Ji Chuchen glanced at him with a half-smile: "Didn't you notice?"

Yu Xiaotan shook his head.

I really didn't notice that all his mind was spent thinking about the kitchen fairy and the small stove. Now that he was reminded by Ji Chuchen, he felt the surging spiritual power in his heart, and Yu Xiaotan was sure that his cultivation had indeed improved significantly. increase.

If it goes on like this, it may not be far away from the Golden Core Stage.

The small stove has absorbed the spiritual flow of nearly a thousand years, which is really amazing.

It's a pity that Xiaohuolu's body has already merged with Yunhai Peak, and was restrained by Thunder Calamity, so he couldn't leave, otherwise, the volcanic magma... Yu Xiaotan's mouth is watering just thinking about it.

But it reminded him of one thing.

Yu Xiaotan rubbed the storage ring for a moment, then took out a small porcelain cup.

It was the cup used to hold sour plum juice in the summer, and it had been cleaned, but Ji Chuchen still smelled a faint fragrance of plums.He was a little surprised, watching Yu Xiaotan carefully pour out a cup full of red-golden liquid from another earthen jar, and handed it over with raised eyebrows and a smile.

"This is..." Ji Chuchen's fingers tightened slightly,

The spiritual liquid was so thick that it was almost solid, and it glowed brilliantly under the skylight, but the small cup was like a neon light, reflecting the shade of the bluestone in a variety of colors.

Ji Chuchen felt a strong breath of spiritual power.

It's so rich, it's almost drowning in it.

Yu Xiaotan blinked at him: "A gift from the small stove."

The spiritual rain and magma sweeping Yunhai Peak are essentially high-concentration spiritual power, which is extremely volatile, and unless absorbed on the spot, it is extremely difficult to preserve—but Yu Xiaotan has an earthen jar.

The system produces a large earthen jar, diamond-level quality assurance, and contains the avenue of time, so it is good to use.

This is a good thing, and there are such conditions, Yu Xiaotan thought that he must bring some out for his own people to taste.

How many disciples of the outer sect open their mouths to catch the spiritual rain of Tenglong Sacrifice, only hating that their mouths are not big enough.

Ji Chuchen slightly closed his eyes, and drank the small cup of spirit syrup.

The concentrated spiritual power was like boiling oil into water, creating a stormy sea in his body in an instant.Ji Chuchen faintly heard the shrieking dragon's chant, and the fiery golden heat swirled and circulated in his body, intertwined with the boiling blood, and penetrated in little by little.

His blood and bones seemed to have turned red gold in an instant.

Just as the Tenglong sacrifice must be inspired by the blood of the real dragon, the spiritual pulp that Yu Xiaotan took out has far more benefits for the blood of the real dragon.

A whirlwind swirled around Ji Chuchen, rolling up his long and fluttering black hair.

Yu Xiaotan watched with his eyes wide open, as if he saw the golden dragon pattern flickering on the youth's fair skin. The next moment, Ji Chuchen opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes, which were traced in ink, were condensed into brilliant lights. Red gold——

The young man bent down and kissed Yu Xiaotan.

It was a kiss full of spiritual power, hot as fire.

……

Once the fire was lit, it burned for three full days.

Until Yu Xiaotan and his party left Yunhai Peak, and bid farewell to Wang Dali and others from Guanghuazhai, he sat on the Lingshuo returning to Luozhen, facing the breeze blowing in his face, after a while, he still felt his lips were hot.

Qiong Qing was humming a little tune with his legs crossed, he didn't know where he heard the tune, but he hummed it with an ethereal voice like a mountain elf, it was very clear and melodious.

The dryad boy hummed and looked sideways at Yu Xiaotan in a daze. Seeing that his cheeks were still as red as the morning glow, he couldn't help but tease: "Xiaotan, what did you and Brother Ji do? It's all tens of miles away from the sea of ​​clouds. Are you still thinking about it?"

Yu Xiaotan covered his cheeks, lowered his head in embarrassment: "I didn't do anything."

Isn't it just biting the tip of his tongue and drinking some spiritual fluid, what is it...

With a "bang chirp", Yu Xiaotan bumped against the side of the boat with his head covered, his whole face buried in his elbows, and the small half of his skin that was exposed was blushing, which was no different from the colorful clouds in the sky.

After the spiritual liquid merged with Tenglong's blood, subtle changes occurred, which is why Ji Chuchen had to give him the spiritual liquid with his mouth.

Now Yu Xiaotan has a thin stream of pure gold in his body, like a little golden dragon, dozing with its tail curled up in his dantian.

Ji Chuchen is protecting Yu Xiaotan in this way.

After all, he is the young suzerain of Yunhai Sect. Even if he doesn't want to inherit the position of suzerain right away, it will be difficult for him to go back to Luo Town with Yu Xiaotan recklessly when the sect encounters drastic changes and Cheng suzerain absconds silently.

Many affairs require him to come forward to deal with.

Therefore, he did not set foot on the return shuttle.

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaotan's shyness about kissing gradually faded away, replaced by a trace of loneliness.

He ran all the way to Yunhaizong to find someone, but had to leave Brother Ji behind before leaving. Although the goal of cleaning up the scumbag father and scumbag brother was achieved, Yu Xiaotan still felt a little uncomfortable.

