My Debauched Devotion

"My filial piety has gone bad ()" Find the latest chapter!

In the end, relying on his sharp tongue, Xiao Ran managed to extract 10,000 spiritual stones from his master, and asked the two nephews of Zhu Jianfeng to bring them back to the master to build his luxurious flying sword boat.

After a day of tossing, I have almost figured out the random crit.

Using the power of the second-order resonance can increase the critical strike probability to about one-twentieth, and can draw 100% of the master's power. For the time being, it can only use the power of the Nascent Soul, and the future is unknown.

By the way, you can also earn some filial piety points. Although there is only one filial piety point at a time, it is very long-lasting and rarely decays. It is just a waste of arms and legs.

The system clearly judged that the filial piety was successful, but the master was furious and beat people...

Xiao Ran didn't understand.

Take a look at the filial piety value: 49!

Hot springs, massages, fine wines, delicious food every day... There is no repetition of upgrades, and the filial piety points you get are getting less and less.

It is still far from the price of 300 filial piety to buy the full-level "Ten Thousand Layers of Qi Refining".

There are still twenty days before the Tianjiao Conference.

There are at most seven or eight days before the high-grade grains and herbs mature.

There is still time.

But Xiao Ran couldn't just sit idle, he had to continue to develop other ways of filial piety.

Chuyan sees him differently recently.

Squinting his eyes slightly, it was meaningful, but he gritted his teeth tightly, showing a kind of unwillingness to admit defeat.

Spinning cotton day and night, peeling cocoons, and designing clothes, I have to waste several picture books a day.

This is a good thing.

Xiao Ran didn't expect her to practice well, as long as she didn't delay in taking care of the valley.

After all, Xiao Ran also farmed to make wine for her master, so she managed the valley in an orderly manner.

Occasionally, Xiao Ran looked at the clothes she drew, and they looked pretty, so he said:

"Remember to design a dress for me too."

Chuyan squinted her eyes and nodded:

"it is good."

Xiao Ran's premonition is not very good...

Master is a little bored, sleeping, drinking, soaking in hot springs, studying card skills, and dreaming of getting rich.

Seeing that the value of filial piety is getting scarcer day by day, Xiao Ran started the second step of performing filial piety through entertainment.

Using his spiritual power, resonance power and full-level painting skills, he developed the skill of "splashing ink into a painting with ideas".

The quality of the painting is definitely not comparable to strokes and knife carvings, but it has full-level painting skills and a very good prototype, which is much higher than Chen Qingyuan's level.

Xiao Ran began to paint with ideas on bamboo boards, serializing "The Horse Breaks the Sky".

The reason why this well-known web novel was serialized first is because the protagonist of the original novel is called Xiao Yan, whose name is only one letter different from his. It looked very substituting in the past, so the plot is more memorable and easy to reproduce.

After drawing casually for a long time, I drew 10% of the plot of the original work. I found the master who was studying card skills on the pine root, and asked:

"Master, do you like to look at paintings?"

Ling Zhouyue took a sip of her wine, continued to fiddle with the bamboo card without raising her head, and said something faintly.

"Did you draw Netherworld?"

"no."

"Then don't look at it."

Xiao Ran was not discouraged, and continued to attack.

"What I draw is a picture book with a story."

Ling Zhouyue waved her hand.

"What annoys me the most is the stories. As an elder holding the sword, I fight so hard every day against the Netherworld. I have to use my brain to look at a picture, aren't you tired?"

Elder holding a sword fights against the Netherworld...

You can really say it!

Xiao Ran hurriedly explained:

"Master, you misunderstood. Don't use your brain to look at my painting. You must not use your brain to look at it. The less you use your brain, the better it looks."

"yes?"

Ling Zhouyue raised her head and glanced at the drawing board.

"Then let me see."

"The horse breaks the sky, um..."

Looking at the title of the painting, Ling Zhouyue thought how could a horse break the sky? But she also felt that Xiao Ran had a deep meaning, so in order not to reveal her intelligence, she nodded thoughtfully.

"The painting is pretty good!"

"You can also swipe and turn pages to form a continuous story. Where did you come up with so many ghost ideas?"

After turning a few pages, she suddenly remembered something.

"You idiot! Last time in Baicaofeng Hot Spring Valley, you were really peeping and painting!"

at this point,

Xiao Ran didn't bother to deny it.

"It's for art."

Ling Zhouyue's sword eyes were slightly cold, she continued to look through, her brows became more and more wrinkled, and she finally couldn't help complaining:

"You, Xiao Yan, have a big problem! Xun'er is still underage, and you touch other people's beds? How do you let her marry when she grows up? Or, does this Xiao Ran have your massage skills?"

Xiao Ran hurriedly said:

"He also did this to improve Xun'er's physique, treating Xun'er as his younger sister!"

"Why is this Nalan Yanran so beautiful? Is she the heroine?"

"no."

Ling Zhouyue flipped through dozens of pages, and felt that the character's force value was too low, and she lacked interest.

"Is there a role as a teacher in this story? If not, don't read it."

