into the bamboo forest and looked towards the hot spring.

Her black hair was loose and she had thick braids on the ends of her hair. Her smooth and fair skin was like a bright moon, emitting a faint fragrance of peach swords.

Xiao Ran realized that as soon as Master came back from the morning medicine bath, he started taking a bath in the hot spring, dispelling the poison and heat of medicine, and balancing his physical condition.

After all, the side effects of the medicine prescribed by my master are too great.

I really don’t know how Master was taken by Master’s medicine bath before...Do you drink fake wine to fight poison with poison?

The hot springs at Zhijian Peak and the sake brewed by Xiao Ran are the best detoxifying partners, and they inadvertently contributed great filial piety to Xiao Ran.

【Filialty Value: 22.】

The only side effect is that the ale wine is made of wheat grown by Chen Gongxing himself. The vicissitudes of life are too serious and it is easy for people to trace the past.

Hot spring cliff.

The fog is very clear, and the peach blossoms fall in the drizzle, carrying raindrops on the running water.

Ling Zhouyue narrowed her eyes slightly, her face as clear as a painting, and her body as naked as the moon.

She was confused and remembered many past events that had been forgotten by drinking fake wine over the years.

One of the things made her frown.

Her body... was actually carrying a marriage contract!

More than 500 years ago, I came to Zongzhishan to escape from marriage.

However, she no longer remembered the other person's name and appearance, but only remembered that she seemed to be someone who could not even kill her...

No wonder I felt sad that day and said to Xiao Ran:

"Master is not as strong as you think."
To be continued...