Enter the kitchen

A jade boat floated alone in Shen Xinghai, until the calm sea surface changed abruptly, and the huge waves raised wave after wave hit the jade boat, as if it was about to sink to the bottom of the sea in the next moment.

The children who had just been brought from the mortal world to the jade boat had never seen such a scene, shivering and huddled together at the stern, crying while wiping away their tears.

Two clouds of black mist appeared along with the huge waves, standing on the bow of the ship and transforming into blurred figures.

"The dolls in this boat look very delicious and nourishing." The human figure transformed by the black mist was ugly, and the children were too scared to make a sound when they opened their mouths.

"Finally we can have a full meal." Another group of human-shaped black mist also spoke, and the sharp voice echoed in Chen Xinghai.

"A mere demon cultivator dares to be so rampant!" The figure holding the sword stood in front of the black mist, and the two black mist were stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing: "Which kid who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, just stay and let me crow." Gap!"

The sword cultivator who stopped in front tried hard to maintain a calm expression on his face, but his right hand holding the hilt trembled slightly. Such a small move naturally couldn't escape the eyes of the demon cultivator.After he sneered in his heart, he stretched out his sharp claws first, and attacked the sword repairer, and still made a piercing ridicule in his mouth: "Without the protection of the ancestor of the sword sect, you monks in the world of cultivating immortals are like golden threads in a cage!" Bird, I can strangle you with two fingers." Jianxiu's cheeks were flushed by the words, and the anger in his eyes almost turned into substance and sprayed onto the opponent's face.

What Moxiu didn't care about the most was his face, one after another vicious words spit out from his mouth, which disturbed the opponent's mind, while his own movements did not ease at all, and he attacked the opponent more and more fiercely.

It's just that every time he was about to catch the black mist, the other party deliberately showed an opening, teasing the exhausted sword repairer like a spirit beast.

"Without Chu Shumo, the world of cultivating immortals is nothing more than this." At this time, it has been a hundred years since Chu Shumo, the ancestor of Jianzong, fell, and the monks who lost their barriers are like canaries released from the cage. The lesson of Lingyuan Continent is still there. Even if there are constant frictions among the three realms, no one dares to provoke a big war.

It's just that small frictions like this are inevitable.

Jianxiu bit his lip and swung the long sword even harder.Moxiu didn't pay attention to his struggle from the beginning to the end. He flicked his long sword away with his sleeves, and the black mist condensed into a flexible rope and wrapped it around his neck.

Jianxiu's face flushed red, and the children guarded by him could no longer control the fear in their hearts, and burst into tears.The snot and tears were mixed together, Moxiu clicked his tongue when he saw this, and the hunger in his stomach was relieved a little.

Another demon cultivator standing at the bow gave a grinning grin, and stretched out his hand like a dry branch to reach the cultivator's sea of ​​consciousness.Jianxiu closed his eyes in despair, and after a few breaths, the expected bone-thirsty pain did not come.

The long sword was sharp and icy cold. Even though he knew that Chu Shumo was unlikely to appear, Moxiu couldn't help but tremble. The fear engraved in his bones made his movements stagnate, and at the moment he hesitated, The black mist was frozen into hard icicles by the cold and fell on the deck.

The sword repairer who had lost his shackles also fell to the ground. He coughed violently twice before shouting in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Lu."

Lu Shisan's face was as sinking as water, and his cultivation level was not enough to fight against the demon cultivator in front of him. He didn't dare to push him too hard, and held his sword to a stalemate with the opponent.

The Moxiu was taken aback, and when he calmed down, he knew that the opponent was not his opponent.The two groups of black mist looked at each other, and they all shot at Lu Shisan.

Lu Shisan leaned back to avoid the black mist that hit his face, turned around nimbly, picked and chopped the tip of the sword, and chopped off the black mist again.The chopped black mist wrapped around his feet like a living thing. Lu Shisanyi couldn't break free for a while, and saw the black mist surrounding the children behind him. At the very moment, he subconsciously shouted: " Food protection!"

A clear and pleasant sound resounded in Shen Xinghai, and the flames split the dark sky like a long sword, falling on the ship from far and near.

With long red hair and red eyes, Hu Shi was like a raging fire, illuminating half of the sky at once.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the two clumps of lifeless black mist in front of him, and showed a disobedient sarcasm on his childish face: "You dare to do something when I'm covered? You want to die."

