Unlike the solemn atmosphere in the courtyard, in the kitchen on the left side of Liuyun courtyard, there was a woman who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old preparing for today's supper. The young woman looked pretty and could not be considered very beautiful. However, she was focused when cooking, and the eyes under her sword eyebrows were really clear, which invisibly added a bit of extremely special temperament to her.

This young woman is the Cardinal.

At this moment, on the long table made of a huge wooden board in the kitchen, you can already see two plates of cooked side dishes placed on it.

The side dishes are fragrant and the heat is rolling back.

Both plates are very simple side dishes in farmhouses. The raw materials for these vegetables are purchased from farmers at the foot of the mountain every day. However, since it is mid-February, the varieties of vegetables that farmers can harvest are really limited, but even so, after passing through the hands of the cardinals, these vegetables can still be cooked into particularly exquisite and delicious dishes, which makes people unable to help but have a lot of appetite.

Today's dinner is the same as usual, Cardinal is still only preparing three dishes and one soup. This is a habit she has developed over the years. She is unwilling to change it. And no matter what dishes she cooks, she controls the quantity very well, that is, there will be no leftovers or not enough food, and can satisfy the food of two people every time.

This was done a long time ago when she was the maid of that person, and now she was ordered to become Xu Yan's maid.

After frying two side dishes, it took about a quarter of an hour. Cardinal had already mastered the cooking skills. As for the broth in three dishes and one soup, she stewed it in a pot on a stove next to her before she could take it down and drink it at any time. However, she still planned to fry the last dish in her hand and then put them in a bowl.

Wash the iron pot that had just been frying with a spring. Not long after, the firewood dried the water on the pot noodles. The cardinal took out a pottery oil bottle placed in the corner of the stove, poured some vegetable oil into the pot, and then she picked up a porcelain bowl with her left hand.

The porcelain bowl was filled with eggs that had been stirred evenly by her, mixed with some fine chopped green onions that had been cut into the same length. This was the last dish she was going to make today.

Fried eggs with scallions.

After almost four or five breaths, the vegetable oil in the pot was gradually heated by firewood. When the cardinal saw this, she wanted to pour the eggs into it because she was afraid that after the vegetable oil was burned too strong, she would fry the eggs too burnt, which would affect the taste.

However, just as she picked up the porcelain bowl and stretched it over the iron pot, a loud noise suddenly came from the patio, and the entire kitchen was trembling.

The cardinal felt the powerful sword energy coming from the patio, frowned, and stopped to continue frying eggs. She gently lowered the porcelain bowl containing the eggs, and her eyes turned to the patio outside the kitchen.

When cooking, she has always been very focused and does not like to be disturbed because she firmly believes that only by cooking with a serious attitude can they taste the best. So she is actually very angry when she is disturbed repeatedly like today.

So, a trace of anger finally rose in her eyes, which were as clean as a spring.

...

Xu Yan gritted his teeth and took the other party's sudden verdict, and he was already very injured. Blood flowed in his right hand and kept trembling, but what really hurt him was the thunder and lightning that penetrated into his body.

Fortunately, the power of lightning only lasted in his body for a moment, and then it was cleared away by him.

Xu Yan gasped on the corridor for a long time before moving his back and stood up again. His right hand was still holding Fu Yao tightly, but no one knew that the injuries at his tiger's mouth improved quickly, at least he no longer had blood.

Seeing Xu Yan still able to get up under the word "Shu" decision, Zhou Xian's pale face could no longer describe what kind of expression it was. Using the continuous use of "Ji", "Feng" and "Zhu" in the Four-character Sword Technique, it was also very stressful for him. For example, the power in his body was already consumed, but he still did not let the other party fall down.

Zhou Xian took a deep breath, really not knowing what to say. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "My surname is Xu, you are really hard!"

Xu Yan had no expression on his face, and walked back to his original position with Fu Yao in his hand, and replied coldly: "With you still have the chance, you can use all the sword moves left."

When Zhou Xian heard this, he was furious and said with a grim expression: "Okay, you have a kindness. I want to see if you can still walk so leisurely in the garden."

"rain!"

Zhou Xian uttered another word.

First there is a "speed", "wind" and "sudden", and now another word comes out, "rain".

Four-character sword technique, storm!

In the courtyard, with the word "rain" in Zhou Xian's mouth coming out, the red candle disappeared completely. Then a sword light lit up in the dim sky, but immediately after the sword light, there were ten more sword energy, and hundreds of sword energy emerged out of thin air.

The hundreds of sword energy are arranged in an array with the sword light as the core.

Where the sword tip points is Xu Yan not far away.

Zhou Xian shouted suddenly: "Chun!"

Hundreds of sword energy were suddenly filled with instructions and shot towards Xu Yan in the air.

The last move of the Four-character Sword Technique is the word "Rain".

At this moment, a sword rain broke out in the sky!

...

At the same time, on a mountain closest to the main peak of Xiaolianhua Peak, an old man who was sitting in peace and meditation suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the main peak. After seeing the hundreds of black sword energy, his face turned pale and he shouted in a low voice: "What a nonsense!"

Then, his body rose from the ground, and a long sword flew to his feet, instantly magnifying several times.

The old man stepped on a giant sword and flew straight towards the main peak.

...

Like this old man, on the main peak of the Lotus Sect, a place called Qixingdun was located. At this moment, a middle-aged man looked at Liuyun courtyard at the "under the mountain", but he just glanced at it and withdrew his gaze.

...

In the courtyard of Liuyun Courtyard, after Zhou Xian used the word "Rain" like a box, the sword energy in the sky covered the sky, making the sky, which was already close to twilight, even darker.

Zhou Xian looked at the hundred swords he had created and could no longer care about whether he would kill the other party. At this moment, his desire to win had already replaced all his reason.

He looked at Xu Yanwan's lonely figure who seemed to be in the storm, and felt a little relaxed for no reason, and said softly: "It's finally over."

On the other hand, when Xu Yan saw so much sword energy attacking him at the same time, he knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to take them away without any damage. So he activated Fu Yao in his hand and condensed the only remaining energy in his body on the sword body.

Fu Yao trembled violently in his hands, and at the same time, there were trembling sounds like cicadas on it.

Xu Yan wanted to draw his sword and slash it out, but then he was instantly swallowed by a strong wind that suddenly blew up in the courtyard.

The strong wind was so strong that almost all the disciples of the Chun-sect sect who were present could not open their eyes. Therefore, no one could see that in this wind, a pair of bamboo chopsticks were shooting out of thin air into the hundreds of sword energy, and the only sword light with a little brightness.

After a bamboo chopstick hit the sword light, it quietly turned into powder, but the sword light dimmed at least half of the light.

Zhou Xian, who was fully manipulating the red candle, couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of scarlet red from his mouth.

After tightly responding, another bamboo chopstick hit the sword light again.

The sword light was finally overwhelmed and flew backwards by the impact, turning into the original red candle.

The sword energy in the sky dissipated. After the red candle fell to the ground, Zhou Xian's body was directly bombarded out of the Liuyun courtyard like a firecracker.

The strong wind receded.

The whole courtyard was silent.

In the courtyard, it seemed as if nothing had happened, leaving only a group of disciples from the Chun-sect sect, looking at each other.

"roll!"

A crisp sound like an oriole was the first to break the tranquility and came into the ears of every disciple of the Spring Sect present.

The sound was like thunder, causing a storm.

After hearing the sound, more than a dozen inner disciples of the Chun-sect sect flocked to escape immediately, not even caring about picking up the red candle.
Chapter completed!