My filial piety has gone bad

No, it has to be!

Xiao Ran gritted his teeth and said:

"Of course it's the heroine, it has to be the heroine, long live Yun Yun, forever God!"

"interesting."

Ling Zhouyue was thoughtful, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Hurry up and draw, I'll take a look."

At some point, Chuyanmao seemed to see the content of the painting behind the two of them.

"Then what about Xun'er? You've already touched his body!"

Xiao Ran smiled and stroked her dog's head.

"It doesn't hurt to touch, does it?"

Chu Yan gritted her teeth and jumped out of the comfort of touching her head, reached out and grabbed Xiao Ran's wrist, just like catching a thief.

"If you dare to misbehave with her, you can see that the master will not beat you to death."

Lingzhou Yuetun drank and said with a smile:

"Haha, it's just a picture book, don't be too substituting."

Continue to turn backwards, and suddenly said:

"This little fairy doctor looks a bit like a young master. I'll show it to my master later."

Chuyan suddenly understood, and hurriedly said:

"Master, you have seen it, this guy is very scheming, you must not enter it, maybe you will become a demon, and be controlled by him physically and mentally."

Ling Zhou tilted the moon.

"Hey, is there such a special effect?"

Chu Yan: It's over...

……

After setting up the master, Xiao Ran sat on the boulder beside Jianping cliff, studying the newly forged natal sword.

The so-called natal sword is an exclusive spiritual sword that is matched and polished according to its own spiritual rate. It is much smoother to use than ordinary ones, at least much more convenient than disciple swords.

Xiao Ran controlled the flying sword, rose from the sword, and swayed the sword energy, all in one go, very smooth, as if it was like his own hand, unable to feel the existence of the sword.

Surprisingly, for the ten-fold increase in sharpness brought by the perfect sword pattern, Xiao Ran can only use two or three times, which is the limit.

He tried to resonate with the sword pattern, only to barely hit the five times increase.

He tried to resonate with the blade.

The result was the same as the stele, and he couldn't resonate with it.

The resonance consciousness was unable to penetrate into the internal details of the sword material.

The spirit pattern is perfect, but the power displayed so far is only a few times sharper at most.

Resonance swordsmanship can be performed, but it cannot resonate with the sword itself.

Is this Broken Sword really above the Heaven Rank?

Xiao Ran always felt that this sword contained greater power.

For the time being, he can't see through it yet, so he can only take it slowly.

Theoretically, the natal sword needs more practice, and it is best to wear it with you as much as possible.

Fortunately, although this sword is not eye-catching, it is slender and well-proportioned, and it looks good when hung on the waist.

When Chu Yan saw Xiao Ran with the sword, she was slightly startled, and quickly returned to indifference.

"An embroidered pillow is not as good as my sewing needle."

Xiao Ran frowned slightly.

"You seem to have something to say."

"I do not have."

Chu Yan turned and left.

……

The days of Zhijianfeng slowed down.

Xiao Ran practiced sword every day, played cards, massaged his master, and cooked some delicious food occasionally.

As long as the food is delicious, spring frogs and autumn cicadas can smell it against the wind. They will find all kinds of reasons to hold the sword peak. Today they lack medicinal materials.

Xiao Ran lived a leisurely life.

It's like being in a paradise, occasionally forgetting the horrors of the doomed world outside.

But only occasionally.

Only caring about the little family and ignoring everyone will not only feel uneasy, but also unable to last.

Only when the world is at peace can he enjoy farming and family happiness with peace of mind.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff in the valley, Xiao Ran guarded the wheat and medicinal herbs every day, hoping that they would grow up day by day.

Occasionally, spring frogs and autumn cicadas would sit on his shoulders, one gnawing on roasted sweet potatoes and the other on roasted corn.

"In your painting "The Horse Breaks the Sky", you, uncle, master, Chu Yan...you all have roles, why don't you have us?"

Xiao Ran explained dumbfoundingly.

"Who did you listen to? This story is adapted from a folktale in my hometown, and the characters have no corresponding relationship with us."

The two girls were taken aback for a moment, their calves trembling slightly in anger.

"Your hometown discriminates against nonhumans?"

When it came to racial discrimination, Xiao Ran changed his words in fright.