When Xiao Ran returned to Jianjian Peak, it was already evening.

The sky unexpectedly started to drizzle.

It was unexpected because Zongzhi Mountain is located in the wilderness of the Western Region. The altitude is already high and the clouds are very low. The top of Zhijian Peak is far above the clouds. The clouds are on the mountainside and there are no clouds above the head.

They all talk about clouds and rain. If there are no clouds, where will the rain come from?

Maybe this is Lingyu...

Xiao Ran thought to himself.

The rain is very clear, blowing away the fairy mist and washing the mountains.

The misty world has become real, with a few layers of fairy spirit missing and a trace of melancholy added.

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

It's easy to not miss home, just run to your new home.

Xiao Ran shook the rain off his face and sped back to the Sword Holding Peak.

It is said that there is a layer of autumn rain and a layer of coolness, but on Zhujian Peak, the green valley and the colorful sea of ​​flowers still seem to be in spring, and at most they are a little melancholy.

Chu Yan took shelter from the rain and petted the cat under a lone pine tree, entering a kind of Zen state.

The clear and cheerful face was covered with a layer of melancholy in the drizzle.

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

She felt she might have been cheated.

But in order to be able to climb the Sword Tomb with Xiao Ran, officially become a Sword Holder, and gain a firm foothold on the Sword Holding Peak, and to weave beautiful clothes, she did all the work of harvesting grain, weeding, pest control, and fertilizing.

Very detailed.

Watering stopped only when it encountered spiritual rain.

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

In the past, her calligraphy was mediocre and she could only use sloppy brushwork to fool her around.

After learning the sewing needle sword technique, my handwriting suddenly became much more beautiful.

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

"My great-nephew, Xiang, I have entered the Sword-bearing Peak as I wished. This is the strongest mountain in Zongzhi Mountain, and I am about to inherit the sword and become the sword-bearer. I can make an announcement to shake Chao Gang..."

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

It's not that he was too absorbed in writing the letter, but that Xiao Ran's body skills that blended into all things were so shocking that even the golden elixir boss didn't notice it.

This further proves Xiao Wu’s strength in the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts.

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

"Grandnephew, are you now an aunt?"

He suddenly asked in surprise!

Chu Yan was startled, but she kept her composure on her face, feeling like I knew you were looking at me from behind, and continued to lower her head and write.

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

She added the accent to "small".

Xiao Ran took advantage of it and tapped her little head.

"You can't talk down to a man, it's polite."

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

Cultivation is like watching a chess game. A cultivator doesn't know how fast time passes...

Xiao Ran suddenly felt like the world had changed.

However, he had only started for six days, and his feeling was not strong enough. It would not be too late to sigh again six hundred years later.

The Dharma-ending era is the reality.

The Sword Holding Peak is very beautiful, and they all look like young beauties, but Junior Sister Zhehui from the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts is the normal state of female cultivators in the Dharma Ending Age.

Although her life span was approaching, with Junior Sister Zhehui's golden elixir cultivation, she could have forcibly maintained 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.

Being alive 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 technique was very particular, and it made her feel very comfortable, as addicted as a cat being stroked.

Xiao Ran was preparing to make wine and said:

"Where are the rice and crabapple petals I asked you to pick."

"Take it."

Chu Yan threw in a brocade sack. Its texture was that of a brocade sack and its size was that of a sack.

The sack is filled with carefully selected grains, herbs and crabapple petals.

This speed is too fast!

Xiao Ran looked around again, inspecting the fields.

I found that all the weeds and pests in the ground had been taken care of, and the fertilizers were also applied carefully, in conjunction with the silent spiritual rain that moistened everything...

Tool apprentices are really capable!

Xiao Ran rubbed those soft and slender shoulders, just like the master rubbed his shoulders after he performed a meritorious service one day.

It means: Peace of mind as a laborer, dear.

"Yes, my teacher was right. You were born to be a nanny... and a sword holder."

"What is a nanny?"

"High-level sword bearer."

The girl didn't believe it at all. She put her jade elbow on the cat's back and held her chin with her delicate hand, looking pregnant.

"Although this swordsmanship is exquisite, it is too simple. I am already an expert. When will I be able to weave clothes?"

Xiao Ran said:

"Silkworms, mulberry, cotton, seven-color fruit... You can go to Xiaoxufeng or Waimen to find these four seeds and silkworms. You have to grow them yourself so that they taste good when worn on your body."

"You're a bit perverted."

Even though he said this, Chu Yan still got up obediently and went to pray for silkworm seeds, while sending the letter back to the imperial capital.

After Chu Yan left with the orange cat, Xiao Ran started making rice wine.

Soak the selected rice in high-pressure spiritual water for an hour, drain it, cook it and place it in a large stone vat. Dig a hole in the center, add yeast and distiller's yeast, add spiritual water, stir, and place it in the prepared wine cellar.

, waiting for fermentation.

Under normal circumstances, you can almost drink before midnight.

It's completely dark now.

In the Age of Dharma Ending, the underworld appears frequently, and the world of cultivation is very resistant to darkness. On rainy nights when there are no stars or moon, the mountain guarding formation is usually lit up with weak blue light.

The Jianjian Peak is bathed in a glimmer of light that looks like a blue moon.

Xiao Ran walked lightly into the bamboo forest and looked in the direction of the hot spring.

Her black hair was loosely tied, and her hair was tied into thick braids. Her smooth and fair skin was like the bright moon, exuding a faint fragrance of peach sword.

Xiao Ran realized that as soon as the master returned from the medicinal bath in the morning, he began to take a bath in the hot spring to dissipate the poison and heat and balance the body.

After all, the medicine prescribed by my uncle had too many side effects.

I really don’t know how Master managed to survive being bathed in medicine by his uncle... Did he drink fake wine to fight poison with poison?

The hot springs at Zhijian Peak and the sake brewed by Xiao Ran are the best partners for detoxification, and inadvertently contributed a lot of filial piety to Xiao Ran.

[Filial piety value: 22.]

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

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The fog is very clear, and peach blossoms are falling in the drizzle, holding raindrops on the running water.

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

She vaguely recalled the many forgotten past events of drinking fake wine over the years.

One of the things made her frown.

Five hundred years ago, she came to Zongzhi Mountain from the Dao League to escape from a certain woman.

However, she no longer remembers the other person's name and appearance.

I just remember that he seemed to be a person that even she couldn't kill...
To be continued...