I open a restaurant in Xiujie

After approaching, Ji Chuchen first noticed Bai Junda in the kitchen.

Hearing Ji Chuchen's voice, Bai Junda's hands trembled, causing a piece of smashed fruit to fly out from the kitchen window, almost hitting the hem of Ji Chuchen's white coat.

Ji Chuchen: "..."

He hesitated for a moment, then bent down to pick up the fallen fruit on the ground.

But when he felt the messy spiritual power inside, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The flesh was actually smashed by spiritual power.

Although the manipulator of spiritual power is not proficient enough, some fruit sacs were missed, and some places were stabbed too hard, but Ji Chuchen saw the shadow of a simple but profound cultivation method in this small ball of fruit flesh.

There is a holy place for cultivation in the Yunhai Sect, which is a large-scale wind-attributed magic circle called Wanzhang Fengtao Formation.

After the disciples in the sect entered the battle, there would be wind blades hitting them from all directions. If they wanted to avoid being poked into mud, they had to shoot down those wind blades with the same speed and precision. As time went by, the wind blades would become stronger More and more, and faster and faster.

But at this moment, Bai Junda manipulated the wind blade to pierce every small fruit sac, while Yu Xiaotan was on the side to time and urge him, both efficiency and precision...

Isn't it the same training process as Wanzhang Fengtaozhen?

Ji Chuchen's eyes flickered with strange light.

Immediately, through the gap in the window, his eyes fell on the wind blade in Bai Junda's hand, and he let out a "huh" in surprise.

Yu Xiaotan has never practiced before, and Bai Junda has just embarked on this path. Among the three, only Ji Chuchen has a deep understanding of practice, and only Ji Chuchen can see how mysterious the seemingly simple wind blade is.

The sharp edge leaked out, and the profound energy was filled, and the lines of Dao Ze that flashed by were faintly visible.

What a wonderful technique, it is definitely a treasure above the ground level!

If it is cultivated to great success and the wind blade is perfectly hidden in the air, it will be a sharp weapon in the world, killing people invisible!

At that time, as long as you wave your hands and condense into thousands of wind blades...

The well-informed young master of Yunhai Sect frowned.

He imagined the spectacular scene of invisible wind blades all over the sky, and subconsciously made a gesture of holding the sword with his right hand, thinking about how to block them one by one.

...If it is me in my peak period, I can do it.

Although it is difficult.

But who is she, she is Qi Xia's youngest and recognized as the strongest golden core.

If things go on like this, doesn't it mean that as long as Bai Junda practices step by step, he will reach a height comparable to his own peak sooner or later?

Ji Chuchen was shocked by his own thoughts.

His eyes flickered, and his attention was more focused on the two people in the courtyard. He wanted to ask Bai Junda what kind of method he was practicing and what kind of kung fu he was practicing.

But after thinking about it, he still didn't ask.

This kind of skill must be the top secret of this small restaurant.

Yu Xiaotan didn't defend himself and allowed himself to watch them practice. There is no other sect with such generosity in the world.

I can't live up to this trust...

This thought is only in the blink of an eye.

In the next second, Youzai Youzai under the tree closed his eyes and rested his mind, Yu Xiaotan opened his eyes, and said pleasantly, "Brother Ji, are you feeling better?"

"It's much better," Ji Chuchen said with a smile, "thanks to your medicinal diet."

Yu Xiaotan said: "Then I'll boil some more today to supplement you. How about nepeta mint porridge?"

"Okay, what you boil is delicious."

"An old hen will be stewed tonight."

"Ah."

The people in the yard spoke to each other, and Bai Junda, who was sweating profusely in the kitchen, almost drooled, and the wind blade trembled suddenly, piercing a maple spirit fruit.

Fatty Bai threw the peel aside wearily, and complained loudly: "Yu Xiaotan, I want porridge, and I want to eat stewed old hen!"

Yu Xiaotan glanced at the messy pot table, and was silent for a moment: "...If you can finish squeezing fifty fruits today, I will let you drink porridge."

Fifty!

Bai Junda was dumbfounded. He has only squeezed three fruits since he worked this morning.

Lamo's donkey doesn't have this kind of handling, does it?

Seeing Bai Junda's reluctance, Ji Chuchen thought for a moment, and raised his finger to point to the whole basket of maple fruit next to the desk: "Why is there only one wind blade?"

