My Debauched Devotion

After eating the red-spotted tiger meat and the black-horned ewe meat, Zhijian Peak hadn't tasted the delicacy of a large spirit beast for several days.

Usually, I would hunt some wild black-bone chickens, hares, and catch some crucian carp and abalone... Although the taste is good, there are too many monks and too little meat to eat.

Filial piety is very important, but Xiao Ran is also a man, so he can't be a vegetarian all the time, and he has to eat meat occasionally to be able to be filial.

This Daomeng falcon weighed more than five hundred catties, enough to feed Zhijianfeng for several days!

In order to make a whole pot of stew, Xiao Ran made a special trip to Zhujian Peak.

Master Tuo Gao helped him build a huge pot with a width of one foot. He carried it all the way back, feeling that he was to blame for the end of the Dharma Age, and he felt very guilty.

It was only after returning to Zhijian Peak to put down the pot that I felt more relaxed.

It can be seen that people cannot take the blame casually.

Night fell.

The bonfire flickers on Jianping, accompanied by the starlight, emitting an intoxicating soft light.

The evening wind blows slowly, setting off bursts of pine sounds, accompanied by gurgling streams and rustling insects, playing an idyllic evening song.

A large iron pot with a width of more than ten feet is set on a three-foot-high bamboo platform.

This time Ling Zhouyue was in charge of the cooking.

The high-pressure space stewing method is an extremely high-level cooking technique. The space, air pressure and spiritual pressure are compressed to the limit through a strong seal, which can be understood as...

pressure cooker.

Xiao Ran's full-level cooking skills provide the perfect stewing principle, but due to his low cultivation, he can only stew it himself with his master's magic power.

Ling Zhouyue was full of interest.

While staring at the fire, she controlled the strength of the space seal.

The cyan wine bamboo tube was clamped at his lapel, and he lowered his head to take a sip from time to time.

The beautiful and heroic face, which is as beautiful as a picture scroll, is slightly reddish by the swaying firelight, and the black hair on the ears and temples is lifted by the mountain wind, unexpectedly showing a little softness.

Only the act of bowing her head to drink, like a crow throwing a stone, exposed her naive nature.

Chu Yan was in charge of watching the fire, and controlled the firepower, shape, and spirit of the fire with extreme precision by using the sewing-needle swordsmanship.

The soup was half boiled, and the rich falcon fragrance permeated, covering the entire Zhijian Peak in a blink of an eye, and quickly spread to the mountains.

Ling Zhouyue nodded.

"It's the taste of Daomeng."

...

Zongzhi Mountain is three thousand miles to the east, in the wild land on the edge of Huofen Country, there is a mountain that once soared into the sky, but it was cut off by a sword, and a small fairy city was built on the cross section——

East Floating City.

As the residence of the Dao League, Dongfu City is only a ten-mile radius, with buildings scattered all over the place and streets criss-crossing. As a fairy city, it can be regarded as having all internal organs.

Daomeng controls the entire True Spirit Continent relying on hundreds of similar fairy cities.

However, Dongfu City is close to Zongzhi Mountain, one of the five hooligans, and has weak control over the surrounding areas.

city ​​center.

A pentagonal tower towers into the sky like a giant sword.

It is the administrative office building where the Taoist League is stationed, Xingtian Pavilion.

On the top of the pavilion, there is a blue light formation with five swords facing each other and slowly rotating.

This is a teleportation array that can directly reach the headquarters of the Dao League. The cost is extremely high, and it will not be activated easily if there is no urgent matter.

The top floor is Tiancai Courtyard, and the next top floor is the living room.

The third top floor is where Dongfu Zhishou lived and worked.

Study room, in front of the long desk.

Wearing an indigo cloud robe, a tall and burly middle-aged man with handsome facial features like sculptures, sat respectfully in front of the long table, tasting black snake soup.

His beard was as short and hard as a thorn, and his waist was equipped with an eight-foot-long sword, half a foot wide, with a majestic and powerful momentum, and strong hormones were exuding from all over his body.

It's a pity that there are a pair of panda eyes, with drooping eyelids and heavy bags under the eyes, giving people a feeling of being too bathed and unable to recover.

There were two plates in front of the long table, a plate of snake soup, and a plate of charred snake meat, cut into long and thin pieces.

There is a tall black sand pot in front of the chest, filled with bright red spirit berries,

Almost full of self-sufficiency.

He took a sip of the wolfberry, and then ate the snake meat, with a complex emotion of melancholy and hatred in his eyes.

After eating and drinking enough, he raised his heavy eyelids and looked towards the door.

"come in."

