My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 79 Zongmen General Election ([-])
There are still five days until the Zongmen general election.

Yun Chi summoned Lan Chen and Jiang Guo to Yulou Waterside Pavilion, explained the preparations before the general election, cooked dinner for Xiao Guanfeng, and then entered the space with a big bowl in his mouth.

The outside world is already dead of night, but the space is still as bright as day, and the passage of time cannot be felt.

When I came to Zhongwei in the small forest, I scooped up two large bowls of Lingquan, and drank until the spring water overflowed my throat.

Until no more drops can be poured.

The Lingquan is in the Lingquan Pool, like fresh goat milk, milky white and milky white with thick white mist, bubbling from time to time.

Stretch out your hand to touch it, and the touch feels warm like volcanic hot spring water, making you tired and want to sleep.

Scoop it into a bowl and look at it again, and it turns blue again, with wisps of blue halo enveloping it.

You can tell at a glance that the aura is full and nourishing.

The spirit spring gasified instantly when it entered the abdomen, and went straight to the dantian as if someone was leading the way, and pierced towards the constantly rotating Shuiyuandan.

It stands to reason that the spiritual spring turned into spiritual energy and absorbed by the Lingyuan pill should not feel full, but Yun Chi felt that it was more filling than plain water.

It must be because I am afraid that people will not cultivate well, and I want to drink the spiritual spring to get something for nothing!

Don't ask Yun Chi how she knew, because that's what she thought.

You can be invincible by drinking water, and you can still meditate for whatever you do.

At that time, shooting birds, fighting crickets, and foxes sleeping with Xiao Guanfeng, which is more interesting than sitting and exhaling and inhaling.

After drinking the Lingquan, I just sat down and prepared to practice.

Suddenly felt a pain in the stomach, followed by an unknown object washing the end of the tailbone.

Immediately, two loud bangs came from the abdomen, the sound was earth-shattering like the birth of a peerless sword.

It felt too subtle and too old.

The last time I had similar symptoms was in my previous life.

Did you eat the invincible devil's spicy crayfish, or did you forget to eat garlic after picking up three catties of oysters?

No, I can't think about it anymore!

In a blink of an eye, there is still half a person beside the Lingquan.

It was already half an hour later when Yunchi reappeared beside the Lingquan after finishing his physical affairs.

Empty mind, empty stomach.

The two eyes staring at Lingquan became much calmer, no longer greedy and longing half an hour ago.

Could it be that Lingquan also has a shelf life?Drink beyond the expiration date, at your own risk?

impossible!
In the world of cultivating immortals who despised Newton and pissed Einstein to death, how could the Lingquan expire.

No, I have to try again.

So, Yun Chi scooped up another bowl of Lingquan.

Take a sip!
It's like drinking Laobaigan for the first time in my life, and I only dare to stick to the edge of the bowl and dip a drop of water.

Inhale - safe.

Exhale—no response.

Inhale again—unobstructed.

Exhale again—seems, like, something's wrong!

Half a second later, someone disappeared by the Lingquan again.

Based on the evil thought of how I could be the only one to suffer, she gave Xiao Guanfeng the unfinished bowl of Lingquan.

But, if people drink it, they will act like a normal person, so what should they do?

So angry!

Yun Chi returned to the Lingquan in high spirits, completely disappointed with the [-]-square-meter pond.

I treat Lingquan like first love, and Lingquan treats me like a shoe!
That being the case, it is good to hurt each other.

The more Yun Chi thought about it, the more angry he became, and he simply stripped off.

I plunged into the depths of the spiritual spring and took a comfortable hot spring bath.

After the hot air penetrated into every pore, and the whole body felt extremely comfortable, he crawled out slowly, found a random place, crossed his legs and closed his eyes.

Breathe in... breathe out... breathe in...

The boring and hopeful meditation practice has begun.

The next few days were monotonous and fulfilling.

Practice swordsmanship, take a bath after practicing swordsmanship, meditate after bathing, go out to see what Xiao Guanfeng is doing after meditation, and continue to practice swordsmanship, bathe and meditate after watching.

In addition, she couldn't help being tempted to take a sip of the bath water when she was taking a bath.

Once again, the reality hit her hard and shattered her precarious luck.

