I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

Zisheng fell into the mud pit, splashing muddy water.The muddy water was just ordinary muddy water with no peculiar smell, but the white clothes he wore today were completely stained.

The tender seedling was also splashed with mud, and it was very dazed floating in the muddy water with Zisheng.

Zisheng looked unlovable, looked left and then looked, and then shook the leaves.

At this time, the seedlings seemed to be growing on the top of Zisheng's head. The small body like a bean sprout twisted, and then a few leaves flicked, and like a propeller, it took Zisheng to the edge of the pit.

The seedling bent down, sniffed Zisheng's forehead, and was relieved to be sure that Zisheng was still fragrant.

Zisheng is not a vengeful person, but the pigs brought by his entourage just happen to be ready for slaughter, and Zisheng was passed over when this batch of pigs were young, so the pigs don't have such a strong fishy smell .

Thinking that he was also a meritorious pig during his lifetime, Zisheng specifically told the butcher to give the pig a happy life.

The pig ran before it was alive, and the butcher exclaimed after killing the pig, "The appearance is really good."

Today's pork is fresh and firm. After thinking about it, Zisheng is ready to make a dish of braised pork.

The palace people wiped the big clay pots in advance, and took the best-growing green onions, ginger, and garlic from the vegetable garden.

The scallions are green and oily, and the palace servants peeled off the outer skin with fresh soil. The body of the scallions is very tender, and the juice splashes out with a light pinch, and the breath spreads to the corner of the dining room.

Every time ginger is cut, the crisp sound of "呲,呲" implies that it has just been unearthed.The garlic is crunchy and tastes more pungent than older garlic.

The fresh pork belly is cut into pieces, and the pieces are fat and thin.

At this time, Zisheng was already quite tall, and he would occasionally hold the spoon himself.

He took out a little lard and put it in a pot to refine it. As the temperature of the oil increased, the smell of hot lard diffused into his nose, which forced the greediness out of his body.

The oil temperature was high, and Zisheng's eyelids felt the heat floating up from the clay pot.

He took out some prickly ash and put it in the pot. The prickly ash was very dry, but there was not much noise, but the numbness was fried out, diffused in the hot oil, and mixed with the air along with the heat.

The fresh and juicy onion slices, ginger and garlic slices were thrown into the jar at this time, with a sound of "呲——", the juice and aroma of various side dishes exploded, and Zisheng threw in the rest of the spices commonly used by wealthy merchants .

For a moment, the fragrance filled the air, and everyone was salivated by the fragrance.They took a few sharp sniffs, inhaling the aroma from their noses into their lungs.

Zisheng took out the fried side dishes and spices to control the oil, and when the oil was warmed up, he poured the pork belly blanched by the palace man beside him into it.

There was another "呲——" sound, and the hot oil full of various spices touched the fat and thin surface, and then the hot oil penetrated into it, frying the surface of the pork belly, so that it contains the smell of spices without losing the original pork Fragrant.

The pork belly was stir-fried for a while, and the fat inside was also fried out.

Zisheng added some self-refined white sugar to it and continued to stir-fry, the meat smell became stronger and stronger, mixed with a hint of sweetness.

After frying for a long time, the pork belly was finally fried into caramel color.Because of the thick consistency, there are small bubbles in the earthen pot. Fortunately, the meat is not old, but it is just the right time.

When Zisheng saw that it was almost time, he took out another small earthenware pot and opened the stopper, and the indistinct but not strong smell of wine spread out.

This cooking wine is not ordinary. When brewing it, the palace people selected grains from thousands of grains, and every grain was perfect.When brewing, every step is strictly controlled, and there is no difference.

Zisheng poured the cooking wine into the earthenware pot, and the originally thick and cloudy soup became clear and easy to stir again.The aroma of the wine is three points stimulating and seven points soft.

He poured some high-quality tea into it, and the aroma of the tea spread into the clay pot.

After doing all this, Zisheng put the lid on the clay pot.

As time goes by, the sound of "gurgling" becomes more and more obvious. The fresh seasoning smell and the mellow meat aroma are mixed together. Just by smelling it, people feel not fat or greasy. It's like eating delicious food in a can.