"yes."

Black Stone pushed the door open and entered.

Sitting in front of the long table was none other than the new deacon of Dongfu, Li Wuxie, who was once famous in the Daoist League, but suddenly fell silent for eight hundred years.

Li Wuxie saw at a glance that Heishi had something to worry about.

"Say, what's wrong?"

Heishi told the truth.

"My subordinate just went to Zongzhi Mountain. After half a month since I met him, I participated in the Chengjian Conference. Xiao Ran is the direct disciple of Ling Zhouyue, who holds the sword peak."

"Ling Zhouyue..."

Hearing this name, Li Wuxie raised her head in remembrance, her thick thick eyebrows slightly frowned.

"Is this troublesome woman in Zongzhi Mountain?"

Heishi is ashamed, how closed your news is!

"Elder Lingzhou has been in Zongzhi Mountain for more than five hundred years."

"yes?"

"Just ten days ago, Elder Ling Zhou destroyed an underground gambling house in Dongfu City and took away all the spirit stones. Because that gambling house really violated the rules, we can't hold her accountable."

Li Wuxie held the black sand pot with both hands, drooping eyebrows and eyes became more and more dull.

"Sword Inheritance Conference in three days... Am I going to participate in this kind of trouble when I just came here? Is Dongfu City too quiet? Is it a local custom of silence in Dongfu?"

Blackstone shook his head.

"No, Zong Zhishan deliberately blocked the news, and only sent a secret letter to Xing Tiange a few days ago to inform the matter. It's just that the chief executive didn't read the letter, so the subordinates made their own decisions and went to investigate."

Li Wuxie half raised her drooping eyelids.

"Bring the wine I gave you?"

Heishi suddenly became nervous.

"The altar of wine... the subordinate gave it to Xiao Ran."

Xiao Ran?

Isn't it for Ling Zhouyue?

Li Wuxie didn't bother to ask more.

"The wine is given to you. It's yours. You can give it to anyone. Why are you so flustered?"

Heishi gritted his teeth, bit the bullet and said:

"In addition to the wine, Daomeng's hunting falcon... was also given away."

Li Wuxie was taken aback.

"what?"

Heishi then told about his experience at Zhijian Peak.

From the beginning to the end, Li Wuxie kept her eyelids drooping, without any surprise, at the end, she just sighed:

"Looking at your naughty appearance, I thought you were a ghost, but unexpectedly you are a loyal general of the Dao League. It is also a blessing for Li to have you helping me in Dongfu City."

Heishi hurriedly bowed and bowed, and after some politeness, he suddenly asked:

"You don't care about Xiao Ran at all?"

Li Wuxie got up holding the pot, and stood in front of the window, with a figure like a broad sword, with drooping dark circles, looking at the strange Dongfu City outside the window.

"Prepare a sword burial for the dead falcon."

From the beginning to the end, Xiao Ran was not mentioned once.

...

Zhijianfeng, Jianping.

The soup is steaming, and the bone fragrance overflows.

Chuyan's small mouth was bleeding, and she forcibly suppressed the urge to raise her dantian, her face flushed.

In the Dharma-ending era, this kind of promotion, which is forcibly lifted by delicious food, is not stable and cannot be easily shaken.

"What is the background of this Li Wuxie, even the master knows him?"

Contrary to Chuyan's movements, Ling Zhouyue seemed calm, but she ate and drank extremely fast. She swallowed the sea with her mouth shut, bowed her head and ate happily.

"It's a senior from the academy, who reached the state of integration very early, one of the sword-wielders personally handed down by the Daoist League, but later became mad for some reason, his cultivation level plummeted, and he was abolished as a sword-wielder. He has been cultivating. Down to walk."

When Xiao Ran ate falcons and drank soup, he just tasted it, at most he would grow fat, and his spiritual root endowed with five elements did not move at all.

"Is it very strong?"

Ling Zhouyue said:

"My kendo teacher once said that Li Wuxie is the pinnacle of academic kendo, and even the teacher has to ask him for advice. If I don't use Tidal swordsmanship, the basic swordsmanship is not as good as him. I heard that he does things with a strict eye. Difficult to accommodate."

This is troublesome!

Xiao Ran thought to himself, this falcon, a good idea is not carried out, but wants to get into the hot pot. Could it be that he is usually devoting himself to work and is too tired to take the opportunity to commit suicide?

Thinking of this, Xiao Ran suddenly felt ashamed.

He is a majestic sword holder, but he cannibalize the dedicated Daomeng Falcon!

When he was ashamed, he bit the spine of the shoulder blade.

"It smells good."