Ye Shangxian, eat well and drink well! [Mountains and rivers x food language]

Kongsang and the others couldn't help Ye Baiyi, with greater interests in front of them, they could only temporarily acquiesce in his existence.

Ye Baiyi didn't know that his honeymoon was full of murderous intentions. Without knowing it, he had quietly resolved some sinister and vicious endings. It is a miracle that he can live safely and healthily until now.

And he will continue this miracle for a long time without knowing it, amidst the boundless curses from the Nine Heavens.

……

Ye Baiyi kept forming alchemy until midnight, when he opened his eyes, he saw Xiao Yi sitting next to him and watching, with his eyelids propped up, his head nodding.

In fact, Xiao Yi was very sleepy. She kept staring at a meditating person and found it difficult to concentrate.

But don't stare and don't worry.

"Why don't you sleep?" Ye Baiyi was actually a little surprised. He practiced on his own step by step, and never needed others to worry about him. In the past, there was no one to take care of him at the top of Changming Mountain.

"If you don't sleep, I won't sleep." Xiao Yi blinked vigorously to refresh herself, but she was still sleepy.

"...you rest, I can do it myself."

Ye Baiyi reached over with both arms, and could not help but put Xiao Yi down, and covered her with a quilt, she should go to bed early during menstruation.

Xiao Yi was really sleepy, and she was not in the mood to tease Ye Baiyi anymore: "...Senior Ye, how is your alchemy going?" She clutched the side of the quilt with both hands.

"About one-eighth of the knot, slower than expected." Ye Baiyi frowned.

After all, the spiritual power of Kongsang God of Cookery is not his own. Although it is easy to output, it is not easy to organize and assimilate.

When building the foundation before, he just used this kind of spiritual power as the raw material to purify and build walls, which is actually not difficult, but now the formation of alchemy is different. He needs to deconstruct it once and compress it into another uniform but condensed form. form, which involves a process of trade-offs.

This kind of spiritual power is very peaceful in nature, once compressed, once further abstracted, it will be more docile and more difficult to exert its offensive power.

Like a down pillow, it can be used to sleep on, or it can be waved to smash a brioche.

Now Ye Baiyi has removed 80% of the down inside for the convenience of carrying, and waved the pillowcase again, the cream cake may not be broken.

Moreover, God of Cookery's spiritual power is essentially used for healing, and Ye Baiyi's use of it for violent output is actually half the effort.

It's just that when facing nightmares, or in this low-end world of martial arts, its disadvantages will not be very obvious. The former case is the relationship of extreme restraint, and the latter case is the lack of force to win.

But if facing real gods, ancient existences, Ye Baiyi certainly can't fight with a down pillow.

The spiritual power of the God of Cookery has relatively large limitations, and it will have a fatal conflict with his century-old combat habits.

He's a heavy hitter after all, not a support.

Ye Baiyi frowned obviously, this was a fault in the general direction, but it was difficult for him to solve it.

A clever woman can't cook without rice, he has no other choice but to use Xiao Yi's spiritual power, after all, Liuhe Zhenqi is really too weak in comparison.

"Have you encountered any problems?" Xiaoyi's reading atmosphere is a passive skill, and she can keenly catch Ye Baiyi's slight emotional changes.

As soon as he frowned, she was not sleepy.

Ye Baiyi thought for a while, and decided to tell her this question: "I may not be used to the spiritual power of the God of Cookery."

"Is that so..."

Xiaoyi actually knew about this, but hadn't imagined an alternative.

What she thought before was to let Ye Baiyi use his skillful fighting power to take the route of four or two. Although the adaptation degree of the God of Cookery spiritual power is low, its level threshold is enough, and the most basic damage can still be dealt, although it takes a lot of effort to fight. Some, but with the strategy in place, leapfrog battles should still be possible.

...It's just that Ye Baiyi never thought that he would raise this question with her so early.

Should it be said that he is a talented person in martial arts? For such a critical problem, he can be aware of it much earlier, and then plan ahead, instead of being perfunctory for a while.

Since Ye Baiyi raised this question, Xiao Yi thought about it seriously, she didn't want to let him down.

The room was silent for a while, Ye Baiyi came over, reached out and stroked Xiaoyi's brow: "Don't worry about this, I can think of a way myself."

Spiritual power and everything else are secondary, being able to stay by Xiaoyi's side is the most important thing.

Ye Baiyi felt that this matter was not unsolvable. Maybe he used his brain and changed his thinking when compressing his spiritual power. It might not be possible to achieve a sense of harmony, but it may have to work slowly and meticulously.

Xiaoyi still didn't speak, something seemed to flash in her mind, and she tried to grasp it.