Seeing the change in Yu Xiaotan's complexion, Qiong Qing patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Ann, Ji Chuchen will definitely miss you too. Xiaotan, let's bet, let's say less than ten days, more than one month, you will definitely be able to be here Meet him at the restaurant door."

"One month..."

Yu Xiaotan pursed his slightly hot lips.

But before he could speak, a cluster of small flames jumped out from his fingertips, happily waving his small fists: "Bet bet, I want to play too!"

Qiongqing: "..."

Yu Xiaotan: "..."

Yu Xiaotan held Xiao Huomiao in his palm, dumbfounded, and gently pressed back his small fist that was jumping up and waving: "What are you betting on? Don't bet. Children's families, do you know what gambling is?"

Xiaohuo drilled out from between his fingers, with a swaying flame on his head: "I understand, the master often bet with others before. None of them like to wash dishes, so they bet on how many scorpions there are by the river. Pebble, how many stars overhead, and how many little flames I can split."

Yu Xiaotan wondered: "Their bet sounds weird, can they really tell the winner?"

Little Huomiao pinched her waist triumphantly: "I can't."

Yu Xiaotan: "Then what's the point of gambling?"

Little Huomiao tilted her head and said, "But the stars are beautiful, and the pebbles are fun."

Yu Xiaotan was slightly taken aback.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and finally passed away silently.

In the end, Yu Xiaotan didn't say anything, just rubbed the little flame, and said softly: "When we get back to Luo Town, let's touch the pebbles and count the stars, okay?"

Little Flame nodded cheerfully: "Okay, okay."

When it was tired and tired, it turned into a tattoo and retracted into Yu Xiaotan's body again. Yu Xiaotan looked at the mountains stretching thousands of miles below the shuttle, and sighed softly.

"I didn't expect that," he murmured, "Chu Xian is a very gentle person."

What a bet, it's just coaxing the little flame to play, and letting the little flame split into many filaments, maybe it's a unique way to train the little flame's consciousness and will.

Qiongqing shook her head.

"Not necessarily." He sighed, "Xiaotan, you don't understand the Qixia Realm in ancient times, gentleness can't live there."

Yu Xiaotan's expression was slightly chilled, thinking of the secret history he saw in Yunhai Zongcengshuge, the description of the ancient times revealed a desolate atmosphere between the lines, the monsters roamed freely, the common people were smeared, and the situation of the weak and the strong was a thousand times more serious than it is today.

"Okay, don't think about it, it's boring."

Qiongqing tugged on his cuffs, her tone mixed with a bit of carelessness: "Xiaotan, I remember that before going out, Xiaobai said that he must break through the foundation."

"Do you think he is successful?"

Yu Xiaotan: "..."

Yu Xiaotan rubbed his forehead: "I think it's... a little hanging..."

……

It is raining lightly in Luo Town.

The hazy rain refracts the rays of the sun into a beautiful veil, which is draped on the towering snow-white tower, and also casts an elegant atmosphere on the whole town.

The sky above Xianyou Street was lit with colorful lights, and a magic circle was pulled up to isolate the rain, but not completely isolate the fog.

So people walking on the street seem to be walking in the sea of ​​clouds, with misty mist at their feet, and lively laughter in their ears, as if a stone bridge has been built here between the world and the clouds, and the joy on both sides of the strait is swaying and magically blending together. as one.

Bai Junda was sitting on the stone steps at the entrance of Yu's restaurant, holding his rice bowl and gobbling it up, while looking at the tourists passing by, muttering in his mouth: "They are all practitioners, why do they still like to go shopping?"

Chen Yufeng said leisurely from the side: "Why can't you like to go shopping in the practice? You are also a practitioner now, don't you like watching lanterns and eating supper?"

Bai Junda thought for a while, swallowed a big mouthful of fried rice, and said cheerfully, "That's true."

Chen Yufeng looked at the people in the street, his eyes sparkled: "It's a very simple truth, but there are always many people who don't understand it. They always think that practicing is to become a fairy, and they have to dig a hole on the cliff of the green mountain and shut themselves in it." On weekdays, I can't wait to drink wind and food dew—such a person, on the contrary, tends to trap himself in a corner, and he will never be able to escape."

"But the needs of the world will not disappear because of suppression. It is just accumulated, just like the snowmelt accumulated in the dam. The water is rising higher and higher, and the dam is being built higher and higher. Now, we gently poke on it. a hole."

As he said that, he looked at the fairyland-like Xianyou Street in the rain, and faintly became excited: "Then the water in the river will boil, and they will swarm to us, turning into waves, and smashing down the barriers in the hearts of those practitioners." , release their nature!"

"The hot springs are also comfortable, the food is delicious, and shopping is even more refreshing. This impression is planted in their hearts and deeply rooted, and then we have batch after batch of repeat customers. The more they enjoy Xianyou Street, the more they enjoy Xianyou Street. The more I feel that the days I lived before are dry and bitter, and I can't bear it anymore, so I wish I could live in Luozhen, next to Xianyou Street, and then the land in the hands of the little shopkeeper will continue to grow wildly, turning into spirit stones, and there will be a steady stream of land. Lingshi—"

Chen Yufeng was excited when Bai Junda burped suddenly and poked his elbow: "Do you want fried rice? I'll eat it all if you don't want it."

Taking advantage of Chen Yufeng's passion, he has already picked up two bowls of rice, and the pot is almost bottomed out.

Chen Yufeng: "..."

Chen Yufeng's face twisted slightly: "Put down that fried rice, I want it."

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