God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

It turned out that Yu Mo and the others had not been sleeping in seclusion, so it was very suspicious.

Now even Qi Xiong has come to Yuanshan to meet him, which is obviously even more abnormal.

"Hey, little Qixiong, do you think you can deceive me with those little tricks of yours?"

Su Luoxing smiled confidently, thinking that he had seen through Qi Xiong's trick.

No one present, including Yang Xian, Yu Li and other saints from the Luoxia Sect, objected.

"But who is the target of this sect?"

"It's just our three major sects."

"No matter who Qi Xiong's first target is, closely monitor Dao Yizong's every move."

"Yes."

Not just the Luoxia Sect.

The same was true for Qingyun Sect and Huangji Sect. Facing Qi Xiong's arrival, they became increasingly nervous.

Even the sect leader has come in person, how dare you, Dao Yizong, say that you don’t have any plans? I don’t believe any ghosts.

As for the speculations of the major forces, Dao Yizong is naturally not clear about it, because they really have no tricks.

It's just that I can't go back.

After dinner, Qi Xiong and the others felt itchy in their hearts as they watched Yu Mo and the others eating Xiao Zao alone.

I really want to take a bite, but I can’t help it.

After waiting for the three uncles to finish eating, everyone dispersed to do whatever they were supposed to do.

Qi Xiong, Hong Zun, Wang Tieshu, Shi Song and others were sitting in the pavilion chatting, looking at Wang Tieshu with a strange look.

"Elder Wang, you and junior brother are........."

"Brother Hong and I are already together. Brother, just call me brother and sister."

Ok? ? ?

Together? His eyes glanced back and forth between the two of them, filled with surprise.

Qi Xiong naturally knew about Hong Zun and Wang Tieshu. His eyes finally fell on Hong Zun. Seeing his face as black as the bottom of a pot, Qi Xiong sighed secretly.

Sure enough, after hiding for so many years, I finally managed to escape.

"Junior brother, Elder Wang......"

"Brother, you still call me Elder Wang."

"Well, junior brother, my sister-in-law is a good person, so cherish her."

"Qi Xiong, don't bully others too much."

Hearing this, Hong Zun gritted his teeth and said, "You don't even call me senior brother anymore. Why don't you open the pot and pick up the pot?"

This time it was Qi Xiong's turn to smile.

But to be honest, Qi Xiong didn't hate Wang Tieshu. After all, her sacrifice for Hong Zun over the years was seen by everyone.

It can be said that there is no reservation.

Regardless of looks and figure, isn't it a blessing to meet such a woman?

In Dongzhou, many Taoist monks would turn against each other for a treasure, or even a pill. There were too many such examples, and Qi Xiong and the others had seen quite a few.

Therefore, it is already very good to find a woman like Wang Tieshu.

"What do you want to say?"

Seeing the unnatural expression on Qi Xiong's face, Hong Zun asked coldly. After hearing this, Qi Xiong, who had not yet recovered, said something casually.

"Oh, it's nothing. I was just thinking that you are really lucky to be able to find your siblings."

There was a crunching sound as Hong Zun gritted his teeth and said.

"Then thank you so much."

As he said that, sword energy was already emerging around him. Only then did Qi Xiong come back to his senses. He looked at Hong Zun unnaturally and said with a sneer.

"Hehe, just a joke, just a joke, junior brother, don't get excited."

"Excited? Where am I excited? I'm very......"

"Brother Hong, my brother also supports us being together."

Just as he was talking, Wang Tieshu leaned on Hong Zun's shoulder like a tiger and said in a loud voice.

For a moment, Hong Zun's sword energy was released all over his body, but in just the blink of an eye, the terrifying sword intent shot straight into the sky.

"Wang Tieshu, don't bully others too much."

"What's wrong, Brother Hong?"

"I fought with you."

The sword light flashed, and a battle of saints suddenly broke out in the sky above the kitchen.

Everyone was already used to this scene, since there would be a fight every now and then.

Either Zhao Zhengping and Zhao Rou, or Hong Zun and Wang Tieshu.

Seeing the fierce battle between the two, Qi Xiong and others immediately looked away.

"This uncle's ice tea is delicious."

"Yeah, it tastes really good."

After a fierce battle, the final result was of course nothing, and it was impossible for Hong Zun to really kill Wang Tieshu.

We have been friends for thousands of years. Although you chased me and I ran away, even if you ran away, you would still be escaping from feelings.

Not to mention that Wang Tieshu paid so much for him.

"What the hell, I'll go find Mu You tomorrow to ask for a beauty pill."

Depressedly, he returned to the kitchen and muttered to himself. Qingshi happened to be passing by. Hearing this, he looked at Hong Zundao with a strange expression.

"You are so angry. Why do you need Zhuyan Dan?"

"Give it to Wang Tieshu."

Ok? ? ?

"Why are you taking this thing? The Beauty Pill only keeps your appearance from aging, but it doesn't make you beautiful."

As soon as these words came out, Hong Zun was stunned.

Yes, the special beauty pill can't change the appearance. For a moment, the whole person felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Looking at Hong Zun who was stunned on the spot, Qingshi curled his lips and said something.

"baffling."

Then he walked away.

It can be said that Hong Zun and the others are living a relaxed and comfortable life, but the major sects outside are worried. Everyone is guessing what the Dao Yizong wants to do.

There is also the Dongwen Palace not far from Yuan Mountain. Mo Yun, the master of Daoyizong Wenyuan Peak, is bringing a group of Wenyuan Peak disciples here to participate in the Dongwen Poetry Festival held once in a century.

This Dongwen Poetry Meeting is a grand gathering for all Confucianism cultivators in Dongzhou.

It's just that the poetry meeting hasn't started yet, and after only a few small-scale exchanges, the disciples of Wenyuan Peak realized something was wrong.

This Dongwen Poetry Meeting seems to be specifically targeting him.

At this time, in the courtyard, Mo Yun and a group of Wenyuan Peak elders, deacons, and direct disciples gathered together.

Looking at them, they are all tall and tall, wearing simple animal skin vests, with bulging muscles on their bodies.

This guy didn't look like a Confucian cultivator who came to participate in a poetry meeting. I don't know, he thought he had broken into some bandits' den.

Especially Mo Yun, who is the master of Wenyuan Peak, is not only the tallest and strongest, but also has an extremely fierce face. He also has a long scar on his left eye, which adds a bit of evil aura to him.

"Damn it, this Dongwen Palace is deliberately causing trouble for us."

"The East Literature Palace doesn't have the guts yet. It must be the Qingyun Sect behind it."

"Yes, several of the direct disciples of the Qingyun Sect actually came here on behalf of the Dongwengong Palace. Do they really think we are idiots? When did they join the Dongwengong Palace?"

"What's the use of talking about this now? It's impossible to leave. How can such a sect retain its face?"

"Then what do you say?"

"I'd say just fuck them."

"What are you talking about? We are scholars. How can we be so vulgar? We have to convince people with reason."

"Master, I have an idea."

Just when everyone was at a loss, Shen Xian, Mo Yun's third direct disciple, suddenly spoke. After hearing this, Mo Yun replied.

"Say."

"Uncle Hong Zun and the others are in Yuanshan now. Since the Qingyun Sect has participated in the Dongwen Poetry Society, there is no problem if we invite our fellow disciples to come."