Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Wang Xuebin's brain was spinning rapidly.

"That is to say, I am the messenger between the world and the world?"

"The messenger is the system, and the host is just a letter. The energy and procedures required for each time travel are handled by the world and the system, and the host does not need to worry about it.

As long as the host is having fun, the communication between the world and the world is what both worlds look forward to, so you don't have to worry about any danger, the world and the system are your greatest protection! "

Wang Xuebin closed his eyes and said lightly:

"If you lose the letter, you can make another copy. Is it the same after I die?"

"Insufficient permissions!"

"Ah!"

Wang Xuebin sighed, went back to the house and lay on the bed, thinking wildly in his brain, thinking of the death of the first world for a while, and thinking of the sudden appearance of the master of nocturnal emissions.

After all, the time travel for a long time made him feel contemptuous.

No danger?

For the system, there is no danger if the host is not really dead, but for Wang Xuebin, losing himself is no different from death.

And with the increase of authority, the level of his contact will gradually increase. Unless he has been wandering around the world of micro-magic, otherwise he will always encounter these unspeakable existences.

Wang Xuebin is just a martial artist now, and he hasn't even touched the threshold of cultivating immortals. This time, the meeting is considered kind. What if he meets a Cthulhu?

"Nana, back to the world of God of Cookery, I want to have a good time with Master Nocturnal Ecstasy!"

Instead of changing to a new world, it is better to choose this great power who has a chance.

As an existence far beyond oneself, since he didn't make a move at the beginning, there must be room for communication. As long as he can communicate, there will be gains.

This is a gamble, he doesn't have any chips, but he put himself on the table, as for the rest, it depends on luck!

"Have you traveled through the world of the God of Cookery?"

"confirm!"

1 Twenty Chapters Nocturnal Nocturnal Nocturnal Nocturnal Nocturnal Nocturnal Nocturnal Nocturnal

In the Shaolin Temple's husband's room, Wang Xuebin and Meng Yi sat facing each other, with a pot of tea boiling on the table, neither of them spoke.

When Wang Xuebin came to the world of the God of Cookery again, he appeared at the Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain, Henan Province. Without delay, he went down the mountain to pack his things and rushed directly to Hunan Province.

Originally, he wanted to search from place to place, but just after entering Hunan Province, a map floated from the sky with a line of words written on it.

"Welcome to Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Hunan Province!"

Wang Xuebin followed the instructions on the map, took the bus to the foot of Songshan Mountain, and followed Master Mengyi who had been waiting there for a long time to the Shaolin Temple.

This time the Shaolin Temple is exactly the same as it appeared in the movie, but there are no other monks, only a master of nocturnal memory.

The water on the table boiled, Wang Xuebin poured two glasses, one was handed to Master Mengyi, and the other was placed in front of him.

He put the teapot aside, looked at the cup and asked:

"I don't know what I can do for you?"

Meng Yi looked up at the nervous Wang Xuebin, and said with a smile:

"If your lord has the heart, then help the poor monk to help Stephen. As for the poor monk, there is nothing urgent!"

Wang Xuebin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and it was easy to handle what he asked for.

He played with the teacup in his hand, lowered his head and asked:

"I don't know how I can help you? I also came here to study cooking!"

Master Mengyi was holding a teacup, sipping tea in small sips, and when he heard Wang Xuebin speak, he put down the cup and said:

"It's very troublesome for others, but it's easy for you. It's just to provide Stephen with a comeback fund, nothing else!"

Wang Xuebin froze when he heard the words, and remained silent, and Master Mengyi didn't say anything, and the room became dead silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Xuebin took a deep breath and opened his mouth.

"I will try my best. I don't know if I can study here for a period of time. I only learn cooking and nothing else!"

Wang Xuebin still decided to stay here, staying in this dangerous place for him, cooking skills are only secondary, what is more important is the courage to face, he does not want to leave the fear of gods and Buddhas in his heart, he will eventually face everything!

Master Mengyi looked at his firm expression, nodded and said:

"You can find a room to live in this monastery by yourself, and you can go to the fasting hall as you like, everything is open to you!"

Finally, Wang Xuebin raised his head, looked at Master Mengyi, did not hide anything, took out a check out of thin air, put it on the table and said:

"I don't know when Stephen Zhou will be in trouble. This check is 5000 million yuan. You can give it to him. I will give it if it is not enough!"

Seeing this, Master Mengyi smiled, waved his hand lightly, and the check disappeared, he said with a smile:

"The poor monk will thank you for Donor Zhou!"

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin was not surprised at all, nodded and said:

"Then I will go to rest first, and come to listen to the teachings later!"

Master Mengyi didn't know what he thought of, so he smiled and said:

"You should also rest earlier, by the way, night running is prohibited in this temple, and it is not allowed to climb on the beams, especially... the beams of the Guanyin Temple!"

After finishing speaking, he blinked at Wang Xuebin, his not very decent face revealed a trace of playfulness, which made Wang Xuebin's heart flutter.

He suppressed the shock in his heart, nodded and said:

"Be careful next time!"

After finishing speaking, he left the husband's room. Seeing Wang Xuebin walking away, Master Mengyi in the husband's room lifted the corner of his mouth and turned off the lights to rest. In the darkness, he heard Sisi sighing:

"System... the deity seems to have done a few..."

......

Cooking, that is, the art of cooking, since it is an art, there are no definite rules.

Knife skills are always uniform in size, the heat is only fire, and the seasoning is always in the right amount. One person is a method, and each method is correct.

Here, Wang Xuebin's way of learning is very special.