On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Pan Long finally got Laba porridge.

However, what he gave him Laba porridge was not Cui Gu, but a sword light falling from the sky.

That is the flying sword technique commonly used by Taoist sects. Flying swords can be used for combat, for rushing, and of course they can also be used to deliver express delivery.

But... Pan Long has lived so much, this is the first time he heard that someone has used a flying sword to deliver express delivery.

At that time, he was guiding Zheng Shuang to practice martial arts as the "White Tiger Star". Since Zheng Shuang took the Ice and Fire Xingqi Decoction he prepared, his internal energy cultivation has been improving every day. In less than a month, his internal energy cultivation is no less than that of ordinary tourists who have been practicing hard for more than ten years.

Or to put it another way, when Pan Long first came out of the world, his internal strength was not as good as Zheng Shuang now.

Seeing that his apprentice progressed so quickly, Pan Long was relieved and also felt a little moved.

Seven years ago, I was just as strong as that of Zheng Shuang - strictly speaking, it may not be as good as Zheng Shuang. After all, Zheng Shuang's kung fu skills in his sword can be said to have mastered his skills. Even the innate master may die under his swords several times.

But in just seven years, I only took more than a month to train a middle-aged man who did not understand martial arts into a person who is also a good player in the world.

His progress has indeed been great over the years. If he writes down his experiences over the years, he can write them into a storyteller and let the storyteller tell stories.

...Oh, probably not. It is possible that the story of a thief is so obvious that the storyteller may be bad.

(Do you want to go home during the Chinese New Year this year? Anyway, Wen Chao helped me to relieve the hidden danger that might have been caught by the Jiuzhou Formation. It should be fine to go back now, right?)

(Today is already the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. If you want to go home, you will set off now.)

(The identity of Pan Long is fine. When you go back to your hometown, you can explain it to anyone. However, the identity of Baihuxing has not appeared for more than a month or even two months, and the flaw is too big.)

(Contact with the teacher and ask her to help me arrange it so that Baihuxing will appear in Yunzhou during the Chinese New Year?)

Just as he was thinking secretly, a sword light fell from the sky and turned into a golden and red short sword, floating in front of him.

On the dagger, there was a small jade talisman hanging.

Pan Long had never seen this sword, but he recognized the jade talisman - it was a failed item he made of storage props under Bi Lingkong's guidance. It was just equivalent to a small package, and it did not have the ability to maintain quality, because the temperature inside the jade talisman was not low, and things would rot and deteriorate after being left for a long time.

He took off the jade talisman from the sword, and before he could say anything, the short sword turned into a sword and rushed into the sky, disappearing without a trace.

Inside the jade talisman is a pot of hot eight-treasure porridge and a piece of paper.

The paper reads: Today I passed by Jizhou and found a restaurant selling Laba porridge. I remembered that you also seemed to have the habit of cooking Laba porridge. I brought you a portion to see if the Laba porridge in Jizhou is suitable for your taste.

There is no signature at the end, but looking at the arrogant handwriting, Pan Long will know who the author is.

"It seems that the teacher has drunk a lot today. I'm afraid I haven't prepared to serve the food, otherwise I shouldn't have been drunk like this." He said to himself.

Bi Lingkong is very interesting. She has two completely different sets of calligraphy. Under normal circumstances, her calligraphy is smooth and upright, and she has a gentleman style. She is worthy of being the descendant of the Confucian school. But if she gets drunk and is a little drunk, her calligraphy will become wild and unrestrained, with every stroke and a stroke, full of momentum.

Pan Long felt that her calligraphy after getting drunk was the "No. 1 Demon God in the World". As for her usual calligraphy, it may be just a simple habit and cannot reflect her true heart.

Bi Lingkong had a poor alcohol tolerance, so he didn't drink much. Pan Long studied with her for more than two years, but only saw her drunk once.

It was the Dragon Boat Festival. They went to see the Miao Township Gu Master produce the Gu. The Gu Master dug out twelve jars, but the result was that there were dead bugs in it. No even if there were living things in one jar, it was a complete failure.

Bi Lingkong was holding a wine gourd and laughed loudly. He laughed while drinking, but ended up getting drunk.

After getting drunk, she went crazy and rushed into the sky in the first-class firelight, and didn't know where she went. After about an hour, she saw that it was dark in the sky, but she came back with a wild boar as huge as a hill.

"Jie Zhu is not bad. After cutting the bacon, you can eat it for three months." She said.

The wild boar suddenly burst into tears like two streams, and screamed in a howling voice: "Great God Yiwu, I have never castrated the little beast since I was young. I have lived for more than 600 years. The meat is fishy and not delicious!"

Pan Long was startled and asked, "What kind of monster are you?"

"I'm not a monster, I'm the mountain god of Guazi Mountain!" The wild boar cried and cried, "I've been practicing since I've been able to practice. I haven't eaten any blood food in five hundred years. My skin and flesh are dry, and I don't have the smell of meat!"

Pan Long didn't expect that Bi Lingkong was drunk and wanted to catch a mountain god to make bacon. After all, he persuaded her and finally got around the unlucky mountain god's life.

Bi Lingkong couldn't eat smoked pork, so he used fire to burn clouds in the sky to write. It was written with dragons, flying phoenixes, iron and silver hooks, just like a group of crabs who won a battle, and they were victorious and still facing each other. It was like a scent of arrogance between the lines.

Later, after Bi Lingkong woke up, he sighed that he was still drunk and missed the situation, so he should drink less in the future.

Pan Long didn't expect that after a few years, the teacher actually got drunk again.

He was not worried that Bi Lingkong would encounter danger - there was probably no one in the world who was qualified to encounter any "danger" she encountered. He was only worried that he would not persuade her by the teacher this time, would the teacher catch another unlucky mountain god land and go to make barbecue...

However, he is now 108,000 miles away from Jizhou and has no time to rush there after having wings. He can only secretly wish the demon gods in Jizhou good luck and must not be caught by drunk teachers and turned into fresh fish in the sea and land.

The pot of Laba porridge tasted average, mainly because the sugar was put a little too much. But the cooking skills were really enough. The beans were all cooked so thin that they tasted very soft and glutinous.

Pan Long also distributed the porridge to Zheng Shuang's family and told them that it was sent by an elder to Jizhou. Zheng Shuang's family was very surprised, naturally surprised by the elder's ability, and Xi was the kindness of Master Xiyue.

There is no habit of making Laba porridge in Yangzhou, but sweets are always popular, especially among children.

Pan Long was not very interested in this too sweet Laba porridge. It was enough to eat a bowl of Laba porridge and thank the teacher for his feelings. Zheng Shuang and his wife didn't eat much, and a large pot of Laba porridge was mainly filled with Zheng Shuang's two sons' stomachs.

Before lunch, after eating a big pot of porridge, the two kids were hungry again at three or four o'clock in the afternoon. It really corresponds to the folk proverb: Half a young man, I'm poor.
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