Yin Li returned to the house and lit the oil lamp. After a while, Jiang Niannian came in with noodles.

Two bowls.

The noodles are crystal clear, with a hint of oil and green onions floating on the soup, and the fragrance is everywhere.

Seeing Yin Li's puzzled expression, Jiang Niannian said, "I haven't eaten either. Can we eat together?"

"Um."

Jiang Niannian smiled and passed the chopsticks over.

The noodles are chewy, each one is crystal clear.

Yin Li lowered his head, his back was lonely but with an unbreakable arrogance and stubbornness, his neck was slightly bent, and he was eating noodles with a wheezing sound. He must be very hungry.

Jiang Niannian looked at it, smiled widely, lowered her head, and ate her own bowl.

…

The faint sunlight poured into the woods warmly, and the cry of a pig broke through the bamboo forest.

"Wow! You're so heartless, you pig killer!"

Jiang Niannian nodded and said gently, "After all, Niannian was greedy and stewed the pig against her conscience. You should save some energy. My baby needs to recuperate. I will be gentle and let you die euthanasia."

An hour later, the family of three sat at the stone table in the yard eating fresh pork tripe soup.

Meiqiu was impatient. Just when Nian Nian was about to blow on the pig stomach on the chopsticks before giving it to it, it unexpectedly took it away in one bite.

"Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof——" Coal Ball's mouth kept moving, as if he wanted to spit out what was in his mouth, but he was reluctant to do so.

Jiang Niannian was surprised. How could a piece of pig stomach make the dog bark?

She asked cautiously, "Did the pork belly hit you in the mouth?"

"It's burned." Yin Li said calmly, glancing at the coal, with some coldness in his eyes.

Why does Nian Nian feed it but never feeds me?

After dinner, Jiang Niannian told a maid, "The pork has been prepared. Just stew it for lunch. The young master is weak, so you have to eat on time and not be careless."

After saying this, he handed over another fifty spirit stones. Although the maid was reluctant, she still agreed.

"Where are you going?"

Yin Li stood behind her, his hands clenched slightly at his sides.

"I'm going to Baiqi Peak to buy a sword. Otherwise, my feet will hurt from going up and down the mountain all day." Baiqi Peak, as the name suggests, is the residence of Nanhua Zhenjun and his disciples. All the weapons in Rimu come from here.

Yin Li seemed to be relieved and said to her, "Come back soon."

"good."

Another hour later, Jiang Niannian was stunned when she saw the three words "Ji Ba Ge" written on the tall building in front of her.

"Did I go to the wrong place?" Jiang Niannian muttered softly.

"Are you here to buy weapons?" A male cultivator who was forging iron put down his work and asked.

"Um."

"Then you're not wrong." He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Although our Nanhua Zhenjun is an expert in refining weapons, he is a young man with little education. His limbs are strong but his mind is simple. His own weapon is the Qiankun Ji, which is famous in the area. When he wrote the inscription, he wanted to write Ji Ba Ge, but because he didn't know how to write the characters "Ji" and "Ba", he just wrote two homophones. Don't mention it in front of him, he won't like it."

"I see. Thank you." Jiang Niannian was about to go inside to take a look when a familiar male voice came from behind: "What are you doing here?"

Three parts surprise, seven parts anger.

"Senior Brother." The male cultivator just called out to the newcomer.

Jiang Niannian turned around and it was indeed Xi Fan.

Thinking of what he had done to her child before, Jiang Niannian looked a little unhappy: "Of course he came to buy weapons."

"You?" Xi Fan put his hands on his hips, glanced at her, and said with contempt: "A Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator can't even wield a sword, how dare you buy a weapon?"

"Whether I buy a sword or not is none of your business."

"Of course it's my business. Look carefully, this is Baiqi Peak, my territory. I won't sell anything here to you no matter who you are. So, buy the sword and take it back to protect that little bastard... haha."

A stream of spiritual power hit his abdomen, and he was caught off guard and was knocked several meters away.