"When did the demon cultivator mix with the monks?" Hei Wu was burned by the flames and took a few steps back in embarrassment.

"Don't confuse me with those demon cultivators who haven't even grown their hair yet." Hu Shi raised his eyebrows, his noble demeanor made it clear that he was born extraordinary, he really has no eyesight, the more Hu Shi thought about it, the more angry he became, and he snorted heavily , flicked his sleeves and waved the flame in his hand towards Moxiu.

Human monks mostly need to use magic weapons to use their spiritual power, but the guardian food comes from the god world, so they are more handy in the use of spiritual power.Seeing that the situation was not good, Hei Wu glanced at each other and threw dozens of small black flags. Dark red blood lines spread from the flags, intertwined into a cage to trap the food.

Hushi's karmic fire can burn away all the filth in the world, and Moxiu's struggle and various methods are very funny to him.The blood line snaked upwards under the cover of the black mist. Hu Shi thought they had some novel tricks, but he didn't expect that they just wanted to delay some time in the end.

As soon as the sparks falling from the fingertips touched the black mist and the blood line, a foul-smelling mist rose up, and was extinguished in an instant.

Hei Wu took advantage of the gap and wanted to escape, just jumped out of the jade boat, and stayed in the air in Shen Xinghai, when a wall of fire rose out of thin air to block their retreat.

Trapped in the wall of fire, Black Mist could only watch helplessly as the circle of fire shrunk until the flames at his feet completely devoured him.

At this time, Lu Shisan had settled down the frightened children and returned to the deck.

The fire in Shen Xinghai had already been extinguished, the sky was dark again, Hu Shi's red clothes were blown loudly, Lu Shisan glanced at him and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Eleven is worried about you." Hushi's voice was faint, and then he seemed to think of something angry. Shan Mulin Senxing barely suppressed the anger in his heart after curling his lips, and said in a deep voice: "Why are you so annoying?" Don't worry, Lu Qi!"

Lu Qi is Lu Shisan's real name.When Lu Shiyi drew out the spiritual root for Shu Mo for the first time, he saw Lu Shisan, who had been calm and stable, crying like a child, so he named him this name while coaxing him.

Qi means the beginning, this is the restart of the world of cultivating immortals, the restart of Shu Mo, and the restart of himself.

At that time, the world of cultivating immortals was in chaos because of Chu Shumo's sudden departure. Apart from Lu Shisan, only Lu Shisan and Hu Shi could hear the words about taking the spiritual root.As for Immortal Liansi, she also knew only half of what she heard, and only thought that the immortal had used the Five Elements Supreme Treasure to revive Shu Mo and brought him back to the fairy world.

Lu Shisan and Hu Shi were also panicked at that time, but they knew instinctively that they could not tell other monks about the spiritual root.There were only three of them, no matter whether these monks wanted Shu Mo to come back or not, they couldn't resist.It was under such circumstances that Lu Suyi took down the spirit root for the first time.

It's just that when facing Lu Shiyi and Hushi, he used the name Lu Shisan the most, and Hushi was used to calling him Shisan on weekdays, and only when he was extremely angry would he call out his name in a rigid manner.

Lu Shisan touched his nose, knowing that he was wrong, and quietly let Hu Shi scold him.Hu Shi muttered about it for a while, seeing that he had been obediently being taught, his anger finally subsided a little.

"Forget it." Hu Shi waved his hand and muttered a few words: "Who makes me worry."

The children brought back from the mortal world were not very old, and all of them had puffy faces, and they followed behind Lu Shisan obediently.This time it was other disciples who came to meet him, but he just happened to pass by, so he accepted the job.

Hu Shi was kicked out by Lu Shiyi. First, he was also worried about Lu Shisan who had not returned for a long time. Second, the day for him to get the spiritual root was approaching, and he really didn't want to be seen by them, which would only increase his worries.

It's just that Lu Shiyi doesn't know, Hu Shi and Lu Shisan have always remembered the day of taking the spirit root.

"Uncle Lu, Senior Food Protector." Seeing that the children were asleep, the frightened Sword Sect disciple had regained his composure, and saluted the two standing on the deck.

Lu Shisan responded, and the disciple in front of him did not know which peak master's grandson: "When can we dock?" Sending the Buddha to the west, they are already standing on this ship, so naturally they must be sent back to the sword safely. Zong.It's just that Lu Shisan was really worried about Lu Shiyi who stayed alone in Xuanyuan Peak, and couldn't help but hope that the jade boat would fly faster.

