After eating red-spotted tiger meat and black-horned ewe meat, Zhijian Peak has not tasted the deliciousness of the large spirit beast for several days.

Usually I only cook some wild ark chickens, hares, crucian carp and abalone... Although the taste is good, there is not enough meat for monks.

It is important to be filial, but Xiao Ran is also a man. He can't always eat vegetarian food. Occasionally, he has to eat meat to have the strength to be filial.

This Dao Alliance hunting falcon is more than 500 kilograms, which is enough to eat Zhijian Peak for several days!

In order to stew it in a whole pot, Xiao Ran specially went to Zhujian Peak.

He asked Master Gao to help him create a huge pot that was ten feet wide. He carried it all the way back, and felt that he would blame himself for the Dharma-Ending Age, and felt very guilty.

I felt more relaxed when I returned to Zhijian Peak and put down the pot.

It can be seen that people cannot take the blame at will.

Night falls.

The bonfire sways on the sword ping, accompanied by the starlight, emitting an intoxicating soft light.

The evening breeze blows gently, causing pine sounds, accompanied by the gurgling streams and the rustling insects, playing a pastoral and evening song.

A large iron pot of more than meter wide was mounted on a three-foot-high bamboo platform.

Ling Zhouyue was personally responsible for the stewing this time.

High-pressure space stewing method is an extremely high-level cooking technique. Through powerful sealing, space, air pressure and spiritual pressure are compressed to the limit, which can be understood as...

Pressure cooker.

Xiao Ran’s full-level cooking skills provide perfect stewing principles, but due to his low cultivation, he can only be stewed by the master himself with magic power.

Ling Zhouyue was very excited.

While staring at the fire, she controlled the strength of the space seal.

The green wine bamboo tube is clamped in the collar, and he bows his head from time to time to take a sip.

The beautiful face, as beautiful as a painting, was slightly red by the swaying flames, and the blue hair on his ears was stirred by the mountain wind, which unexpectedly showed a hint of tenderness.

Only the action of lowering her head and drinking was like a crow throwing a stone, revealing her silly nature.

Chu Yan is responsible for watching the fire. By using the sewing needle sword technique, he controls the fire power, fire shape and fire spirit with extreme precision.

Half the soup was boiled, and the rich falcon fragrance spread out, covering the entire Zhijian Peak in a blink of an eye and spreading quickly into the mountains.

Ling Zhouyue nodded.

"It's the taste of Dao League."

...

Three thousand miles east of Zongzhi Mountain, in the wilderness on the edge of the Fire Burning Kingdom, there was a mountain that once towered into the sky, cut off by a sword, and a small fairy city was built on the cross section.

Dongfu City.

As the Dao Alliance station, Dongfu City is only ten miles in a radius, with stars and streets. As a fairy city, it is full of all internal organs.

The Dao Alliance relies on hundreds of similar immortal cities to control the entire True Spirit Continent.

However, Dongfu City is close to Zongzhishan, one of the five major gangsters, and has weak control over the surrounding areas.

The center of the city.

A five-cornered tower tower towers into the clouds, like a giant sword.

It is the administrative yamen building stationed by the Dao Alliance, Xingtian Pavilion.

On the top of the pavilion, there was a blue light formation that was floating against each other, slowly rotating.

This is a teleportation array that can directly reach the headquarters of the Dao Alliance. It is extremely expensive and will not be activated easily if there is no urgent matter.

The top floor is the Tiancai Academy, and the second top floor is the living room.

The third top floor is where Dongfuzhishou lives and works.

Study room, front desk.

A middle-aged man wearing an indigo cloud robe, tall and burly figure, and handsome as a carved figure, sat respectfully in front of the long table and tasted the black snake soup.

His beard is as short as a thorn, his waist is paired with an eight-foot long sword, half a foot wide, and his aura is powerful and powerful, and his body exudes rich hormones everywhere.

Unfortunately, I have a pair of panda eyes, with drooping eyelids and heavy bags of eyes, giving people a feeling of being overly bathed and unable to get up again.

In front of the long table were two plates, a plate of snake soup and a plate of scorched snake meat, cut into thin pieces.

There was a high-legged black sand teapot on my chest, filled with bright red spirit veins, almost filling my body.

He took a sip of wolfberry and then ate snake meat, with a complex feeling of sorrow and hatred in his eyes.

After eating and drinking, he raised his heavy eyelids and looked at the door.

"Come in."

"yes."

Blackstone pushed the door open and entered.

Sitting in front of the long case was the new Deacon Dongfu, who was once famous in the Dao Alliance, but suddenly remained silent for eight hundred years.

Li Wuxie saw at a glance that Hei Shi felt guilty.

"Say, what mistake did you make?"

Black Stone explained truthfully.

"I just went to Zongzhi Mountain. After seeing him, I attended the Chengjian Conference for half a month. I was the disciple of Ling Zhouyue, who was the Sword Peak. Xiao Ran."

"Ling Zhouyue..."

Hearing this name, Li Wuxie looked up and recalled it, and his thick eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Is this trouble woman originally in Zongzhishan?"

Hei Shi is ashamed, how obstructive is your news!

"Elder Lingzhou has been here in Zongzhi Mountain for more than 500 years."

"Yeah?"

"Just ten days ago, Elder Lingzhou destroyed an underground gambling house in Dongfu City and scraped away all the spirit stones. Because that gambling house did violate the rules, it is difficult for us to hold her accountable."

Li Wuxie held the black sand teapot in both hands, his eyebrows and eyes drooped and his eyes became increasingly stagnant.

"Three days later, Chengjian Conference... Am I going to participate in such a troublesome thing as soon as I came? Is Dongfu City too quiet? Is it the local silent custom of Dongfu?"

Blackstone shook her head.

"No, Zong Zhishan deliberately blocked the news. He sent a secret letter to Xing Tiange a few days ago to inform him of the matter. However, the head-shouzhang had not read the letter, so his subordinates took the initiative and went to inquire."

Li Wuxie half raised his drooping eyelids.

"Take me the wine you gave me?"

Black Stone suddenly became nervous.

"That jar of wine... I gave it to Xiao Ran."

Xiao Ran?

Isn't it for Ling Zhouyue?

Li Wuxie was too lazy to ask more questions.

"I've given the wine to you, it's yours. You can give it to anyone, why are you so panicked?"

Blackstone gritted her teeth and said with a tough bullet:

"In addition to wine, the Dao League's hunting falcon... was also given away."

Li Wuxie was stunned.

"What?"

Black Stone then told her experience at Zhijian Peak.

From the beginning to the end, Li Wuxie kept his eyelids drooping without any surprise. At the end, he just sighed:

"Looking at your slick look, I thought you were a ghost, but I didn't expect that I was a loyal general of the Dao Alliance. It was also a blessing for Li to have you help me in Dongfu City."

Hei Shi bent down and bowed. After some politeness, he suddenly asked:

"You don't care about Xiao Ran at all?"

Li Wuxie stood up with a pot and stood in front of the window. His body was like a wide sword, with drooping dark circles, looking at the strange Dongfu City outside the window.

"Prepare a sword burial for the dead eagle."

From the beginning, Xiao Ran was not mentioned once.

...

Zhijian Peak, Jianping.

The soup is steaming and the bone fragrance overflows.
To be continued...