Food on the tip of your tongue

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Zhang Yonghuan smiled calmly: "Being able to cook food freely is the greatest happiness in my life."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay: "..." Your happiness is so simple.

"Shopkeeper Sun, here is today's firewood." A deep voice came from outside the door.

The old grandson wiped his mouth and got up, greeted him: "Brother Ren has worked hard, please take the firewood to the kitchen."

"Yeah." The firewood delivery man nodded, walked slowly, limped on one leg and walked slowly towards the kitchen with firewood.

Zhang Yonghuan was stunned: "Cripple?"

The old grandson nodded and said: "Brother Ren lives on the corner of the street. He just moved here not long ago. He has no relatives, no reason, and no land in the town. In order to make a living, he has to rely on chopping firewood for a living."

After the words fell, the lame firewood seller walked out with an empty pole.

The old grandson handed over the firewood money, "Brother Ren, have you eaten yet?"

The man raised his head and smiled, a hideous scar stretched from his left temple to his jaw, "Not yet."

Zhang Yonghuan was startled, and his eyes were fixed on his face. This person has a resolute face, handsome eyebrows, and deep features. He is an absolute hard-core handsome guy. It's a pity that the scar on his face... makes that handsome face hideous and terrifying A few points.

Zhu Xie also looked at him in astonishment, chewing the fish meat, and carefully looked at this cripple who didn't look like a country man carefully, only to see that his face was dark and red, with a hideous scar, tough and resolute... he was not bad looking.

Qin Yang's eyes were complicated, his eyes were locked on his lame leg, and he refused to move away for a long time.

Zhang Yonghuan suddenly said: "Hot pot, let's eat together." A gentle invitation.

The cripple was startled: "Thank you, villain..."

"You're welcome, there are still a lot of dishes." Zhang Yonghuan got up and sincerely invited, and put the stool aside.

"Let's stay and eat together. Our boss has already said it, so don't refuse." Old Suntou accepted the words and said politely.

Zhu Xie moved his butt and stool: "Delicious spicy fish hot pot, come and eat."

Qin Yang smiled and invited, "Brother, you don't need to see people from the village."

The hospitality was hard to come by, the cripple smiled dryly, "So, Ren Chongsheng is bothering you."

Chen Xiaoxu brought him the dipping sauce and set out the chopsticks, "Please use."

The cripple sat down and joined the camp of eating hot pot.

Zhang Yonghuan put fish in his bowl and asked, "Do you know Ren Pingsheng?"

The cripple shook his head dumbly: "I don't know."

Qin Yang asked puzzledly, "But Brother Huan's friend?"

Zhang Yonghuan shook his head and said: "Thirty years of fame, dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of roads, clouds and moons, don't listen to the sound of forest beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and straw shoes lightly beat horses, who is afraid? A cloud of mist and rain Ren Pingsheng .It is expected that the spring breeze blows and wakes up, it is slightly cold, and the mountain tops are slanting, but they greet each other. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind, rain, or sunshine.”

Qin Yang was surprised: "The first few sentences of this poem don't seem to match the last few sentences..."

Zhang Yonghuan chuckled: "I made it up randomly, there is Ren Pingsheng in the poem!"

Zhu Xie rolled his eyes: "Damn it, this can also be nonsense!"

Ren Chongsheng: "Laughing proudly at life, open and unrestrained, good words."

Zhang Yonghuan was stunned: "That's right, Ren Pingsheng is inside."

Ren Chongsheng: "It's just that the first two sentences are strong and fierce, while the latter..." He pondered for a while and said, "It's like two poems with completely different styles."

Zhang Yonghuan went on endlessly: "Furious, leaning on the railing, resting in the drizzle, looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, full of enthusiasm. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of roads and moons. Don't wait, you are a white boy. The head is empty and sorrowful! The shame of Jingkang is still not snowed; "

Qin Yang stared blankly: "..."

Ren Chongsheng was dumbfounded: "..."

Zhu Xie narrowed his eyes: "Isn't it just talking nonsense again?"

Zhang Yonghuan laughed several times: "Congratulations, you got the answer right."

"The grief and indignation are surging, the momentum is majestic, and the words are good." Qin Yang bowed his eyes and praised.

Ren Chongsheng praised in a deep voice: "Huan Boss is so handsome!"

Zhang Yonghuan chewed vegetables and said with a slurred speech: "Don't wait for nothing, the boy's head has turned white, so sad!"

Ren Chongsheng froze suddenly, his eyes darkened, and he pursed his lips in silence.

Qin Yang smiled but said nothing, his black eyes were smiling.

11. Biluochun fried meat...

The flames soared into the sky and reached the sky, swallowing the sun and the moon, wantonly blooming into the vast red sky.

The flickering flames licked Zhang Yonghuan's body, "If you become an immortal, why are you greedy for the secular world? A cultivator of the Tao should not be selfish." From the depths of the dazzling fire, a stern voice floated, "You don't know how to repent, Then enter the six realms of reincarnation again, reincarnate and repent."

The fireworks gradually dissipated, and the body quickly fell down, and was instantly involved in the white vortex with strong suction.

Zhang Yonghuan smiled and opened his eyes. The room was pitch black, he sighed inaudibly, and fell asleep with his head covered on his side.

"Qi travels through the Governor Channel, Ren Channel, Chong Channel, passes through the Yin Wei to the Dai Channel, and travels through the Yang Channel to support the Yang Xiao..." Under the flickering candlelight, Qin Yang sipped fragrant tea, urging him to punish the evil spirits who were sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"Don't use your true strength rashly. Your understanding is very good. From now on, if you practice gradually in this way, you will be able to eliminate your stubborn illnesses and keep your life safe." He said lightly: "The formula of the Nine Turns Returning Soul Pill is complicated, and I will die. Chidie went back to Kunlun Mountains to look for it."

