My filial piety has gone bad

The bonfire flickers on Jianping, accompanied by the starlight, emitting an intoxicating soft light.

The evening wind blows slowly, setting off bursts of pine sounds, accompanied by gurgling streams and rustling insects, playing an idyllic evening song.

A large iron pot with a width of more than ten feet is set on a three-foot-high bamboo platform.

This time Ling Zhouyue was in charge of the cooking.

The high-pressure space stewing method is an extremely high-level cooking technique. The space, air pressure and spiritual pressure are compressed to the limit through a strong seal, which can be understood as...

Pressure cooker.

Xiao Ran's full-level cooking skills provide the perfect stewing principle, but due to his low cultivation, he can only stew it himself with his master's magic power.

Ling Zhouyue was full of interest.

While staring at the fire, she controlled the strength of the space seal.

The cyan wine bamboo tube was clamped at his lapel, and he lowered his head to take a sip from time to time.

The beautiful and heroic face, which is as beautiful as a picture scroll, is slightly reddish by the swaying firelight, and the black hair on the ears and temples is lifted by the mountain wind, unexpectedly showing a little softness.

Only the act of bowing her head to drink, like a crow throwing a stone, exposed her naive nature.

Chu Yan was in charge of watching the fire, and controlled the firepower, shape, and spirit of the fire with extreme precision by using the sewing-needle swordsmanship.

The soup was half boiled, and the rich falcon fragrance permeated, covering the entire Zhijian Peak in a blink of an eye, and quickly spread to the mountains.

Ling Zhouyue nodded.

"It's the taste of Daomeng."

……

Zongzhi Mountain is three thousand miles to the east, in the wild land on the edge of Huofen Country, there is a mountain that once soared into the sky, but it was cut off by a sword, and a small fairy city was built on the cross section——

East Floating City.

As the residence of the Dao League, Dongfu City is only a ten-mile radius, with buildings scattered all over the place and streets criss-crossing. As a fairy city, it can be regarded as having all internal organs.

Daomeng controls the entire True Spirit Continent relying on hundreds of similar fairy cities.

However, Dongfu City is close to Zongzhi Mountain, one of the five hooligans, and has weak control over the surrounding areas.

city ​​center.

A pentagonal tower towers into the sky like a giant sword.

It is the administrative office building where the Taoist League is stationed, Xingtian Pavilion.

On the top of the pavilion, there is a blue light formation with five swords facing each other and slowly rotating.

This is a teleportation array that can directly reach the headquarters of the Dao League. The cost is extremely high, and it will not be activated easily if there is no urgent matter.

The top floor is Tiancai Courtyard, and the next top floor is the living room.

The third top floor is where Dongfu Zhishou lived and worked.

Study room, in front of the long desk.

Wearing an indigo cloud robe, a tall and burly middle-aged man with handsome facial features like sculptures, sat respectfully in front of the long table, tasting black snake soup.

His beard was as short and hard as a thorn, and his waist was equipped with an eight-foot-long sword, half a foot wide, with a majestic and powerful momentum, and strong hormones were exuding from all over his body.

It's a pity that there are a pair of panda eyes, with drooping eyelids and heavy bags under the eyes, giving people a feeling of being too bathed and unable to recover.

There were two plates in front of the long table, a plate of snake soup, and a plate of charred snake meat, cut into long and thin pieces.

There was a tall black sand pot in front of his chest, filled with bright red spirit berries, almost overflowing.

He took a sip of the wolfberry, and then ate the snake meat, with a complex emotion of melancholy and hatred in his eyes.

After eating and drinking enough, he raised his heavy eyelids and looked towards the door.

"come in."

"Yes."

Black Stone pushed the door open and entered.

Sitting in front of the long case was none other than the new deacon of Dongfu, Li Wuxie, who was once famous in the Taoist League, but suddenly fell silent for 800 years.

Li Wuxie saw at a glance that Heishi had something to worry about.

"Say, what's wrong?"

Heishi told the truth.

"My subordinate just went to Zongzhi Mountain. After half a month since I met him, I participated in the Chengjian Conference. Xiao Ran is the direct disciple of Ling Zhouyue, who holds the sword peak."

"Ling Zhouyue..."

Hearing this name, Li Wuxie raised her head in remembrance, her thick thick eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Is this troublesome woman in Zongzhi Mountain?"

Heishi is ashamed, how closed your news is!

"Elder Lingzhou has been in Zongzhi Mountain for more than 500 years."

"is it?"

"Just ten days ago, Elder Ling Zhou destroyed an underground gambling house in Dongfu City and took away all the spirit stones. Because that gambling house really violated the rules, we can't hold her accountable."

Li Wuxie held the black sand pot with both hands, drooping eyebrows and eyes became more and more dull.

"Sword Inheritance Conference in three days... Am I going to participate in this kind of trouble when I just came here? Is Dongfu City too quiet? Is it a local custom of silence in Dongfu?"

Blackstone shook his head.

"No, Zong Zhishan deliberately blocked the news, and only sent a secret letter to Xing Tiange a few days ago to inform the matter. It's just that the chief executive didn't read the letter, so the subordinates made their own decisions and went to investigate."

Li Wuxie half raised her drooping eyelids.

"Bring the wine I gave you?"

Heishi suddenly became nervous.

"The altar of wine... the subordinate gave it to Xiao Ran."