My kung fu has been enlightened by myself

Shangguan Zongheng returned to his seat, Lin Qinghan beside him looked aggrieved, but dared not speak.

As the closed disciple of Ziyun Sect, she was fortunate to be brought here this time, but she didn't expect Chu Zhou to improve so fast that she was able to fight the big monster now after not seeing her for a short period of time.

Although senior brother Ding Hao has gained some understanding after that battle with him, he is still in the closed door, vowing that after he leaves the closed door, he must compete with Chu Zhou again to win back the face he lost.

It's just that no one expected that this time the Water and Land Ceremony would be held in advance, and senior brother Ding would not be able to catch up. Even if he could, he would still not be very optimistic about Chu Zhou.

"Brother Shangguan is so majestic." Zhuang Feiyu turned around on the stool, ate a piece of pastry, and casually looked at Ziyunzong and the others.

Shangguan laughed lightly at the corner of his mouth, and asked in a choked voice, "You don't like it?"

Sitting at the head of the Tianjianzong table and chair, Qi Sheng, a strong young man, didn't look sideways. Perhaps he felt that such a trivial matter was not worth turning his head, so he just said: "If you want to do something to my disciples, yes, you can ask me first." sword."

Zhuang Feiyu shook his head lightly, wanting to tease the people of Ziyun Sect, but the elder brother was too straightforward.

Shangguan sneered and said, "Qi Sheng, what do you think I came here for this time? I heard that you have achieved a small success in the Three Yuan Sword Art, and you are considered a strong one in Dongding Prefecture. Are you particularly proud? It would be interesting to think about defeating you at this time."

The two are the No.1 of Ziyun Sect and Tianjian Sect respectively, and they have always been the objects of comparison, and some good people even rated them as the first or second among the young people in Dongding Prefecture.

No one wants to be reduced to a foil, so when we meet, it is difficult to sit down calmly.

Qi Sheng finally turned his head, but said flatly: "You can think about it."

A word is simply maddening.

Shangguan Zongheng had blue veins intertwined in front of his forehead, and it seemed that he was about to strike directly, but suppressed his anger, and said gloomily, "Something happened in the secret realm of Luoquan, this year may be an opportunity. If you can enter the secret realm, you disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Better not meet me."

Those who heard this were instantly touched.

The secret land of Luoquan has always been the biggest secret in Dongding Prefecture, and it is also the pain in the hearts of all the fairy families on the mountain.

Ten years ago, a large number of immortal powerhouses fell into it, which directly reduced the level of Taoism in Dongding Prefecture. No one would believe that there is no chance in such a cave.

If he really can enter the secret realm this year, the monk who has always been known for acting against the sky will never refuse this temptation and will definitely break into it again.

Not to mention anything else, it is a great opportunity just to get back the secret code of absolute learning lost by those masters ten years ago.

And in the secret realm, murderous intentions are everywhere, even if you die in it, it is normal. The meaning of Shangguan Zongheng's words is already very clear.

Not to mention the swords in the arbor, Lu Lingxiao dragged Chu Zhou to the back of the stove, where there was actually a table.

There was a childish young monk lying on the side of the table, yelling aggrievedly: "Senior brother, I'm hungry!"

In front of him, there was a plate of bone sticks that had been gnawed clean, and the corners of the little monk's mouth were still stained with grease.

Opposite the little monk, there was a Taiping woman with ordinary appearance and ordinary cultivation, sitting there motionless, if she didn't smile at the two of them at first, she would have thought she was a dummy.

Fat monk Mingdao introduced: "This is my junior brother Luoluo. He has no other skills except being able to eat, which made the two of you laugh. This is Zhou Ying, a loose cultivator, who is more sympathetic with Luoluo. I heard that the Water and Land Ceremony will be held in advance. It’s held, come and learn a lot.”

The little monk Luoluo didn't like it when he heard it, so he pursed his mouth and said, "Senior brother, do you ever talk like that? What do you mean it can be eaten?"

Mingdao ignored him, took out a piece of evenly fat and thin hind leg meat from the pot, deboned and cut the meat in one go, brought it to the table, brought a plate of dipping sauce, and said to Chu Zhou and the others: "Sit down quickly, both of you. Taste how my white-cut demon legs taste."

It is delicious in color and fragrance, and you can imagine its taste before eating it.

Chu Zhou and Lu Lingxiao were not polite either, they sat down and began to feast.

Indeed, as Lu Lingxiao said, this fat monk's culinary skills are astonishing. Even if it is cut for nothing, after the spices are added to the flavor, not only does it not rob the deliciousness of the meat itself, but it also enhances the level of the taste itself.

Fat but not greasy, refined but not firewood, dipped in condiments and sauces, it can be called a delicacy in the world.

Especially after eating it, the body and mind seem to be cleansed, and the strength has obviously increased a bit. Ming Dao is really not just a gourmet in the cultivation world.

The little monk on the side stared straight at him, and swallowed wildly. If it wasn't for his senior brother who was watching from the side, he would probably start a robbery.

"Two brothers, two good brothers, let's have a discussion, eat slowly, and share with me, okay? Seeing that you are disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, I have a swordsmanship secret book written by the great master of the Holy Land. I can borrow it from you." Look, is it worth it?"

I have to say that the little monk has a big tone, and he will do anything to eat.

The power of the Holy Land, no matter what, must be a monk above the Nascent Soul, not to mention how the little monk can know such a strong man at his age, but he is really capable and blessed, and the key point is that there is no such person in Dongdingzhou.

Seeing that the two of them were immersed in the cooking, and the delicious food on the plate had decreased visibly with the naked eye, the little monk became anxious: "The monks don't tell lies, why don't you believe in brothers? Let me tell you, this mighty man may have some connections with the Liuying Sword Master in today's world." , if you miss this village, you won’t have this store!”

What he said sounded good, and I don't know if it was made up now. Anyway, Chu Zhou and Lu Lingxiao have never heard of Liuying Sword Master.

Mingdao couldn't stand it anymore, the little monk spoke in a sloppy way, and really discredited his family, so he slapped his little bald head with a slap.

Chu Zhou's injury was not healed, and his mental state was not very good, so his appetite was not great. After tasting something new, he snatched a few pieces of meat from Lu Lingxiao's mouth, and even handed the plate to the little monk.

Luoluo only gave a thumbs up with her left hand, before she could say anything, she started to gobble it up, and after a meal, she burped comfortably.

Maybe it was due to the rivalry among peers, Lu Lingxiao stared at the little bald head with drooping eyelids, and said, "Little bald head, your food is cleaner than a dog's. As for the secret book, hurry up and show it to me!"

Naturally, he didn't believe that the little monk had any secrets, he was just finding fault.

The little monk licked his lips with his tongue, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, patted his belly, sat on the bench, and said with a smile: "The swordsmanship cheats that are related to the Liuying Sword Master, you think it's the master's book. As for the cabbage, it’s definitely impossible to carry it with you, right? When you have a chance, you go to my Jingchen Temple, and then we’ll talk about it.”

"By the way, bring more snacks from the mountain, such as dried fruit preserves, candied haws, and sugar pastries. Seven catties is not too little, and nine catties is not too much. In short, the more the better, after all, I have so much There are many senior brothers, it will be very troublesome to divide." The little monk added with drooling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were bright and sharp.

Of course, Ming Dao slapped him again.