Through the nine days of skyrocketing

The abnormality just passed by in a flash, if Nan Wei hadn't been paying attention, he might not have been able to notice it, even Luan Fujiang couldn't be sure, Nan Wei reckoned that in the eyes of others, Pei Zhiheng was probably a first-grade golden elixir.

He didn't mean to tell this matter, the first-grade golden elixir is already second to none in the sect, if a super-grade golden elixir is really produced, it will not only be rare in Taiyi Sect, but also in Rongguo and even Daluo The spirit world is probably extremely rare, and it is likely to cause a sensation.This kind of sensation can certainly make Pei Zhiheng famous and make the sect pay more attention to his training, but it may also lead to some bad situations, such as demon cultivation.

When Nan Wei first entered the Taiyi School and looked through the collection of books and classics, he saw some previous records. In the Taiyi School, there have always been extremely talented monks in the past. fall.

Keeping a low profile doesn’t mean you have to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but if you properly conceal some of your trump cards, you can at least be false—just like the news that Nanwei passed the [-]th Tianhe Pass was suppressed that day.

It's just that Nan Wei thought of this in a flash of his mind, and Luan Fujiang naturally knew it well, so he didn't continue to be entangled in Pei Zhiheng's golden elixir grade.

Pei Zhiheng finished his alchemy, and he stabilized his cultivation on the spot again.

During the period, the spiritual power of the super-grade spirit stones surrounding him was exhausted and shattered, and Nan Wei replaced it with new super-grade spirit stones in time.

Luan Fujiang winked at him cheerfully: "My good disciple, you are rich."

Nan Wei also smiled: "Not bad, did Grand Master remember to give me a meeting gift?"

Luan Fujiang made a bitter face at first, and then touched his body. After a while, he took out a lamp and threw it to Nan Wei: "Then I will give you this magic weapon."

magic weapon?

Nan Wei took it over and took a closer look, then pouted and said, "Great Master, it's just a broken magic weapon, I thought it was a good magic weapon."

Luan Fujiang said righteously: "The broken magic weapon is also a magic weapon. No matter who you worship, it is impossible for me to give you something good!"

This is the truth, Nan Wei threw the lamp into the Sumeru Ring, and then he paused slightly.

If Luan Fujiang felt something, he didn't ask, but said: "This little guy is getting better soon."

Nan Wei raised his head as if nothing had happened, and sure enough, he saw that the spiritual power fluctuations in the vitality cloud gradually calmed down, probably Pei Zhiheng had stabilized his current cultivation.

Staring at Pei Zhiheng, Nan Wei thought of the situation just now - when the lamp was thrown into the Sumeru Ring, he clearly felt the strangeness of the Sumeru Ring, as if there was some wonderful mutual induction between the two.

His Sumeru Ring is definitely not a mortal thing, so can it be explained that this broken magic weapon is also extraordinary?

Well, looking at it this way, Grand Master's actions are considered generous.

Just when Nan Wei thought of this, at the end of his line of sight, Pei Zhiheng's body moved slightly, then Pei Zhiheng opened his eyes, stood up and walked towards this side.

"Brother Wei." He called out first, then saw Luan Fujiang, and after thinking for a while, Pei Zhiheng recognized Luan Fujiang's identity, "Luan Zu."

Luan Fujiang looked at him with a smile for a while, and suddenly said: "It would be good if you really adopted him as a daughter-in-law. Many little girls are not as good-looking as him."

Nan Wei: "..."

Pei Zhiheng: "...?"

Then Luan Fujiang disappeared into the spot with a whoosh, leaving only Nan Wei and Pei Zhiheng staring wide-eyed.

Nan Wei coughed lightly: "Congratulations."

Pei Zhiheng smiled and said, "I would also like to thank Brother Wei for protecting me."

Nan Wei rolled her eyes: "Why don't I know when I'm protecting you?"

Pei Zhiheng didn't argue with him, just said: "Brother Wei has worked hard these few days." Then he took out a few things from his storage bag.

Nan Wei was about to refute, but her nose moved: "Huh?"

His eyes involuntarily fell on the things in Pei Zhiheng's hands, his dark eyes seemed to be shining with starlight.

Seeing Nan Wei like this, Pei Zhiheng felt a little funny, a little nostalgic, and seemed to be scratched by a cat's paw.

He sent the things in his hand to the left, and saw Nan Wei's gaze shifted to the left, and then to the right, Nan Wei's gaze shifted to the right.

"Pei Zhiheng!" Sensing his small movements, Nan Wei snorted and shouted unhappily.

Pei Zhiheng quickly stopped his actions, picked up a piece of blue flat pastry that was stained with powder and white powder, and handed it to Nan Wei's lips.

Nan Wei really wanted to show his integrity, but the aftereffects of the counterfeit spirit root were still very strong, making his mouth open very consciously when the pastry was within the range of his nose's sense of smell.

Pei Zhiheng sent the pastries forward.

The soft and glutinous blue flat balls were eaten into the mouth, and the powder around the pastry alone gave off a wonderful fragrance that lingered on the cheeks and teeth, making Nan Wei roll his tongue a little reluctantly , did not notice a different touch in the middle, and was deeply impressed by the soft and sweet taste.

Pei Zhiheng froze all over.

