Peerless Immortal Venerable

Chapter 107
The white belly of the East gradually brightened. When Fan Yi opened his eyes, the sky was almost bright. Looking sideways, Shuang'er had already woken up at some point. Looking around, he wondered where this little girl could go so early, so he listened to The door opened.

"Hehe, you're up." Seeing Fan Yi coming out, Shuang'er was startled, then she chuckled, put the large bowl covered with the lid in her hand on the table, wiped her clothes twice casually, and then Said: "I...I cooked a bowl of porridge, would you like to try it?"

Knowing that Fan Yi's expression on what he had done had reached the point of turning pale, Shuang'er made this bold request.

But when he heard that this was Shuang'er's own porridge, Fan Yi immediately remembered the lump that made him almost spit out his intestines, and his expression changed before he could speak.

Shuang'er's eyes are so sharp. When he saw Fan Yi like this, his face immediately turned cold. Seeing that he was on the verge of a seizure, Fan Yi was afraid that she would get mad at him early in the morning, so he hurriedly said: "Taste, of course, Shuang'er is big!" How can I not eat what I made for me in the morning."

After all, Fan Yiqiang pretended to be happy, but in fact he was no different from Lei Tai in his heart, walked to the table and sat down.

Only then did his complexion ease, and Shuang'er slapped Fan Yi's hand that was about to pick up the bowl: "Don't drink like this! I'll get you a bowl, so don't be in a hurry to drink early in the morning."

He was speechless, and Fan Yi didn't know where this girl went to learn these skills, but he could only obey her, let Shuang'er get him a small bowl, lifted the lid and filled a bowl for himself .

Seeing some black things in the bowl, Shuang'er blushed, and said embarrassingly: "Just now it was almost burned, I went to wash it, it was overcooked, it was a bit mushy."

"Hehe, it's okay." Fan Yi waved his hands again and again, Fan Yi thought in his heart, anyway, the left and right are dead, are you afraid of making another knife after being beheaded? Forced to smile, Fan Yi slowly picked up the small bowl, and looked into the big bowl , I found that there were no less than five small bowls in it.

Sighing helplessly, Fan Yi thought to himself, it seems that he will not be able to leave again today, so he sent a voice transmission to Uncle Su Chang, asking him to tell the four disciples to leave tomorrow.

Closing his eyes, Fan Yi made the final mental preparations, held his breath, raised his head and drank a big mouthful of the invisible porridge.

"How is it?" Seeing that Fan Yi swallowed his stomach, closed his eyes, and did not speak for a long time, Shuang'er was anxious, and quickly shook his arm, asking.

Without speaking, Fan Yi smacked his mouth, shook his head and took another sip. After finishing drinking this time, he raised his head, nodded and said, "Yes, it's delicious!"

Just three words, but Shuang'er's heart dropped from her throat, she felt a little excited, Shuang'er took Fan Yi's hand and asked, "Really?"

"Of course it's true." In order to show that what he said was true, Fan Yi took another sip: "It's just a little blurry."

But Shuang'er seemed to have not heard, and asked again: "Really?"

"What did I lie to you for?"

"Really?"

"Are you finished?" Seeing that Shuang'er seemed to have become stupid, Fan Yi lightly knocked her on the head, and served her a bowl of porridge: "You will know after you taste it?"

"That's right!" Suddenly, Shuang'er quickly picked up the bowl and took a small sip. After finishing drinking, she frowned, turned around and spit it out: "What is so good to drink? It's all like this. Already! Everything I made yesterday tastes better than this!"

"Yesterday?" Hearing this, Fan Yi was puzzled, put down the bowl and asked.

"Hey," lowering her head in embarrassment, Shuang'er's face turned red miraculously: "I have been learning to make this porridge when I go out these few days, and I make it more than ten times a day. Come back and make it for you, who would have thought that it would be messed up again today!"

"Forget it." He raised his hand to pour back the porridge in the bowl, Shuang'er got up and said, "I don't want to drink this porridge anymore, I'll go and pour it out!"

"No!" Hearing this, Fan Yi quickly reached out to protect the bowl, poured the porridge from his own bowl into his mouth with the other hand, and then, ignoring Shuang'er's obstruction, he drank all the porridge left in the big bowl go down.

"Ah..." With a long sigh of relief, Fan Yi slumped onto the chair, leaned his head against the back of the chair, stroked his round belly, hiccupped and then turned his head and smiled, "It's so comfortable! "

Looking at his smiling face, the circles of his eyes turned red, and he was extremely happy in his heart, but he said firmly: "It's comfortable! That stuff is only thanks to you, a starving ghost."

"Hehe," Fan Yi let out a silly laugh, and stretched out his hand to pull Shuang'er to his side, wiped off a bit of white ash on her cheek, and joked, "Then do you want to cook for this starving ghost every day from now on?"

"You are so beautiful!" She ran out of Fan Yi's arms, Shuang'er smiled coquettishly, packed up the dishes and went out. When she reached the door, she turned around again, Qiong's nose wrinkled, and said, "Teach me The elder sister who cooks said that girls can’t cook all the time, or they will be smudged by the oil and their skin will be damaged and become ugly, so I don’t want to be ugly!” After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away again.

Seeing her run away with a smile, Fan Yi shook his head and smiled wryly: "This little girl, when did you know so much?"

