I really want to be a cook

Memories scattered.

Qiye stood up, gathered the skirts of her clothes, and covered her chest. Her long hair was bound by an invisible force, and hung down softly to her waist.

At this moment, he actually has the feeling of a noble son of a noble family, and his every move is full of a kind of calm and harmonious beauty.

This is the realm of the unity of man and nature that he has comprehended from the Oriental Supreme.

"you have not answer my question yet."

Qiye asked.

"Oh."

Dongfang Supreme patted his forehead, with a look of sudden enlightenment, then his figure flashed, and he squeezed his buttocks to Qiye's side, and said very casually:

"It's like this, isn't it because the Righteous Way felt that they couldn't stand being fucked by us, so they made an appointment with us, and planned to bring more people to force their respect.

I have a soft heart and can't tolerate others looking miserable in front of me, so I agreed.

This is not to ask you, do you want to join in the fun?

After all, we old guys can't play, so we can only count on you young people to support our appearance.

With your current state, there are no myths, and there are only three fingers in the world who can rival you. "

"There are three more?"

Qiye frowned unconsciously.

He thought that under the myth, he was invincible.

Even if he faced the myth of martial arts, he now has two points of confidence to get out of the body.

With the personal training of the Oriental Supreme for the past two years, coupled with the halo of the protagonist in Jiang Ping's mouth, his progress is unimaginable by ordinary people.

At least if he is now trapped in Wuji Supreme's martial arts primordial world, he no longer needs Jiang Ping's off-court assistance, a sword is enough to break the world.

Dongfang Zhizun also shook his head and laughed when he saw Qiye's posture, and unconsciously felt that it was good to be young.

The appearance of this newborn calf not afraid of tigers is quite similar to his back then.

"I've always liked to tell the truth. If I don't tell the truth, I'll be the first one. Can you beat Xie Shisan, the sword god of Excalibur Villa?"

"Is he strong?"

Qiye had heard Xie Shisan's reputation too many times.

But in his heart, Xie Shisan was never his goal, defeating him was.

His life is full of challenges.

He is never anyone's second, he is Qiye!

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But now he already has the confidence to strike the second sword in this world.

The Oriental Supreme shook his head and said:

"You are different from him. Why did I say that you will become a warrior of Bixie Shisan instead of a swordsman, do you know?"

Qiye was stunned: "Isn't that your habitual nonsense?"

"..." The Oriental Supreme.

"Ahem, it may be that some of my previous behaviors gave you a wrong perception of me, but what I said just now was very serious."

"Xie Shisan was born for the sword."

"Before Xie Shisan was born, Excalibur Villa was on the verge of ruin. His father, Xie Dongping, gave birth to twelve daughters in a row. He thought that the Xie family's incense would end with him, and Xie Shisan was born."

"That's why everyone also said that Xie Shisan was transformed by the century-old martial arts at Shenjian Villa."

"Actually, to be precise, he was transformed by 300 years of kendo luck after the Heavenly Sword. He was born as a sword."

"Legends say that on the day Xie Shisan was born, thousands of swords rang out in the sword tomb at the back of the Excalibur Villa, and the invisible sword, which had been lost for nearly 100 years, emerged from the sword tomb in the form of divine light and landed beside Xie Shisan.

Therefore, Xie Shisan is also known as a man born with a sword in his arms. "

"But I want to tell you, this is not a legend, it is true."

"When Xie Shisan was born, I felt something in my heart, so I went to meet him. When I saw him, I felt like I saw an invincible sword.

At that time, I still wanted to kill him, but unfortunately I was stopped by someone, hey..."

"No! You heard it wrong. I was there to show concern for him. Well, that's it."

The Oriental Supreme couldn't hide his embarrassment, but his 300-year-old tree bark is not in vain. He quickly calmed down and changed the subject:

"But Xie Shisan is too affectionate."

"For the sake of Shenjian Villa, he forcibly left the customs during his latent cultivation, which hurt the foundation of swordsmanship. Otherwise, with his aptitude, he would have already become a myth of swordsmanship, and he was the number one in the whole world."

"But even now, I wouldn't dare to pick up his sword."

"Because he hurt the foundation of swordsmanship back then, he wanted to break through the boundary between life and death and forcibly make up for the damage, so he challenged the myths of the world."

"It's just that his sword is too sharp, and he is relentless, life or death, even Shinhwa dare not take it hard.

So everyone avoided the battle one after another, and even some unruly old bastards threatened him with the power of his family behind him.

That's why Xie Shisan was forced to stay behind closed doors at Shenjian Villa. "

"The second in the way of the sword is not what he claims to be, but it is recognized by the myths of the world."

The Oriental Supreme has a serious face.

Naturally, he wouldn't tell the truth that the unruly old bastard back then was someone from the East.

As for threatening other people's family members, of course he was the one who took the lead, and other people began to follow suit.

"I'm not as good as him."

Qiye couldn't help being fascinated by that kind of demeanor when he thought that one person and one sword would force the world's martial arts myths to dare to fight.

So he said it with sincerity.

