My filial piety has gone bad

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

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

Qing Lin Huaichun's face became more melancholy in the drizzle.

For her, sewing needle swordsmanship is too simple.

She felt that she might have been cheated.

But in order to be able to climb the Sword Tomb together with Xiao Ran, officially become a sword holder, and gain a firm foothold on the Sword Holder Peak, and at the same time, in order to be able to weave beautiful clothes, she did all the work of picking grain, weeding, weeding, and fertilizing. very detailed.

The watering stopped when it encountered spiritual rain.

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

Beautiful ugly characters, in the past, her calligraphy was very ordinary, and she could only be fooled by scribbled brushwork.

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

So much so that she, who never wrote letters and only used jade slips for sound transmission, also began to pick up the sword and write letters.

"Grand-nephew, Xiang, I have entered Zhijian Peak as I wished. This is the strongest mountain in Zongzhi Mountain, and I will inherit the sword and become a sword-bearer. I can announce that I will shake Chaogang..."

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

It's not that writing letters is too engrossing, but that Xiao Ran's agility that blends into everything is so shocking that even the master Jindan didn't notice it.

This further confirmed the strength of Xiao Wu in the Valley of Beasts.

Xiao Ran stood behind Chuyan, seeing her posture lying on the orange cat, she looked like a primary school student lying on the desk.

"Grandnephew, have you become an aunt?"

He suddenly asked in surprise!

Chu Yan was taken aback, but her face was forced to be calm, as if I knew you were looking at me from behind, and continued to write with her head down.

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

She accentuated the small.

Xiao Ran tapped her small head with his hand.

"You can't be petty to a man, it's polite."

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

Cultivation is like watching a bad game of chess. A cultivator doesn't know how time flies...

Xiao Ran suddenly felt a sense of vicissitudes.

However, he has only started for six days, and the feeling is not strong enough, and it will not be too late to come back to sigh after 600 years.

The Dharma-ending age is the reality.

Zhijian Peak is very beautiful, and they all look like young beauties, but Junior Sister Zhehui from the Valley of Beasts is the normal state of female cultivators in the Dharma-ending era.

Although the end of her life was approaching, she could have forcibly maintained her youthful appearance with her Jindan cultivation base, 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 pretty.

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

Chu Yan said in a deep voice, but in fact, Xiao Ran's percussion technique is very particular, and she is very comfortable in percussion, just like a cat being rubbed.

Xiao Ran prepared to make wine, and said:

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

"Take it."

Chuyan threw a kit sack, the texture was a kit, and the size was a sack.

The sacks are filled with carefully selected grains, herbs and crabapple petals.

This is too fast!

Xiao Ran looked around again, checking the fields.

It was found that all the weeds and pests in the field had been taken care of, and the fertilizer was finely applied, in conjunction with this silent spiritual rain that moisturizes everything...

Tools are really capable!

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

It means: Be a laborer with peace of mind, dear.

"That's right, as a teacher, you are right. You are born to be a nanny...you are expected to hold a sword."

"What is a nanny?"

"A high-ranking swordsman."

The girl didn't believe it at all, her jade elbow rested on the cat's back, her chin rested on her slender hand, and she looked full of spring.

"Although this sword technique is exquisite, it's too simple. I've already mastered it. When will I be able to weave clothes?"

Xiao Ran said:

"Silkworm, mulberry, cotton, seven-color fruit...you go to Xiaoyu Peak or the outer gate to find these four kinds of seeds and silkworm seeds. You have to plant them yourself, and they will taste good when you wear them."

"You're a bit perverted."

That's what he said, but Chuyan obediently got up to ask for silkworm seeds, and sent the letter back to the imperial capital by the way.

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

Soak the selected grains in high-pressure spiritual water for an hour, drain and cook, put them in a large stone jar, dig a hole in the center, put yeast koji, stir with spiritual water, and put them in the wine cellar prepared in advance , waiting for fermentation.

Under normal circumstances, drinking is almost available before midnight.

It was dark already.

In the era of the end of the Dharma, ghosts appear frequently, and the cultivation world is very resistant to the dark sky. On rainy nights when there are no stars and moons, the mountain protection array is usually lit up with a faint blue light.

Zhijian Peak is bathed in the twilight like a green moon.

Xiao Ran came to the bamboo forest with light steps, and looked in the direction of the hot spring.