But Shuang'er patiently learned to cook for him, without saying anything, Fan Yi was very moved in his heart, it seems that the little girl also knows how to think about others.

Soon after Shuang'er came back, seeing that Fan Yi had already gone back to clean up, she seemed to have done something important, and without doing anything, she ran to Fan Yi and lay down on the grand teacher's chair: "I'm really tired, I have to Take a good rest."

Twisting his mouth, Fan Yi was noncommittal, and continued to pick up all the items that Uncle Su Chang sent over a few days ago, and then put them all into the Ruyi Qiankun bag.

For Fan Yi, the natal ring is still a treasure that cannot be fully used. According to the words of the five senior brothers, this thing is definitely not inferior to any magic weapon. Since this is the case, Fan Yi is afraid that people who know the goods will find out that there will be a risk of snatching it. If you don't have a heart, you simply hide it, and you only need a Ruyi Qiankun bag for your daily expenses.

After everything was tidied up, the sky had already brightened. Fan Yi looked around and saw that nothing was left behind, so he tapped Shuang'er on the head: "Get up, we should go."

"Oh!" Hearing this, she jumped up from the grand teacher's chair, and Shuang'er giggled energetically, "Okay, let's go!"

When they came to the gate of the mountain, they saw that the four disciples of the fifth generation were already waiting there. Fan Yi did not deliberately put on airs as a master, and with a calm face, he told them what the fourth ancestor and Uncle Su Chang had explained. After reading it once, he set off down the mountain.

Having said goodbye to the Fifth Patriarch yesterday, Fan Yi had no one to talk to on this mountain. Before he left, no one saw him off, so he felt relieved.

Before Fan Yi left, he glanced at the four people, and found that Yin Xue's face was a little pale, and she was hiding alone all the time, bowing her head and refusing to speak. Knowing what she was thinking, Fan Yi sighed slightly, and saw that although Zhang He's injury was seven or eight points healed, Still a little weak, he raised his hand and took the two of them into the scale.Fearing that Yin Xue would be suspicious, Fan Yi used the words he had lied to Zhang He to deceive her again.

Fan Yi has now sacrificed the dragon scale "Qingyun" to his arm with the method given to him by the dragon girl. At first glance, it looks like a blue birthmark, and it complements the red "imprint" natal ring on his left arm. Obtrusive.

Seeing that Luo Yu and Yang Ruofan looked suspicious, Fan Yi just explained to them casually and didn't say anything more. Of the two, Luo Yu was the better one, but Yang Ruofan always had a hidden... disdain for him. Fan Yi didn't understand why he disdained him, anyway, he was not happy to watch, so he was too lazy to talk nonsense with the two of them.

After walking out of the range of the mountain protection formation, Fan Yi stopped in his tracks, sacrificed the "Liuyun Boat", said "come up" to the two, and took Shuang'er up first.

Seeing that the Sixth Patriarch had sacrificed this magic weapon, both of them were startled at the same time. Both of them were madmen of cultivation, and they were not much worse than Fan Yilai. "Flying back and forth around the top of Kunlun, but the two of them were practicing in their respective rooms, and they never saw each other at all.

These two are the best among the disciples of the Five Generations, their eyesight is extraordinary, and they can see the benefits of "Liuyun Zhou" at a glance, Luo Yu is even better, but Yang Ruofan couldn't help sighing in his heart: As expected, he deserved it The "Sixth Patriarch", who was blessed by the Fifth Patriarch, is really generous, but with such conditions, it may not be so powerful to be able to achieve what he is now. I, Yang Ruofan, have good aptitude. As long as I work hard, sooner or later I will surpass you!
Fan Yi didn't know what was going on in his mind, even if he knew, he would probably dismiss it. The purpose of practicing is to achieve the primordial spirit as soon as possible and gain eternal life. How can there be any reason to compare yourself with others every day?Standing in front of the "Liuyun Zhou" and making it move forward, seeing that the two of them soon sat cross-legged and began to practice, while Shuang'er was lying on the side of the boat overlooking the scenery below, Fan Yi smiled and concentrated on identifying the direction.

Regarding the route to Mount Qingcheng, Uncle Su Chang had already recorded it on a piece of jade slip and gave it to Fan Yi. Fan Yi only read it a few times before roughly memorizing it. Thousands of feet high in the sky, one glance at hundreds of miles away, one is not afraid of mistaking the place.

The land of Shenzhou is vast and vast, and the four directions are no less than tens of thousands of miles apart, and many countries and tribes are distributed on it.The Yuanyang Mansion where Luozi Mountain, where Fan Yi grew up, belongs is the territory of the Chu Han Kingdom in the eastern part of the land of China. The Chu Han State is the largest country in the eastern part of the land of China, governing three mountains and five mountains, with a radius of thousands of miles.

In the west of Chu and Han Kingdom, there are endless mountains, and Kunlun Mountain is to the west of these mountains.After passing Kunlun Mountain and going west, there is Dahuangze. There are very few people living there, but all kinds of evil spirits and ghosts occupy the mountain as kings, ruling over those remote places. Among the three Buddhist temples, the most famous one is the Leiyin Temple, which is located in the extreme southwest of the Great Wilderness.

(End of this chapter)