Concentrate

Xun Yan looked at the two fat bamboo shoots on the ground, and then at Tian Tian who was standing there wiping his round face with his fat hands. He turned his head expressionlessly and asked Yu Kongsang, who was sitting on the sofa as the president: "What do I do?" What kind of dream is it, why is it a little scary."

The "President" put down his long raised legs, walked over and rubbed his hair, the strength made him very comfortable, he squinted his eyes, and wanted him to keep rubbing until he woke up. "It's nothing to do with you, you can just go back to sleep." It's a pity that the hand was only slapped twice before it was retracted.

Xun Yan still couldn't accept it. How could a six or seven-year-old child be able to have a child?

When he just woke up and couldn't make a turn, it was Di Shu who helped him straighten things out: "As a goblin, Tiantian is only one year old. But as a bamboo, he has grown for three years."

Xun Yan found that he had set the human standard of marriage and childbearing on these goblins again. "Then, then, where is the mother of the child?"

A house of goblins looked at him like a fool.

"Needless to say, I know! I learned it in junior high school!"

Yu Kongsang kicked the bamboo shoots on the ground. They were still unearthed spring bamboo shoots. I don't know if the taste would be old. "Tomorrow shall we stir-fry or make soup?"

A group of thugs showed fascinated expressions.

Tian Tian rushed forward and hugged her thigh: "Hey, don't eat them, they are still small..."

Yu Kongsang ignored the pitiful attack with teary eyes: "We don't eat, let you eat secretly?"

Tiantian India shook her head: "I'm not, I don't."

Brick poked his small forehead lightly: "Liar, you ate one yesterday, it was delicious."

"Ah?" The first question that Xun Yan thought of was: "Eat it if it's not hot, won't it be astringent?"

Tiantian raised her head and smacked her lips: "It's okay, it's so sweet."

Qiancheng and Pirates smiled lewdly and laughed, seeing that he missed his own tricks.

Tiantian said that he slipped his tongue and wanted to struggle, then turned around and hugged Xun Yan's thigh: "I just have one request."

He is not the most active in cultivation these days, and his progress is not the greatest, but there is one thing, his coquetry and cuteness have evolved to the point where he sees every stitch, and the big tearful eyes looking up make it difficult for Xun Yan to move forward.

"Can I eat more?"

"..." Xun Yan couldn't control the expression of "you crazy goblins" all over his face, "That's your child!"

Tiantian said confidently: "I am already a black householder, so why should my child also be a black householder?"

"..." Xun Yan thought it made sense.

"Besides, if I don't eat them, why should I let them grow into bamboo beside me, grab my water, grab my soil, and grab my spiritual energy? Then what kind of cultivation do I have to become, what kind of fairy!"

"But..." Xun Yan still couldn't get over it, "Aren't you going to stay...don't reproduce?"

Pirates, a great thinker, stepped forward: "Yanyan, we are goblins, advanced beings who are marching towards God. We have long since jumped out of the instinct of reproduction and out of the control of nature."

"Yes, yes, yes," Qiancheng said, "It's out of the low-level fun."

"Then you don't fall in love?" Xun Yan seemed to understand something, and he was very happy.

Pirates spread their hands: "We are not humans and beasts, we have pistils and stamens, so why bother to talk about love."

"Of course, it's not uncommon for people to want to engage in human emotions on a whim." Liang Chun, who has more experience, explained without any hesitation.

Yu Kongsang cast admiring glances, and coughed to give himself some sense of presence.

Xun Yan nodded, but didn't think about it.He is full of the idea that these people will not fall in love, will not move, will not grow old, and will not die, and a warm fire bursts out in his cold chest at midnight.

A feast that will probably never end.

He looked down and saw a yellowish head. He touched Tiantian's head, and then remembered the two delicious and strong bamboo shoots on the ground. He felt that he had not educated his children well, so he was heartbroken again: "Tiantian, you are eating alone. !"

After a good education, Tiantian kept nodding his head, pouted and said no more, and then Xun Yan sighed and went upstairs while yawning.

Wow, the bedroom balcony door was opened.

"Who turned on the gate lights?"

"Close immediately, close immediately!"

So ended the solemn midnight trial, with the answer being soup.

In fact, there is no need to choose, these two bamboo shoots are really big, enough to make a table of dishes.Boil soup, stew in oil, stir-fry shredded pork, stir-fry, cold salad, each dish can be full.

Xun Yan split the outer skin and peeled off the crisp and tender inner.Fresh spring bamboo shoots must be eaten immediately, otherwise it will be worse every day.

A head popped out of his hand, startling Xun Yan.

"Why are you walking without a sound?"

Tian Tian's eyes were full of water: "Give me my child's clothes, so I can set up a clothes grave."

Xun Yan: "..."

"Speak well and I'll give it to you."

"I'm begging Yanyan, give me the inedible bamboo shoots."

Xun Yan handed him the accumulated bamboo shoots from the ground: "Don't learn those messy things, and don't watch weird TV shows with them."

"Got it, got it." Tiantian took the bamboo shoots. "Suck, suck, suck..."

Xun Yan: "... what voice?"

"Suck, suck, suck..."

"..."

"Tiantian, why are you sucking up a pile of rubbish? It's so dirty."

