"I do have a few special dishes."

Song Zhi replied modestly, not daring to pretend too much, for fear of offending the sect leader in front of him again.

Wei Anran nodded and raised his left palm to the direction of the vegetable field.

A stream of black water emerged from her arm, turned into a black rope and extended quickly, then quickly shrank back.

When she spread her palms, she had one more...

egg.

"Hold it." Wei Anran held his hand forward.

After taking the egg and holding it in his hand, Song Zhi didn't understand the meaning, and thought for a long time before saying, "Is the Sect Master... want to eat egg custard tonight?"

"What egg custard! What nonsense are you talking about? Hold it with one hand!" Wei Anran didn't expect that Song Zhi would be wrong and said angrily.

Song Zhi quickly stood up and held the egg with one hand.

"Catch me." Wei Anran spoke calmly.

Song Zhi was shocked. Why did the sect leader always make such unreasonable requests? But he did not dare to disobey the sect leader's will anymore, and immediately stretched out a claw and grabbed it.

Wei Anran slapped Song Zhi's hand off and shouted angrily: "I want you to hit me with the hand holding the egg!"

Song Zhi shrugged, with a embarrassed look on his claws, and then punched the sect leader with his fist.

Of course, no matter how he punched, it would be impossible to hit. Slowly, Song Zhi was a little anxious and his fist speed increased involuntarily.

Bar!

With a crisp sound, Song Zhi stopped and a light yellow liquid dripped from his fingers.

The egg is broken.

Wei Anran picked up an eggshell and said casually:

"When you pursue speed, you will be unable to control your strength, just like this egg, if you apply a little force, it will be unbalanced and shattered."

While speaking, Wei Anran summoned another egg and handed it to Song Zhi.

"Come again."

This time, after Song Zhi understood, he adjusted the rhythm of his punches, trying to relax his wrists when he stopped, so as not to crush the egg with too much force.

Bar!

With another crisp sound, Song Zhi stopped moving again. This time the eggs were sliding off from his hands and the egg liquid spilled all over the floor.

Wei Anran looked at Song Zhi's thoughtful look, nodded secretly, and asked, "Tell me, why is this happening?"

Song Zhi replied seriously: "Because I am too afraid of using too much force, I can't protect the eggs in my hand when I punched."

"That's true," Wei Anran nodded, turned his back, and took a special posture for talking about the great principles.

"I think that if you can use a sword, it does not mean that the sword agrees. The first step for a sword cultivator is to obtain the qualification to hold the sword."

"How can you control a sword if you can't even protect an egg?"

Wei Anran turned around and said lazily:

"What you have to do today is to protect an egg and punch three hundred times while trying. If you fail once, start over."

Then she raised her hands, and the dark tide surged, bringing countless eggs and a mess, and putting them in front of Song Zhi.

"If you want to become a sword cultivator, this is your first lesson."

After saying the last sentence, Wei Anran threw away the egg in his hand and walked towards the cottage without looking back.

Seeing the sect leader leaving directly and looking at the baskets of eggs in front of him, Song Zhi knew that it was the sect leader who was testing him.

Without supervision, it depends entirely on self-consciousness.

As night fell quietly, Song Zhi bent down, picked up an egg, and his eyes became firm, as if he had returned to the time when he failed the college entrance examination and was forced to enter the chef industry.

If I had a chance to change myself, I would try my best to seize it.

"One, two...thirty-five..." When the thirty-five strokes were played, the egg broke in his hand.

Without saying anything, Song Zhi picked up another egg.

"One, two, three..."

...

Just as Song Zhi was waving his fists like rain, a sage happened to pass by nearby.

"Well? Why are there people in this yard today?"

The one who spoke was Ji Hu. He was leaving his master and the third elder at this time. He was a little curious when passing by. After all, it seemed that he had never seen anyone since he entered the sect.

Thinking of this, Ji Hu tiptoed to the edge of the courtyard and glanced inside.

"Damn, what's the matter?" Ji Hu's eyes widened.

The yard was covered with egg liquid and eggshells, mixed together, and there was a person standing on it and punching?

Bar!

An egg flew out of the man's hand, drew a beautiful arc, and a sunflower bloomed on the ground.

"Ahhhh!"

Song Zhi was so angry that he kicked his legs on the spot, and his mentality was a little broken. This time he had already waved it for 200 times, but he was very close to success, but he didn't expect that he could not stabilize it in the end.

Small eggs, big skills.

It's indeed not such a simple test!

After breathing, Song Zhi stretched out his trembling hand to an egg again, but unexpectedly this time he was blocked by another generous hand.

Song Zhi looked in confusion and it turned out to be Ji Hu, why is he here?

Ji Hu held Song Zhi's wrist and looked at his wet hair and haggard lips. His two thick eyebrows were tied together and asked in a deep voice:

"Why... are you having fun here?"

"You're just playing tricks, don't disturb me in practice." Song Zhi pulled out his wrist, pushed Ji Hu away, and waved his fist again as if he was tireless.

Ji Hu saw Song Zhi's serious look when he kept wielding his fists. Although he couldn't guess what he was practicing, he was indeed practicing.

It turns out that Brother Song is also such a hardworking person?

"Brother Song, it is useless to punch the air. Why not practice with you?" Ji Hu suggested.

Song Zhi stopped and looked at Ji Hu in surprise.

This is a way. When you punch in the air, you always feel that you have no goal and it is difficult to clear your own strength. However, when you punch the sect leader before, you obviously felt that the feedback was very strong.

"Can I?" Song Zhi wiped his sweat and spoke softly.

Seeing Song Zhi sweating profusely at this time, his hair was tightly pressed against his white skin, Ji Hu said dullly:

"Yes, yes, of course!"

Dong!

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhi hit Ji Hu in the face with a muffled fist, knocking him back two steps, looking confused.

"Why don't you hide?"

Song Zhi was shocked. What was this guy going on? I could hit it, and the egg in my hand was almost broken.

Ji Hu covered his face and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Come again!"

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

In this way, the two fought from night to dawn. Before dawn came, Song Zhi finally took back his already convulsive arm.

Looking at the intact eggs in his hand, Song Zhi almost couldn't help crying.

"three hundred..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned back. Fortunately, Ji Hu stepped forward and held him in one step so that he would not have a concussion.

Looking at Song Zhi who was sleeping peacefully in his arms and with a satisfied smile on his lips, Ji Hu also smiled as he silly.

"It turns out that Brother Song is such a martial arts fool. Ji is so clumsy and treats you as a woman. From then on, we brothers will be like each other."

The undercurrent was surging, and Wei Anran quietly poked his head out from behind them. The defenseless Ji Hu was startled by the woman who suddenly appeared, and he started to stand up.

Looking at Song Zhi who was tired on the ground, Wei Anran smiled with relief and said in a soft voice: "If you want to be noble in front of others, you will suffer after you win. There is still a long way to go in the future..."

In fact, she has always observed Song Zhi’s every move, but she doesn’t need to be there in real life to do this.

Then, she looked at Ji Hu in confusion: "Who are you, is his Taoist partner?"
Chapter completed!