Cao An's cooking skills are as good as those of a Taoist priest. They were honed day by day during his years as a Taoist priest, and his skills only improved over time. When it comes to cooking, his talent is not high, but his keen perception is Cooking makes you blind.
Fortunately, he had many brothers who were willing to test poison rather than cook, so in the end, he, a guy with no talent for cooking, developed muscle memory and cooked well, but this This is also his limit.
Now that I'm back to my old business, I feel a little nostalgic for some reason.
Xiao Daoqing was at the age when he was curious about everything. He lay on the side of the stove and watched Cao An cooking. This was a set of cuisine that was completely different from what he had learned and used every day. His big, watery eyes were full of excitement. It's a look of curiosity.
"Here, Xiao Daoqing, bring the dishes, a plate of stir-fried baby cabbage."
"Xiang, it looks so beautiful."
"Remember what I just made? You can make it yourself if you want to eat it in the future."
"remember."
"A plate of braised rabbit."
"One serving of loofah and egg soup."
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After a while, the table was filled with three dishes and one soup. This amount was a bit too much for two people. Lao Huang held his own extra-large food bowl in his mouth, walked over with steps that he didn't recognize, and walked evenly. After eating most of it, the remaining amount was just right for Cao An.
The fresh taste stimulates Xiao Daoqing's taste buds. The food he cooks is also delicious, but limited by experience and experience, he can make the most delicious food, which is only the most delicious food in the mountain. With Cao An and others from It pales in comparison to the dishes from another world, and the richness of taste cannot be compared to the dishes he cooks.
"It's so delicious. Uncle Cao, you are better than my master. He doesn't know how to cook, and the food he cooks is terrible. Since I learned how to cook, he has never touched it again."
Cao An smiled and said, "If it's delicious, eat more."
He himself has reached the eighth level of [Mingyu Gong], and his need for food is not very big. Otherwise, with his current physical needs, if he wants to obtain energy completely through food, this food is completely insufficient, unless he drinks it every day. Monster flesh and blood, otherwise it would not be able to meet the demand.
The world's kindness to warriors allows them to live like normal people even if they become advanced or major practitioners.
After finishing the meal, Dao Qing consciously put away the dishes and continued his unfinished homework, while Cao An played with the Nian Sword in the main hall.
Ming Yu Gong has reached the eighth level of Dzogchen, and he wants to go further. Something is missing. Cao An can feel it, but he doesn't know what it is. This requires opportunity, not a one-day effort, and it is not a brute force. It can be broken, otherwise it would have been broken during the interior scenes.
It can be put aside for the time being. At this time, Mingyu Gong can already operate on its own.
[Gong] has come to an end, then [Skill] needs to be improved, and the practice of [Holy Spirit Sword Technique] must be stepped up. This is the foundation of Cao An's sword technique. It can be used in conjunction with [Gathering Power] when necessary.
[Xiao Fulong] Put aside for the time being, the soul has reached the small perfection of the current state, and further training will have little effect. With his current cultivation level, the holy soul fruit cannot be swallowed, at least until after the Seven Scenery Yinshen. You probably have the qualifications to swallow it, and you can only practice it at that time.
Cao An rubbed the Nian sword and frowned slightly.
'If you think about it this way, what you urgently need to practice now are [Object Control Technique], [Holy Spirit Sword Technique] and [Spiritual Technique of Transforming Heaven and Strike Earth]. Holy Spirit Sword Technique is the foundation. Object Control Technique and Transforming Heaven and Strike Earth complement each other. , changing the sky and striking the earth can strengthen the spirit and bring out the effect of practicing to the small Fulong small perfection state. '
'Strengthening the killing power of the object-controlling technique, one can even fly with a sword before reaching the realm of heaven and human beings. The object-controlling technique can also increase the spirit, and feed back the transformation of the sky and the earth. '
After straightening it out, Cao An breathed a sigh of relief.
"Plans don't change quickly. There are no changes in the general direction of my practice now, but my skills and martial arts have deviated quite a bit from the original plan. I don't know what path it will take in the future."
"I wonder if there are corresponding interior scenes for martial arts?"
Thinking of this, Cao An suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed something. He should have tried to practice the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship in the sea of clouds before. After all, although it was a sea of clouds, it was an interior scene first.
Lost five million~
With a shake of his right hand, he performed the Crane Control Technique. The Nian Sword floated in front of him, and his five fingers bluffed. In the next second, it turned into twelve small swords. With the Crane Control Technique and the Object Control Technique, the twelve small swords followed him. The sleeves were lifted up to the normal size in the wind, and the hands were pressed to make a seal, just as they were about to make the long sword move.
The twelve swords seemed to have lost their support and fell down.
'Sure enough, this is not the realm above the clouds, but the real world. The martial arts that are handy in the real world still need to be practiced from scratch. '
He once practiced the art of controlling objects to an extremely high level in the realm above the clouds, and could easily drive the twelve treasure weapons to fight independently. But now, the twelve sharp blades had just floated in the air, and they couldn't hold up and fell down.
