Chapter 104 Shuli Rice

"Oh? So what?" Seeing Gan Ping's such a salty answer, the young man immediately changed his face, "Brother, let me tell you, the inner door is very deep. Don't think that with the protection of the elders, you can be safe. Didn't I also give you the price of money? If you are not satisfied, you can talk about it. It's not good to be angry. What do you mean? With that, he shook his wrist, which was pinched by Gan Ping.

Gan Ping smiled and let go of his palm and looked at the person in front of him who couldn't help kneading his wrist. "Brother, this Xuanbing is from his elders. He dares not leave. Please go back." Gan Ping didn't expect that such a scoundrel would appear in this inner door. He couldn't help but feel funny, but he immediately decided not to make trouble for Zeng Qi, so he refused him.

Seeing that Gan Ping refused him so resolutely, the young man was about to take action when he heard a scolding from the side, "Dwey Du Zhong, what do you want to do?" It was Zeng Qi. Zeng Qi, who was holding a huge tray, was glared at the two brothers, "Dwey, why do you want to bully the newcomer again?" The young man who talked to Gan Ping before saw Zeng Qi suddenly shocked and quickly said, "No, no, you see, this is a misunderstanding. I just looked at the little brother's sword. Come up and ask, just ask."

"Bum!" Zeng Qi put the huge tray heavily on the table. "Dovery, don't blame me for not telling you that this little brother is not something you can afford to provoke. It's better to stay away." Dewey was turned pale by the ruthless white. He stood there with a strange expression, and finally had to lead his brother away without saying a word. Looking at Dewey as he left, his resentful eyes were calm and thoughtful, "Brother Zeng, do you know this person?" Zeng Qi looked strange and said, "Who doesn't know this boy? His cultivation is not very good. He specializes in defrauding newcomers. I think he was thinking about me when I first entered the inner door. After all, Gan Ping was a childish. Hearing such anecdotes, he immediately became interested, "What happened later?"

Blinking, Zeng Qi looked at Gan Ping with a curious face and said, "What else can I do? The boy, who practiced with his brother, was quite strange. Only then was he included in the door by the elder of the inner door, but his own cultivation was not very good. It's a pity that he just came to me alone that day, and he was beaten by me. As if he remembered something, Zeng Qi suddenly laughed. "Later, the boy actually pulled his brother to find me. Unfortunately, at that time, my fight with Li Xing'an was already well known. He might think that he could not please Du Zhong, and ran away as he did today. It's you, why do you get entangled with such a scoundrel? What do you care about him? Isn't it easy to send it directly?"

Gan Ping flattened his mouth and didn't answer. He didn't want to do it, but it's a pity that he was spoiled by you. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zeng Qi smiled and said, "Come on, are you hungry? Try the food in the inner door. Although there are more elixir in your fire hall, the elixir is always a little toxic in it. How can it be as solid as this food? With that, he opened the lid of the rice bucket on the tray. In this huge rice bucket, there was actually a grain of rice that was about an inch long, which was crystal clear and slightly golden.

Smelling the fragrant fragrance of rice, Gan Ping couldn't help staring at this topaz-like rice grain in surprise. As soon as he went up the mountain, he found that the practical rice on this fairy mountain was different from the mortal. I remember that when he came to Miaochengzong on the first night, the fragrant rice like a jade spirit left a deep impression on him, but the rice in front of him was obviously beyond his understanding. We immortals who cultivate immortals can eat and drink dew without eating the fireworks of the world, but when we first look at the door, this fire food can not be broken, but also has a big appetite. In particular, the forged monks can eat three cows every day, mainly relying on food to make up for the lack of qi and blood. It's just that this way of eating is really a waste of time, so that some seniors have found this ancient seed of Shuli rice, which is said to be the ration of the ancient witch people.

