Chapter 883

Mingfeng's face twitched: "nonsense, where am I poor? I don't change those wines!"

"Did you change it? It's not in your stomach?" Jiang Chan hit the nail on the head. If you put it another way, Mingfeng is really not poor. After all, there are so many wines on Wuji peak.

But what's the use of wine? Did Mingfeng exchange it for a spirit stone? None! Didn't Mingfeng drink the wine in the end? So, Mingfeng is really poor.

"The little girl is really not cute. What's the truth? Drink your bar!" Mingfeng doesn't think it's wrong to let an 11-year-old girl drink. She's a monk, not a mortal. What's the point of drinking?

He Mingfeng was amused. Jiang Chan's eyelids became more and more heavy. Finally, she slept, but the wine gourd was still tightly held. Mingfeng glanced at her and didn't mean to take care of her.

She is a monk. Even if she sleeps in the open air for a few nights, she has nothing to do.

Jiang Chan slept until he planted a variety of fruit trees together and divided them into various areas. Wuji peak is much more tidy with the naked eye. Although she can't cultivate spiritual plants like mulinggen, it's OK to plant a fruit tree.

Looking at the vast land left by Wuji peak, Jiang Chan wondered if she would go to Fangshi to buy some Lingzhi seeds back? It was empty. She felt a little wasteful.

In the future, she will go out to practice and collect spiritual plants as much as possible. One day, she will make Wuji peak like a paradise.

Having made such a grand wish, Jiang Chan had to be busy with the work at hand, that is, picking fruit. Many of these fruits used by Mingfeng to make fruit wine have been hanging on the branches for decades.

Seeing that they are mature, Jiang Chan will certainly take them off. Even if you don't make wine, it's good to eat fruit. Although these spiritual fruits can be sold at a high price, Jiang Chan is really reluctant. At this time, she understands why Mingfeng brews so much wine but is reluctant to sell one mouthful.

She ate some of these spiritual fruits, and the rest she was going to use to make wine. Fruit wine, simple.

After so busy for a few days, Jiang Chan's first brewing was over, and then he waited patiently. Of course, at present, she still rubs Mingfeng's wine.

It shows that Feng Ke is really stingy. He has set up a special prohibition in the place where he hides wine. It is estimated that it is to prevent others from stealing wine.

At night, Jiang Chan still holds a wine gourd, and under her is a rattan chair she weaves. The evening wind is gentle, drinking wine, looking at the stars, occasionally playing the sword again, enjoying it especially.

To explain that Feng also really knows how to enjoy.

On the 20th day when Jiang Chan stayed on Wuji peak, Mingfeng finally came back.

"I brought you this cold pool. Where are you going to put it?"

Jiang Chan's eyes turned: "it's in the back mountain. I went there a few days ago and found a waterfall in the back mountain. Put the cold pool under the waterfall."

"Good eye." Mingfeng nodded approvingly and thought of a place with him.

With a move from Mingfeng, Jiang Chan was carried on the flying sword by him.

Jiang Chan complained, "master, the disciple is a female doll. How can you carry the disciple like this?"

Mingfeng also simply said, "OK, you jump down from here and walk over by yourself."

"Then I'd better be carried by Shifu." Jiang Chan immediately changed her mouth. This is the way she gets along with Mingfeng. She is always bickering, noisy and pitiful in serious times.

Stopping above the waterfall, Mingfeng stretched out his right hand and a reduced version of the cold pool appeared in the palm of his hand. The next second Mingfeng waved his right hand, and he threw the cold pool directly below the waterfall.

In the process of descending, the cold pool became bigger and bigger, and finally firmly occupied all the waters below the waterfall.

The Xuanli sword around Jiang Chan's waist moved and made a buzzing sound. She played Xuanli sword: "go."

At the next moment, Xuanli sword disappeared into the cold pool, and Jiang Chan seemed to feel the joy of Xuanli sword. Xuanli himself was born from the cold breath of the cold pool collected by Jiang Chan. Now he returns to the cold pool again, which can be regarded as returning to his hometown.

"I will practice sword forging here in the future. This environment is more suitable for me."

In addition to a waterfall, there is no difference between the back mountain of Wuji peak and the bottom of the cliff, which also makes Jiang Chan feel familiar.

"Have you been bored for more than half a month? Your cultivation is well consolidated. It's time for you to go to Kendo hall and listen to other people's opinions."

After glancing at Jiang Chan's accomplishments, Mingfeng is satisfied and sends Jiang Chan to the Kendo hall to listen.

"I also have this plan. Before I build the foundation, I will take time to attend classes in kendo hall."