Bai Junda: "...?"

Immediately, under Ji Chuchen's command, Bai Junda began to strenuously try to condense several wind blades.

It's just that he worked hard for a long time, and only a small whirlwind the size of a fingertip appeared in front of him, which lasted for a while and then quickly dissipated, turning into a breeze and blending into the space between heaven and earth.

Ji Chuchen looked at it for a long time.

He lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and while Bai Junda was concentrating, he leaned over to Yu Xiaotan's ear and whispered, "There's something wrong with his bones."

Warm breath fell on the side of the ear and behind the neck, and when Ji Chuchen approached, a handsome face was enlarged in Yu Xiaotan's peripheral vision, the narrow and long ink-stained red phoenix eyes were romantic and freehand, and the tall and straight bridge of the nose was as white as jade.

Yu Xiaotan was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously answered: "Wh, what's the problem?"

Ji Chuchen hit the nail on the head: "His meridians are too narrow, his dantian is too small, and there is too little spiritual power in his body."

This is the fundamental reason why Bai Junda's root bone initial value is only 8.

If you only talk about spiritual roots, the aptitude of the little fat man is not weaker than those top geniuses Ji Chuchen saw in Yunyuzong.

After all, Yu Xiaotan has been in the Xuansheng Sect for more than ten years. Although he doesn't have Ji Chuchen's good eyesight, he still has an idea of ​​the spiritual power reserves of his dantian—every monk's dantian is equivalent to a reservoir, which stores For the available spiritual power, Bai Junda's reservoir is too small, and the delivery pipeline is so narrow that a single wind blade can consume all his strength.

After pondering for a while, Yu Xiaotan asked softly, "Can it be cured?"

"... Maybe." Ji Chuchen looked complicated, "But it's difficult."

The meridian is okay, although the treasures of heaven and earth that open the meridian are rare, they are not without it.

But the dantian is like a spiritual root, it is born and brought away, and it is no less difficult to expand the dantian than to change a spiritual root.

Yu Xiaotan's eyes brightened slightly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and lay back under the tree again: "It's fine if it can be cured."

As long as it is something in Qixia Realm, Yu Xiaotan believes that the system can get it for him.The system doesn't work, and when his restaurant opens, he can change it by himself.

Besides, the spiritual power is not enough, can't it be offset by quality?

Or increase the speed of spiritual power recovery, even if Bai Junda can only condense one wind blade at a time, as long as he recovers fast enough, those thousands of wind blades are just a matter of time.

Yu Xiaotan's nonchalant and confident appearance fell into Ji Chuchen's eyes, and he immediately interpreted a slightly different meaning.

The young man in front of him really has a treasure that can change the aptitude of his dantian.

Or at least he knew how to get such things.

For a moment, Ji Chuchen's breathing was a little short.

This restaurant... No, it's the person in front of me, Yu Xiaotan.

How deep is the secret?

……

Bai Junda worked hard for a long time.

But no matter what, he couldn't condense the second wind blade.

Whenever the first wind blade appeared in the air, the little fat man felt empty all over his body, his limbs and bones seemed to be squeezed dry, and he couldn't squeeze out any more strength.

He has an inexplicable intuition that this wind blade is his limit.

Fatty Bai, who had been excited all night and half morning, suddenly encountered setbacks and inevitably fell into despair. When Yu Xiaotan stepped into the kitchen, he was angrily chopping a piece of fruit peel into pieces.

While venting his anger, Bai Junda said sadly: "Yu Xiaotan, I don't seem to be a genius."

Yu Xiaotan thought nonsense, I don’t know how much you weigh, besides, the real genius is opposite you, that terrifying crit 99+ in the small courtyard... But he cleared his throat and walked to Bai Junda’s side Lowering his voice, he said another completely different word.

Yu Xiaotan pretended to be mysterious: "Bai Junda, do you know what Ji Chuchen said to me just now?"

Bai Junda always felt that Ji Chuchen was not in harmony with his aura, no matter how he calculated, he didn't think that the other party could say anything good, so he was listless, frowning and said: "What?"

Yu Xiaotan said softly, word by word: "He said you are a genius, the unique kind."

"In the future, no, can, limit, and quantity."

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Today is a short day~ Cover your face and run away~

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