Probably understanding his own limit, Cao An gathered twelve treasured soldiers.
The Nian Sword returned to its original state, and when he pressed the seal with his hand, the Nian Sword roared into the sky, flying back and forth in the space of two feet. Following Cao An's thoughts, when the sword arrived, it let out a cold light.
Like a child who got a toy, he controlled the Nian sword and played with it for a long time.
Being able to move it is one thing, but how powerful it can be is another matter. Everything Cao An did at this time was to increase the power of Nianjian driven by the art of controlling objects.
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Time flies and another fifteen days have passed. During this time, Cao An has been practicing three martial arts at the same time. His strength has not improved much, but his mastery of martial arts is much more proficient than before.
As for Chiyangzi, who returned to the sect with the new moon, no news was returned for a whole month. Cao An had already been thinking about it for a long time. He rarely stayed in one place for too long, and there was only the sight of the knife edge. Xiao Daoqing is alone, and she really doesn't trust him here alone.
"Have you ever been to a religious sect?"
Xiao Daoqing shook his head, "I haven't been there. Master has never taken me there. The farthest one is Fucheng."
Cao An had a weird feeling of helping someone take care of their baby, but fortunately the baby didn't make any noise.
"Is there any special way to connect you and your master, or in other words, within the temple? Is there any way to contact your master?"
"No, Master has never been out before."
Dao Qing looked at Cao An with some disappointment, "Uncle Cao can actually leave if something happens. I'll just activate the guarding formation and wait for the master to come back."
Cao An shook his head, "No, I have nothing urgent to do. It doesn't matter if I stay here for a few more months. More importantly, I just want to know about their situation after arriving at the cult."
The child was innocent and didn't think much about it. After hearing Cao An's words, his mood changed.
"That's good. I thought Daoqing did something wrong to make Uncle Cao unhappy."
The soft words touched Cao An's heart. A gentle smile appeared on his face and he rubbed Dao Qing's long hair.
"No, you did a good job, you are very sensible, and you are a good boy."
Cao An calmed down and stopped mentioning Chiyangzi's return. He practiced normally every day and lived and ate in the Knife Kou Temple.
So another two days passed.
At noon that day, a person came outside the Taoist temple.
Dressed in simple coarse linen clothes, he has a lean figure and a slightly dark complexion. The backpack behind him is full of things, and his whole body is soaked with sweat. He stands outside the Taoist temple door, rubbing his hands nervously, wanting to go in but He didn't dare, so he finally gritted his teeth and walked into the Taoist temple.
"Is the Taoist Master at home?"
There was no one in the courtyard in front of the main hall, except for the incense tripod placed in the middle. The burning incense proved that there was someone here.
Cao An was practicing in the side hall, and Dao Qing was also practicing swordsmanship at this time.
The Nian sword clanged back into its scabbard, and Cao An waved to Dao Qing.
"Someone is coming to the temple, let's go take a look."
"Is the master back?" Daoqing looked happy and asked happily. It seemed that he missed his master a lot. After all, no matter how mature and sensible he was, he was only a seven-year-old child.
"No, he's just an ordinary person. He doesn't know what he's doing here. Let's go take a look first."
The two of them walked through the gate of the side hall and walked into the courtyard. At a glance, they saw a man standing there a little embarrassed. The man also saw Cao An and the two of them, and his face immediately lit up with joy.
"I've met the Taoist priest."
"Who are you? Are you here to watch?" At the moment, Chiyangzi was not here, so Cao An asked.
"I am Wang Dafu, Wangzhuang, ten miles away from here. I was sent by the village chief to ask the Taoist priest to save Zhuangzi." He spoke very slowly, and his articulation was not clear. He jumped out word by word, as if every word You have to think deeply and dig deeply before you can speak out.
"Yes, that's right, this is the reward that the people in the village have come up with to give the Taoist priest. Please show mercy to the Taoist priest." The man scoffed and knelt down. He spoke unnaturally, but this kneeling made him feel uncomfortable. It's like instinct.
Cao An raised his hand and fired out a burst of zhenqi, supporting the man's body and preventing him from kneeling.
"No need to kneel down. What's the matter? Please tell me slowly. Do you know how to read?"
"Yes, I learned a few words from the gentleman in the village when I was young, but not much. I am the only literate person in the village. That's why the village chief sent me here. Take a look, Taoist Priest, this is the reward collected by the village."
As he spoke, the man opened the curtain on the backpack, revealing several large rocks underneath.
Cao An was stunned for a moment, his eyes focused, and he soon discovered the abnormality of these stones. From the appearance, they were just ordinary stones, but Cao An tried to use his own mental perception. As soon as his mental power touched the stone skin, it felt like There was no feedback at all. Feeling strange, Cao An probed over again. This time, the result was still the same.
This is true even if stronger mental power is used.
"What is this?"
"This is a stone excavated from the mountain behind our Zhuangzi. The village chief asked me to send it here as a reward for the Taoist priest. Taoist priest, there is a treasure in it!!"
