After eating the red-spotted tiger meat and black-horned ewe meat, Zhijianfeng had not tasted the delicious taste of large spiritual beasts for several days.

I usually hunt some wild black chickens, hares, and catch some crucian carp and freshwater abalone. Although the taste is good, there is too much meat and not enough meat.

Fulfilling one's filial piety is very important, but Xiao Ran is also a man and cannot be a vegetarian all the time. Occasionally he has to eat meat to have the strength to fulfill one's filial piety.

This Daomeng Falcon Falcon weighs over five hundred kilograms, enough to feed Zhijianfeng for several days!

In order to stew everything in one pot, Xiao Ran made a special trip to Zhujian Peak.

Master Tuogao helped him build a giant cauldron one foot wide, and he carried it all the way back. He felt that he was to blame for the end of the Dharma era, and he felt extremely guilty.

It wasn’t until I returned 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 falls.

The bonfire on Jianping was swaying, accompanied by the stars, emitting an intoxicating soft light.

The evening breeze blew slowly, stirring up the sound of pines, accompanied by the gurgling stream and the rustling of insects, playing a pastoral dusk song.

A large iron pot more than ten feet wide was placed on a bamboo platform three feet high.

Ling Zhouyue was personally responsible for the stew this time.

The high-pressure space stewing method is an extremely high-level cooking technique. It uses a powerful seal to compress space, air pressure and spiritual pressure to the limit. It can be understood as...

Pressure cooker.

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

Ling Zhouyue was very interested.

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

The green bamboo tube of wine is clamped in the lapel, and every now and then I lower my head and take a sip.

Her beautiful and handsome face, as beautiful as a picture scroll, was slightly reddish by the swaying firelight, and her hair on her temples was lifted by the mountain wind, unexpectedly showing a trace of softness.

Only the action of lowering her head to drink, like a crow throwing stones, exposed her naive nature.

Chuyan is responsible for watching the fire. By using the needle sword technique, he can control the fire power, fire shape and fire spirit with extreme precision.

Halfway through the soup, the rich falcon fragrance filled the air, covering the entire Zhujian Peak in a blink of an eye, and quickly spread to the mountains.

Ling Zhouyue nodded.

"It's the taste of Tao Meng."

…

Three thousand miles to the east of Zongzhi Mountain, in the wild land on the edge of the Fire Kingdom, there is a mountain that once towered into the sky. It was cut off by a sword, and a small fairy city was built on the cross section——

East Floating City.

As the headquarters of the Dao League, Dongfu City is only a ten-mile radius. It is dotted with buildings and crisscrossed streets. As a fairy city, it can be considered complete.

The Dao League controls the entire True Spirit Continent with hundreds of similar fairy cities.

However, Dongfu City is close to Zongzhi Mountain, one of the five gangsters, 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 Daomeng 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 go directly to the Dao Alliance headquarters. It is extremely expensive to build and will not be easily activated unless there is an emergency.

The top floor is the Tiancai Courtyard, and the second top floor is the reception room.

The third floor is where Dongfu's leader lives and works.

Study room, in front of the long desk.

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

His beard is as short and as hard as a thorn, and he wears a seven-foot-long sword at his waist, half a foot wide. He is powerful and powerful, and his whole body exudes strong hormones.

It's a pity that he has a pair of panda eyes, with droopy eyelids and heavy bags under his eyes, which gives people the feeling of overindulging and never getting up again.

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

There was a tall black clay pot on his chest, filled with bright red berries, almost overflowing with berries.

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

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

"come in."

"yes."

Black Stone pushed open the door and entered.

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

Li Wuxie could tell at a glance that Hei Shi was feeling guilty.

"Tell me, what mistake did you make?"

Black Stone told the truth.

"My subordinate just went to Zongzhi Mountain and met Xiao Ran, the direct disciple of Ling Zhouyue from Zhijian Peak who attended the Sword Carrying Conference half a month after meeting with the disciple."

"Ling Zhouyue..."

Hearing this name, Li Wuxie looked up and recalled, his thick eyebrows slightly frowning.

"Is this troublesome woman originally in Zongzhi Mountain?"

Blackstone is ashamed, how little information you have!

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

"Yeah?"

"Just ten days ago, Elder Lingzhou destroyed an underground gambling house in Dongfu City and took away all the spiritual stones. Because that gambling house did violate the rules, we can't hold her accountable."

Li Wuxie held the black clay pot in both hands, his eyebrows drooping and becoming more and more dull.

"Three days later at the Sword-Inheriting Conference...am I going to participate in such a troublesome event when I first come here? Is Dongfu City too quiet? Is it the local custom of silence in Dongfu?"

Black Stone shook his head.

"No, it was Zong Zhishan who deliberately blocked the news. He sent a secret letter to Xingtian Pavilion a few days ago to inform him of the matter. However, the chief executive never read the letter, so his subordinates took it upon themselves to inquire about it."

Li Wuxie half-raised his drooped eyelids.

"Did you bring the wine I gave you?"

Black Stone suddenly became nervous.

"That jar of wine... I gave it to Xiao Ran as a gift."

Xiao Ran?

Wasn't it given to Ling Zhouyue?

Li Wuxie didn't bother to ask any more questions.

"The wine is given to you. It belongs to you. You can give it to anyone. Why are you so panicked?"

Heishi gritted his teeth and said bravely:

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

Li Wuxie was stunned.

"What?"

Blackstone then recounted his experience at the Sword-bearing Peak.

From beginning to end, Li Wuxie kept his eyelids drooped, without any surprise. At the end, he just sighed:

"Looking at your naughty look, I thought you were a ghost, but I didn't expect you to be a loyal general of the Dao Alliance. It is also a blessing for Li to have you helping me in Dongfu City."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Heishi hurriedly bent down to bow, and after some polite words, he suddenly asked:

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

Li Wuxie stood up with the pot in hand and stood in front of the window, with a figure like a broad sword and droopy dark circles, looking out the window at the unfamiliar Dongfu City.

"Prepare a sword burial for the dead falcon."

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

…

Zhijianfeng, Jianping.

The soup is steaming and the aroma of bones overflows.
To be continued...