Ye Baiyi began to undress, he removed several layers of white coat, and left the sleeping part, then climbed into the bed, and lay down side by side with Xiao Yi: "I won't form a pill today, I will sleep to find inspiration, and you too sleep."

He was thinking about the spiritual power of the God of Cookery in his mind, and he struggled with it all afternoon and night. Every brain cell in his entire brain was competing with it, as if he was trying to get to the bottom of a dead end.

Like him, Xiao Yi was thinking hard. The two students shared the same bed. For various reasons, only study was on their minds.

Because this matter meant a lot to the two of them, Ye Baiyi didn't want to belittle the spiritual power that Xiao Yi gave him, and Xiao Yi didn't want this gift to become a burden for him.

It was late at night, and Ye Baiyi extinguished the candle with his palm in the air. He pulled up the quilt, spread it out and shared it between the two of them.

Xiao Yi curled up in the direction of Ye Baiyi, and the two fell asleep quickly, because they were really tired from thinking about problems.

……

The job of an assassin is sometimes nocturnal.

Xiao Yi and Ye Baiyi fell asleep, while Xie Jie Liubo's day's activities had just begun.

During the day, Wen Kexing rudely rejected his transaction request, and his behavior was extreme, tearing up all the checks and trampling them.

Xie Jie Liubo didn't know why he was so excited, he felt as if he had a convulsion, but since this person refused to transfer Long Xiao, he had to go directly to snatch him.

Time does not wait, King Jin's people are already on the way, he is really worried if he does not start early.

Beside the bonfire, Zhang Chengling, Zhou Zishu and Long Xiao were all sleeping, while Wen Kexing held a vigil with a wooden stick, squatting there to stir the firewood.

He and Zhang Chengling would alternate vigils, with Wen Kexing in the first half of the night and Zhang Chengling in the second half of the night.

Long Xiao lacked reputation, and Zhou Zishu needed to rest. Facing the situation that the assassin would come at any time, they arranged it like this for the time being.

Ye Baiyi hadn't come back for three days, they gave up counting on him.

The fire is imminent, but the strongest fighter in the team doesn't know where to go, and the luggage is thrown all over the floor.

"Tsk..." Wen Kexing bared his teeth and uttered a modal particle.

Damn old monster, after the little girl returned to the team, her whole person was outrageous.

The more than 100-year-old cow eats tender grass, and what it eats makes up for it. The longer it lives, the more grass it grows.

Xie Jieliubo watched Wen Kexing patiently in the dark, he was very good at lurking, his breathing was barely audible, like a dead thing.

He secretly assessed the danger level of this enemy in his heart.

Wen Kexing has almost never appeared in the rivers and lakes. At the beginning, Xie Jieliubo only knew that he took a piece of glazed armor, and then it was crushed by Ye Baiyi, and then he was so angry that he spurted blood, and then he didn't know why. The two actually walked together, as if the crushed glass armor never existed.

But from the mouths of the ghosts who surrendered to Zhao Jing and Du Xie, Xie Jieliubo learned that Wen Kexing is the owner of Guigu Valley, and Ye Baiyi went down the mountain to kill ghosts.The grievances and grievances of the two parties may be balanced. In the past two months, the rivers and lakes have been scattered, and many things are waiting to be done. I haven't heard Changming Mountain Sword Immortal clamoring to kill Qingya Mountain evil spirits.

Xie Jieliubo recalled the last battle, Wen Kexing was almost one against five, and Guigu Guzhu seemed to be the type who was strong when he met the strong, and the number of martial arts was very strange and unfathomable.

With Ye Baiyi absent, this Wen Kexing should be the core of the team's strategy and tactics.

Best to isolate him and deal with him alone.

You can't let him dominate too many people by himself, it's best to tie him up and play with a kite.

Xie Jieliubo, as a resource department, can clearly understand the composition of the optimal combat deployment. To isolate Wen Kexing, he must use something that can provoke him, but that kind of thing should be a one-time consumable , such as the medicine man.

But the long track was very exhausting. As a special force, they traveled lightly. Even their daily food was some dried meat and bugs, not to mention bringing any medicine. There was no place to put it and it was not convenient to take care of it.

When they set off, they just wanted to track down Long Xiao, and it was enough to bring him back.

...Who would have thought that he could join the team of Changming Mountain Sword Immortals, and everyone in this team is a monster.

Xie Jieliubo thought for a moment, and decided to sacrifice the ghosts, since they were desperadoes anyway.

Wen Kexing continued to pull firewood, and there were many choking particles floating in the humid air.

The bonfire was not completely burning, and the wind direction was swaying. He tried his best to make the flame and combustibles fully contact, so as not to produce too much harmful gas.

Suddenly, there was a smell from somewhere, this smell was indescribable, and I wanted to smell it a second time after I smelled it.

