On Gongliang's right, the sacred light of Xuanlian cultivated by Mi Gu turned into a Xuanlian, wrapping her tightly. Neither the naked eye nor the consciousness could see the scene inside. Little did they know that the little one was now facing the sky, stretched out
Hands and feet, lying leisurely on the lotus pod transformed by the holy light, he fell asleep snoring.
Around her, countless silk threads that looked like dark green, faint blue, and dark black colors were entangled, turning and stopping, opening and closing, which was very strange.
Yuan Gungun is sitting on the left side of Gong Liang, and the Xuanlian transformed by the Xuanlian holy light is wrapped in it.
It's just that it's not as powerful as Migu, and its panda figure can still be seen from the outside.
Xiao Xiangxiang is sitting next to Yuan Gungun. Now he has also practiced the Xuanlian Holy Light, but his skill is still shallow. The mask formed by the Xuanlian Holy Light is only a thin layer, and it is still there, as if a gust of wind can blow it apart.
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The thin clouds and mist shrouding Gongliang continued to flow into the space between his eyebrows as he breathed.
In the sky above the space, a drop of clear moon dew condensed into the thickening white mist, dripped down and merged into the ice crystal jade dew cup.
As of today, the demand for Qingling Moon Dew from the Ice Crystal Jade Dew Cup has become dispensable.
After all, Qingling Moon Dew is just the condensed moonlight, and does not have as much energy as pure soul power. If it drips into the ice crystal jade dew cup, it is just a drop of water falling into the lake at best, and it cannot be condensed into even one petal.
Ice crystal jade dew is coming.
But Gongliang's soul body has already taken shape, and there is no longer any need for Qingling Yuelu to provide energy.
Besides, what he needs now is a large amount of pure soul power, and Qingling Moon Dew is no longer useful.
Now that the soul body and ice crystal jade dew cup are no longer as strong as before, the demand for Qingling Moon Dew is as strong as before.
Gongliang thought for a moment and then injected all the Qingling Moon Dew into his body.
He was doing two things at once, imagining the image of a giant rhinoceros looking at the moon and practicing the Twelve Refiners of the Dragon and Rhinoceros.
Now he has refined skin, meat, and tendons, and has reached the stage of bone refining. Because of the hardness of bones, refining with real fire at this level is becoming more and more difficult, and refining bones is more painful than refining skin, flesh, and tendons in the past.
It's unbearable and makes people want to go crazy.
If it weren't for his tenacious personality and the help of the clear spirit moon dew condensed by Yuehua, he would have gone crazy.
Now that the space between the eyebrows no longer needs Qingling Moon Dew, he just used all the Qingling Moon Dew to wash away the pain of refining the bones.
The chest and ribs are constantly being burned and refined by a true fire.
The ribs turned from blood red to blackened, then to crimson, and finally turned into the color of condensed white jade. The pain during this process cannot be explained clearly in a few words. Fortunately, with every trace of refining, clear spiritual moon dew falls in it, extinguishing the pain.
Unspeakable pain, and a mania that is almost crazy.
During the refining process, the true fire seems to be transforming bit by bit, becoming more and more powerful.
In a blink of an eye, it's another night.
Every day Gongliang and Migu practiced for a period of time and then went back to bed to sleep.
When Gongliang woke up in the morning, he saw that it was getting late and had to get up.
Mi Gu, who was lying on him, sensed that Daddy had woken up, and opened his big eyes to look at Daddy.
Gongliang kissed the little guy on the forehead, then placed her in the soft fur and continued to lie down. Then he got up and got dressed. The little guy squinted his eyes and smiled happily, turned over, and rolled himself up with the soft animal fur.
A cylinder, and fell asleep again.
The weather is cold now. Although the little one is not afraid, he always stays in bed for a while every day. After Gongliang has cooked the meal, he gets up and eats it.
Yan Jingshu, who was sleeping next to her, heard the sound and opened her eyes. Seeing that Gongliang had already gotten up to cook, she quickly got up to help.
"No, you can continue to sleep!" Gongliang said quickly.
But Yan Jingshu felt that a slave should have the duty of a slave. It was impossible for the master to do things while she was sleeping. Of course, if nothing happened, she could let the two sisters sleep a little longer, because they slept too much yesterday.
late.
They were fascinated by reading last night. If the young master hadn't surprised them by finishing his practice, they would probably have stayed until dawn.
Thinking of this, Yan Jingshu felt ashamed and secretly decided not to read at night again.
Breakfast is very simple, just plain porridge.
Gong Liang took a long spoon and stirred the five-color rice in the pot to prevent it from sticking to the pot.
Yan Jingshu helped burn the firewood, and her skillful hands and feet seemed to help her with a lot of work at home.
It is hard for outsiders to imagine that in the original home of Yan Shu, the censor Zhongcheng, in addition to the old servants who guarded the door, there were only two old women who helped with laundry and cooking, and not even a maid. Normally, the censor Zhongcheng’s wife often cooked, and her three daughters would take turns to help.
Firewood.
Others think this is a sign of self-indulgence, but Mrs. Zhongcheng, the censor, thinks this is an example of a husband and wife who work together to make the whole family happy.
But even so, he will inevitably be framed in the end and his house will be confiscated.
Things in the world are unpredictable, ruthless, and helpless, so much so.
Migu is very strange. Although he is sleeping wrapped in animal fur, he puts the end of the roll into a cylinder at the place where Baba is cooking porridge. From time to time, he shows his head to see if Papa's porridge is ready. Yuanyuan also wakes up, but
This idiot is still sleeping on his soft fur, and he won't get up until it's time to eat.