Fortunately, there was Wushang Daoshu as compensation, which slightly soothed her young, fragile and helpless heart.

"Splitting Mountains, Broad Seas and Great Way of Swordsmanship", just look at this overbearing and resounding name, you will know that it is extraordinary, it is an existence that is even more powerful than the improved version of "Guangfeng Sword Manual" even if its power is magnified a hundred times.

The day when my saber technique is perfect is the time when I, Yunchi, stand out from the crowd.

However, there is a premise: not to mention the Hidden God Mahayana, at least one must be a Huashen.

In this way, a scimitar is an invincible hand in the Hidden God Realm—sure!

Let me emphasize that she is either conceited or conceited (the important thing must be said three times), or she is a little bit more confident than ordinary people.

There is no wind, no rain, no snow and no fog in the space, and a constant temperature of 26 degrees is always maintained.

The open-air alchemy room, the open-air library, the open-air magic weapon room, and even the bedrooms are all open-air—except for the bamboo studio at the top of the mountain.

This "Sword Art of Splitting Mountains and Broad Seas", which made her hug the sky and laugh three times, was carefully selected by her from the thousands of peerless sword arts in the open-air library, consuming a hundred brain cells.

Regardless of the bluntness in the name, Yun Chi has studied it carefully, and it is indeed a good sword technique that is invincible in the world.

The moves are like a dragon flying out of the sea, piercing the sky, and its power is like a volcanic eruption.

The point is, every move is straightforward, which coincides with the rough and unrestrained habit of using knives of the Beiye people.

In addition, several books such as "Wanning Moon and Cloud Sword Technique", "Qiongzhi Jade Leaf Sword Technique" and "Langlilangqu Xiaoyao Sword Technique" are also very satisfactory.

But she only has two hands and one head.

As the saying goes, I can't chew more than I can chew. I thought about it, and I just took a copy of "Sword Art of Splitting Mountains and Broad Seas" and kept it with me.

During the long journey of practice, the scroll of time rolled quickly, and it rolled to five days in the blink of an eye.

The day of Ling Jianzong's general election.

Gumu Peak, 800 meters southwest of Cangjian Pavilion, Xuantian Square, where disciples from inner and outer sects gather.

Yun Chi stood on the high platform in the middle of the square.

The darkness below was filled with crowds and voices, and the noise was like boiling water.

Ling Jianzong originally had [-] disciples, but [-] died in the battle with Qianshengmen.

In the past two months, the black cloud covering the surviving disciples of Ling Jianzong seemed to be locked up and lingered for a long time.

The general election of the Zongmen happened to be a window to vent their emotions, like shouting heartily, selflessly, and hysterically in a grand celebration ceremony.

It seems that after the general election, Ling Jianzong's declining status quo can be changed.

It's noisy!
Yun Chi couldn't help but reached out and pressed his ear.

On that day, Lan Chen and the others convincingly asked her to be the suzerain, and after a long time, they asked her to participate in the suzerain election.

Still a must-win election.

There were originally three opponents, Ye Shuanghong, Chi Yao, and Xiao Guanfeng.

Yun Chi turned his head and glanced to the right.

Ye Shuanghong stood three feet away from her, her phoenix eyes were piercing and sharp, and she looked at the tens of thousands of disciples who were clamoring in the audience without moving.

On the high platform, apart from Yun Chi and Ye Shuanghong, Jiang Guo was the only one left who was the master of the Zongmen election.

In terms of practice, Jiang Guo obtained the true biography of his master who held the medicine, and his progress was slow.

On the contrary, in some irrelevant careers, flowers are blooming everywhere.

For example, he has outstanding eloquence, and he is the only one who can use bamboo poles for large and small ceremonies; another example is that he is a natural management talent, and as an outer sect deacon, he is highly respected among the outer sect disciples. after him.

Don't ask Chi Yao and Xiao Guanfeng why they weren't on stage.

The question is——

Did not sign up!
The reason for holding the medicine is that he is not interested in the suzerain position at all, and there is no such thing as Lan Chen in front of the door to threaten and lure him, so he is naturally happy not to participate in the suzerain's choice.

As for Xiao Guanfeng.

Have you ever seen a man who dared to steal his wife's job?
(End of this chapter)