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Time is like running water, never stopping for a moment.In the blink of an eye, a year passed.

Tang Chen is still Tang Chen. Over the past year, he has become accustomed to his Saitama-like hairstyle.Now, he can see other people's strange looks.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Tang Chen's ability has changed dramatically since a year ago.

Unlike Tang San, Tang Chen's cultivation techniques were not restricted by the world at all. In this year, Tang Chen broke through one bottleneck after another, but the laws of the world did not restrict him, so

In the back mountain, Tang Chen, who was sitting cross-legged on the mountainside, gently raised his hand, and a golden swastika the size of a baby's fist was spinning on the top of his palm.Compared to being as small as a mote of dust a year ago, this swastika seal is now much more powerful.

The power in Tang Chen's body surged and fluctuated like a river. He could feel that the swastika seal on his hand could easily flatten the hill.

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Tang Chen didn't know what stage he had reached. He only knew that his old man was no longer unpredictable and powerful.

At least, from the bottomless depth at the beginning, the deepest scene can now be seen.

After dispersing the Buddha seal in his hand, Tang Chen opened his eyes and looked at a large number of animals lying on the ground in front of him listening to his sermon. He felt a little dumbfounded.Now his Dharma has become more profound. Compared with a year ago, the number of animals he attracted has increased a lot, and he even saw a few spirit beasts.

After the sound of the lecture stopped, the animals gathered around Tang Chen opened their eyes one after another. They bowed their heads to Tang Chen as if they had intelligence, and then slowly dispersed.

By the time the sermon was given the next day, they were still gathering.

When Tang Chen stood up and prepared to go up the mountain, a plump chicken whirled in the air and fell in front of Tang Chen. There was a long and narrow wound on its neck, as if it had been scratched by something sharp.

This was made by one of Tang Chen's "students". It was a century-old golden bird soul beast. Since Tang Chen had never learned about soul beasts and didn't know its name, he always called it "Peng". ".

When Peng came here for the first time half a year ago, Tang Chen was obsessed with practicing and couldn't help himself. A golden, fluffy bird suddenly fell from the sky and stood on Tang Chen's shoulder.

I don't know what happened. From then on, this little bird quickly broke through one threshold after another and became a century-old soul beast.

And Tang Chen, after finishing his training every morning, would get a prey that he hunted.

As for monks not being able to eat meat because of natural selection and survival of the fittest, the poor monks are just trying to speed up the carbon cycle in nature. Amitabha, that’s good.

Tang Chen pretended to recite a few Buddhist chants, and when the black light surged in his hand, it swallowed up all the blood and hair on the chicken in his hand.

Anyway, the inheritance in his mind doesn't restrict whether he can eat meat, so it's his own choice.

Thinking about this, Tang Chen went up the mountain to find Tang San while carrying the chicken.

"Suck, breathe, breathe."

On the top of the mountain, Tang San stared at the purple streak on the horizon, silently running the Xuantian Technique, absorbing the purple energy from the horizon.

Over the past year, the Xuantian Kung in his body was still at the first level and could not break through.Even the Purple Demon Eye has reached the limit of perspective, but it still requires hard work to break through.

But there is no need to rush in cultivation.Tang San's mind has also become indestructible after being polished for decades in his previous life. Now he is just laying the foundation for the future.

Moreover, the martial soul awakening ceremony is about to begin.

"Mistress, let's go."

Tang Chen's voice awakened Tang San from his reverie. He turned his head and saw his brother swinging up the mountain carrying a fat chicken.

Tang San blinked. Recently, my brother's abilities seem to be very stable. At least there are no rabbits anymore.

"Let's go, let's go, I'm really hungry."

Tang Chen dragged Tang San, holding Tang San in his hands like a chicken, and ran down the mountain quickly regardless of Tang San's resistance.

Since eight months ago, Tang San had no resistance at all in Tang Chen's hands.This made Tang San very shocked.

It makes no sense. It’s obviously me who has been practicing hard, but why is this happening?This guy who has never worked hard will become so strong.

Tang San weakly gave up resistance and stared at the sky speechlessly in Tang Chen's hands.

When I got home, it was Tang Chen who was cooking this time. To be precise, it was Tang Chen who had been cooking since a few months ago.

It all started with an idea from Tang San.

The most important thing about the Tang Sect is not the mentality or skills, but the many hidden weapons that have allowed the Tang Sect to stand for thousands of years. Tang San in his previous life was a true master of hidden weapons. Even the supreme hidden weapon of the Tang Sect has been lost for hundreds of years. The Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus was created.

Now that his cultivation had no effect, Tang San naturally thought of his greatest reliance on hidden weapons.

Of course, this world is not the Tang Sect in the previous life, and there are not countless materials and parts for you to squander.So, you have to rely on yourself for everything.And it all starts with blacksmithing.

Blacksmithing is a job that tests endurance. The scorching hot environment and the need for long hours of continuous hammering are enough to dissuade most people.When Tang San asked for blacksmithing, Tang Hao refused at first because he didn't think Tang San could persist.

But Tang San's mental firmness was far beyond Tang Hao's imagination. The tasks he assigned were completed perfectly by Tang San, and even exceeded it.At this point, Tang San began his daily blacksmithing routine.

Tang Chen did know why Tang San did this. Seeing that Tang San's arms were thick and swollen from working for a long time, Tang Chen said he deserved it, but he still took away the cooking job.As for persuading Tang San not to fight, Tang Chen felt that since Tang San had already made his decision, he, his brother, should stop talking.

Family members must understand each other.

Except the old man.

Quickly cutting the chicken into eight pieces, Tang Chen separated the bones and meat of the two chicken legs, then cut them into diced chicken. After a brief cut, he mixed it with the eggplant sealed in the jar and served it on the table.

This dish was what Tang Chen had learned from Dream of Red Mansions in his previous life, and the taste was definitely the best among the side dishes he had ever tasted.The remaining chicken had already been marinated by Tang Chen and was ready for barbecue in the evening.

When Tang Chen brought the porridge to the table, Tang Hao almost stretched his chopsticks towards the eggplant on the plate like a hungry tiger. In the past few months, Tang Hao had almost refreshed his world view. He had never thought about why he was so A few simple things combined can make it so delicious.

Tang San initially disagreed with Tang Chen's cooking, but after he ate Tang Chen's cooking once, he decisively shut up.Although he can cook, he can still be considered to be able to eat, but eating Tang Chen's food can be regarded as enjoyment.

With such devouring, the Tang family's breakfast was over.