"You must not be able to compare with him in a sword competition, because in your heart, the sword has never been your partner, but your tool for killing people.

Look at how Heavenly Sword Remaining Ze has been tossed by you. If it hadn't been smarter, didn't put all its eggs in one basket, and divided half of its spirituality before it was born, it would have been tossed by you to the point where its inheritance has long been lost.

If Tianjian wants to see his life-long painstaking efforts turn into this black and black appearance, he will jump out of the crater in anger and kill you with his sword 23.

You can never be sincere to the sword, so naturally you can't reach the highest level of the sword.

However, your character is too suitable for the technique of drawing the sword and cutting the sky. This sword technique is given by heaven, and it is known as the technique of defying the sky.

Of course, as for why God wants to pass on his own swordsmanship, we will not discuss this issue for the time being.

You, Qiye, will become the first person in the Demon Sect to truly practice the art of drawing a sword and cutting heaven.

At that time, you will be able to rebel against the myth.

When you become a myth, you will be able to rebel against the heavens! "

Dongfang Zhizun said the declaration of the incomparable middle school, and solemnly patted Qiye on the shoulder, as if he had entrusted you with the important responsibility of the organization.

"By the way, I have lifted your ban, and from now on you can freely enter and leave the Demon Sky Cliff."

"As for that idiot Pei Wuju, he has distracted himself and has already recovered from seclusion. He probably won't have a chance to come out to trouble you until the final battle.

So now in the Demon Sect, besides me, you are the biggest, so you can do whatever you want. "

"Oh, and, your name has already spread, and now everyone knows that I, the Seven Nights Demon Lord of the Demon Sect, has retreated for two years and is preparing to try my sword in the world.

Don't embarrass me.

that's it. "

The Oriental Sovereign disappeared with a swish.

"……"Seven nights.

But you haven't said who the other two I can't beat!

……

Qi country.

At the foot of Tianzhu Mountain, twenty miles away.

A small tea stand stood up at the intersection, and a pot of boiling water was burning in the open-air back kitchen. The lid of the pot gurgled and white air curled up.

Next to it was a can of high-quality rough tea worth ten cents and one tael.

At the tea stall, with a white cloth on his shoulders, the bored errand runner asked the young boss lying on the rocking chair next to him, enjoying the coolness with a cattail fan:

"Commander, are we pretending to be too obvious?"

"Call me Commander!"

Said the young boss.

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Hearing such a cheap request, the handsome, round-faced, slightly soft-tempered Xiaoer twitched his lips and said helplessly:

"Master Commander."

"Hey, comfortable."

The young tea stall owner, that is, Jiang Ping, has a smile on his face, and it seems to be shining in the warm sunlight.

The waiter at the tea stall couldn't help looking dazzled for a moment.

Uncle is really getting better and better.

Naturally, the waiter at the tea stall will not be Qiu Daoyu, the royal bodyguard, an old man, but a cute, ruthless senior sister with a steamed bun face.

The ruthless senior sister wandered around Jiang Ping, came and went, and finally became the leader of the division with great difficulty. She was about to become a generation of goddess catchers, married a handsome man, and reached the pinnacle of her life from then on.

As a result, she hadn't had time to start to glow and display her abilities.

The sub-division of the Shenhun Division under her command was disbanded because of the upper-level struggle, and she herself was directly merged into the Nanzhen Fusi because of her position.

Looking up, her immediate boss has become the beautiful uncle who entered her dream without any problems.

So Sister Wuqing resigned to her fate.

Forget it, it's all fate.

She simply became Jiang Ping's personal secretary honestly.

Anyway, I am familiar with this matter, and there is no embarrassing period for newcomers who are not familiar with the business.

Jiang Ping is naturally also a scumbag who likes the new and dislikes the old. He naturally likes to blush accidentally, and peek at his ruthless senior sister when nothing happens.

As for Qiu Daoyu, who finally completed the identity change, from a thug bodyguard to a staff butler, how can a bad old man compare with a beautiful girl.

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Of course, he was transferred to the outside world to take full charge of Jianghu business.

After all, he, Jiang, still has some roots in the Jianghu, and there is Comrade Lao Qiu's hard work in it, so it's a pity to waste it.

"Senior Sister Wuqing, you don't know anything now."

Jiang Ping was lying down, maintaining his perennial lazy posture.

"On the rivers and lakes, taverns, tea stalls, and street entrances are called the three high-risk areas. According to unofficial statistics, the possibility of fighting here reaches 90.00%.

In order to avoid trouble, we pretended not to be a little bit different, telling people that there are ghosts here, and generally as long as people with normal IQs, they will not come to our side to join in the fun.

Let's take it easy, don't you really want to serve tea and food to people?

And you are my exclusive secretary, serving me alone.

I can't bear it. "

Sister Wuqing's face turned red all of a sudden.

Even though she knew that my uncle was just a habit of molesting, one hundred messages a day were not the same, and had no other meaning at all, but she couldn't help but think about it.

In case, as the saying goes, love can still be born after a long time.

Besides, she's not bad either.