I'm Actually a Cultivation Bigshot

Siheyuan.

Li Nianfan took two eggs and smiled without laughing.

Today, there is a blessing, you can taste the chicken eggs of the cultivator.

"Xiao Yi, chicken is not eaten, but there are two eggs, you can make tomatoes and stir-fry the egg, steamed a fish, but it is enough to dinner."

Fortunately, I have just went out to catch a lot of fish, enough for a while.

By the way, there is also the honey, it is also good.

Soon, the big chef Xiaobai made a good dinner, the fragrance fluttering, let people look great.

Li Nianfei's attention is deliberately placed on the egg.

But see the protein crystal clear, such as white jade, flashing, egg yolk is not yellow, but red, like flame, it seems very dazzling.

Good egg!

Li Nianfei gives the evaluation, and the more felt that he left this chicken.

"Small, try it." Li Nianfei stretched out chopsticks and put a piece of his mouth.

Egg entrance, crisp and smooth, good taste, and the sour taste of the tomatoes is complementary with the fragrance of eggs, bringing a feeling of enjoyment to taste buds, which can be a sweet and delicious, although simple, but also delicious.

Li Nianfan immediately commented: "This egg is good, it is more tender than ordinary eggs, it can be said to be inlet, and the chicken in Xiu Xian is different."

The Fulin smashed the nose and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of water, and the eyes couldn't stand it on this side.

Although some want to eat, but the heart is still proud: "Oh, this chicken, , this bird's egg is how the eggs of the wild chicken can compare? You are insulting you? If you are not Your king, saying that this bird will fight with you! "

"Also, it seems that this big food is not very good, a general fish is a bowl of white rice porridge, the most precious thing is the egg of this bird, hey."

However, when I saw that Li Nianfan fell on her own body, it suddenly scared a jump, wingspeted a few times, and I screamed: "I am wrong, don't kill me."

"I almost forgot, I have a mouthful." Li Nianfan put a bowl of white rice porridge in front of the turkey, "Eat, eat more powerful."

Turkey is afraid of shrinking the brain, waiting until Li Nian turned and gone, this is the white rice porridge in front of it.

"This bird is eating in the fairy world. You will give me a white rice porridge. How can I get it."

It continues to be proud of the vomiting, then smoke the nose and open a mouth.

Ok? How can I eat so delicate?

Is this a white rice porridge? !

Yes, at least in terms of food, this wave is not lost!

......

Among the towns of the Dry Dragon Xian, the west of the west.

A book is sitting in the teahouse, holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, looking at the empty tea house, stunning.

On top of the bamboo slip, I wrote three words of "Journey to the West".

However, there is no audience at this time.

In addition to the tea house, a mess, there is a mourning, crying, and crazy screaming, more, is a messy foot.

A young man with a white dress looks at the scholar, can't help but come, open the mouth: "Young people, let's go, here can't stay."

The book is not asked: "My story has not been finished, why is it getting less and less?"

He is asking the old man and seems to be asked.

The old man shook his head and sighed: "Everything is a problem, the rice can't eat, hungry starving, sick death, who still listen to the story, hurry!"

The book is asked: "My story is, what is the plague?"

The old man is stupid, so laughs: "This person is dead, but it's okay? Is it possible to kill? Is it possible to treat disease?"

The pupil of the book is slair, it seems to be lost, and it can't come.

A dead word, directly touching his inner depths.

At this time, a young man came over and helped the old man, "Hey, quickly escape, this book is not awake, don't use him."

Soon, the tea house returned to death again.

Meng Jun sat there for a long time, the brain slammed, repeatedly resken out the words of the old people just.

He walked all the way and saw too much of too many scenery. It can be seen in the world.

There is a prosperous city, and there is also a dessert, I have seen the ultra-kind people, and I have encountered a poor and evil demon. Every time, there will be new feelings. Every time I think it is useful.

He believes that it is very complete, it is already very complete, which can be passed through the entire cultivation, let all beings are separated from the seas, and get the super offset from the spiritual level.

But now, he found himself wrong.

He closed his eyes, and Li Nianfei began to swim in his mind.

"There is a reincarnation in the sky, the way of Changsheng can not be."

"Riuri moon, life is dead, this is the law between heaven and earth, you don't even understand the true world, how can you pursue your own way?"

Even in "Journey to the West", the Bodhi old ancestors said, there is no longer life in this world.

Is it difficult to there really don't have a long way?

The way you pursue ... is wrong?

He looked at the flow of people who fled outside, the more blur of eyes.

Communicate, pass!

The old man is right, what is the use of these words?

Time is like water.

It turns out for three days.

The book is always moving, like a statue, has always stared at the outer rising moon.

His eyes suddenly.

He remembered, in the "Journey to the West", Tang Yutian is a west of the West, encountering the difficulties that can't be solved, will go to the rescue, then the road to his officers are blocked, and they must go back to move the soldiers!

I have to go back to ask the high people!

He suddenly got up, walked out of the tea house, looked at the people who were still flustered outside, frowning deeply wrinkled.

This group of people ran from the West and ran around the East.

Meng Junliang looked at the sky in the west, there was a black-compressed dark cloud.

Before going back and move the soldiers, let's take a little bit of trouble.

He lifted his feet and stepped into the West.

Along the way, countless people move towards the east, only one person, against the crowd, footsteps are not slow, but no one has time to pay attention to him.

Gradually, the body began to appear on the ground, and then, a village appeared in his field of view.

The village is over, the black cloud is top, the dead body is landing, and many people are lying on the ground.

The number of cultivars suspended in the village, there is a road to the intersection, the wind whistling, dizziness and darkness, obviously the same night!

The village is the center of the village stands on a stone carving statue.

The rest of the survival, but everything is strong in the statue, devoutly and pleading: "Ask the devil god, dispel the pain, you are survive!"