On the 16th day of the twelfth lunar month, Lu Zhengkang stood on the hillside, with flying swords and red dragons dancing in the sleeves of his robes. The red light was extinguished, but it was always dim. He played for a while, and the flying swords made a clanking sound. This was
He protested. Lu Zhengkang had no choice but to put away the flying sword.
Fire defeats metal. This is usually the case. Metal-based mana is not suitable for wielding fire-type flying swords. Even fire-type flying swords are not prepared for sword immortals, but for those who practice Qi.
Lu Zhengkang has deduced the essence of the rotation of the five elements, but converting mana to adapt to flying swords is undoubtedly a bit inferior. Metal generates water, water generates wood, and wood generates fire. It is quite a grind in the middle. Excellent.
The method is of course to stimulate the nature of the mana. The metal mana directly connects to the white tiger star in the west and turns into the wind. The wind assists the fire. In this way, the fire element flying sword can be controlled by the metal energy.
However, Lu Zhengkang preferred another path.
Metal Qi is the essence of Qi. Once it has a form, it doesn’t matter what kind of material it is filled with.
He learned how to make wine from Uncle Sixth Master, and poured all his magic power into the newly planted wheat in the field. It was not much, just half an acre of land. Most of the wheat died, and only a few survived.
It is about to mature and produces iron-gray wheat grains. In the middle of winter, there is a thick layer of snow on the ground, but the wheat stalks stick out of the snow and are six feet high, almost as tall as an adult.
Lu Zhengkang picked the wheat and counted it. There were 3,721 grains in total. These wheat grains were almost iron sand and had no chance of germination. He planned to make wine from all the sand. This was also a miracle of nature.
The impossible is possible.
Soak these wheat grains in thunder water and peel them, steam them with chalcedony milk on the earth's core fire veins, then let them cool, add distiller's yeast, put them into a pottery jar, make a pit, and wait for fermentation.
During this period, all the spiritual energy Lu Zhengkang breathed out every day was used to warm the wine jar, which was only two feet in diameter. After a week, his body had lost weight visibly to the naked eye.
In addition, he had very little mana that he could use every day, and he was swaying when he was flying in the clouds. Qing Ningzi knew that he was practicing, so he asked him to retreat quietly at the Dengxiantai, and ran to Red Tower every day with his shaky body.
The object is really unnecessary.
They also communicated with each other, but the frequency was not high. They wrote one letter every three or two days, and it was mainly Qing Ningzi who sent the letters. She was quite busy. Lu Zhengkang just sat on the ridge holding a wine jar with nothing to do every day.
Like a pregnant girl who is nine months pregnant.
Qing Ningzi ridiculed him in the letter and called him a heartless person.
"...You actually have more contact with my senior brother."
"The purpose of writing to your senior brother is to make innuendo. Every letter asks about your current situation."
"Then why don't you send the letter now?"
"You are already my wife, so there is no need to worry about me anymore."
Qing Ningzi was angry and did not send him another letter for more than ten days. Lu Zhengkang was a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. He still sat on the edge of the field holding the jar and looked at his farmland.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, and it will be very lively. There will be banquets in the Kunlun Palace. The three younger generations in the Dengxiantai will take care of themselves, and the older generation will go to the main peak to eat with the ancestors. There are also a few tables in the Sky Cloud Tower.
, in the middle of the night, the middle waves of the Kunlun Palace would go to congratulate each other with the guests. During the whole process, the three happy queens on the Immortal Platform were completely ignored.
This is also said to be traditional.
Because none of the three people of this generation has officially announced that they have joined the Kunlun Palace. From a process perspective, they have to wait until the Immortal Fate Conference to be recognized by the cultivation world. In this regard, even the best sect in the world must abide by the rules. Likewise,
, this is also an honor. Not all sects are qualified to have colleagues receive gifts and receive disciples.
Traditionally, newly promoted Taoist sects such as Qinglian Sword Sect do not have this kind of treatment, and evil sects usually act secretly and do not behave like this. The people who come to the Immortal Fate Conference this time are mainly some well-known decent sects and casual cultivators.
, there are not many disciples of the Demon Sect. If they want to participate in the Dharma Assembly, they will only squeeze in time before the Dharma Assembly starts.
This is not to say that these crooked ways are really that big, but mainly to avoid suspicion. Good and evil do not coexist, and the world rewards good and punishes evil, so there is no reason for the demons and demons to be executed when they wander around.
There is no need to follow the rules of the evil sect. It is indeed common for everyone to go to bed together.
In any case, Lu Zhengkang still had to prepare a meal tonight, and he promised his uncle that he would only live one day a year without eating grains, so he planned to use this opportunity on New Year's Eve.
He had been preparing for this meal for three days. There was plenty of fishing and hunting, and it would only take this night to reward the five internal organs temple.
The dining tables are all newly built, because there is really no room for the sixty dishes without a new table.
Lu Zhengkang cooked fifty-three traditional dishes, and the remaining seven were his own innovations. It would be a pity not to have to cook with magic.
Seeing that noon had arrived, he stood up from the field and returned to Xuanyouzi's hut to start preparing meals. While he was busy, Xuanyouzi ran in and said, "Junior brother, your good girl has sent you another message."
Lu Zhengkang freed up his hand and unfolded the ruler. After a closer look, Qing Ningzi said that he would be attending the banquet tonight and might be "very busy". He also wished Lu Zhengkang a happy New Year's Eve and good food and drink. This girl was angry.
It's been a while, but a letter suddenly came to me today. Lu Zhengkang laughed when he read it, and replied, saying that he would meet in the evening, and asked the girl to save some food, and prepared a midnight snack for her.
Dinner is naturally a reunion dinner for Lu Zhengkang, Xuan Youzi and Tao Ranzi.
Xuan Youzi said with a straight face, "Ahem, before dinner begins, as usual, it's up to me, the senior brother, to say a few words."
Tao Ranzi silently put down his chopsticks and stared at him with disgust. Lu Zhengkang took the lead in applauding, and Xuan Youzi also applauded with joy. The two looked at each other and smiled, like two big fools.
"This year, we welcome a new disciple, my third disciple of the twenty-fifth generation of Kunlun Palace, a genius of swordsmanship, master of cooking, and practitioner of early marriage, that is... Lu Zhengkang!"
Tao Ranzi laughed so hard that he almost fell under the table.
Lu Zhengkang and Xuan Youzi looked at each other in confusion, wondering what was so funny about it.
The two old men, who were both shameless and shameless, shrugged at each other. Xuan Youzi coughed and said, "No more nonsense, let's eat!"
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In the middle of the night, Lu Zhengkang was waiting in the familiar sinkhole with his food box.
However, there was a little demon, a little flying squirrel, who came earlier than Qing Ningzi. He came specifically to thank Mr. and Mrs. Lu Zhengkang. The Huangya Dan given to him by Qing Ningzi helped him greatly improve his skills, and he was about to take the second time.
Overcome the catastrophe of transformation.
Lu Zhengkang thought of Ni Xingyun, the demon horse who lived a carefree life in the Wutong world. He often advised Ni Xingyun not to go through the catastrophe of transformation early, but the little demon in front of him was born with poor abilities and did not look very prominent.
To inherit the bloodline, it is better to overcome the disaster as early as possible.
Just when he had nothing to do, Lu Zhengkang smiled and said, "My lover gave you a pill. I can't be stingy and give you a fortune. However, please wait for a while. I don't have much magic power now. Wait.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will help you overcome the catastrophe of transformation."
The flying squirrel demon was full of surprises and kowtowed to Lu Zhengkang several times. This little guy kowtowed without making any noise.
Qing Ningzi laughed as soon as he came, "You bullied someone again? How can you ask it to recognize you as its ancestor for no reason? And you still do such a great gift."
Chapter completed!