"This is all my spiritual power, don't let it go to waste."

"For a long time, you spit out your spiritual power and plant a bamboo shoot just to eat it again?"

Thinking of yesterday's trial, Tiantian frowned when he thought of his son and daughter who were about to enter the pot: "It can't be helped, it's delicious."

Xun Yan hates that iron cannot be made into steel.

A transparent drop of water floated in front of the sucking Tiantian, and he was immediately attracted, drooling and stretched out his little paws to grab it.

He spread his hands, small water droplets fell on his hands, crystal clear, he aww put it in his mouth, slipped into his stomach without tasting the taste, turned into heat and dissipated to his limbs.

"I won't lose you." Yu Kongsang walked in.

Tiantian tasted the sweetness and started selling melons: "My bamboo shoots are super delicious! Would you like two more, sir!"

Xun Yan was speechless.This is a real betrayal of the body!

Tianzhu went back to the yard to catch up on sleep.A green bamboo rose from the ground, and passed the roof in a blink of an eye. "If I knew that it was urged by his own spiritual power, I wouldn't want it."

Yu Kongsang: "If you don't want him now, he will cry."

"Oh, let's not talk about him," Xun Yan turned around, "Tell me about your friend."

Bu Jianshan has a very high level of comprehension, but very poor aptitude.Ironwort itself is a low-level weed. It has no magnificent and elegant shape, and no youthful and bright flowers. From the perspective of humans, it has almost no effect, and from the perspective of elves, it is really low.Not soft enough, not hard enough to protect, and hard to attack.

"Intellect is software, qualification is hardware. If hardware is not enough, no matter how good the software is, it will not be able to bring it together."

"Is it worse than Tiantian's aptitude?"

Yu Kongsang turned his gaze to the courtyard, Jian Qiuluo didn't rest.

"Worse than Dishu."

Bujianshan's only strength is his resilience.

Qualifications can be washed, and the more you wash, the higher you get.The cultivator who first came to this conclusion had poor aptitude, so he washed it layer by layer. After the third wash, he didn't make it through and died.

The cleaning and upgrading of aptitude is not simply taking medicine, it is to kill yourself once, and you can reshape yourself before you die.The bones were smashed apart, the tendons and veins were broken, and it became a powder-like existence, and then pieced together bit by bit.

"Before seeing the mountain, the highest record is three times. Countless cultivators were smashed to pieces in the first time, and only a very small number of people can last until the second time.

"When I saw him, he was still unknown. He told me that this was the third time when I met him doing scriptures and marrow cutting. I was very worried about him."

At that time, Yu Kongsang's human form was only fourteen or five years old, and he entered the human world with his seniors and brothers.Bu Jianshan's optimism and resilience made him deeply fascinated, and he had never seen such a person.

In the small school, he was bullied because of his aptitude, and he has been a person who has made progress for 100 years. You have to tell him, look, I will become a fairy, and I will become the most powerful fairy.

I will be a god.

God walked on the land of the world, saw the panic of the birds and beasts, saw the desolation of the vegetation, he took pity on them and allowed them to draw closer to him.

Seeing the ignorance in the world, he sprinkled his soul, and when the soul landed as an adult, he also allowed them to draw closer to him.

Seeing the darkness of the world, he cut out his own eyes to act as the eyes of the world, and cut off his own ears to act as the wind of the world.His heart is the bright moon in the sky. This bright moon tells everything and draws closer to him.

"is in reverse order"

Yu Kongsang nodded.

"This is God, the source of all cultivators."

Dreaming of becoming a god without seeing the mountain, killing himself again and again, and being reborn again and again.His deeds were finally no longer limited to spread among friends, and all practitioners were shocked.After being shocked, they were arrested intensively.

"Who wouldn't be tempted by a method that can infinitely improve aptitude?"

"He escaped?" Xun Yan asked.

"He didn't escape."

Bu Jianshan's young and passionate friends helped him.This group of friends who had seen him die, responded to Bu Jianshan's request and invited their respective masters, masters of immortal cultivation.Among them was Yu Kongsang's master.

All the cultivators gathered at the foot of the mountain covered with iron wire grass, but the mountain was the first mountain he saw in his life.In front of everyone, he knocked open his bones, shattered his meridians, and reshaped his dusty body bit by bit while dying.

He opened a pair of fierce eyes, the pupils were scarlet, and the eye sockets were full of dried blood.

"There is no method, I just am not afraid of death."

This is No.18 times.

Not afraid of death, Bujianshan has become even crazier since then.Even so, it is difficult for him to catch up with the cultivation speed of his group of genius friends.

"It's just a coincidence, or even man-made catalysis, that he can become a spirit. But if he becomes a fairy, then he must walk the fairy road that his own corpses piled up." Yu Kongsang said firmly: "He must have become a fairy. "

He pulled himself out of his memory: "As far as I know, he performed a total of 77 times of washing and cutting, which means that he killed himself 77 times and exiled himself on the edge of life and death for 77 times. .”

"It's 81 times."

The author has something to say: Tian Tian cut off his own thigh meat, it is delicious~ (The author of the same person cried)

It is best not to be moved by yourself when writing, because the situation that makes you cry in your mind is different from what you wrote