My filial piety has gone bad

The master looked down at him faintly, the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and the glimmering lake light was reflected in the clear sword eyes, gentle, glamorous, and incomparable.

"You are quite professional. You still don't forget to wear your clothes when you go to heaven."

Holding the vast universe in his hands, Xiao Ran didn't dare to move an inch.

"This is Baicao Peak, and my uncle and Chuyan are here."

The moonlight on Lingzhou's back is blocking the moonlight, her picturesque clear face is breathtaking, and the sword and moon bamboo hairpin is inserted obliquely on the simple cloud bun, bathed in the brilliance of the bright moon, the atmosphere and beauty are integrated into one, which is more beautiful than The moon is still beautiful.

"Do you still want to give birth to the teacher?"

Ling Zhouyue's eyes were like swords, and she asked coldly.

Xiao Ran didn't let go, he had already put life and death aside, no matter the flood.

"I still want to."

Ling Zhouyue restrained her sword energy, the corners of her lips moved slightly, and she smiled lightly, her dimple was like a flower in an instant.

"That's good."

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 388 filial piety points! 】

……

Go back to the bonfire on the south cliff of Baicao Peak.

Ling Zhouyue changed back into Tsing Yi, her face was translucent and rosy, like a girl in love, but she sat cross-legged on Li Ran's mat as if nothing happened.

He picked up the turbid bone soup just out of the pot and drank it down, as if he was drinking.

Chu Yan was tongue-tied, looking at the master's red light, his ears turned red, and he had an inexplicable feeling of green.

Women's intuition is the most accurate when it comes to women. Is the master's appearance being attacked?

"What was the soaring sword energy just now?"

she asked tentatively.

"Master taught me how to practice swords."

Xiao Ran was still immersed in the joy of 388 filial piety, unable to extricate himself, his hands were numb, and his mind was soft.

When Chu Yan saw the look on his face full of endless aftertaste, his heart skipped a beat.

"You're wrong."

Xiao Ran stroked her dog's head with braids and delicate bun.

"You work hard, and I will teach you in the future. This is the swordsmanship inheritance of Zhijian Peak."

Real Yinyue smiled and said:

"Stop being silly, sit down and have some soup and snacks."

Seeing his uncle's half-smiling eyes, Xiao Ran seemed to say: You are so brave.

Don't be afraid, I just try, the method is up to Master to figure out.

Although the bone soup this time failed to suppress the master's sword energy, the master will always refine the magic medicine.

Xiao Ran felt infinite courage.

Qiu Chan talked too much:

"I seem to have seen my junior brother fly into the sky with his bare buttocks just now."

Xiao Ran touched Qiu Chan's small head with a cicada-shaped hairpin.

"It's normal for the swordsmanship to be so strong that it will be broken."

Spring Frog said enviously:

"Why doesn't our Baicao Peak have such an interesting sword technique?"

Master Yinyue drank his tea calmly.

"Farm the fields seriously, concentrate on refining medicine, and you will have all kinds of sword skills in the future."

Master is also a capitalist?

Xiao Ran smiled and said nothing.

Spring Frog and Ticada are not so easy to fool.

"You don't know swordsmanship?"

"Are you lying to us again?"

Yinyue put down the teacup and picked up a piece of cinnamon cake.

"Although I'm not good at swordsmanship as a teacher, I can let Senior Sister Chuyan teach you."

The two girls refused to accept:

"It's Senior Nephew Chuyan!"

"She only knows the embroidered swordsmanship of a garden fairy, and I want to learn the tattered clothes swordsmanship!"

Chuyan's fine eyebrows twitched slightly, and with a swipe of her fingertips, two sword qi pierced the needle, and with a tug from the air, Chun Frog and Qiu Cicada stripped naked.

Baicao Peak is filled with joyful atmosphere.

"Hmm...the white soup is also very fragrant."

Ling Zhouyue, who has been silent all this time, has made thirty bowls of bone soup unknowingly.

"of course."

Xiao Ran nodded and began to draw cakes.

"Next, we will catch a live real dragon to make wine and stew soup for drinking."

Ling Zhouyue nodded slightly, the keel bones from 1 years ago can produce such delicious food, how can a fresh dragon not fly into the sky?

Chu Yan curled her mouth.

"Are you talking about the magic dragon? There are no living real dragons in the Dharma-ending era."