Time flies, the years pass by like a shuttle.
Two months later.
Gong Chenyan stayed in the Dzi Bead for half a year, and his cultivation rapidly rose to the great perfection of foundation building, while his younger brothers and sisters reached the great perfection of Qi refining.
The one year and seven month old little ones, after reaching a bottleneck in their cultivation, left the sect one after another to overcome their tribulations.
At this moment, Chi Jiujiu was lying on Shen Mojin's simple and elegant bed.
She reached out and lifted a corner of the gray quilt, then rubbed her sore waist and climbed up with difficulty.
After the body stood up straight.
She slowly moved her buttocks to the edge of the bed, removed her slender, straight comic legs from the quilt, and stepped lightly on the floor covered with gray monster skins.
"Yin Ming!——"
Chi Jiujiu called out Yin Ming to use as a crutch. She was about to go into the bathtub to check whether the man had finished the medicinal bath.
"Jiujiu, why did you come down?"
Shen Mojin had just prepared a medicinal bath for the woman. When he walked over, he saw Jiujiu holding Yin Ming, her legs trembling as she moved slowly. He felt both distressed and amused.
He quickly picked up the woman and teleported to the bathtub.
Shen Mojin carefully placed Chi Jiujiu into the bathtub filled with medicine. Chi Jiujiu slowly immersed herself in the water, with only her head exposed.
"Jiujiu, how do you feel?" Shen Mojin asked with concern.
Chi Jiujiu closed her eyes slightly, feeling the warmth of the medicine seeping through her skin. "Hmm... very comfortable, the effect is good. Thank you, Ajin."
Shen Mojin smiled with his dark eyes, "This is what a husband should do. A good soak will help Jiujiu recover faster."
Chi Jiujiu was enjoying the nourishment of the medicinal bath peacefully, while Shen Mojin was sitting quietly beside her, guarding her.
As time passed, Chi Jiujiu's body gradually recovered its vitality. She stood up from the bathtub, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.
Shen Mojin, "Wine, how about it?"
Chi Jiujiu, "Thanks to the medicinal bath that Ajin prepared, I feel like I've been reborn."
The two smiled at each other, and the tacit understanding and love between them filled the air.
After the medicinal bath.
Chi Jiujiu's condition has completely recovered.
After two months of dual cultivation, Shen Mojin's cultivation in the middle stage of the Tribulation Realm was consolidated, and Chi Jiujiu's cultivation reached the great perfection of the late Nascent Soul Realm.
However, this great perfection is rather "superficial".
Tomorrow is the day of the sect competition.
She planned to suppress her cultivation first, and then try to break through to the God Transformation Realm after returning from the sect competition.
"Ajin, let's go see how the disciples are preparing."
…
Shen Mojin and Chi Jiujiu came to the main hall square, where all the disciples who were going to participate in the competition tomorrow had already gathered.
Seeing the two people coming, the disciples immediately stood in line, bowed, and shouted in unison.
"Greetings to the Sect Master and the Clan Leader!"
"No need to be polite!"
Chi Jiujiu Chatong glanced at the five hundred disciples on the field. There were ten people in white clothes, and the rest were all in black clothes. She was a little surprised for a moment.
Are there so few white disciples with bone ages between five and thirty?
Among the little white men, two are Shen Mojin’s nephews—Shen Qi’an and Shen Yu’an.
One is Lu Qingran’s junior fellow apprentice, Su Xuan, who was previously watched by Chi Jiujiu as he was trying to overcome the tribulation. His cultivation has now reached the Nascent Soul stage.
Chi Jiujiu didn’t recognize the rest of them. They should be the ones among the last batch of new disciples whose cultivation level improved more slowly.
Chi Jiujiu asked Shen Mojin beside her, "Ajin, is the number of participants limited to 500?"
Shen Mojin opened his thin lips slightly, "Each sect is limited to two thousand, and in our sect, there are only five hundred who meet the bone age requirements." These are the ones selected from the last batch of new disciples.
Ever since I took revenge in Huangzhou.
The Hexian Sect only accepted two nephews and did not recruit any new disciples.
Chi Jiujiu asked through telepathic transmission, "In a group battle, with 500 of us, um, 501 people including me, can we defeat the disciples of other sects?"
Shen Mojin pursed his lips and smiled, "One Transformation God can stop five Yuanying."
Chi Jiujiu understood.
Then she glanced at the disciples' black clothes, which she felt were too plain.
The key point is that these black clothes were made by the disciples themselves, with different styles and no unified sect standard.
She was busy with cultivation before and rarely paid attention to such issues.
Now.
Looking at the handsome "little black bosses" who were all raised by her, she felt an inexplicable sense of pride.
And next, she, as the leader, will lead these five hundred little black guys out of the sect to fight.
She had to think about how to make the disciples wear uniform clothes.
Crane Immortal Sect...
Hexian Sect?
How about a crane logo?
Chi Jiujiu looked at the man with tea eyes, "Ajin, our sect doesn't have a uniform for disciples?"
Shen Mojin, "Well, just make sure the colors are consistent."
Chi Jiujiu said softly, "I want the disciples to add a unified logo on their robes. This way, when we meet black-robed disciples from other sects after leaving the sect, we won't be confused."
Shen Mojin, "Good."
Chi Jiujiu said, "Ajin, I think we can take crane feathers and distribute them to them to embroider on their clothes."
Shen Mojin was stunned. This was a bit difficult. When he made the white feather dress for Jiujiu, he plucked the crane's feathers with his Mahayana cultivation level, and his hands were pecked many times by the crane.
The whispers between the two were clearly heard by the Shenhua disciples present.
The black disciples' eyes lit up. They really wanted to possess a white crane feather. In their hearts, they were secretly looking forward to it. "Master, you did a great job. Sect Master, please agree to it!"
Shen Mojin hesitated for a moment, "I'm afraid this is inappropriate. Xianhe has a proud temperament."
Chi Jiujiu smiled, "Don't worry, I'll trick them. Ah Jin, go back to Yufengju and wait. I'll get a few cranes to help thin their fur."
Shen Mojin thought that Xianhe would not really hurt Chi Jiujiu, so he simply agreed.
After Shen Mojin left, Chi Jiujiu looked towards the five hundred disciples present and said in a clear voice, "I will help you try to get the white crane feather. Everyone please disperse."
"Master, I'll be waiting with you!"
Some disciples said in a deep voice, how can we let the master worry and work hard for them?
"Master, let's catch the crane together—"
Chi Jiujiu laughed, "Okay, everyone follow me."
Chi Jiujiu summoned Yin Ming and flew on his sword to a spacious grassland on the edge of the sect, which was suitable for fighting.
"Chirp!" Big baby, here I come.
"Chirp!!" Big baby, wait for me, stick with me...
The cranes circling in the sky, seeing the man next to Big Baby leave, quickly glided down from the sky, their white figures noble and beautiful.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen cranes landed and stood on the green grass.
The disciples surrounded the crane in an instant.
"Little fat birds, let me borrow something from you." Chi Jiujiu smiled, and her eyes stared at the cranes in front of her.
The next second, she released the wood spiritual power that the cranes loved, which transformed into dozens of vines and tied up a dozen cranes.
"Chirp!" It smells so good, so enjoyable.
"Chirp!" Big baby, I love you...
Seeing that the crane was completely intoxicated, Chi Jiujiu immediately ordered her disciples to pluck its feathers together.
"Everyone, hurry up and don't pull out the tail feathers!"
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