Jiang Niannian didn't want to get too entangled with him, so she said, "How dare you scold my young master? Go to hell~" and was about to step into the pavilion, but a fierce palm wind came from behind.

"You dare to hit me? I'll kill you!"

Jiang Niannian immediately turned sideways, and the broad palm brushed along her cheek. The spiritual power created a big hole in the wall behind her. It was a close call!

She frowned slightly and quickly used a move that could cut off the legs of her descendants. Xi Fan seemed to be in great pain and trembled a few times from his throat. Before he could recover, Jiang Niannian gathered the spiritual power in her hands and slapped him in the face so close to her.

"Bang!" The sound was so loud that it frightened everyone present.

Who is this woman? How dare she hit our senior brother like this?!

Xi Fan took several steps back, his right cheek was swollen, and his clothes and hair were in disarray.

He yelled, "Tell me quickly, what kind of evil magic did you practice? How is it possible that you can go from foundation building to golden elixir in just three days?!"

Although Jiang Niannian and Xi Fan are both in the Jindan stage, Jiang Niannian has a slight advantage, but it's only because Xi Fan has let down her guard against her. When it comes to a formal confrontation, she is still a little short.

Jiang Niannian looked at the murderous intent and anger in Xi Fan's eyes, and felt a little flustered.

"You little bastard, you're causing trouble for me again!" A loud and confident male voice rang out.

"Master..." Xi Fan turned around tremblingly, looking at the fierce-looking man in iron armor behind him, and explained weakly: "Master, she was the first to attack..."

Jiang Niannian looked at the old man calmly. Is this the Master of Nanhua, Ji Yufeng?

"Don't bother talking nonsense here. I saw you sneaking up on a little girl from behind when I got here." Ji Yufeng slapped Xi Fan, making him stagger. Then he smiled and said to Jiang Niannian, "Little girl, what's your name?"

"My name is Jiang Yan, and my nickname is Nian Nian. You can just call me Nian Nian."

"Ah, that's a good name... Jiang what's it?"

"Jiang Nian Nian."

"Hmm...what are you thinking?"

"...Jiang Nian Nian."

Brother, my name only has three characters, and two of them are repeated. How come you can't remember them?

"Jiang Niannian." Ji Yufeng nodded, as if he had remembered it, and said, "My disciple is a bad-tempered person. Don't take it to heart. Let's go to my pavilion. You can pick any weapon you like. It will be considered as compensation."

Jiang Niannian was a little surprised: "How can this be so embarrassing."

"You're welcome."

Xi Fan was unconvinced and said, "Master, it was obviously this woman..."

"That's enough. I don't know what kind of person you are. Go and copy the Disciple Sutra ten times."

"……yes."

In a few rooms.

Various exquisitely crafted weapons were hung on the wall, some were piled up in the corners, various mechanical parts and semi-finished products were placed in a disorderly manner on the ground, as well as a series of tools such as saws, axes, files, etc., each of which was shining coldly and extremely sharp.

It doesn't look like a regular weapons store, but more like a personal studio.

There was a pile of wrinkled papers on the table. Jiang Niannian thought they were weapon drawings, so she picked up three at random and took a look.

The first piece of paper read "Live as a hero, die as a heroic ghost", with the words "作" (to be a hero) and "死" (to die) circled.

The second piece of paper read "The plum blossoms and snow are competing for spring and refuse to give in; the poets are busy writing reviews", with the words "訷" and "笔" circled.

The third one reads "Flying and sinking are separated by reason, how can I comfort my sincerity?", with the characters "自" and "慰" circled.

Ji Yufeng looked over and said with a smile: "Ha, my wife is about to give birth. I asked Shi Jing to tell my fortune a few days ago and it's a boy. Isn't this just giving him a name in advance?"

Seeking death, writing nonsense, masturbating...

You may say he is educated, but if he had read more books he would not have chosen such a name. You may say he is uneducated, but he just copied a few lines of poetry in a very realistic way.

Jiang Niannian's mouth twitched. "Brother, this is not how you name a child. When your son is born, he will crawl back into his mother's belly after seeing this name."