Zhu Xie let out a long breath, and opened his eyes quietly to look at him: "Can you find it? Those people in Kunlun Mountain are very smart, don't..."

Qin Yang turned his head suddenly, the candle beside him flickered twice, and then went out with a whistling sound.

"Sinister, don't kneel down and take the blame!" A misty white halo suddenly appeared, and a man with a fairy-like bone and silver hair stood tall and scolded coldly.

Qin Yang was startled, and hurriedly knelt down to pay homage: "Disciple Qin Yang, pay homage to Master."

Zhu Xie also knelt down and kowtowed: "Disciple Zhu Xie, pay homage to Master."

"Shut up! Go down the mountain privately to steal the treasures of the Holy Gate. Today, as a teacher, I will expel the three of you brothers and sisters from the Holy Gate of Yuxu Palace, and you will never return to Kunlun Mountain."

Qin Yang lowered his head and his eyes were red: "The disciple is guilty."

"Ignorant villain!" The silver-haired Taoist said quietly: "You are going against the sky, privately using the secret technique of the Holy Gate to summon the dead here from the six reincarnations, but you don't know that you have committed a heinous crime, and your body of cultivating the Tao for decades will be destroyed in one day Cultivation is no different from ordinary people?!"

Zhu Xie stared and exclaimed in shock: "I'll fuck you, senior brother, you are so courageous!"

Qin Yang bowed his head and said nothing: "I am sorry but I have no regrets when I realize my crime."

The silver-haired Taoist said again: "Huan'er is no longer a cultivator. If you want to cultivate again, it will undoubtedly be more difficult than ascending to heaven. I advise you and other bad disciples to be self-aware. If you forcefully reverse the reincarnation of the heavens in the future, you will be killed." The soul flies and annihilates and cannot be reborn forever."

Qin Yang respectfully said: "Disciple remember the teaching of master!"

Zhu Xie raised his hand and looked at the silver-haired Taoist with a sullen face: "Master, will you save me?"

The silver-haired Taoist pursed his lips, and said coldly: "Just now you are expelled from the master's sect, and you have nothing to do with the holy sect of Yuxu Palace."

Zhu Xie wrinkled his face miserably: "I can't cultivate into a fairy, and I can't live long, so can't Master give my good disciple a Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill to eat and prolong life?"

The silver-haired Taoist: "..."

Qin Yang shouted: "Little Xie can't be disrespectful to elders."

Zhu Xie said anxiously: "I am having an affair with Master, so it is not too much to ask for a pill?!"

The silver-haired Taoist: "...The destiny is manifest, doom is inevitable, you can understand it yourself!" After finishing speaking, the white halo disappeared without a trace, the candle was lit, and there was no shadow of the silver-haired Taoist in the room.

Qin Yang stood up with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "When did you have an affair with Master?"

Zhu Xie's eyes rolled white: "I'm talking nonsense."

Qin Yang: "..."

Zhu Xie sat down and tasted the fragrant tea: "I think the master came down the mountain this time to see us specially. You said that he has lived for more than 200 years and is not tired of staying in the holy gate every day?!"

Qin Yang frowned, "I think it's for Brother Huan."

Zhu Xie pouted: "Look, Master really still cares about us."

Qin Yang said sadly: "The person who pretends to be stupid all day long is probably...much smarter than you and I guessed."

Zhu Xie was noncommittal: "I thought he would lose his patience a long time ago, but I didn't expect him to pretend to be wise and stupid all day long!"

Qin Yang pointed to his head and said: "The taboo technique, after summoning him, there will be memories of Brother Huan's undefiled one soul and two souls in his mind, so...he, who was reborn in the ninth world, has Memories of the past and the present.”

Zhu Xie snorted: "Anyway, you didn't suffer any disadvantages. Now this person is just the reincarnation of the former Zhang Yonghuan, unlike me...his cultivation can't change his destiny!"

Qin Yang said with a slight smile, "Nine Turns Resurrection Pill will definitely help you reverse your fate, but Master has kept the pill very secretively. I don't know if Chidie can find it this time."

Zhu Xie lay down on the table depressed: "My life, my life!"

On the fifth watch, Zhang Yonghuan woke up hungry from his deep sleep, got up and went to the kitchen to make food.

Brush the pan to boil water, wait for the water to boil, lift the tea pot containing Biluochun secretly from Qin Yang’s house, pinch out a pinch, pinch out another pinch, pinch out another pinch, until the boiling water is stained green by the tea leaves, then cover it again Putting the tea pot on, waiting for the tea leaves to soak in the boiling water, he took the filter again, took out the tea leaves, dried them on the chopping board, and soaked the cut pork belly in the boiling water with a strong tea aroma.

After burning an incense stick, he turned off the fire and put the pork belly slices soaked in Biluochun tea into a large clean porcelain bowl, then put the tea leaves on the chopping board, washed his hands and began to mix the meat with the fragrant and moist tea leaves.

After a while, Zhang Yonghuan almost kneaded the tea foam with the pork belly slices by Zhang Yonghuan after the tea leaves were wet, and then poured the meat and tea foam into the pot, and simply filtered the tea foam on the meat slices, and found a clean one. Put the meat in a bowl, add a little salt, a few drops of soy sauce, marinate half-cooked pork belly slices, wash