My filial piety has gone bad

"I still remember the last time I made tea for people, it was 80 years ago..."

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

Xiao Ran understood in this way, hurriedly held the cup in both hands, and took a respectful sip.

The bitter tea tastes like a pain in the heart, turning rivers and seas into dragons.

Xiao Ran's forehead was filled with black lines, and he almost didn't spit it out.

I didn't listen to the memories of the ink cartridge real person at all...

No matter how good the story is, it’s useless if the tea tastes so bad. It’s like no matter how miserable the singer’s experience is, it’s useless if you can’t sing well.

Xiao Ran's mind was completely dark, he didn't hear anything, and instinctively blurted out:

"You'd better ask your brother to make tea."

Behind the ink cartridge real person.

Gao Shi was slightly stunned, the textures carved by swords on the blind-shielding iron ring flashed with red light that flickered on and off.

For hundreds of years, before several times of sword inheritance conferences, those who inherit swords have all drank the tea made by the master himself. To a certain extent, this is a kind of test.

The tea is very difficult to drink. Those who bear the sword will either grit their teeth and say it is delicious, or taste the bitterness in it seriously, and analyze a bunch of swordsmanship philosophies.

Only Xiao Ran told the truth that Gao Shi wanted to say but dared not.

Master's tea is really hard to drink!

Although the previous sword bearers all succeeded in inheriting the sword, they only got the ancient swords of the ground rank and the yellow rank on the second floor of the sword mound.

For the sword on the upper second floor, only Bo Yunzi got the ancient sword of Xuan rank since the end of the Dharma Era.

It is generally believed in the sect that only Elder Ling Zhou can obtain the ancient sword of heaven rank if he personally inherits the sword.

However, the academy had forged a natal sword for Elder Ling Zhou, which was not weaker than the Heaven Rank.

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

The person who wants to cry is the ink cartridge real person.

Master Moxi made tea more attentively than usual. He wanted to hear Xiao Ran's advanced theory of resonating swordsmanship, but in the end he tasted...

Difficult to drink?

Ink Box Daoist's old face froze for a long time before he said reluctantly:

"Tea is good if it's good, and it's bad if it's bad. A sword is like tea. A good sword is a good sword, and a bad sword is a bad sword. If you dare to say that the tea is bad in front of this old man, it means that Nephew Xiao has already selected a good sword." In front of the supreme sword, any lie is nothing but a childlike innocence."

Still blowing like this?

I was really too nasty to drink so I blurted out...

Xiao Ran has nothing to say.

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

"Xiao Ran, I like you."

This time, he didn't call himself an old man, nor did he call himself Xiao Ran's nephew, as if he had hoped from a close friend of the same generation, he saw a light in Xiao Ran's head in the end of the Dharma era.

Made Xiao Ran Alexander.

……

In the afternoon, Baicao Peak.

In front of the two coaches who were in charge of the sword-holding conference, Xiao Ran accepted the physical examination of Yinyue Daoist before accepting the sword to ensure that his physique was under the monstrous sword intent and there was no safety risk.

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

Coincidentally, the two Yuanying coaches who were in charge of the Chengjian Conference were the two old men who fought against Nether together on Jianping that day.

Xiao Ran cupped his fist slightly.

"Senior brother Zhang, senior brother Ouyang, don't come here without any problems."

The two old men were slightly taken aback, unexpectedly, Xiao Ran still remembered their names.

This time, the two had no arrogance anymore, and even as comrades-in-arms last time, they were quite proud of witnessing a miracle.

He hurriedly returned the salute and said:

"Junior Brother Xiao is so polite."

This time, Daoist Yinyue was much more serious, wearing a consciousness-enhancing lens in one eye, and only used acupuncture to penetrate Xiao Ran's dantian, used three-point medicine, and took a biopsy of the alveolar membrane.

Then covered Xiao Ran's dantian with the Dahe Sword Intent Stone, injecting the Sword Intent.

For Xiao Ran, although it was not very comfortable, it was better than dissection.

An hour later, the result came out.

The old man Ouyang frowned slightly while holding the analysis jade slip.

"There are four levels of sword mounds in the sword mound. According to the results of the spiritual test, Junior Brother Xiao should be able to pass through the cliffs, Yanling Ridge, and sword thorn forest to reach the fourth floor of the yellow-ranked sword mound. Don't force it."

Xiao Ran nodded. After all, he only had the cultivation base of qi refining, and 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 ground-level sword mound, or even the second-level mysterious-level sword mound."

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

Coach Zhang hurriedly comforted:

"You don't have to feel ashamed, Junior Brother Xiao. After half a month of getting started, you have practiced qi cultivation as Chengjian. You are already a miracle. There is no need to take risks to prove yourself. Chengjian can be done more than once. Junior brother only needs to grow slowly, and the future is limitless. "

"Thank you."

After the two left.

Immortal Yinyue quietly dragged Xiao Ran to the alchemy room underground, feeling like he was secretly giving him a little treatment.

"Do you have any pills for Cheng Jian?"