Chapter 839

Today is October 13, the 60th year of tiancang. Lu Zhengkang gets up early and goes to the top of the mountain. Tao ranzi is already here. He is accompanied by seventh martial uncle Xie Guai. The monk of Shidao is holding a burnt oil paper umbrella. In the early morning of autumn, when the skyline is half bright, the shadow under the oil paper umbrella is very deep. The shadow is almost light, and the dust is shaking in the shadow like a quivering dandelion bush .

"How are you, seventh martial uncle."

She turned her head and gave Lu Zhengkang a stiff but warm smile. "Third martial nephew, I got up a little late and worked harder."

Lu Zhengkang thought that Tao ranzi, the little elder martial sister, should teach her dead father, "don't be so strict with others! You know how to make suggestions! "

Melancholy bone sad Leng for a while, to Tao ranzi nod, "reasonable." He turned to Lu Zhengkang and nodded, "nephew, it's not mine."

Lu Zhengkang was a little embarrassed. Tao ranzi was kind-hearted and did bad things. Of course, he also saw the lack of emotion in seventh martial uncle. However, this kind of guidance should not be given to a child. "Martial uncle taught me the right lesson. I was tired."

Tao ranzi pouted, "how can you elbow out?"

Lu Zheng Kang Tucao: "elbow is not turning out of you, make complaints about your sister?"

"Don't call me little elder martial sister! Call me second elder martial sister! " Tao ranzi, who is dressed by Dao Tong, is just like a pink peach in a pile of cotton, which gives a warm and comfortable impression. Her angry look is not frightening at all.

He said to Lu Zhengkang, "it's good for you to help each other and practice together. I'll go down first."

Tao ranzi waved to him, and melancholy bone AI also waved to her. In this way, she left the cliff step by step, holding the oil paper umbrella.

Lu Zhengkang took advantage of the fact that it was still some time before the sun rose completely to loosen her muscles and bones with a set of long fists. Tao ranzi was also moving her body. She was also a monk outside the gate in the foundation building stage, but what she practiced was dynamic skill. She inherited the guiding method of thousands of years. Her posture was soft and suitable for lively children to practice.

Xuanyouzi's pine and crane imagery handed down to Lu Zhengkang is a kind of meditation, which requires a high sense of Qi and spirit. Of course, the effect is also very good.

Lu Zhengkang took care of himself and breathed in Chaoyang. After carrying the internal Qi for a few weeks, he began to build the external Qi. The foundation of daomen building is such a process. The more the Qi, the stronger it will be. In the future, when refining the Qi, the stronger its interference ability will be. This is a different path from the inheritance of Chitian.

It is a suitable way for those who are gifted, or have learned to open the bridge between heaven and earth to develop to Qi practitioners. To adjust the Qi engine by visualizing, activate the corresponding heaven and earth's yuan Qi to infuse, and to use the spirit Qi for your own use, rashly absorb the heaven and earth's spirit Qi.

When the sun rises completely, Lu Zhengkang's contribution will be over. The energy circulation of heaven and earth changes. The idea of Songhe temple is more suitable for practice at sunrise and sunset, and the efficiency is relatively high. And for the rest of the day, he's busy.

Tao ranzi was still practicing hard, and Lu Zhengkang did not disturb him, so he left slowly.

Kunlun mountain range is very big, Kunlun palace is also very big, dengxiantai is still very big, but dengxiantai has no collective canteen. If you want to have a meal, you have to find a way. You have to take care of everything here. It's like last night's quilt, pillow and oil lamp. It belongs to the welfare of new people.

Before the Xianyuan meeting, what Lu Zhengkang needs to do is, on the one hand, to make himself take care of himself; on the other hand, to let xuanyouzi take him to other places in the Kunlun palace.

However, the question now is, how can breakfast be solved? Lu Zhengkang has been hungry all day. He has nothing to eat except a small bag of hard candy.

Of course, Lu Zhengkang doesn't like candy bars.

When a man is hungry, his face can be removed. Lu Zhengkang, smelling the smoke, touches the house of xuanyouzi.

Taoists of the older generation have been working in the valley early and have a meal for a long time. They even take pills instead of eating, so their stoves are often very cold. Xuanyouzi, the elder martial brother of this generation, is still a golden elixir. He still keeps a good habit of eating three meals a day. It's said that Baiwei makes the population cool, the quality of the human body is more exquisite, and the taste is dozens of times more than that of ordinary people. Even a bowl of rice can be delicious.

"Elder martial brother, I've come to see you!"

When he pushed the door in, Lu Zhengkang saw on the table white cut chicken in a pottery bowl, fried garlic moss with shredded meat, boiled eggs, two peeled tomatoes with salt or sugar, and a dish of fresh figs.

Xuanyouzi, with his rice bowl in his hand, was trying to pick up some rice. Seeing Lu Zhengkang who came uninvited, he was still stunned, "are you so rude? Don't you knock? "

Lu Zhengkang gave a sound, stepped back two steps, closed the door, and then knocked, "elder martial brother, I've come to see you!"

"Come in, please." Xuanyouzi responded very dignified.

When Lu Zhengkang came in again, the table was clean.

“？？？” Lu Zhengkang was stunned for a while, "is it the wrong way I opened it?"Xuanyouzi said with a smile, "younger martial brother, do you know that a gentleman doesn't receive food from others? Elder martial brother is also thinking about your reputation, isn't he?"

"A gentleman who starves to death is not a gentleman." Lu Zhengkang seriously ran over and looked at the stove. The simple earthen stove looked very old, but it was very new compared with the wooden house itself. The big iron pot was covered with round boards, and steam escaped from the edge of the boards and curled up in the dark room.

What can't escape from the air is the smell of food. Lu Zhengkang lifted the lid of the wooden pot, took out the hidden dishes, put them on the table, and then went to serve himself a bowl of rice. The grains of rice rose to the top. On the bamboo tube beside the stove, there was a new pair of wooden chopsticks, even with burrs. Lu Zhengkang took out a pair and sat opposite xuanyouzi.

"Eat slowly. Don't choke." Xuanyouzi was laughing.

Lu Zhengkang always eats fast. After swallowing two bowls of rice, he is almost five percent full. After eating all the dishes, he wants to have another bowl. If he doesn't have any dishes to eat, he is very tired. He puts down his chopsticks.

Last night, I chatted with two elder martial brothers and sisters. Lu Zhengkang already knew some daily life of Kunlun palace. Everyone could be assigned a piece of land, four mu, which was spiritual soil. This field was handed down by his ancestors. He could plant whatever he wanted, even if he planted the spiritual roots of heaven and earth.

The people of Kunlun palace planted ochre and yellow essence in Longmai grottoes. Of course, it's still handed down from their ancestors. They have been farming for a long time.

Many of the crops planted in sixth martial uncle's field are grain crops. He uses them to make wine. The other martial uncles have their own favorite plants. Xuanyouzi also grows fruits and vegetables. After all, she has to manage her own rations. As for the second elder martial sister Tao ranzi, she sometimes comes to the elder martial brother's place to eat, but her father usually prepares three meals for her.

Lu Zhengkang asked xuanyouzi for some crop seeds, mainly wheat seeds. It's good to grow winter wheat at this time. It won't be cold enough for wheat seeds to freeze to death in the field in the winter of Sendai.