Chapter 127

At four o'clock the next day, Zhao Hanyun was pulled out of the quilt by Yan Jinlan and asked her to hand over the materials she soaked yesterday.

"Good morning, mom!" Although he didn't wake up, Zhao Hanyun didn't plan to go to sleep any more. After giving things to Yan Jinlan, Zhao Hanyun went into the space to practice.

Zhao Hanyun, who was called by Yuan Jingyi as the cultivation God, has now begun to explore. Since we want to continue to practice on the basis of the original, we can't continue to use the previous rank to measure ourselves. According to the messy memory in Zhao Hanyun's mind, we finally find a narrative about the strength ranking.

"I haven't got to build the foundation yet!" Zhao Hanyun is lying on the table, poking a small ball to make up for sleep, and the snow left by her. It's fun to have a round and hairy one.

According to the memory, Zhao Hanyun's current practice is the most common practice in the past, but this kind of comparative fork directly put the practice to the level of great God into it, and the level is divided into many levels: Kaiqiao, chuzhao, Zhuji, jiedan, distracted, Dongxu, Dujie, xiaoconsummate, dayuanman. This is the level of cultivation of immortals, as well as the level of cultivation of immortals, such as Dixian, Xuanxian Jin Xian, Tian Xian, Da Luo Shen Xian, Shen Jiang, Shen Di, Shen Huang and so on. In any case, Zhao Hanyun knows that he is a rookie. If he is really a master, he will kill you every minute.

"You are good, as long as sleep can rise level!" Looking at the little ball with a confused face, Zhao Hanyun envies these two guys. But as long as they sleep in the spring, they can directly increase their ability. For example, she is soaking in the spring every day, but it's just white. Her strength still has to be cultivated little by little.

After talking to himself for a long time, Xiao Qiu and Bai Xue are still sleeping in the dark. Zhao Hanyun is bored and goes to the spring to practice. The meridians have been doubled with Zhao Hanyun's efforts, but now they are more and more difficult. The rest are the most delicate meridians. If you don't care, they will stretch and break. Even if it hurts, you have to connect them through the spring, Then continue to build resilience.

"Hoo Zhao Hanyun has widened this meridian for a month and a half, and now he is less than 20 cm away. At this point, Zhao Hanyun is a little nervous.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spits out, and Zhao Hanyun's cultivation ends with the breaking of this vein. After sensing it, the little ball rushes out of the small bamboo house. Looking at Zhao Hanyun lying on the ground and the bright red in front of him, he says anxiously.

"Xiao yunyun, are you ok?" Familiar will spring water to Zhao Hanyun's mouth, watching her drink this just let go.

Zhao Hanyun drank some water, and after a while he sat up and tried his aura. It was still not smooth. It seemed that he was worried.

"I'm fine. I just got a fork in the air." Looking at the concerned little ball on his face and the snow white sitting beside him, Zhao Hanyun comforted him with a smile.

"That's the excuse every time!" Little ball is very dissatisfied, every time with the same excuse, no new ideas.

"Next time I'll say I've eaten too many tomatoes." Zhao Hanyun said with a smile: "I'm ok, really. Besides, you're not here. Will you look at me hanging here? "

"Don't be angry. I'll pay attention next time."

Zhao Hanyun himself will make the little guy angry, but also to persuade himself, suddenly feel that he gave himself a set.

"Let's go out and see if Mom's eight treasures porridge is ready." It's getting late. Zhao Hanyun thinks of the main thing today and cooks eight treasures porridge.

As soon as he got out of the room, Zhao Hanyun could smell a strong grain fragrance floating all over the room. He wanted to drink it.

"Mom, can you drink it?" Controlling the flowing saliva, Zhao Hanyun asks after Yan Jinlan.

"I've only been up for an hour. Have you agreed? It will take at least two hours to cook the ingredients thoroughly. Do you know Yan Jinlan was entangled by Zhao Hanyun, some can't bear to eat, directly took Zhao Hanyun out of the kitchen: "wait outside, OK, you will eat it naturally!"

Feeling his stomach, waiting for Yan Jinlan's porridge to be cooked, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. Zhao Jianguo and Zhao Hanyun sat at the table pitifully, waiting for Yan Jinlan to speak.

"Eat Each person has a bowl. The bowl is an ordinary bowl, but the porridge in it is not ordinary porridge. There are crystal clear white rice grains, mixed with milky white peanuts, red beans, red dates, boiled some red mung beans, and other kinds of nuts. There is a kind of feeling that is clearly a lot of things together, but it makes people know their feelings at a glance. I can't help but give a mouthful to my mouth, Zhao Hanyun's first stutter was peanuts and white rice. The feeling that the cooked glutinous peanuts and sticky rice grains were completely melted in his mouth made Zhao Hanyun's empty stomach suddenly protest. More, more.

"Delicious

"It's delicious!"

Father and daughter looked at each other, looked at each other's bowls, and then began to eat fast, as if someone wanted to grab it.

"Slow down, I've cooked a big pot, not enough!" Yan Jinlan specially used a big pot to boil most of the pot, and later everyone came to drink together.

slow down! Zhao Hanyun and his daughter did not listen. After eating a bowl, they asked for another bowl to continue.

"It's delicious!" If it wasn't for his stomach, Zhao Hanyun thought he could continue to eat more.

"I want another half bowl!" Zhao Jianguo discussed with Yan Jinlan, even if it was the fourth bowl.

"No way." Yan Jinlan is afraid that his father and daughter will have enough to eat, so she simply put away the bowl and let them go out to eat. She is not afraid to eat so much.

"Mom, decorate me in this pot." Zhao Hanyun put the thermos well, while Yan Jinlan was not in a hurry, he pulled Zhao Jianguo, who was planning to go back and steal a bite, and walked out: "Dad, pay attention to the image."

When Zhao Hanyun and Zhao Jianguo come back from strolling outside, Yuan Jingyi and Yan Jinlan have already finished eating. Yan Jinlan even brushes the pot clean, which makes Zhao Jianguo who plans to come back for more disappointed. He says he will have another half bowl.

Zhao Hanyun shakes his thermos to make sure that there is something in it. Then he carries it upstairs, avoiding Zhao Jianguo, lest his father, who is not enjoying himself, will find it.

"Snow white, you will take this to Zou later. Do you know?" Zhao Hanyun estimates the next time. Now Zou Li is still in the middle of the night. He asks Bai Xue to go back later, just to get up and drink in the morning.

"I see. You've said it three times." Snow White has some helplessness. She's just a little confused on the beautiful girl. She knows other things well!

"And this is for you." Zhao Han cloud out of two bowls, which are all kinds of fruit: "I don't know whether you like it or not, I'm afraid I take cooked eight treasure porridge to you will feel very strange, so prepared these."

They usually pay attention to their food intake, but they only eat a little, so Zhao Hanyun prepared a bowl and a sentence today, that is to say, you are welcome to eat any fruit in the future.

"Great!"

"At last we can have a big meal!"

Zhao Hanyun looked at the thermos on the table and the two guys who ate happily. Happy Laba Festival!