As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

After Huang Laogou and Jiankui Lao Li left.

Chen Zhian turned his gaze towards the old fox dozing off in the corner.

"Senior Cang Hu, are there any wild berries and vegetables in Qing Qiu? I want the kind that contain Dao fragments..."

The old fox raised his head and glanced at Chen Zhian, as if he had not expected that it had anything to do with this.

who is it?

That is a great demon at the half-step quasi-saint realm.

How could the leader of the Qingqiu Fox Clan dig wild vegetables for this boy who didn't respect his elders?

I don't even bother to care...

Chen Zhian was not annoyed when he saw this, he just waved towards the kitchen.

Then a little girl eating candied haws jumped out of the kitchen

The old fox's mouth twitched slightly.

With a wry smile, he dragged his tired body to go dig wild vegetables...

Chen A'man was lying in the rocking chair, looking at the old guys who were being controlled by Chen Zhian, and couldn't help but want to mock them.

Suddenly he felt someone's eyes on him, his face darkened, and he said in a muffled voice: "Don't go too far, you bastard. I'm your biological father, and now I'm seriously injured and dying..."

"Dad, don't get me wrong, I just want to ask if you can eat spicy food."

Chen Zhian chuckled and ignored Chen Aman.

He turned around and asked Chen Zhiming how he could become a master of the art.

"You said that you have now reached the Perfection of the Void God Realm?"

Chen Zhiming squatted in front of the stove, playing with the fire stick in his hand. He looked at Chen Zhian who was also squatting with him and asked quietly: "Then did you see a road, a road of sword energy, probably as wide as the sea..."

Chen Zhian shook his head blankly.

"What about the creek?"

Chen Zhiming asked again.

Chen Zhian still shook his head.

"Don't tell me you only saw a stinky ditch..."

Chen Zhiming frowned slightly: "A stinky ditch is fine, anyway, you are not a pure swordsman, you can't ask for too much."

"I, I didn't see anything..."

Chen Zhian said weakly: "If I have to say what I saw, I might have seen a drop of water..."

As he spoke, he put his fingers together and the sword condensed into a drop of water between his fingers, which was the newly realized Falling Rain Sword Intent.

"A drop of water..."

Chen Zhiming frowned and was silent for a long time before he praised: "Your drop of water is quite pure."

"Second brother, what kind of road do you see?"

Chen Zhian knew that his talent in swordsmanship was somewhat lacking.

The reason why Chen Zhiming could say such idealistic words was probably because his money-making ability was still resonating with his brain, making it impossible for him to open his mouth to slander others.

If he continues asking questions, my ability to use money will probably lose its effect.

I had to divert my attention.

"What I saw was the Sword Qi Throne."

Chen Zhiming signaled Chen Zhian to retract his magical powers to avoid being contaminated, and comforted him in a thoughtful manner: "Don't be discouraged. A drop of water is always better than a needle. It is said that some people saw a needle before they entered the realm of Tongxuan. The sword is even smaller than your water."

"What happened next? How did that person become a Tongxuan?"

Chen Zhian's face showed a slight joy, it turned out that he was not the weakest.

Since a needle can be so profound, there is no reason why a drop of water would be weaker than a needle.

As long as the road ahead is not broken.

He is confident that he can use money to build Tongxuan...

Chen Zhiming looked at Chen Zhian with pity and said quietly, "He turned to medicine and became a great acupuncturist. You can also try selling water. I think you can make money there."

Chen Zhian: "...Don't even think about getting money from me anymore."

You can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth, so there's no need to ask this guy.

As a rare genius in a century, it is impossible for him to sell water.

"Actually there is another possibility..."

Chen Zhiming was probably frightened by the threat of not paying him, so he forced a smile on his face and said slowly while looking at the space crack in the yard, "There is a great terror between life and death, which can completely stimulate potential.

The sword was born for war.

Winter plums cannot grow in a greenhouse, nor can real killing weapons be sharpened.

If you really want to follow the path of swordsmanship, you can enter the Holy Ruins and challenge the geniuses.

Feel the sword intent between life and death, break his Qi Sea a few times, and maybe you will see the way. "

"Understanding the sword's will between life and death..."