Wen Kexing had worked as a male nurse for three days, so he was very alert to such anomalies.

He tore open his sleeve with a snap, tore it into several pieces, unscrewed the water bag and poured it up to soak it, covering everyone's mouth and nose: "—Someone released poisonous smoke! Let's retreat upwind, just leave things where they are! !!!" He pressed a piece of cloth to his face with one hand, and lifted Long Xiao on the ground with the other.

Wen Kexing almost roared out this sentence, Zhou Zishu and Zhang Chengling woke up immediately, and got up after pressing the cloth on their faces.

A damp cloth will stop and dissolve the thing, but only for a short time.

And this medicine has very strong properties, and Long Xiao, who was not protected, was hit almost instantly, trembling all over, eyes closed, fists clenched, and growled in a terrifying voice: "Father... you Why don't you give me the book of yin and yang, why... Ha ha ha ha, don't try to succeed, I will definitely find a way... find it... From now on, you don't want to leave..."

"Plusogenic incense poison." Zhou Zishu frowned. This kind of thing is ingested by breathing, so it's not easy to decipher, "...Old Wen! Find the person who burned the incense first."

Zhou Zishu drew out his white-clothed sword with his backhand, and sprinted side by side with Wen Kexing, "Chengling, you hide first!" The two disappeared in the thick smoke of the night in an instant.

Zhang Chengling is the person with the worst resistance to poison in the whole team. Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu have more or less experienced potions such as drunkenness and dreams, and their resistance to this is not bad, but the body and nerves of minors are very fragile, he should not Join the fight.

Anyway, now that Zhang Chengling has that level of true energy, no one can shake him in the slightest.

Zhang Chengling was stunned: "Master!" The two walked too fast, but Wen Kexing took Long Xiao away, and he was the only one left here in a blink of an eye.

...But he shouldn't be holding back. Zhang Chengling is self-aware. Surviving this poisonous attack now is the greatest help to Zhou Zishu.

Zhang Chengling covered his mouth and nose with a wet cloth, and ran out in the vertical direction of the wind, noting his way while running.

All of Ye Baiyi and Xiaoyi's luggage are still in place. After this battle, it is estimated that he can only rely on his memory to retrieve this pile of things.

He ran alone, and suddenly felt that there was more than one person watching him from the dark.

The poisonous smoke had stopped spreading, and Zhang Chengling stopped.

The pitch-black clouds moved at an angle, and the moonlight shone brightly, illuminating the enemy formation in front of them.

The four major assassins surrounded him with swords drawn, their blades shone with a sharp cold light.

Poison Bodhisattva raised his chin, his tone a little disappointed: "...Why are you the only one? Where's Long Xiao?" They stayed here for a long time, hunting at the best escape angle of poisonous smoke, and then squatted down to the one with the lowest gold content.

Zhang Chengling swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he felt very nervous, his limbs and bones were filled with adrenaline, and he trembled passively.

This time he was alone, without any backing.

Parents and brothers, Master and Uncle Wen, Senior Ye, trusting and dependent elders, each one is absent.

...But this time, he got his own role, he can attack and defend-he seems to be able to do something with his own power at last.

"...If you want to find Long Xiao, let's talk after stepping on my dead body!"

Zhang Chengling pulled out his saber with a "shua", and spoke in a trembling voice, every word carried an agitation and excitement that he was not familiar with.

Zhang Chengling, orphan of Jinghu Villa, 14 years old.

On this night that was destined to be recorded in history, he did not know the heights of the sky and the earth, and sent a duel request to the four major assassins, just like when he faced Ye Baiyi back then.

But today is different.

There are some things that he might... really be able to do.

The author has something to say:

Four months ago, the fake Zhang Chengling 1v4 turned the four assassins into the four hedgehogs.

Four months later, the real Zhang Chengling finally reached the epic 1v4 moment, also facing the four major assassins, let us see how far this kid can do!

This is the script that the starting point hero should take, Zhang Chengling, let me thrive! ! ! !

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Then I got the following things:

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(1) My artist friend sent me a picture of Shibuya.

???

Painter friend: "It's so hot."

"Because I was too embarrassed, I came up with a way to calm down."

Her drawing shows two men, navel oranges.

Both men were of good shape and face, gazing deeply at each other, one's thumb brushing the other's lips.

My father Cthulhu Creature, like me, has a way of engaging in the animal world.

Painter friend: "It's just... I'm so hot, it's too hot, understand?"

A painter friend sent an emoticon package: Panda head with hands in pockets.

Me: "My dad is so cute, I laughed so hard hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" I kept laughing, I don't know why, but it was so funny.

Painter friend: "I'm so hot."

She was so hot, I laughed so hard.