"Go back to Martial Uncle Lu, and we'll land tomorrow night." Lu Shiyi nodded, and after they landed, they set off overnight, and they should be able to return to Jianzong at noon the next day.

The jade boat sailed for a day and a night without incident, and finally landed in the evening of the second day.

The disciples of Jianzong who came to meet him stood by early. Seeing them meeting, Lu Shisan confessed a few words and left in a hurry with Hushi.

The two flew with their swords all the way, and when they returned to Jianzong, the sun had already set in the west.

Sword Casting Terrace is now the forbidden area of ​​Jianzong. Xuanyuan Peak, which can be seen as soon as you enter the gate of Jianzong Mountain, is hidden behind the canopy, and you can't see anything except a piece of greenery, so it hangs on Xuanyuan Peak The sword intent of more than a thousand years has long since disappeared.

Master Jianyi has gradually handed over the affairs in his hands to Ding Yu, and rarely appeared in front of others. He originally planned to pass on the headship to Ding Yu after the grand ceremony between Shu Mo and Lu Shiyi, but he did not expect a catastrophe. The world of cultivating immortals was in turmoil, and he couldn't let it go. He could only continue to be the head of the sect conscientiously, and at least he got through the difficulties.

Xuanyuan Peak is Shu Mo's residence. Apart from the white snow on the peak, there is only one small wooden house. When the snow falls, even a well-trained monk can't help but tremble.

At this time, the room was already full of candles, illuminating the originally dark room brightly. Lu Shiyi immersed himself in the dark brown concoction and closed his eyes to rest his mind.He didn't get up in the dark until the last drop of candle tears fell and the candle was extinguished.

After he got up, he changed into clean clothes, his face was haggard, his lips were as pale as paper, only when his gaze passed over the red wedding dress hanging by the bed did he feel warm.He took a deep breath and sat on the head of the bed, the aura slowly gathered at his fingertips, and finally condensed into a solid body. Lu Shiyi stared at the cold light on the blade of the Taotie for a while, and after a while, his eyes regained their clarity. He stabbed his own wrist with a knife.

A few drops of warm blood fell on the ground, blooming blood flowers, and then spiritual energy overflowed from the wound. Taking advantage of the timing, he stretched out his fingers and pulled it, as if pulling something from the wound.

Lu Shiyi originally only had pale lips, but now after doing all this, it seems that he has lost blood, and his face is frighteningly pale.He is already very familiar with this kind of pain, but his body will still start to tremble uncontrollably.

The pain was so extreme that it could not be described in words.His body seemed to be crushed again and again until he was smashed to pieces. He bent down to adapt for a while, and when he regained his energy, the dragon scale armor in his sea of ​​consciousness jumped out and attached to the spiritual root .

The spiritual root in his hand exuded a lustrous light, and the cold sweat on Lu Shiyi's forehead fell on the spiritual root, but he was unable to wipe it off.

He hid the spiritual root in his sleeve and pushed open the wooden door.

It started snowing again on Xuanyuan Peak, and the fine snow fell on Lu Shiyi's long hair, making him turn gray in an instant.Holding the spirit root, he stepped on the snow with one foot deep and the other shallow, almost merging with the white snow.

"Brother!" Lu Shisan saw Lu Suyi walking alone in the snow at a glance, and stepped forward with a cry of surprise, covering his cold fingertips to warm him.When Lu Shiyi saw that it was him, he forced his stiff body and smiled: "Thirteen is back." He said angrily.

Hu Shi's body temperature was higher than that of ordinary people, and when he saw that he was about to faint at any time, he quickly lit a fireball in his palm to keep warm.

Hu Shi and Lu Shisan knew that Lu Shiyi, who was always talkative, insisted on Shu Mo's matter, so they didn't say anything more to persuade him. They just supported each other tacitly and accompanied him down Xuanyuan Peak.

Lu Shiyi touched the tree trunk with his hand, blending the spiritual roots into the tree trunk. With his movements, the color of the tree trunk became more intense, spreading like thick ink.

With the growth of his cultivation, the need to extract his spiritual roots every ten days has become once a hundred days. After a hundred years, even if it is bone-hungry pain, he has gotten used to the pain.

He will be very weak for the next hundred days, Hu Shi and Lu Shisan did not dare to delay, and hurriedly brought him back to Xuanyuan Peak.