After the salted fish is rotten, rely on the crow's mouth to revitalize the world of cultivatin

Chapter 6

Firestick?
Yao Miao's little brows were tightly frowned.

Although Wan Jian was broken at the beginning, it still looked like a sword.

what is this?A black stick?
She doesn't even have the appearance of a sword, so what's the use for her.

Besides, Wan Jian is a problem.

Hearing what the old lunatic said, you still want to help it recover the sword body?
Is this something she can do as a salted fish?

As long as Yao Miao thinks that in the future, she will have to run around to repair the broken sword, sleep well, and eat enough, she can't help shivering.

Quickly took out the token Yue Shan gave her before leaving.

The token shattered, and a light flashed.

When Yao Miao teleported away from the sword mound, the fire stick suspended in mid-air swished into Yao Miao's sea of ​​consciousness.

-

The prime of life does not come again, the day is difficult in the morning, timely encouragement, time waits for no one!

Four years later

Lingyue Peak, Yinyue Lake

"Senior brother, it's now, hurry up, don't let it get away!"

"Hey, little junior sister, take a look!"

slam
"Caught you."

"Little junior sister, let's go!"

In the back mountain of Qiongji Peak, there is a curl of smoke rising from a mountain depression.

The golden red flames are crackling and burning, and the occasional wind blows away the heat of the flames, bringing its own coolness.

"Is Junior Sister alright?"

Dressed in red, Feng Ming's eyes were burning, and the tear mole under the corner of his right eye seemed to be secretly glowing because of it.

"Third senior brother, don't be in a hurry. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. If you want to taste the delicious food, you have to be patient."

Yao Miao exerted force on her wrists, and she flipped the two fishes that had been grilled on the fire until they were slightly golden.

Four years ago, when she got Xiao Hei, that Wan Jian, her cultivation level jumped up.

Arrived at the level of Qi refining.

She thought she had hope, so she stayed in seclusion for two consecutive years.

But the later results made Yao Miao clearly realize once again that she was really not suitable for cultivation, so she let herself go and put herself on the line.

Don't sit if you can lie down, and never stand if you can sit.

Of course, this is except for the food.

And because of her lack of progress in her cultivation over the years, she has become a laughing stock in the world of cultivating immortals from a genius at the beginning.

Even her master and Yijianmen were affected by her.

Yijianmen is a group of sword repairers.

As for sword cultivators, they are very simple. In the words of other sects, they are dead-headed, idiots!
So not only did they not have any dislike for this little junior sister, Yao Miao, they even liked it very much.

From time to time, some disciples would go out to pick up missions from the sect, and bring her food when they came back.

Her cheap master plus her had a total of five disciples, and this one in front of her was her third senior brother.

It can be said that the two of them have similar tastes, and they are both foodies.

"Third Senior Brother, please take a look, I'll take the spices."

The bottles and cans were poured out of the storage bag by Yao Miao. She picked several kinds from the inside, opened the cork and sprinkled them on the fish.

Yinyue Lake is originally a spiritual lake, and the small whitebait is the top food, but now with the smell of spices, the aroma is even stronger.

Both of them couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

smell good!
"Third senior brother, it's alright, let's start."

Feng Ming was already too hungry.

Just wait for the words of the little junior sister.

His hands were so fast that he even had an afterimage. He grabbed the one that belonged to him and said it straight away.

Woo~ It's delicious!

If he had known that the baby pimple raised by the head was so delicious, he would have done it long ago.

The two of them were only focused on eating right now, and had no intention of talking at all.

In their words, one should concentrate on tasting food, otherwise it would be disrespectful to food.

"Hiccup~"

Yao Miao hiccupped, reached out to touch her bulging belly, squinted her eyes, and lay on the ground very satisfied, not caring about her image at all.

Feng Ming also lay down beside her carelessly.

The warm sunlight hit the two of them through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and there was a feeling of tranquility in the years.

After eating and drinking enough, Miao Miao felt a little sleepy.

Feng Ming was very energetic.

"Do you want to play, little junior sister?"

"Don't go."

Unexpectedly, I got this answer again.

Feng Ming sat up, looked sideways at the little girl lying on the ground.

Fair skin, somewhat translucent in the sun.

"Today is the Zongmen Dabi, very lively."

A little sleepy, Miao Miao opened her eyelids, revealing those bright black eyes.

She was a little puzzled.

Zongmen Big Competition?

"How did I not hear it being said?"

Feng Ming rolled his eyes.

"I knew you didn't read the letter Master sent you."

His little junior sister is a lazy house.

Lazy House's vocabulary is still learned from my junior sister, and I don't know where my junior sister got so many new words?
Maybe the junior sister's mind is relatively clear!
Yao Miao sat up, a little indifferent, "Also, don't I think it's not important?"

Who told that smelly old man to send her a letter every time, other than wanting to take the spirit stone from her, or to cheat food and drink from her, it's nothing serious.

"What's the situation in the Zongmen Grand Competition, tell me?"

Yao Miao was still a little curious.

"Interested? Then let's talk as we walk."

Yao Miao nodded after thinking about it.

"Then go."

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Zongmen Dabi is a common practice in the world of cultivating immortals, and it will be held every ten years.

The most obvious meaning is to hope that the various sects can learn from each other and communicate with each other, so that the younger generation can learn a lot.

And the main reason is: Nether Cloud Secret Realm.

The Youyun Secret Realm opens every ten years, and there are countless opportunities inside, but there are serious murderous intentions hidden in it.

The purpose of the Zongmen Grand Competition is to select people who enter the Youyun Secret Realm.

This year happened to be Yijianmen's turn.

On the huge square, arenas rose up one after another.

Disciples from various sects scrambled to get on the ring, showing off their strength.

It’s not lively.

on the high platform.

The sect masters and elders of various sects gathered here, watching the competition below, stroking their beards and shaking their heads from time to time, smiling with satisfaction from time to time, and sometimes blowing their beards and staring with anger.

Yijianmen is the person in charge, so it is natural to sit at the top.

"Brother Poor Ji, today is the Grand Competition of the sect, why didn't you see your genius disciple that day?"

"Although it is a good thing for you to protect her, young people still need a lot of experience to grow up. I brought my disciple here today, just to exchange ideas and exchange feelings with your talented disciple that day."

It was Yan Han, the suzerain of Hehuan Sect, who spoke.

The voice is charming and tactful, yet generous and elegant.

It's just that those words didn't really appeal to my ears.

As we all know, the new apprentice of the ancestor of the poor, although extremely talented, has been in the door for seven years, and for three years his cultivation has been stopped at drawing qi into the body. .

As for the suzerain of the Hehuan Sect, one genius at a time, it is clearly a sarcasm.

The eyes of other sects are also vaguely looking at this side.

It's not hard to see that they are holding back their laughter.

Before, they were also very envious of Patriarch Poor Ji for picking up such a genius, and even a few sects wanted to take this genius back to their sect directly.

But now, it's a joke that the genius has become a waste.

(End of this chapter)