My Cold and Beautiful Wife

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"Hey!"

A percussion sound, the rock was hit down a lot of debris, the sword also plunged in.

However, such destructive power is much worse than the one that was just now.

Whether it is power, speed, control, or other things, it is very tasteless, there is no practical use.

Ye Fan is not too disappointed, this result is normal, if he masters the swordsmanship at once, then it will not be learned by the mountains for thousands of years.

From the point of view of practice alone, Ye Fan has always been very patient and has great perseverance. Otherwise, he will not abolish his internal strength and immediately raise his level to a very high level within three years.

He can put a boring set of movements and practice for so long without giving up. For the actual skill of Yu Jianshu, he actually has a lot of cultivation, and he will not feel annoyed.

Ever since, Ye Fan began to use the sword to summon the sword, and then control the sword to fly around, smashing the sword and practicing...

This practice, one day passed, but Ye Fan did not feel tired at all, but was delighted by the control of the gradually stable Feijian.

Ye Fan also continued to practice Yu Jianshu regardless of the darkness of the night, and his mind constantly recalled that the sword marks on the stone walls were caused by how to manipulate them.

However, Ye Fan found that if he wanted to imitate the kind of sword marks, his level was not enough. The sword could not be changed so complicatedly, and it must have such power.

Therefore, Ye Fan sinks his heart and begins to practice the stable control of Feijian in the latter half of the night.

From the beginning of the wobble, to the next day at noon, the flight of the sword has been relatively stable.

However, Ye Fan has found more problems...

When you hold your own sword, you can easily make various changes to the sword, and the control of the sword is free.

However, once the sword is used, it is equal to the sword, and it is a means of controlling the sword. Instead, it can't use its own mind to do whatever it wants.

To put it bluntly, in the process of Yu Jian, the sword has become a hindrance, not a helper.

If the sword that flies out cannot be interpreted out, what should it use? Power is not as good as sword!

"It’s weird, if the sword is the same effect, isn’t this a contradiction? The predecessor, how did the swordsman’s land become so varied and powerful?”

Ye Fan muttered to himself, and he calmed down and thought about the problem, only to find that he was a little hungry.

Or go to Lushan, eat something, slow down, and continue to find a way.

Ye Fan knows that it is too late to encounter a difficult problem that is difficult to overcome at once. It can't be consumed all the time, so it is easy to drill.

So, Ye Fan began to take a step and quickly sent back to Mount Lushan.

When Ye Fan turned over the two hills, he suddenly found out that there was someone on the open space halfway up the mountainside. !

This wilderness, some people are strange enough, but this guy, there actually set up a stone stove, set up a shelf, is planning to roast pheasant to eat?

Ye Fan couldn't help but stop. When he walked over, he couldn't feel the man's cultivation. He looked at him with a plain blue-gray shirt and light brown linen pants. He was dressed casually, unlike the hunters in the mountains.

The man looked at the age of thirty or forty. The five senses were quite delicate and elegant. Only a little bit of scum was left on the face. The only thing on the body was a blue cloth bag.

Seeing the emergence of Ye Fan, the middle-aged man blinked and then smiled and asked: "Little brother, are you also playing pheasant?"

"I just passed by." Ye Fan returned the sentence and looked at the three pheasants that had been **** on the ground. He said: "The harvest is good, how did you get it?"

"Hey, practice makes perfect, throwing stones can hit." The man smiled and asked: "Did you have a little brother to eat? Do you want to taste the roast chicken I am waiting for?"

Ye Fan really wants to eat a bit. This is much better than the food made by the big pot of the Laoshan pie.

"Only three, a little less, I will go and play a few more," Ye Fan said.

When the man heard it, he nodded. "Okay, can you fight? If it is too long, it is not necessary."

Ye Fan smiled and said: "You kill the chicken first, I will go when I go."

For Ye Fan, catching a few pheasants did not cost a lot of effort. Not long after, they caught three and returned to the mountainside.

"Is it in your bag, what are these things?"

Ye Fan saw that the middle-aged man was killing the chicken at the small stream on the other side, and the cloth that he took out from the bag was a small kitchen knife and scissors, and a few cans, looking like salt, pepper, etc. Seasonings.

"Haha, I like this person, and I don't bring anything else when I go out. The guy who brought the meal will do it." The man stretched his hand toward Ye Fan. "Little brother, the chicken is very fat, come, let me come together." killed".

Ye Fan gave the chicken to him, and he left two, saying: "I also kill two, speed faster."

"You will kill chicken? Hey, you are so young, there are not many chickens to kill." Men are happy.

Ye Fan shrugged. "Don't talk about killing chickens, killing pigs, killing sheep, killing cows, all will... After all, they are killing them now, and the meat is fresh and delicious."

"Right right, this is the rationale, I feel that now, those frozen meats have no taste, or they grab the game and kill themselves to make it sweet," the man thought deeply.

Ye Fan still thinks this guy is a little weird and asks: "Where is the old man? This place can be remote, and most people will not come."

The man smiled and turned back: "My home is in Kunlun Mountain. It is a very wild place. My wife has gone early. I am alone, strolling around, and I am hungry outside."

"Oh..." Ye Fan still thought that this person was very strange, but it was useless to ask more questions, so he didn't ask more.

Soon after the two killed the chicken, they cleaned up the chicken's internal organs.

"Hey, this chicken heart, chicken liver, chicken cockroaches, are all good things, stringed together, sprinkle some salt and pepper, first roast can eat." The man smiled cheerfully.

Ye Fan also had this intention and asked: "What are you going to do with chicken?"

The man pointed to the seasonings he brought, saying: "I will first salt the meat, pickle the meat a little, then string it, put it on the stove, turn it and bake it, wait until it is almost, then sprinkle with pepper, Fennel powder these."

Ye Fan thought for a moment and said: "This pheasant is no more than a chicken, and the meat is a bit awkward. It is not enough for these spices."

"Oh...it makes sense." The man was a little annoyed: "Unfortunately, **** and garlic did not bring..."

"I have a way", Ye Fan thought of something, a high-five, said: "You wait for me, I will go back."