On the other hand, the two sisters, Yan Yanshu and Yan Yushu, are still fast asleep because they read too late last night.
The porridge was cooked quickly. Gongliang was too lazy to cook two portions today, so he simply cooked all the three-color rice.
The petite Jingshu was so busy that she was sweating profusely. When she saw that the porridge was finally finished, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Gong Liang turned around and smiled, and saw a few lines of black rouge smeared on his pretty face.
"Go wash up and wake up your sister for dinner."
"Um"
Jing Shu responded softly, lowered her head and walked to the bathroom. When she came to the mirror, she noticed the marks on her face. Thinking of Gong Liang's weird smile, her pretty face turned red with embarrassment.
If you eat porridge in the morning, the food is usually relatively simple, just white porridge with pickled animal meat.
It's just that the pickled beast meat now is of the level of monster beasts. The thin mortal bodies of the Yan sisters can't stand the essence contained in the beast meat, so Gongliang uses the previously pickled wild vegetables and adds it to the ordinary beast meat leftover from yesterday.
I fried them a plate of pickled vegetables and shredded pork with rice.
No one needed to call me. When Gongliang finished cooking the porridge, Mi Gu came out of the soft animal fur with a "whoosh", hugged Dad's neck, and rubbed Dad's face intimately. She liked Dad so much,
Daddy also likes her very much.
Yuan Gungun didn't even need to be called. When Gongliang finished frying the pickled vegetables and shredded pork and put them on the table, he immediately got up and quickly ran to the dining table to sit down.
Little Xiangxiang also jumped out of her panda fur and stood on the table, waiting for the meal.
Mi Gu also flew over quickly.
No one is more active in eating than them.
After Jingshu finished washing, she woke up her two sisters and got up to eat.
In the past, when they were eating, Gongliang would serve rice to Migu and the others, but later he would let them serve it themselves when they got too lazy. As Xiao Xiangxiang was relatively small, she couldn't serve the rice by herself, so the task of serving rice fell on her good friend Yuan Gunwan.
When the meal started, Mi Gu immediately flapped his wings to serve the porridge, and Yuan Guanwan also felt as if he was walking over with the basin, as if the porridge would be eaten if it was too late.
Yan Jingshu looked at it, quickly walked to the porridge pot, picked up a long spoon and served them porridge.
Jingshu is twelve years old, Yanshu is ten years old, and Yushu is eight years old.
The twelve-year-old is already very tall, but her figure is petite. It is difficult to hold the huge ladle, but she still firmly holds the ladle to serve rice porridge.
Mi Gu knew that she was the girl bought by Daddy, but the little guy didn't eat everything given by anyone. He tilted his little head and looked at Jingshu, then turned to look at Daddy.
Gong Liang nodded invisibly. Mi Gu then stretched out his bowl, or rather the bowl, to receive the porridge from Jing Shu, which was then round and round.
After serving the three of them, Jingshu came to Gongliang again and took his bowl to fill the porridge.
"I'll do it myself!" Gongliang said politely.
"Sir, please sit down and let me serve you." Yan Jingshu carried Gongliang's big bowl as big as a basin and walked over to fill the porridge.
Among everyone, Gong Liang and Yuan Guanwan had the largest appetites, so the bowls they ate from, oh, should be called basins, were also very large. Yan Jingshu held the basin by herself, while holding a large spoon to serve the porridge, which was a bit reluctant.
Yanshu and Yushu, who were sitting neatly at the table, looked at it and quickly ran to help their sister.
The two of them stretched out their little hands to carry a large bowl, and Jingshu filled the porridge. The three of them cooperated to quickly fill the bowl, and then they carried it together to Gong Liang's side.
After that, Jingshu began to serve her sister and herself.
Gong Liang nodded slightly.
When we started eating, the rice was round and fragrant. Even Gongliang himself used pickled monster meat with his rice, while the three sisters of the Yan family used the pickled pork shreds that Gongliang had just fried.
Nowadays, Gongliang does not pickle the animal meat himself, but leaves it all to the Long Bo people and the captured young men in the space. The big ones are taken care of by the Long Bo people, and the small ones are taken care of by the young men. Now these
People's craftsmanship is getting better and better, and the pieces of marinated animal meat are as white as jade and bright red as fire, and the taste is getting better and better. Before it comes to your nose, you can smell the smell of salty meat.
Yuan Gun Gun took a bite of the marinated animal meat, took a mouthful of rice, and was about to bite again.
Suddenly I smelled a scent, and when I looked up, it was coming from the pickled vegetables and shredded pork in front of the three sisters of the Yan family.
After smelling the pickled animal meat in his hand, and then smelling the aroma wafting over him, Yuan Guanwan felt that the pickled shredded meat tasted better, so he cried out: "Gongliang, I want to eat that dish."
"Don't you have pickled animal meat? Why do you need that vegetable?" Gongliang said angrily.
"I want it." Yuan Gungun cried out unreasonably.
Mi Gu also said beside him: "Dad, I also want to eat vegetables. They are fragrant and smell good."
After saying that, the little guy took a deep sniff.
Xiao Xiangxiang turned around and looked at it. Everyone wanted it. If she didn't want it, it would be too unsocial, so she started to cry "Ouch" softly.
Gongliang rolled his eyes when he heard this. These guys didn't want to eat shredded pork and pickled vegetables. They were obviously suffering from pinkeye. They didn't have the ones they had, and he was jealous. He didn't bother to talk about them. Anyway, he fried a big pot of shredded pickled vegetables and pork, and even gave them to him.
They still had a lot to eat, so they picked up the shredded pickled vegetables and pork in front of the three Yan sisters, gave them a pile each, and then put them back.