Xuanhuan: the Way of Heaven Revolves Around Me

　　"The Holy Master intends to let the little Holy Son go to experience?"

　　Uncle Mu asked in a pleasing manner. He paused for a moment, as if he was considering his words, "Little Saint Son's cultivation in the Ning Realm is indeed suitable, but after all, this is the first time to go out to practice, on the side of Young Master Yuan..."

　　"Yu Yuan?"

　　Jiang Jiuge just thought it was funny.

　　He put his hands behind his back, turned his back and stepped out, his voice had already become distant.

　　"If that kid has the ability to stretch his hands under my nose, why not use the position of the Holy Son to worry that he is not his?"

　　"...The old servant knows."

　　After a respectful response, Uncle Mu's figure quickly disappeared from here.

　　For a long time, the dojo returned to its original silence.

　　----

　　On the way back to Zhishui Peak, Fang Mingjing took time to glance at the chat group.

　　He thought that it was rare to join a new group member, and the group should be more lively at this time, right?

　　Tongue of God: "Picture"

　　Tongue of God: "The 100 points earned by this group sign-in... can it be used to improve skills such as knife crafting and cooking?"

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "The use of points is indeed quite big. But is Erina's attention only on aspects related to cooking?"

　　Tongue of God: "What?"

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "Are you still just an ordinary person? Don't you feel heartbroken after seeing other people's experiences?"

　　Tongue of God: "...Well, I feel a little shaken."

　　Tongue of God: "But to be honest, I don't have much real feeling myself."

　　Except for her, everyone in the chat group is not extraordinary, which really made Nakiri Erina feel a lot of impact, and even the world view was reshaped.

　　But after calming down, she really cared about cooking.

　　After all, in her world, cooking was everything.

　　The pursuit and goals of more than ten years are not something that can be defeated by this short half-day experience.

　　Stinky Bean Sprouts: "That's pretty good too. Everyone has their own choices. It's not too late to decide when to take that step."

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "Ah, the little group leader is here."

　　Tongue of God: "By the way, why did the group leader take the name Stinky Bean Sprouts?"

　　Stinky bean sprouts: "...because bean sprouts are not very tasty."

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "It's not good to be picky eaters."

　　Stinky bean sprouts: "I'm not picky eaters... I just said it's not delicious. Don't say this, what about Sodros?"

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "His words are probably gone to practice."

　　Stinky Bean Sprouts: "It's really hard work."

　　Fang Mingjing couldn't help but click his tongue.

　　To endure loneliness in the drowsy Tower of Death, and cultivate day and night for two thousand years for one goal... Just thinking about it makes one breathless.

　　In comparison, Fang Mingjing had hardly practiced seriously.

　　Because he is very talented.

　　Even if he ignores the existence of the golden finger of the chat group, and only relies on the talent of cultivation, he can fully grow to the top level of the entire cultivation world by himself.

　　Tongue of God: "Huh? Do you need group points to send a red envelope for the second time?"

　　Stinky Bean Sprouts: "Sister Erina is going to give out red packets again?"

　　Tongue of God: "Sister, the title of elder sister..."

　　Recalling the photos she saw earlier, the girl subconsciously felt sweet, but she couldn't help being a little flattered.

　　However, Fang Mingjing didn't know this, and as the group owner, he explained it dutifully.

　　Stinky Bean Sprouts: "The second time you send a red envelope, you need points, and the number of points you need to send a red envelope will gradually increase with the number of times. On the other hand, it is also proportional to the value of the item. But if you don't send a red envelope after a period of time. If you do, the number of points you need to spend will gradually decrease.”

　　Seventeen-year-old girl: "It's easy to understand. Otherwise, if there is no limit to the gifting ability, it will be easy to mess up."

　　Tongue of God: "Understood. But all I can post is cooking. One point is enough."

　　Tongue of God sent a total of red packets.

　　In the sound of the prompt, Fang Mingjing and Yakumo Zi took away the red envelopes almost immediately.

　　This made Nakiri Erina a little happy.

　　After all, she had said beforehand that it was just a dish, but after sending it out, the group owner and Yakumo Zi received it immediately... It can be seen that they recognize their cooking skills very much. .

Chapter 5

　　sword.

　　A sharp-looking sword without fancy.

　　But this sword is still a bit long for Fang Mingjing.

　　But it doesn't matter.

　　Speaking of which, Fang Mingjing's [Sword Insight] obtained from Sword God Sodros is actually a skill of how to swing the sword that the opponent has accumulated over the years.

　　Not swordsmanship.

　　Neither is sword intent.

　　It's just an experience of understanding the sword and knowing how to swing it.

　　"..."

　　Fang Mingjing held the hilt in one hand and held it in front of him.

　　After returning to Zhishui Peak, the reason why he was not in a hurry to go back to the small manor halfway up the mountain, but came to the exercise field on the top of the peak, was to try this sword.

　　call.

　　He let out a slight sigh of relief.

　　The next moment, the spiritual energy in Fang Mingjing's body surged like boiling, the golden aura turned into yang flames, and the momentum rose like a raging fire——

　　boom! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

　　mountain top,

　　A vast golden sun appeared.

　　Although it was just a vision and phantom, with the appearance of that big sun, the top of the mountain was gradually enveloped by a terrifying high temperature.The endless heat has gradually dyed the surroundings with bright red, and everything in the field of vision has become hazy and red...

　　The long sword in Fang Mingjing's hand also burned.

　　He smiled slightly.

　　Then, swing your sword.

　　Don't aim at the target, don't use too much force, just swing the sword lightly.

　　Suddenly, the hot golden waterfall engulfed everything.

　　It is unclear whether it is sword energy or spiritual energy. The understatement of the sword is like a natural disaster only to bring disaster, and it is like a flood that burst a dike. Everything in Vientiane Senluo has turned into meaningless under this general trend. A mass of ashes rolled toward the front.

　　"……not bad."

　　Fang Mingjing squinted with satisfaction after a single blow caused such a scale.

　　It's a pity that I haven't learned swordsmanship yet.

　　However, Fang Mingjing just thought about it in his heart. For him, the sword move or sword move is not very helpful.

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　　夜晚

　　The night seen at Zhishui Peak is always quiet and beautiful.

　　Rarely did not have any clouds tonight.

　　The moon is also beautiful.

　　The veil-like brilliance filled the hills, quietly submerged into the lake, and swayed gently with the night wind.

　　Fang Mingjing, who was staying in the room, had nothing to do.

　　But he was feeling angry, because in the evening he heard about the "secret realm" - he actually had to go there?And the time is in half a month?

　　I feel angry just thinking about it...

　　He's not a salted fish, and he doesn't reject going out for a walk, but he doesn't like being arranged.

　　But now the Holy Lord Jiang Jiuge is stronger.

　　This is annoying.

　　"Mirror...?"

　　Gu Shiyun walked into the room.

　　"Well, Auntie."

　　"Auntie cooked porridge for you, can you drink it now?"

　　The beautiful woman was holding a small bowl in her hand, with a gentle expression on her face.

　　She sat down beside Fang Mingjing.

　　The latter responded politely.

　　Gu Shiyun smiled suddenly, and after gently scooping up the meat porridge in the small bowl with a spoon, she first took it to her mouth and blew it lightly. After the heat dissipated, she fed it to Fang Mingjing's mouth.

　　Fang Mingjing ate carefully.