Xiao Ran panicked, and adapted on the spot:

"Some, some, called, called... By the way, it's called Yun Yun, and the role is very similar to Master."

"Yunyun? Why is it the name of a passerby? I suddenly don't want to read it."

"Yun Yun is Nalan Yanran's master, the suzerain of the Yunlan Sect, and is very powerful."

Ling Zhouyue glanced at Xiao Ran quietly.

"Is it the mistress?"

No, it has to be!

Xiao Ran gritted his teeth and said:

"Of course it's the heroine, it has to be the heroine, long live Yun Yun, forever God!"

"interesting."

Ling Zhouyue was thoughtful, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Hurry up and draw, I'll take a look."

At some point, Chuyanmao seemed to see the content of the painting behind the two of them.

"Then what about Xun'er? You've already touched his body!"

Xiao Ran smiled and stroked her dog's head.

"It doesn't hurt to touch, does it?"

Chu Yan gritted her teeth and jumped out of the comfort of touching her head, reached out and grabbed Xiao Ran's wrist, just like catching a thief.

"If you dare to misbehave with her, you can see that the master will not beat you to death."

Lingzhou Yuetun drank and said with a smile:

"Haha, it's just a picture book, don't be too substituting."

Continue to turn backwards, and suddenly said:

"This little fairy doctor looks a bit like a young master. I'll show it to my master later."

Chuyan suddenly understood, and hurriedly said:

"Master, you have seen it, this guy is very scheming, you must not enter it, maybe you will become a demon, and be controlled by him physically and mentally."

Ling Zhou tilted the moon.

"Hey, is there such a special effect?"

Chu Yan: It's over...

...

After setting up the master, Xiao Ran sat on the boulder beside Jianping cliff, studying the newly forged natal sword.

The so-called natal sword is an exclusive spiritual sword that is matched and polished according to its own spiritual rate. It is much smoother to use than ordinary ones, at least much more convenient than disciple swords.

Xiao Ran controlled the flying sword, rose from the sword, and swayed the sword energy, all in one go, very smooth, as if it was like his own hand, unable to feel the existence of the sword.

Surprisingly, for the ten-fold increase in sharpness brought by the perfect sword pattern, Xiao Ran can only use two or three times, which is the limit.

He tried to resonate with the sword pattern, only to barely hit the five times increase.

He tried to resonate with the blade.

The result was the same as the stele, and he couldn't resonate with it.

The resonance consciousness was unable to penetrate into the internal details of the sword material.

The spirit pattern is perfect, but the power displayed so far is only a few times sharper at most.

Resonance swordsmanship can be performed, but it cannot resonate with the sword itself.

Is this Broken Sword really above the Heaven Rank?

Xiao Ran always felt that this sword contained greater power.

For the time being, he can't see through it yet, so he can only take it slowly.

Theoretically, the natal sword needs more practice, and it is best to wear it with you as much as possible.

Fortunately, although this sword is not eye-catching, it is slender and well-proportioned, and it looks good when hung on the waist.

When Chu Yan saw Xiao Ran with the sword, she was slightly startled, and quickly returned to indifference.

"An embroidered pillow is not as good as my sewing needle."

Xiao Ran frowned slightly.

"You seem to have something to say."

"I don't."

Chu Yan turned and left.

...

The days of Zhijianfeng slowed down.

Xiao Ran practiced sword every day, played cards, massaged his master, and cooked some delicious food occasionally.

As long as the food is delicious, spring frogs and autumn cicadas can smell it against the wind. They will find all kinds of reasons to hold the sword peak. Today they lack medicinal materials.

Xiao Ran lived a leisurely life.

It's like being in a paradise, occasionally forgetting the horrors of the doomed world outside.

But only occasionally.

Only caring about the little family and ignoring everyone will not only feel uneasy, but also unable to last.

Only when the world is at peace can he enjoy farming and family happiness with peace of mind.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff in the valley, Xiao Ran guarded the wheat and medicinal herbs every day, hoping that they would grow up day by day.

Occasionally, spring frogs and autumn cicadas would sit on his shoulders, one gnawing on roasted sweet potatoes and the other on roasted corn.

"In your painting "The Horse Breaks the Sky", you, uncle, master, Chu Yan...you all have roles, why don't you have us?"

Xiao Ran explained dumbfoundingly.

"Who did you listen to? This story is adapted from a folktale in my hometown, and the characters have no corresponding relationship with us."

The two girls were taken aback for a moment, their calves trembling slightly in anger.

"Your hometown discriminates against nonhumans?"

When it came to racial discrimination, Xiao Ran changed his words in fright.

"Don't worry, I'll draw two twin fillies for you right away, and I'll leave it to you to break the sky and protect the world."

The two girls rolled their eyes and suddenly became excited.

"Wow, that's the point, that's the point!"

"Okay, okay, remember not to let the little mare transform again, we only transform to live!"

The days passed.

The moonlight is like water, the sunset is like gold, the wind blows the wheat waves, and the drizzle is like weaving.

Looking forward to, looking forward to.

After a heavy rain one night, the next day, after the rain, the sun was shining.

Xiao Ran smelled the fragrance of rice.