Song Xuan's strength is improving, and Song Qian has also greatly improved as she comprehends the Lianhua Baojian.
The reason why he has been able to advance rapidly in cultivation is because he possesses the external skill of Pure Yang Wuji Boy's Skill. The shortcomings of most of the skills in this world can be ignored and can become his nourishment.
As for Song Qian's improvement in cultivation, there is some metaphysics involved.
Even Song Xuan himself couldn't guess what his sister would cultivate next, or what level she would be promoted to.
One day in the future, he would not be surprised at all even if Song Qian slapped her with a palm and was frozen for thousands of miles.
There is absolutely no reason for people who are being chased by God to feed them.
Sometimes Song Xuan would also think.
Is it because he traveled through time and brought great luck with him, so Song Qian, the sister who grew up with him since childhood, was blessed by luck and became the daughter of luck?
Or is Song Qian originally the daughter of destiny in this world, a destined person favored by God, and she traveled through time and was attracted by destiny, so she became her brother?
Song Xuan couldn't guess which situation it was, but it wasn't important. He only needed to know that he was awesome now and would be even better in the future.
As for Song Qian, he doesn't need to worry too much, just grow wild and God will have his own arrangements.
"Brother, what is the Geng Gold Sword Qi you just talked about?" Song Qian touched her neck and felt that there was still a sharp aura floating around.
She knew that Pure Yang Qi was the special Qi cultivated by her brother's Tong Zi Kung, and it was extremely impressive, but this was the first time she had heard her brother mention the Geng Gold Sword Qi.
"A kind of sword energy that comes from practicing the art of chewing iron."
"ah?"
Song Qian exclaimed, a little worried: "Then you, you are not going to become a big fat man, are you?"
"No, those side effects have no effect on me."
"That's good!" Song Qian breathed a sigh of relief, then folded her arms and muttered: "Actually, there seems to be nothing wrong with you becoming a fat man."
Song Xuan: "?"
"Hehe!" Song Qian giggled and said, "Didn't you say before that false support is welcomed at the peak, and devout believers are witnessed at dusk.
I'm actually curious, if you really become a fat man and are not as handsome as you are now, will those women who admire you still have any thoughts about you? "
Song Xuan touched his chin, "What you said seems to make sense. How about I die first and see who is willing to be a widow for me?"
"Bah, bah, bah!" Song Qian rolled her eyes, "What are you talking about?"
"Ha ha!"
With his strength improved, Song Xuan was in a good mood. After chatting and joking, the brother and sister went down the mountain and entered the city.
After bathing and changing clothes, and having a delicious meal in Zuixianju, Victoria Song stretched out comfortably.
She has been a foodie since she was a child, and she loves food very much. She spent a month in seclusion in the mountains, spending most of her time just picking some wild fruits, and she was already very greedy.
After eating and drinking, it was getting dark and it started to rain outside. Song Qian yawned, "Brother, I'm going back to my room to rest. If I have anything to do, we'll talk tomorrow!"
Song Xuan nodded, stood in front of the window, looked at the rain curtain outside, and couldn't help but stare for a moment.
Ever since he advanced to the Xiantian realm, Song Xuan was extremely sensitive to murderous intentions.
The moon was dark and the wind was high, and it was still raining in the sky, but even if there was a steady drizzle falling, it still couldn't cover up the faint murderous intention hidden in the streets outside.
Song Xuan smiled slightly and fell out of the window. Because of the rain, there were very few people on the street. Even if there were a few passers-by, they would all hurriedly leave with umbrellas.
"Chestnuts, fragrant and sweet sugar-roasted chestnuts!"
At the corner of the street, there was a stooped old woman, carrying a basket, hawking while walking, coughing from time to time.
She was wearing an old blue linen dress, which was covered with patches. It could be seen that her life was very poor, and she had to go out to make a living even on this rainy night.
"Roasted chestnuts with sugar!"
The old woman hunched over and got closer and closer to Song Xuan. She looked at him expectantly and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Young man, do you want to buy some roasted chestnuts? The chestnuts just out of the oven are fragrant and sweet. Look at it. , and it’s still steaming.”
Song Xuan took a look at the chestnuts that were still steaming. He had to say that the chestnuts were really well fried, looked great, and had a hint of sweetness.
Song Xuan glanced at her with a half-smile, "Old man, what do you call me?"
The old woman coughed twice and said, "People in the village call me Grandma Xiong. Young man, if you don't mind, you can call me that too."
Song Xuan laughed twice, "How do you sell these chestnuts?"
"It's only ten cents a pound. It's fragrant and sweet. Can you buy some, sir?" Grandma Xiong's voice sounded pleading, as if her family urgently needed her to make money.
Seeing that Song Xuan was silent, she added, "Master, if you don't believe it, you can try one first. If it's neither sweet nor fragrant, I won't charge you."
"OK!"
Song Xuan looked unsuspecting as he casually picked out a chestnut from the basket, peeled it off and put it directly into his mouth.
"how is the taste?"
Grandma Xiong looked expectant.
"It's really fragrant and sweet. I have to say, old man, your technique of roasting chestnuts is really good, but..."
"But what?"
"But the poison in your chestnuts is a little too strong. Others mixed the chestnuts with poison, but you stuffed a chestnut into the poison. The poison is too strong and destroys the original fragrance of the chestnuts."
Grandma Xiong's face was startled, a little incredulous, "Young man, you are going to die now, but you still care about whether the chestnuts taste good or not?"
"Why not?"
Song Xuan looked as normal and said with a smile: "Such a good-looking chestnut, wouldn't it be a pity to waste it?"
Grandma Xiong had a look of emotion on her face, "You are the first one to praise the delicious taste of my chestnuts. Those who have eaten my chestnuts have not cursed me before they died. It is the first time I have met someone as calm as you." arrive.
What a pity. If I had known you were so discerning, I wouldn’t have killed you. Alas, what a pity..."
Song Xuan smiled, and under Grandma Xiong's astonished gaze, he picked up another chestnut, peeled it off and put it into his mouth, tasting it leisurely.
When Grandma Xiong saw this, a kind look appeared on her face, "Eat, eat more. Once you are full, you can go on the road without having to starve to death."
After eating three chestnuts in a row, Song Xuan clapped his hands and said: "The poison of your chestnuts is indeed quite good. I estimate that the poison in one chestnut can kill twenty or thirty strong men. In order to kill me, It’s a bit of a waste to use so much poison!”
Even if Grandma Xiong reacted slowly, she still noticed something unusual at this moment. Her toes were a little bit on the ground, and she quickly retreated, wanting to leave this place.
But the next moment, a slender and powerful palm pressed on her shoulder at some point.
"Aunt Gongsun, where are you going?"
