The Eldest Martial Sister Gave Up Treatment

Volume Reading 1067

I'm eating hot pot right now. I'm not in a hurry for now. What do you want to talk about? 】

came back.

Bai Lian felt that the familiar master was back!

She smiled and clenched the letter Yujian.

She is witty and naturally won't save Master's face at this time.

However, the topic of chat is really hard to find.

She wanted to talk to the master about something more in-depth, but she was afraid that the master would climb over and beat her along with the jade slip of the letter.

Sure enough, it is most suitable to talk about cooking skills. She has 15 points of cooking skills, and she is considered an expert in this regard.

Thinking of this, Bai Lian immediately started pointing at the [selfie photo] sent by the master.

[Master, hot pot is not like this, you have to...then...then...]

An Lan immediately became angry: [Finished? 】

【not yet】

[You do it, if it doesn't taste good, I will eat you asshole! 】

【…】

Bai Lian dared not answer.

An Lan drank for a long time, and finally made a hot pot again according to Bai Lian's instructions.

[The taste is a little better, but it takes twice as much time, waste! 】

Bai Lian replied: [I will cook for Master in the future, Master just enjoy it slowly, so I won't waste time]

An Lan said "sarcastically": [If you spent more time on your cultivation, you would have survived the wind calamity long ago]

【…】

Bai Lian did not speak again.

If she can, she also wants to survive the tribulation!

But whenever she tried to sense the wind, the system would throw a [Daluo Sword Embryo] reward to scare her.

That was the essence of the Immortal Emperor's life, even if she could rub the Heavenly Immortal with her feet now, she would not dare to challenge this task.

Really outrageous!

Bai Lian couldn't understand why he couldn't break through to the Transcending Tribulation Period.

Could it be because she smelled like a master?

hateful.

At this time, if she could survive the wind calamity and reshape her body and soul, the Taixuan Daomen would not be considered a threat to her at all.

An Lan continued to "sarcastically" said: [Just spend more time with your teacher and those inexplicable people outside]

【Master, you misunderstood】

[Okay, let’s talk, who did you go to this time, and what trouble did you encounter? I'm in a good mood today, I won't punish you]

Bai Lian pursed her lips slightly.

【Is such that……】

She roughly described what she was doing, but did not bluntly ask Master to help her.

In fact, she does not reject eating soft rice.

Isn't it a fool to eat something and not eat it?

However, Master should not eat this soft rice indiscriminately. If you eat too much, you may choke to death.

The junior sisters are fragrant, but they are still a little short of time before they are cooked.

Tea masters and veteran chefs had to generate their own power and take a bumpy road to self-sufficiency.

An Lan said meaningfully: [Empress, this identity sounds like a different flavor in it]

That's not the point of the matter!

[I'm done eating, I have business to do, you can go to Taixuan Daomen, don't disturb me if it's not important]

【Yes, Master】

Bai Lian, who had been chatting with An Lan for a long time, wiped his forehead after putting away the letter-passing jade slip.

There was no sweat on her forehead, but there was sweat in her heart.

She vaguely felt that her master's skills had grown.

Bai Lian straightened the umbrella and was about to talk to the disciples of the Taixuan Daomen who were guarding outside Tianyi City when she saw a strange man standing in the pouring rain.

The man stood under the archway. He was wearing a white gown that reached his ankles. His clothes were engraved with splashed ink paintings with profound artistic conception and powerful poems.

His face looked like he was about thirty years old, and it was hazy because of the rain. He didn't hold an umbrella, but the rain spread naturally, and he didn't dare to touch him.

He carried an ordinary iron sword on his waist, but Bai Lian clearly felt that the sword was alive.

"A brilliant swordsman!"

Bai Lian walked down the low two-story stairs.

The world outside was raining like thunder, and the rain was bouncing around her feet like a elf.

She found that the man had been looking at her.

It turns out she wasn't being self-indulgent.

She took two steps to the side, and when she turned her head, she found that the man was gone. When she turned her head again, she found that the man was standing in front of her, no more than half a meter away from her.

"Emperor Bai Lian."

A gentle voice sounded.

This reminded Bai Lian of those kind of modest scholars.

She felt that this person should not carry the sword, but should carry the pen.

She asked, "This fellow Daoist is a little shy. I don't know why he stopped me here?"

The man said, "Dijun Bai Lian came here to find Chang Di Ji?"

Bai Lian nodded, but did not deny it.

"Emperor Bai Lian can come with me."

Bai Lian's eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you from Taixuan Daomen?"

The man shook his head: "No."

He didn't say much, just stared at Bai Lian quietly.

In an instant, except for the sound of wind and rain, the world was completely quiet.