The flavor of falcon soup comes from big bones, falcon meat is almost composed of lean meat and tendons, falcon organ, and falcon blood have lower fat content.

After eating for two days, Xiao Ran not only did not gain weight, but also lost some weight.

The same goes for Ling Zhouyue.

The fat I gained was lost by eating meat...an unimagined way to lose weight.

Her figure recovered, as sharp as a sword, and as graceful as a sword, and her appearance was extremely beautiful and incomparable.

If she didn't get drunk and say stupid things, she would be a goddess among goddesses.

Chu Yan next door was so greedy that she cried.

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1 filial piety value!]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1 filial piety value!]

【Congratulations……】

In the past two days, Xiao Ran's ears were filled with the sound of the system. He counted and found that after eating a falcon, his filial piety value increased by more than thirty.

Brother Falcon's death was not in vain!

…

Two days before the sword-carrying conference.

The array upgrade work that took half a month was finally completed.

The new mountain protection formation was handed over to Bo Yunzi for operation and maintenance.

Huangfuqun and his son were responsible for the order of the conference. They attached great importance to the safety of this sword-carrying conference. In order to prevent emergencies from happening, they issued dozens of temporary guidelines to the disciples that could not be crossed.

This made the inner and outer disciples complain. They wanted to take advantage of the excitement of this conference, just like eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year, but the result was like going to jail.

In private, some scolded Huangfu Qun, some scolded Xiao Ran, and some scolded this damn law-ending era...

Xiao Ran didn't care either. In the Age of Dharma Ending, cultivators were seriously involved in involution and generally had bad tempers.

…

The day before the sword-bearing conference.

morning.

Since Master Mo Xia finished the repair work of the mountain guarding formation, he met Xiao Ran in his true form at Zhujian Peak to support him in brewing tea.

"I still remember the last time I made tea for someone, it was eighty years ago..."

I will make tea for you, a junior, in my busy schedule. Please don't be ungrateful.

Xiao Ran understood this, quickly held the cup with both hands, and drank respectfully.

When the bitter tea is tasted, the heart aches and turns into a dragon.

Xiao Ran suddenly had black lines all over his forehead and almost vomited.

I didn’t listen to the memories of the ink cartridge master at all...

No matter how good the story is, it doesn't matter if the tea tastes so bad. It's just like how miserable a singer's experience is, it doesn't matter if he can't sing well.

Xiao Ran's mind went dark and he heard nothing, so he blurted out instinctively:

"You'd better let senior brother make tea."

Behind the scenes of the ink cartridge real person.

Master Gao was slightly startled. The sword-engraved textures on the blind iron ring flickered with red light.

Over the past hundreds of years, before several sword-carrying conferences, those who inherited the sword have drank tea brewed by the master himself. To a certain extent, this is a kind of test.

Tea is very unpleasant to drink, and those who inherit the sword must either grit their teeth and say it tastes good, or taste the bitterness carefully and analyze a bunch of kendo philosophies.

Xiao Ran was the only one who told the truth that Teacher Gao wanted to say but didn't dare to say.

Master’s tea is really terrible to drink!

Although the previous recipients of the sword successfully inherited the sword, in the end they only received the earth-level and yellow-level ancient swords on the second floor below the sword tomb.

The sword on the second floor is the only one that Bo Yunzi got the ancient sword of Xuan level since the Age of Dharma End.

It is generally believed in the sect that only Elder Lingzhou can inherit the sword himself to obtain the ancient sword of heaven level.

However, the Academy had already forged a natal sword for Elder Lingzhou, which was no weaker than the Heavenly Sword.

But now, Elder Lingzhou's personal disciple, a person suspected of being a heavenly saint, has given an answer that is so true that it makes people want to cry.

This person who wants to cry is the ink cartridge master.

Ink Box Master made tea more carefully than usual. He expected to hear Xiao Ran's profound resonance of kendo theory, but ended up tasting...

Unpalatable?

Ink Box Master's old face was frozen for a long time before he reluctantly said:

"If tea tastes good, it tastes good. If it tastes bad, it tastes bad. Swords are like tea. A good sword is a good sword. A bad sword is a bad sword. To dare to say that tea tastes bad in front of me shows that Master Nephew Xiao already has the childlike innocence of choosing a good sword.

, in front of the Supreme Sword, any lies are nothing but clouds and smoke, all you need is a childlike innocence to return to nature."

Is there such a thing?

It was so bad that I couldn’t help but blurt it out...

Xiao Ran had nothing to say.

The ink cartridge master couldn't blow anymore, so he stood up and patted Xiao Ran on the shoulder.

"Xiao Ran, I'm optimistic about you."

This time, he didn't call himself me old man, nor did he call me Xiao Ran's nephew. It was like the expectation of a close friend, and he saw a ray of light in the end of the Dharma era above Xiao Ran's head.

Made Xiao Ran Alexander.

…

Afternoon, Baicao Peak.

In front of the two coaches in charge of the sword-holding competition, Xiao Ran underwent a physical examination before receiving the sword from Master Yin Yue to ensure that his physique would not pose any safety risks under the monstrous sword power.

After all, he is now a treasure of the sect.

Coincidentally, the two Nascent Soul coaches in charge of the Sword Succession Conference happened to be the two old men who fought with Netherworld on the sword field that day.

Xiao Ran cupped his fist slightly.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Ouyang, you are fine."

The two old men were slightly startled, but they didn't expect Xiao Ran to still remember their names.

This time, the two of them were no longer arrogant. As comrades-in-arms from the last time, they were quite proud to witness the miracle.

He quickly returned the greeting and said:

"Junior Brother Xiao is so polite."

This time, Master Yin Yue was much more serious. He wore a consciousness-enhancing lens in one eye, and only used acupuncture to penetrate Xiao Ran's Dantian, add three-thirds of the medicine, and take a thin film of the Dan wall for biopsy.

Then the Dahe Sword Intention Stone was used to cover the outside of Xiao Ran's dantian, injecting Sword Intent into it.

For Xiao Ran, although it was not very comfortable, it was still much better than having a body section.

An hour later, the results came out.

Old man Ouyang frowned slightly while holding the analysis jade slip.

"There are four levels of sword tombs in the sword tomb. According to the spiritual test results, Junior Brother Xiao should be able to pass through the cliff, Yanling Ridge and Sword Thorn Forest to reach the fourth level of the yellow-level sword tomb. Go up...if you can, go up.

Don’t force it.”

Xiao Ran nodded. After all, he only had Qi refining skills, so the result was much better than he expected.

"nature."

Old man Ouyang added:

"As for your disciple, Jiang Chuyan, she may go to the third-level earth-level sword tomb, or even the second-level mysterious level sword tomb."

Xiao Ran was slightly startled, is this little girl so talented?

Coach Zhang hurriedly comforted:

"Junior Brother Xiao, you don't have to feel ashamed. You have been practicing Qi Refining to inherit the Sword for only half a month after joining. You are already a miracle. There is no need to take risks to prove yourself. You can inherit the Sword more than once. Junior Brother only needs to grow up slowly, and the future is limitless.

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After the two left.

Master Yin Yue quietly pulled Xiao Ran into the underground alchemy room again, as if he was secretly turning on a small stove for him.

"Do you have any elixirs prepared for Cheng Jian?"

Xiao Ran shook his head.
To be continued...