Fairy Winner

　　　　 returned to the residence, Zhou Shu arranged the spirit gathering array, ready to make fish soup.

The second-order 　　ling spring water, the lotus school has a third-order spiritual spring, such as the one in Lingyunya, but when Zhou Shu went there, he couldn't get close, and was isolated by a powerful force. Mostly there are restrictions, and only certain people are allowed to pass, but he can do nothing.

　　 As for the Flowing Fire Array, he had already dabbled in this aspect, recorded many classics, and learned with his control after a little experiment.

　　 According to Li Yu, the most difficult part of cooking whitebait soup is time. Three hours plus two quarters, one breath cannot be more, one breath cannot be less. At that time, there was no accurate way to record the time. It was difficult to grasp the time. Many kitchen repairs and even Dan repairs wereted a lot of materials.

　　 But in Zhou Shu's eyes, this is not a trouble at all. He knows that there is an accurate clock in the sea, and he will never lose his breath.

　　All problems are solved, Zhou Shu is very confident.

　　The flames spread all over the tabletop instantly, converging into a quadrangular image, and the spring water and ice crystal fish are put into the pot without having to multi-pipe.

　　 Zhou Shu sat and waited peacefully. At this moment, he remembered something as if he had forgotten, and quickly looked in the spirit beast bag.

　　 "Little roll, little roll!"

　　 yelled a few times, but never saw Xiao Gun's figure.

　　Oops, could it be crushed to death by the snow crocodile thrown in?

　　 "Kun, ah, what's wrong with you? You can't die! I depend on you for life, share the joys and sorrows so much, I have been teaching you and raising you as my own flesh and blood. I can't think of today..."

　　 Zhou Shu was very anxious, and after searching carefully, he finally picked Xiao Gun out of the mouth of the bottom snow crocodile.

　　 "Fortunately, I didn't die. After eating so many spirit stones from me, who should I go to when you die? Don't die."

　　 Xiaogun hugged the fresh demon pill of the snow crocodile and fell asleep contentedly. Its mouth and six feet were deeply entangled in the demon pill, and he couldn't bear to get down.

　　 Zhou Shu was dumbfounded.

　　 Is this still a small roll?

　　 The original black carapace now has many white stripes. It looks like a zebra, even on the long horns, which is very strange.

　　 Only the familiar tired and lazy look, like Xiaogun, nothing else seems to be.

　　 Zhou Shu took out the small roller and put it on the ground, tapping it lightly.

　　 Xiaogun was awakened, and looked at Zhou Shu impatiently, then twisted his horns and opened his mouth, unexpectedly spraying a cloud of white mist, floating towards Zhou Shu.

　　 The cloud was very cold, and it condensed into an icy tuft in the air, which hit Zhou Shu's nose severely.

　　 "Are you actually able to use the trick?"

　　 Zhou Shu touched his nose, not at all dissatisfied, but revealed an expression of surprise.

　　 The use of magic tricks by spirit insects is very rare in itself, and this trick can actually come out of the body. It is not a trick to increase the speed of the carapace, it is even more strange.

　　 This is something that most spirit worms cannot do.

　　 "Xiao Gun, are you advanced?"

　　 Xiao Gun naturally ignored him, and slowly moved to his nest holding the demon pill, and fell down beautifully.

　　 Zhou Shu looked at Xiao Gun and couldn't help thinking.

　　 should be a promotion, and being able to use this method is the best proof of reaching the second level.

　　 Speaking of speaking, Xiao Gun absorbed enough spirit stones, and it was almost time to advance to the rank. Perhaps this Snow Crocodile Demon Pill had just stimulated it. It had absorbed the spirit energy suitable for him, so he made a breakthrough in one fell swoop.

But what's the matter with this technique? The ability to improve is a bit scumbag. I don't know if there is any other use. Maybe the perception is better, and you can discover deeper auras. Do you want to explore treasures everywhere in the martial arts? Try?

　　 Zhou Shu looked at Xiao Gun maliciously. Xiao Gun seemed to feel something. With a swing of his horns, two consecutive ice tusks flew towards Zhou Shu.

　　 Zhou Shu waved away and stared, "Go, don't disturb me making the soup, I will drink together later."

　　 Xiao Gun seemed to understand, and obediently stopped moving.

　　 Three hours passed quickly, Zhou Shu withdrew from the Flowing Fire Array on time. But it is not suitable for boiling, it must be simmered for half an hour.

　　 When the pot was boiling, a strong fragrance came out, and the whole room was floating everywhere.

　　 Zhou Shu had arranged the formation of the spirits in advance, and no fragrance was passed out.

The fragrance of 　　 also has a lot of beneficial effects, which should not be wasted.

　　 Xiao Gun crawled out of the nest, as if he knew this was a rare good thing, while absorbing the fragrance, while chasing the source of the fragrance.

The ice crystal fish and the bones and meat are boiled into a thick soup, white to no variegated, like a piece of carved jade tofu, rich and creamy, bursts of fresh fragrance constantly emanating, anyone who sees it will be able to smell it. The greedy insects move so much that they can't control their mouths.

　　 Zhou Shu's eyes glowed, ignoring Xiao Gun, and holding the soup pot in his arms.

　　Like a long whale sucking water, he can only hear a few whirring sounds, and the thick and milky fish soup is consumed by him in a few breaths.

　　 "Are you going to have soup together?"

　　 Xiaogun’s resentment can reach the sky directly.

　　 too late to distinguish the taste, Zhou Shu put down the soup pot, sat down with his eyes down, and began to absorb and transform.

　　 A stream of heat rises from the internal organs, and there is strong steam everywhere, lingering like a dragon, not knowing where to go.

　　 Zhou Shu guided them, a trace of transformation into the sea of ​​consciousness ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Zhou Shu sitting upright, exuding a faint luster, like a jade Buddha, with a kind of meditation-like stability and auspiciousness.

The little roll on the side of 　　 decisively got into the steaming soup pot, looking for the trace of leftovers.

　　 A little bit of time passed.

Sleeping but not sleeping, awake but not awake, sitting peacefully Zhou Shu has always had a strange feeling, knowing the sea is like the prairie in spring, spring rain melts, and new seedlings are constantly growing everywhere, representing the green of life gradually expanding Drove away, endlessly.

　　 It took more than an hour before Zhou Shu recovered from this state.

　　 I feel very good, the sea of ​​consciousness has expanded, and the divine consciousness has nearly doubled. Now his divine consciousness on the sixth level of the refining state is stronger than that of the consummate cultivator in the refining state.

　　 But when it is not possible to release the divine consciousness, it cannot show the intuitive gap.

After the foundation is built, it can be seen very clearly. The general cultivator in the early stage of the foundation stage has a range of more than one hundred meters of spiritual consciousness, and Zhou Shu is very confident. At least three hundred feet.

　　 This is a very obvious difference, and there is such a big gap in the early stage, and it will only get bigger and bigger in the future.

　　 There is a feeling beyond everyone, Zhou Shu is very happy.

　　 Xiao Gun was also very happy. The rest of the remaining soup was absorbed by it, and the aroma of the full house disappeared. These Zhou Shu must have not absorbed much, and I don't know how it got to him.

　　 One person and one insect, looked at each other, both with a satisfied expression.

　　 drove Xiao Gun back to the nest, Zhou Shu walked out slowly.

　　 Target Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, before practicing, he felt that it was necessary to check the information to see what the mysterious bead was and what was its use.

　　 It would be great if it could be used to improve cultivation.