When talking about the excitement, Zeng Qi waved his handwriting. "I think that the witches dominated the side in ancient times. They were all several feet tall and had the power to pull up the mountain, but they had a lot to do with this Shuli rice they ate." With that, he went straight to a huge sea bowl and handed a large bowl of rice to the front of the sweet plane. "Try it, this rice is indeed a little different." Seeing that he was so Ganping, he had to pick up his chopsticks and sing. The mouth was soft and melted in his mouth, especially the comfortable feeling when the aura in the rice burst at the tip of his tongue, which made Gan Ping have the impulse to meditate immediately.

He finally understood why Zeng Qi admires this kind of Shuli rice so much. Although the elixir can improve cultivation, if you eat too much, the effect will gradually weaken and disappear. What's more, every kind of elixir will have erysipelas. It takes a lot of effort to refine and expel this elixir. However, this Shuli rice is only a kind of food. Taking this great tonic as food every day can definitely replenish qi and blood, and it can clean up the intestines and toxins in the body. On the one hand, the impurities in the body are accumulated, and then assisted by skills, it can definitely make the whole body's flesh and blood like a crystal without flaws. What's more, there is a lot of spirit in this rice. Qi, this kind of food is no less than those treasures in the eyes of physical practitioners.

Looking at Gan Ping's stunned face, Zeng Qi raised her chin proudly, "How's it going? Isn't it different from what you ate in the Fire Hall? This kind of Shuli rice was found by the predecessors of the sect in the ancient fairy mansion, and it was extremely difficult to plant. It was only ripe in three years. Only the elders and the inner door can eat it in the sect, and it is impossible for others to smell it. Gan Ping chewed the fragrant Shuli rice and thought about it. These strange things are simply a panacea for practice, which is more than any medicine to comb the body. Moreover, there is no obstacle of elixirs, but there are other sects such strange things in his own sect?

Thinking of this, Gan Ping's heart moved and asked, "Are there any other sects of these strange things?" It's not just our Miaocheng clan, is it? Unexpectedly, Gan Ping would ask such a question. Zeng Qi was obviously stunned and thought for a moment, "I don't know much about this. I always have the family background of those sects named after our Miaocheng Sect, right? By the way, last time the disciple of Taixuanmen came to Miaochengzong, he mentioned words such as long incense rice, saying that it was similar to this Shuli rice. At that time, several brothers also made fun of him. The boy was not angry. He just ate the rice in the bowl and counted the time. It will be almost a year before the Xianmen Conference. Maybe he will come this time.

Gan Ping has also heard of the Xianmen Conference once in ten years. Every ten years, the major sects in Zihua Xianfu will gather together to investigate and compete for the cultivation of the new disciples of the sect. I didn't care too much at the moment, so I took another bite of rice in my hand. Zeng Qi saw that he had a good sip and felt hungry in her stomach. She quickly took out the two dishes in the tray and put a big soup on the table.

Gan Ping nodded secretly while eating this meal. This inner door is really the existence that the sect attaches great importance to, and even the daily food is very particular. Under such conditioning, even people who are not very well qualified enter it, as long as they are diligent enough to think about it, they can make some achievements. No wonder those outside disciples break their heads and want to enter the inner door, but it is not because of their status. If they can enter this inner door, they will have more confidence to live.

Gan Ping practiced boxing for a day, and he was already hungry. Under the wind and clouds, the two swept away the big bucket of Shuli rice, during which Zeng Qi went to add a meal. Even in the door, there are not many people who eat so much. What's more, Gan Ping is dressed in a tattered outer door disciple in white clothes, carrying such a huge sword behind him, which makes the people in the canteen look sideways. After sweeping away the food on the table, the two returned to Zeng Qi's residence.

What makes Gan Ping a slight difference is that there is only a chapter table in the room, several chairs, and the rest are several futons, and even a bed is owed. Gan Ping was quite surprised at first, but even if he was relieved, the disciples of the inner door meditated and practiced every day, and items such as this bed were superfluous. Maybe only the tired and lazy disciples in the Fire Hall need the bed. Fortunately, Gan Ping also meditated and practiced at night, and there was no bed.