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(2) My literary friend.

Me: "Ye Baiyi in that dimension hasn't even been destroyed or created, so there's no question of destroying it."

Ye Baiyi said that he hadn't picked it up, so why put it down, good guy, I am the same.But not a principle.

Me: "Once I realize that the Ye Baiyi I understand doesn't have a father, I gave birth to someone I like, who is my own father-in-law, and ethics is me."

...she had the same experience as me.

over understanding.Hi yourself.Then it was hit by dimensionality reduction.

The curtains are blue.

... The swy garbage official is outrageous.

Wenshou friend: "Daddy, there is nothing we can't do. What we see, what we shape, what we describe, what we create, we have words, we have our own understanding, we can also use our own logic and stories to shape ourselves What I want to portray is complete and complete for it.”

"As long as my logic is correct, I can still let others see him, that's how it is."

"Although I don't mean that the original work has nothing to do with me, but if I feel that the charm that this character should have is dusted in the original place and no one cares about it..."

"Then I'll dig him out - I'll give him all I can!!!!"

My writing hand friend shouted loudly, "Why can't it work!!!!!!!"

No one has the right to speak about this matter more than her. She has experienced it herself, but she has not been defeated by it.

Me: "Thank you dad, I feel better, I really, I need Two-dimensional energy."

"Sure enough, the two-dimensional self-improvement energy is the strongest in the world. No one knows self-improvement better than us."

I totally understand everything.

The curtain is blue, and I fill it with my soul, become the soul curtain, and it's no longer mediocre.

There's nothing wrong with being your own father-in-law.

Wenshou friend: "Daddy, we are the official! Are you uncomfortable being your own official?"

Me: "This plane is mine."

Wenshou friend: "This plane will still be the best plane in the world."

Me: "What ethics, Two-dimensional has no such thing."

Wenshou friend: "I can realize the possibilities that others can't give you, and I can understand the things that others can't understand you."

Me: "My dad completely cured me."

"The author just wants to say: look at my plane."

"Does it look good? Is it handsome? Is it huge?"

"I made it."

"mine."

"over."

Wenshou friend: "My new plane, is it awesome? Does it look good? It has the most advanced engine and the most complete equipment."

"Have you seen it? Have you seen it? This is Lao Tzu's."

Me: "This is Lao Tzu's, there is no second father."

This is a plane that belongs to me, there is no other plane, never before or after, and this is the only one.

Wenshou friend: "Daddy, be confident, be happy, do what we like, love what we want to love, invest in what we want, and it's over, I haven't broken the law."

Me: "Wow, Dad, you transformed me into an airplane too."

"I used to be a sweater, but now I'm in heaven."

"Thank you dad!"

Me and my love fly side by side.

Wenshou friend: "Daddy, you are a space rocket."

Me: "Son, that's a sky-swapping monkey."

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Speaking of ky, Wenshou friend smiled generously: "The people running around outside are all idiots on the run from mental hospitals."

Me: "When I'm in the same frame as them, I feel like I'm the idiot on the run."

Wenshou friend: "I use rocket exhaust to give the idiots a shit and bounce them into the sewer."

I burst out laughing, and then completely understood everything: "My dad is so cute."

I am extremely grateful: "My dad recast me into an airplane, escape? Why did I escape, I want to fly higher."

Nothing can hurt me anymore, and I fly side by side with Ye Jifei.

Me: "From then on, I am the master of the plane."

Wenshou friend: "That's not just the master of the plane, it's called domination of the airspace."

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At this time, I had two windows open, and Daddy Wenshou and I were ambitious, imagining the blueprint of the arms race, while my Daddy the painter was still sending me pictures, and she was constantly perfecting the sketch.

A bathtub was added, and a mirror was added.And foggy vapours.

I remember that it used to be a sofa, but she changed it into a bathtub, which didn't feel out of place.

Also painted out a person's pants and replaced them with smooth muscles, finally celestial movement.

Me: "It's so hot."

Painter friend: "I'm so hot!"

She sent a picture of an innocent cat.

I laughed so hard.

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When Cthulhu players operate the animal world, they usually laugh from beginning to end, and even laugh with people.

All troubles are gone.

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(3) My good brother.

Pao chatted with me about looking up at the starry sky and some unhealthy food.

The corpse shared the day lily on the road with me.Then I chatted with her about nihilism and positivism.

After the chat I feel like I'm hungry.

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All in all I understood everything completely and there was nothing stopping me from flying the plane anymore.

Since it was assembled inexplicably by my brain, if it does not fly, it will be sorry for the sky and me.

Mint Leaf unplugged the network cable: "I'm leaving the plane, don't bother me with other things!"

Ye plane, let's go.

to conquer the universe.

go you! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !