Vol 7 Chapter 829: It's new year's eve again

On the sixteenth of the twelfth lunar month, Lu Zhengkang was standing on the hillside, flying swords and scarlet dragons dancing between the sleeves of his robe, the red light was extinguished, but it was always dim. Protested. Lu Zhengkang had no choice but to put the flying sword away.
Huo Ke Jin, usually like this, the golden magic power is not suitable for transporting the fire flying sword, even the flying sword of the fire family is not originally prepared for sword immortals, but for those who practice Qi.
Lu Zhengkang has already deduced the essence of the rotation of the five elements, but the transformation of mana to adapt to the flying sword is undoubtedly a bit inferior. Gold produces water, aquatic wood, and wood produces fire. It's quite slow to turn around in the middle. The superior method is of course to inspire the nature of mana. The golden mana directly draws the western white tiger stars into the meaning of the mana, transforms the wind force and the wind assists the fire, so that the golden mana can be used to control the fire system flying sword.
However, Lu Zhengkang prefers the other way.
Jin Xing Qi is the essence of Qi. With form, it doesn't matter what kind of material is filled.
He learned how to make wine from Uncle Six, and instilled all his mana into the newly planted wheat in the ground, not much, just half an acre of land. Most of the wheat died, and the remaining part was very It is about to mature and bear grains of iron-grey wheat. In winter, there is a thick layer of snow on the ground, but the wheat stalks are up to six feet high, about the same as an adult.
Lu Zhengkang picked the wheat and counted it, totaling 3,721. These wheat grains are almost iron sand and there is no possibility of germination. He intends to make wine from these sands, which is also a miracle of good fortune, making the impossible possible.
Soak these wheat grains in thunder water and peel them, steam them on the heart of the earth with chalcedony milk and let them cool. Put them in a pottery pot and leave them to ferment.
During this period of time, Lu Zhengkang's daily aura was used to warm up this wine jar, which was no more than two feet away. A week later, his body was thinner with naked eyes.
In addition, he can call very little mana every day, and he sways when the clouds are flying. Qing Ningzi knew that he was cultivating, so he told him to quietly retreat in Dengxiantai. Every day with his shaky body, he ran Chilou to see the object, which was really unnecessary.
They also communicate with each other, but the frequency is not high, one letter every three or two days, and it is mainly Qingningzi sending letters, she is still relatively busy, Lu Zhengkang just sits on the ridge with nothing to do every day holding the wine jar, and Like a pregnant woman who was pregnant for nine months.
In the letter, Qing Ningzi ridiculed him as a negative person.
"...You do have more contact with my senior brother."
"The purpose of writing to your senior brother is to be side-by-side. Every letter asks about your current situation."
"Then why don't you send the letter now?"
"Qing is already my best friend, so don't worry about it anymore."
Qing Ningzi was angry and didn't send him a letter for more than ten days. Lu Zhengkang is a dead pig and is not afraid of boiling water. He still sits on the edge of the field holding a jar, looking at his farmland.
Tonight is New Year’s Eve, and it will be very lively, and there will be banquets at Kunlun Palace. The three juniors in Dengxiantai will solve it by themselves. The previous generation will go to the main peak to have a meal with the patriarchs. The Sky Cloud Tower will also set up a few tables. In the middle of the night, the Zhonglangs of Kunlun Palace will go to congratulate each other with guests. During the whole process, the three happy waves on the Sendai platform were completely ignored.
This is said to be traditional.
Because the three people of this generation have not officially announced to join the Kunlun Palace, from the perspective of the process, they have to be recognized by the spiritual world after the Fairy Fate Conference. This, even if it is the No. 1 school in the world, must abide by the rules, the same. , This is also an honor. Not all sects are qualified to let colleagues see the ceremony and receive disciples. New sects like Qinglian Sword Sect do not have this kind of treatment. Evil sects usually act secretively and do not do so. Yes, it's mainly also some well-known decent sects and side sects. There are not many demons. If they want to participate in the Fa conference, they will only come under pressure before the Fa conference begins.
It's not that these evil ways are really such a big air, mainly to avoid suspicion. There is no balance between right and evil. This world rewards good and punishes evil, so there is no reason why the evil spirits will be executed justice.
Why don't you have to talk with evil ways and rules? It is indeed common for everyone to stand shoulder to shoulder.
In any case, Lu Zhengkang still has to prepare a meal tonight, and promised the master, that he will only stop bigu one day a year, and he intends to use this opportunity on New Year's Eve.
For this meal, he prepared for three days, rich in fishing and hunting, and rewarding the five internal organs for the work of the temple depends on this night.
The dining tables are all new, because there are sixty dishes without a new table.
Lu Zhengkang cooked 53 traditional dishes in a satisfactory manner, and the remaining seven dishes were his own innovations. It's really a pity not to use spells for cooking.
Seeing that it was noon, he also 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, your good girl has sent you a letter again."
Lu Zhengkang took a shot, unfolded the ruler, and took a closer look. Qing Ningzi said that he was going to attend tonight, and might be "very busy", and wished Lu Zhengkang a happy New Year's Eve and good food and drink. The girl has been angry for a while, and today suddenly came a letter. Lu Zhengkang read it and smiled, and replied a letter saying that she would meet at the next time and asked the girl to save her stomach and prepare a supper for her.
The dinner was naturally a reunion dinner for the three of Lu Zhengkang, Xuanyouzi, and Tao Ranzi.
Xuan Youzi sternly said, "Ahem, before the meal, as usual, it is my master brother who should say a few words."
Tao Ranzi silently put down his chopsticks ~EbookFREE.me~ staring at him with disgusting eyes, Lu Zhengkang took the lead and applauded, Xuanyouzi happily followed and applauded, and the two looked at each other and laughed, like two big fools.
"This year, we welcome a new fellow, my third disciple of the 25th generation of Kunlun Palace, a kendo genius, a master chef, and an early marriage practitioner, that is...Lu Zhengkang!"
Tao Ranzi laughed so hard that he almost fell under the table.
Lu Zhengkang and Xuanyouzi looked at each other, puzzled, and didn't know where they were so funny.
Two shameless old men shrugged each other, Xuanyouzi coughed, "Don't talk nonsense, let's have dinner!"
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In the middle of the night, Lu Zhengkang was waiting in the familiar sinkhole with his food box.
However, it was a little demon, a little flying squirrel, who came earlier than Qingningzi. He specially came to thank Lu Zhengkang's "couple". Qingningzi gave it Huangya Dan to help it improve its skills, and it will be the second time. Transformation and disaster.
Lu Zhengkang thought of Kui Xingyun. This demon horse lives in the phoenix world. He often advises Kui Xingyun not to cross the catastrophe early, but the little demon in front of him has poor roots, and he doesn't look so prominent. It’s better to cross the catastrophe as soon as possible.
Just when there is nothing to do, Lu Zhengkang laughed, "My lover gives you a pill, and I can't be stingy and give you a good luck, but if you wait for a while, I don't have much power in my body now, wait After the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will help you survive the disaster again."
The little flying squirrel demon was pleasantly surprised and knocked Lu Zhengkang a few heads. This little guy didn't make any noise.
Qing Ningzi smiled as soon as he came, "You bullied someone again? Why do you just tell him to recognize you as your ancestor? You still do this great gift."
Lu Zhengkang handed her the food box, "How can a good person like me bully the little demon?"
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