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Jiang Chuan lay lazily on the bed, took out a few novels given by Wang Jun, and read them with gusto.

On the table in front of him, there are roasted chicken, roasted goose, braised pig's trotters, roasted lamb's trotters, and cold peanuts.

Not long after, Han Luo walked in, took out two full large jars from the storage bag, and placed them on both sides of the table.

"Sour plum soup, not bad." Jiang Chuan opened the lid and smelled it, feeling very satisfied.

He doesn't like to drink. Without carbonated drinks, sour plum soup can barely rank at the top of his mind.

But he was satisfied, but Han Luo's face across from him was full of dissatisfaction.

"Brother, are you having a fever and are you confused?"

We clearly agreed to compete in swordsmanship, but ended up going there for one day and quitting. So wouldn't the spiritual stones used to get through the other disciples on duty have been wasted?

And in order to get this table of named signature dishes for Jiang Chuan, he had to travel to three counties and five small towns in succession before he could barely get it together.

Although there was a reason why he was in the wrong place, the effort it took was real.

Jiang Chuan ignored him, scooped up a bowl of soup and took a big sip.

“It would be better if there was more ice, bad review.”

Han Luo's mouth twitched, his eyes fell on the novel with a few oily fingerprints on it, and he frowned.

"Jade Pear"

Isn't this a novel that Junior Sister Li told me a few days ago? It talks about talented men and beautiful women, and the love affairs between men and women.

You, a grown-up man, are actually watching this?

Han Luo looked extremely excited.

"If you have nothing to do, please leave first. I'm still busy reading. It's very uncomfortable for you to be stuck here like a stake." Jiang Chuan spat out a chicken bone and waved his hand.

"Are you not planning to participate in the inner sect competition?" As a brother, Han Luo felt that he could not just watch Jiang Chuan fall. At least for the sake of those hundreds of spiritual stones, he had to persuade him.

advise.

"Participate!" Jiang Chuan glanced at him and then looked at the thing in his hand.

"Then you still don't practice and work hard to improve your cultivation?" Han Luo asked again.

"I'm practicing!" Jiang Chuan was stunned for a moment, and then said with an unpredictable expression:

"Actually, I am cultivating my mind."

Please forgive him for not having any lofty ideals.

As long as I can eat well, drink well, and read novels to pass the time, I will feel very happy.

He still remembered the scene when he told Patriarch Denglong about his true thoughts, but the other party didn't respond for a long time.

"Forget it, I don't care anymore." Han Luo also felt helpless and said:

"I'll talk to Senior Brother Ning."

With that said, he left the Suoe Cave and went to Shuiyun Peak.

Jiang Chuan spread his hands, spit out another bone, and swayed with his legs crossed, looking indescribably comfortable.

Since he was five years old, after learning cultivation knowledge from Ning Que, he has never smelled meat again. All he eats is Bigu Pills and all he drinks is Spiritual Spring Water.

Without the elixirs that Master sent from time to time as supplements, Jiang Chuan felt that he would not be able to escape even if he had symptoms of "malnutrition".

After joining the Yunshui Sect, I had never even seen these things. I only heard people talking about them occasionally, so I secretly noted the place with drooling eyes, thinking about when to taste them.

Unexpectedly, being locked up in the evil cave this time, I was satisfied all at once.

After a meal, all the things on the table disappeared. Jiang Chuan sucked his oily hands, used the water-calling technique to briefly wash himself, and then lay down on the stone bed and fell asleep.

This is the method of "penetrating into the subtleties" of understanding that Patriarch Denglong taught him.

Let go of the rules, break free, find your true heart, and act accordingly.

A purr sounded.

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Jiang Chuan had been coming here like this for a month. Seeing that there was only more than half a month left before the sect competition, Ning Que finally couldn't sit still anymore and followed Han Luo to the Evil Lock Cave.

"What's going on?" Ning Que frowned when he saw Jiang Chuan's clothes were dirty and stained with oil stains.

"Nothing." Jiang Chuan rubbed his eyes, yawned and sat up.

"You haven't practiced recently?" Ning Que asked again.

"I've been practicing, haven't I?" Jiang Chuan didn't seem to notice Ning Que's increasingly serious face.

"Okay, then you memorize the "Yun Shui Jing" again." Ning Que looked ugly and said in a deep voice.

Yunshuijing?

Jiangchuan thought about it and recited it stumbledly. There were many omissions in it, and some were even made up out of order, by piecing together fragments of sentences from "The Treasure Scroll of Fish and Dragon" and "The Treasure of Five Clouds".

The atmosphere suddenly solidified, and even Han Luo noticed something was wrong.

Ning Que couldn't help but take a serious look at Jiangchuan.

In his memory, the junior disciple who followed him was always very sensible and well-behaved, followed the rules, never made mistakes, and was also extremely diligent in practicing, almost walking on thin ice, never daring to slack off in the slightest.

The scene in front of me is really difficult to relate to the mature young man from before.

Ning Que even wondered whether the Bai family had cast some evil spell to harm Jiang Chuan.

"Senior Brother, can you tell me why you want to practice?" Jiang Chuan was very curious about this.

Ning Que's expression changed.

This seemingly simple question is actually a bit complicated.

"Become a strong man." Han Luo said from the side.

"What will you do after you become a strong man?" Jiang Chuan asked again.

"Of course it's immortality!" Han Luo said the answer that more than 99% of the monks in the world of immortality would give.

"What do you want to achieve immortality? Are there any benefits to immortality?" Jiang Chuan then asked.

Han Luo was immediately speechless.

Everyone in the world says that immortality is good, but they can’t explain why.

"When it comes to longevity, who can compare to the tortoise in the sea? They can live for thousands of years, but no one wants to be a tortoise!"

Jiang Chuan shook his head.

"Then what do you mean by practicing?" Han Luo asked, feeling a little unhappy at being asked.

"Like you, it's to become stronger." Jiang Chuan was very honest.

"What happens after you become stronger?"

Jiang Chuan looked solemn, stood with his hands behind his hands, looked in the direction of the iron window, as if the whole world was in his eyes, and said leisurely:

"I heard that there is an ancient demon saint in the east of the East China Sea, an ancient alien species, with delicious meat and abundant spiritual power, which is not inferior to any immortal family's spiritual roots.

"When I succeed in my cultivation, I will slaughter some and go to the south of the South China Sea to cook a barbecue with the immortal fire.

"If you can't finish eating, you can freeze in the polar cold cave north of the North Sea and drink some fairy dew on the Chengtian Immortal Platform.

"When the time comes, after eating and drinking enough, I will have the strength to go to the west of the Western Sea and take a walk in the abyss of all demons to eat. I will also be able to fight demons with my sword and show my style.

“If you feel tired on the way, you can go to Tianmen Dragon Palace, take a dip in the Hualong Pond, and take a rest in the Emperor Dragon Palace.

"By the way, I must go to the Nine Sects and Six Sects, borrow their Xuan Gong Heavenly Book, and then just read novels to pass the time.

“If you can do this, your life will be worthwhile.

"From today on, I will work hard to achieve these goals."

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