Chen Zhian frowned slightly.

Since he started practicing, the only time he faced a life-and-death crisis was when Zhao Wuji was separated from the world.

In the way of kendo, there is killing power, but it is not pure enough.

Entering the Holy Ruins to challenge the geniuses may really be a way...

The original body definitely cannot go.

But he can erase his own memory and forget that he is a substitute.

Leave behind the fragments of martial arts and the skills learned from the Book of the Dead.

Entering the Holy Ruins as a pure sword cultivator, with the seal of the Heavenly Emperor at most...

“You can consider...”

Chen Zhian nodded slightly.

Then he glanced at the stove which had run out of firewood, and said expressionlessly: "Just light your pot, the fire is out. With your skills, you can't even be a fire boy in a brothel, and you still have the nerve to ask me for my wages..."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

Chen Zhiming's face turned slightly dark, and the sword intent on the fire stick rolled up, wanting to kill the idiot with one sword.

But then I thought that this is the God of Wealth.

I really wanted to be struck to death. I wouldn’t know where to write an IOU when I need money in the future. So I better hold it in.

……

The problem of the interruption of the sword path has been solved, and Chen Zhian is in a good mood.

I swung on the swing with Xiao Zhidong for a while, and when I saw the sun was about to set, I rolled up my sleeves and started preparing the base for the hot pot.

The rich and heavy aroma of kui butter filled the entire mansion, making Jiang Baihu, who was peeping from next door, cry with envy.

Chen Zhian's base ingredients have just been cooked.

Old Li also appeared in the yard carrying a millstone-sized lobster, and also carrying some conch, sea cabbage, abalone and other seafood...

Chen Zhian was very satisfied with his performance.

After praising him, he was asked to use the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique to cut the meat, and the thickness must be even and as thin as a cicada's wing.

Lao Li hesitated and wanted to refuse.

After all, as a sword master with superb swordsmanship, going to the South China Sea to hunt shrimps is already his bottom line.

His swordsmanship was for killing, not cutting meat.

But when he saw Chen Zhiming, who was alone in the sword world, squatting in the corner and using the Thirty-Six Swords to make a fire, he was scolded for the fire being too strong and for the fire being too small, just like a punching bag.

He had nothing to hesitate about...

He started working on the stool quickly.

He drew his sword, and the sword flashed like a spear, and he cut off the tenderest pieces of meat from the Qilin and the dragon.

Then slice it into meat rolls as thin as cicada wings.

The sword technique is skillful, and the thickness is even, which is pleasing to the eye.

"As expected, he is the sword master, but he looks a little ugly..."

Chen Zhian stroked his chin, looking at the sword master who was drawing empty sword marks in the air, and felt that there was a place for him in the brothel kitchen.

Just when Lao Li was cutting meat.

The old fox also came back, followed by the evil ape.

The demon ape shrank to a size of about seven feet long, with a bamboo basket on its back filled with wild vegetables and berries...

The old fox glanced at Chen Zhian with his narrow eyes and said quietly, "Nine-petal fragrant ganoderma, Vermillion Bird Fruit, Blood Dragon Grass, Spiritual Mushroom, Enlightenment Flower, and Thousand-year Monkey Wine... They are all wild fruits and magical medicines rich in vitality essence. What you want is all here.

But let’s make it clear in advance.

This is not something that ordinary people can eat. People below the Tongxuan realm can only eat two mouthfuls before they cannot bear the strong medicinal properties. If you get sick from eating this, don’t look for Old Fox…”

"No, Zhidong can testify that I, Chen Zhian, am not that kind of person."

Chen Zhian glanced at the old fox and said with a faint smile: "Senior Canghu, please go to the snow mountain again and dig an ice cellar to chill the monkey wine. It's very hot in late summer and early autumn. It's not fun to eat hot pot without ice wine..."

The old fox's face darkened.

He gave the demon ape a look, signaling him to stand up and say a few fair words.

The demon ape looked back at it and said in a muffled voice, "It was me who went to steal the wine just now. If I don't go, you go by yourself."

"idiot..."

The old fox narrowed his eyes, jumped up and kicked the demon ape into the void...