When some wet, warm and soft objects were swept across by his fingertips just now, the hot but wonderful feeling that aroused his heart was so strange, and it made him want to taste it again.

"That's right." Nan Wei didn't chew much, the glutinous blue flat dough melted between his lips and teeth, the soft and glutinous taste remained in his mouth, but the sweet and delicate deep taste seemed to be layered on top of each other Come up, drill down to the bottom of my heart.

He glanced sideways at Pei Zhiheng holding some other pastries in his hands, and remained motionless, as if the evaluation just now hadn't been heard by the other party. At this moment, Pei Zhiheng seemed to be in a trance.

Nan Wei said unhappily: "Pei Zhiheng!" The next piece is coming!

Only then did Pei Zhiheng come back to his senses, and glanced at Nan Wei's lips—the thin lips with a slight gleam made his heart tremble again, and then he turned his eyes away like an electric shock, and found that his heart was beating so fast.

Seeing that Pei Zhiheng stopped again, Nan Wei was really upset: "Don't eat."

Anyway, he has prepared a bunch of bigu pills, so he doesn't need to eat these things.

Um, but it smells really good, every tiniest part of my body seems to be clamoring: I want to eat, I want to eat...

This damn fake spiritual root sequelae!

Nan Wei was struggling with the sequelae of forging spiritual roots, when he felt the sweet smell suddenly approaching.

He only needs to lower his eyes a little, and he can see another piece of golden pastry near his mouth.

"I even said I don't want to eat." Nan Wei squeezed out the above sentence with difficulty.

Pei Zhiheng continued to hold the pastry very persistently. The cup-like flower-shaped pastry was sporadically sprinkled with some darker-colored crumbs. These crumbs persistently exude a honey-like sweetness.

Nan Wei: ...

This deity is really not a foodie!

Nan Wei opened his mouth.

Well, there is a big difference in the taste between this piece of pastry and the previous one. It is softer after the mouth, and it seems that there is a sweet taste in the heart when the teeth are bitten. , quickly integrated into saliva.

Next, Nan Wei didn't make a sound until he finished eating all the pastries, and just concentrated on enjoying the delicious food.

When Pei Zhiheng's hands were empty, Nan Wei stood up very simply: "Three months are up, you should go out."

Pei Zhiheng: "..."

But this time, Pei Zhiheng didn't say anything, but hugged Nan Wei directly, rubbed against his shoulder, took a deep breath, said goodbye to him before Nan Wei broke out, and left from Yunxiao Valley.

The next moment, Luan Fujiang appeared from nowhere, and looked at Nan Wei with indescribable eyes.

Nan Wei raised her eyebrows: "Grand Master?"

Luan Fujiang said: "At first I thought she was your daughter-in-law, but now it seems that you are his daughter-in-law—you obviously don't want that little guy to leave at all, but you are not sloppy in your words."

Nan Wei said: "His time has indeed come, and Grand Master, I haven't considered the issue of dual cultivation at all, it's still early." How can I have time to think about the other half in the foundation building period.

Luan Fujiang smiled and said: "It's not too early, it's not too early, that little guy looks so good-looking, if you don't settle down sooner, be careful if someone else takes a fancy to him. Besides, you have to think about it sooner or later, good disciple , if you are such a good-looking daughter-in-law, I will definitely support you! If you empathize with someone else, I won’t agree if you are not so good-looking!”

But on this point, Nan Wei is also concerned: "Don't worry, Grand Master, I can't fall in love with someone who is not as good-looking as me."

Luan Fujiang nodded again and again: "That's it!" Then he picked up Nan Wei again, "This place is not enough vitality, change to another place to practice, I think you will soon have the eleventh level of foundation building."

Nan Wei has indeed stood on the pass between the tenth and eleventh levels of foundation building, and there is a thin layer of barrier in front of him.

After changing places to practice, it took only a few hours for Nan Wei to successfully break through and become a monk at the eleventh level of Foundation Establishment.

After that, Luan Fujiang would stroll over every day, either to give advice to Nan Wei——Nan Wei thought it was a discussion—the formation and cultivation, or to give advice on talisman seal cutting.Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, half a year of training in Yunxiao Valley had come to an end.

"My dear disciple, you are going out tomorrow, I really can't bear it." Luan Fujiang looked at Nan Wei reluctantly, feeling that he didn't want to continue the retreat.

Nan Wei rolled her eyes: "Great Master, I will also ask others to send you some outside information, you won't be too lonely." This old man especially likes to participate in the spread of gossip. Luan Fujiang listened to all kinds of gossip about Tai Yizong, up to the masters of the pulse, down to the deacons of the branch hall.

Luan Fujiang smiled brightly: "As expected of my good disciple, your master is not as good as you. He never asked me to inquire more about his sweetheart. He is not like you. He just showed it to me."

Nan Wei: ...

Sweetheart?Why doesn't the deity know who that is?

The author has something to say: Luan Fujiang: Is my disciple an attacker or a victim?

Author: Ask me (～￣▽￣)～

Luan Fujiang: Disciple and grandson!Good disciple!

Nan Wei: Grand Master?

Luan Fujiang: (⊙⊙) A strange person suddenly appeared just now!

Nan Wei: It's okay, come one to kill one, come two to kill one pair!

Luan Fujiang: Good disciple!I know the grandson!

author:……

To sum up: The author secretly decided to postpone the confession →_→