My life of martial arts training

"Yes." Li Jiahe nodded, took out pots, pans, metal brackets from the donkey cart, and quickly arranged them to form a large stove, but he did not stop, and then took out three more small pots.

These three small pots are not black, but gold, silver, and jade. He placed the three small pots in the shape of a "pin".

Li Qingqing was responsible for washing rice, vegetables, and cutting meat. Li Jiaxing did not take firewood from the house as the village chief said, but took firewood from the donkey cart.

The three of them worked together in perfect harmony.

Soon, wisps of green smoke rose. Li Qingqing stir-fried the bacon in the pot with a spatula until fragrant, then poured in washed rice and vegetables, preparing to cook a pot of bacon porridge.

The fat old man came to the three small pots, took out three pieces of white charcoal as thick as his arms, and placed them under the three small pots.

He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something: "The four seasons are auspicious, the eight festivals are auspicious, and the fire is corresponding, and whatever you feel will be understood!"

After printing, under an inexplicable force, three pieces of white charcoal ignited with orange flames, making a crackling sound.

At the same time, the three small pots quickly turned red and emitted wisps of steam.

Seeing this, the fat old man nodded with satisfaction and shouted: "You three, put your hands in."

"Yes." Li Qingqing and Li Jiahe put their hands in without doubting that he was there.

Li Jiaxing, on the other hand, looked shocked and asked, "Master, will my hands be cooked?"

"There is so much nonsense. Just do it if you are told to do it." The fat old man patted Li Jiaxing's head and scolded angrily.

"Yes." Li Jiaxing said aggrievedly. Seeing that his senior brother and sister were fine, he mustered up the courage to put his hand into the jade-colored iron pot. A stream of heat entered his body and his body became warm.

The scorching heat that was imagined did not come. It seemed that the three small pots had no heat at all, but it was obvious that the pots were already burning red.

The fat old man said solemnly: "Something strange may happen tonight, so don't panic. As long as the life-protecting fire remains alive, evil spirits will not be able to harm you."

"Yes." The three disciples responded in unison.

"You guys cook first, and I'll go out for a walk." said the fat old man.

A quarter of an hour later.

When the fat old man came back, Li Qingqing quickly took the wooden bowl and poured out a bowl of fragrant bacon porridge: "Master."

"Um."

The fat old man nodded and said, "Do you want to feed that person?"

"have eaten."

"Master, how is the situation in the village?" Li Jiahe asked.

"The villagers went to bed early, and it's not easy for Pindao to disturb them, but there is indeed an evil atmosphere in the village. I hope that only a few villagers have been invaded by white ghosts." The fat old man said solemnly.

The fat old man finished the porridge in the pot. Li Qingqing took the bowl and chopsticks and washed the tableware.

At this time, the sky was completely dark.

"Jia Xing, you stay vigil first, followed by Qing Qing, and finally Jia He." The fat old man ordered.

"Master, my junior brother has just started. Isn't it too hasty?" Li Jiahe reminded.

"Since you have joined me, you will have to experience these things sooner or later, so there is no need to say more." The fat old man glanced at Li Jiaxing, who was trembling, and said.

Li Jiahe opened his mouth, but could not refute the master.

From the moment they join the Kitchen God Cult, they need to be prepared to fight with the White Walkers at any time.

This is not only their responsibility but also their expectation.

The three of them entered the room. Only Li Jiaxing was left in the yard, and there were three pieces of charcoal that glowed with fire.

While they were cooking porridge, they cleaned the room and hung a curtain in the middle to separate the rooms.

Li Jiahe lay on the hard wooden board, watching the fat old man sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating.

"Master still cares about his junior brother." Li Jiahe murmured in his heart.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you hurry up and go to sleep." The fat old man glanced at him and scolded in a low voice.

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In the silent courtyard, white charcoal burned slowly, making a faint crackling sound, dispelling the darkness.

"It's so cold."

Li Jiaxing was tightly wrapped in his old coat and leaned as close to Xiao Zao as possible.

"The master said that this is white charcoal. I didn't expect it to be so resistant to burning. It took half an hour at least to burn half the length of a finger." Li Jiaxing concentrated on not thinking about those horrible things.

"It is said that there are more powerful black charcoal, golden charcoal, and purple charcoal. I don't know how powerful these charcoals are."

As time passed, sleep came over me like a tide, my eyelids trembled, and I kept nodding.

"Can't sleep." Li Jiaxing gritted his teeth, stood up from the stool, and began to walk back and forth in the courtyard, trying to suppress the sleepiness in his heart.

"If evil spirits appear, can this stove fire be enough to resist it?"

As soon as he stood up, his attention was distracted and he began to think wildly.

"Dong dong dong!"

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard door.

"Who?!"

Li Jiaxing looked shocked and stared at the door, not daring to move at all.

As time passed by, his back was already wet with cold sweat.

"Should...should go." Li Jiaxing's mood gradually relaxed and he breathed heavily.

"Would you like to wake up the master and the others and open the door together to take a look?" As soon as this idea appeared, he gave it up.

"Master and the others are also very tired. I can't disturb their sleep. Moreover, they are protected by a stove fire. If I go and see by myself, it shouldn't be a big problem."

Li Jiaxing plucked up the courage, lit the huozhezi, and walked cautiously toward the door.

He came to the door, slowed his breathing, approached the crack of the door, and looked outside.

With the weak light of the fire, it was pitch black outside, and there was no one.

"Hmm? What smells so good?" His nose twitched, and he looked down.

A white, glowing steamed bun was thrown on the ground!

"Gurgle..."

His stomach groaned, and saliva was secreted quickly. He said angrily: "I don't know who is wasting food like this!"

"Since no one wants the steamed buns, why don't I pick them up and eat them?"

Thinking of this, he felt even hungrier.

Slowly, his hand reached out to the bolt.

Click!

Just as Li Jiaxing was about to pull the bolt, a hot current surged into his heart, and his hunger quickly subsided. An indescribable stench rushed into his nose.

At the same time, an old, hideous, and greedy face appeared in his sight, as if waiting for him to come out!

Their eyes met.

Li Jiaxing woke up instantly, his legs swayed, and an indescribable sense of fear surged from his heart. Flowing all over his body.

His breathing became more and more rapid, as if a hand was pressing down on his neck, and dark blue veins began to bulge around his eyes.