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

The pitiful screams echoed through the sky, while Yu Mo slowly put his feet back and curled his lips.

"I really don't know why senior brother accepted him in the first place."

After saying that, he glanced at Yuancang and smiled.

"Junior brother is still discerning and saw that there was something wrong with this kid from the beginning."

"None of my business."

Hearing this, Old Yuan Cang blushed and immediately retorted.

In fact, when Mo Yun became a member of the Taoist sect, Yuan Cang was the first to take a fancy to him. He was very talented.

So he took Mo Yun back as soon as possible. According to normal circumstances, the next step is to become a master and then become a direct disciple.

But no one expected that just two days later, Yuan Cang would send Mo Yun back and give it directly to Hong Zun and their master.

In the end, the masters of Hong Zun and the others saw nothing they could do. In addition, Mo Yun's talent was indeed top-notch, so they accepted him.

Otherwise, Mo Yun's master is probably Yuancang.

In the East Literature Palace, a figure fell from the sky without warning and fell to the ground hard.

Yu Mo, this old guy, not only kicked him away, but also used his spiritual power to temporarily seal his cultivation level, and he was beaten to the ground.

There was smoke and dust all around, and everyone around was frightened.

"Fuck, what the hell?"

"I didn't see it clearly."

"It seems like a dark thing."

After the smoke and dust dispersed, everyone saw clearly that this person was actually Mo Yun. For a moment, everyone looked strange.

Why did this good-looking person fall from the sky?

"Master Mo, what are you doing?"

An acquaintance of the Confucianism cultivator asked curiously, to which Mo Yun blushed and replied.

"I want to try to see if I can kill you."

"Um???"

You are sick? What's there to try?

It was indeed a bit embarrassing. Mo Yun patted the dust on his body. Although his cultivation level was banned, he fell solidly.

But for Mo Yun's physical strength, this was nothing. No one was injured, the only thing was a little embarrassing.

"Hmph, from now on, all the ashes will be spread into the Tianhe River for you."

He secretly gritted his teeth and cursed, "You just want to eat, but you still do it, the old thing can't afford it."

Leave angrily.

In the next few days, Mo Yun showed up as soon as it was time to eat.

Hong Zun and others didn't care, but everyone else in Wenyuan Peak, except Xian Shen, didn't seem to know about this.

I guess Mo Yun was hiding it intentionally.

Only when this guy spoke, he could make people mad every time. Even yesterday, Baihua Fairy chased Mo Yun for hundreds of miles with a sword, and the entire Dongwen Palace was alarmed.

The reason was because of Mo Yun's words.

"Hey, Junior Sister Baihua, Senior Brother, I have to tell you, you should be nicer to this man on weekdays, especially for someone like you who doesn't have the advantage of age and is old and yellow."

"It is said that men are single-minded, so they only like you for the rest of their lives. An old woman like you should take the initiative, not to mention that the evergreen boy is so good..."

"Alas, junior sister, if you say so well, why are you drawing your sword?"

"Fuck, you want to kill me."

After that, the sword light shot into the sky, Mo Yun was killed by Fairy Baihua and fled away with his head in his arms. In the East Literature Palace, countless people looked up to the sky, all of them were confused.

If you are not a saint from this sect, why did you start fighting on your own?

Chen Qingyu and others were even more confused.

"What does it mean?"

The two ancestors asked, Chen Qingyu was silent for a moment and said.

"A trick, this must be Qi Xiong's trick again."

trick? What kind of trick could this be? The two ancestors couldn't understand.

However, Dao Yizong did not take the initiative, and they were not willing to provoke him, so they asked casually.

"Where are the elixirs and treasures from heaven and earth that I asked you to find?"

"Don't worry, ancestor, I have ordered people to search with all our strength."

Since leaving seclusion, the two ancestors have felt the loss of their lifespan all the time.

How to put it, it was extremely uncomfortable anyway, so a few days ago, they asked Chen Qingyu to collect pills and treasures that could increase longevity.

It's not just hard work, but even if you hold on for the last breath, you still have to fight to death these three old guys Yu Mo.

The idea is the same as that of Ancestor Aruyama. Unfortunately, the idea is very beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

Everything looks calm, but in fact it is turbulent secretly.

In particular, the ancestors of the Dao Yizong and the Qingyun Sect both appeared in the Dongwen Palace, which made this Dongwen Poetry Fair even more powerful.

Some people who had not planned to come originally rushed to Dongwen Palace because of the two ancestors.

As a result, the already extremely lively Confucian Saint City suddenly became overcrowded, and the inns were all full without even thinking about it.

Many monks have no choice but to live outside the city. Those who have a spiritual city are better off. Those who do not have a spiritual city can only live in the open air.

There is no doubt that the scale of this Dongwen Poetry Society is obviously far greater than that of previous ones.

On this day, the much-anticipated Dongwen Poetry Contest finally began, and we had breakfast early in the morning.

Qi Xiong led everyone towards Confucian Saint City.

Of course, it’s impossible for everyone to go.

There are only three Yu Mo, senior brothers such as Qi Xiong and Hong Zun, as well as Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping and other direct disciples, as well as some inner disciples.

The total number of people was only about a hundred, and the others still stayed in Lingcheng.

Along the way, many monks stopped at a distance, and naturally most of their eyes fell on Yu Mo and the others.

As the Great Sage Ancestor, it was almost impossible to see that in the past.

After all, in normal times, the strongest person in Dongzhou is the Holy Realm. As for the Great Sage, he is sleeping to preserve his longevity.

"These are the three great sage ancestors of the Taoist Sect."

"Don't they all say that their lives are short? Why do I look like this at all?"

"Who knows, that's what they say anyway."

"What do you know? We can't predict the methods of the Great Sage. Just because they look good doesn't mean they are really good."

"Too."

All the way to the city gate, Chen Qingyu, two ancestors, as well as a group of Qingyun Sect, and strong men from the East Literature Palace were waiting here.

Seeing a group of people approaching, the two ancestors of Qingyun Sect became more and more confused.

Why haven't we seen each other for a few days? Yu Mo and the other three look a little younger, and the death energy on their bodies has weakened.

Although it's not much, just a trace, but damn, this is also outrageous, right?

Look at them, in the same few days, the death energy around them has become stronger. These are two extremes.

People get younger as they live, and they get worse as they live.

"Hey, you two are still here. Are you really not going into seclusion anymore?"

Seeing the two of them, Yu Mo and the other three frowned. Are they really planning to go all the way to the dark side?

How many days have you stayed in Confucian Saint City? If you don't go back to retreat, have you given up? Are you ready to indulge yourself in the last moments of your life?

But even if you want to indulge, you should go out for a walk. What are you doing in this Confucian Saint City? Just waiting to die? It would be better than just going to Goulan to listen to a piece of music.