The braised pork had been boiled for a long time, Zisheng thought that the time was almost up, so he went to the clay pot again.

The lid was opened, hot air rose, and the rich aroma seemed to explode in an instant.

Zisheng put some seasoning on it and cooked it, and asked someone to bring the bowl again.

The clay pot was picked up by the palace servants with a damp cloth, and the pork belly was slowly pulled out of it.The force of dialing must be light, because it melts in the mouth and is easy to be pierced.

Zisheng took a piece with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. When he pursed his lips, the meat fell apart.The gravy is mixed on the lean meat, and the lips and teeth are fragrant, fragrant but not greasy.

The palace people were drooling, and the seedlings nestled on the top of Zisheng's hair had already been paralyzed by the fragrance.

It was soft and boneless, and it slid down from Zisheng's head and lay on the edge of the bowl.

Zisheng dipped a few drops of it with chopsticks, and the seedlings were so fragrant that they almost melted away.

The fragrance has been wafting, from the dining room of the palace to the air, and the fragrance is already very weak at this time.

It continued to float higher and farther, and there were only a few wisps of faint breath in the huge space.

Yang Jian was still far away, but the slightest fragrance wafted into his nostrils.This taste was beyond his cognition of food, and for a while, the aroma made him a little dazed.

"I'm so hungry...", when he was young, the man said to him, clutching his stomach.

Hundreds of years later, he carried the man on his back across the hot land.

The man was dressed in white, with pitiful clear eyes, and his soft murmur still echoed in his ears.

"I'm hungry...can I still eat in this life?"

"I'm actually not hungry... just greedy, even if I have a bite of yellow lotus."

The man often smiled, but his bright eyes were often absent-minded.

His voice was clear, "Xiao Er, if one day I can meet the real thing, I will let you taste the most tempting food in the world."

Later, the man melted away without leaving even a drop of water.

The young, almost nothing fingers passed through his face, the other party's face was always so delicate, his voice was almost inaudible, but he could tell that it was a light tone.

"Don't cry...I can smell it...it smells good...I might have something to eat..."

Yang Jian hoped that the man had really eaten something, but... the soul of the other party had already dissipated.

He gathered his mind, and looked in the direction of the fragrance with his third eye.

His sight pierced through layers of clouds and mist, and finally shrouded the palace of the Yin Shang Dynasty.

Suddenly, the wide sleeves blocked his vision.

Yang Jian recognized this dress, it was the Taoist robe of Master Tongtian, and then his eyes were turned back.

Yang Jian unconsciously thought of the Yin Shang Xiao Wang he had met before, maybe...

He didn't dare to think about it, after all, when they first met, the man looked at him as if he were a stranger.

What's more... Yang Jian lowered his head, closed his eyes, and exhaled.

What's more, when the eye on his forehead looked through Xiao Wang's clothes, he didn't find that huge golden lotus mark on the other party's body.

Yang Jian recalled every detail of his relationship with that person. Suddenly, his brain throbbed, as if someone had invaded his mind, and some of his memories with that person were erased.

No! !

Yang Jian's face was ferocious, and he poured out his whole body's spells into his mind with monstrous anger.

Today, even if his body is smashed to pieces, he is doomed, and his soul is scattered!The memory of that person cannot disappear while he is alive!

At this time, Zisheng was processing his steaming braised pork.

He deliberately took out most of the food that had not been touched by the chopsticks, and took out the shelf-stable food box that Ao Bing gave him, put the fresh and tender braised pork in it and locked the taste.

It's not that he doesn't want to eat this braised pork, on the contrary, this is his best performance, and he is reluctant to eat it like this.

He thought of the fairy master who often helped him.

Master Xian is very beautiful and has a good temper, but he always goes to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, so it seems that he only wants to use the other party and treat the other party as a tool.

He really deserved it.

The lotus tea of ​​that day came to his mind, although it felt cool, but since the immortal master loves tea, then he would just send a variety of tea leaves by the way.

In fact, what Zisheng wants to give most is clothes.

The immortal master has an air of celestial being, his appearance is beyond dust, his skin is fairer than his, and his skin quality is better than his, just like a piece of flawless jade.

Although such a person looks good in purple, Zisheng also wants to know what the other party looks like in white and black.

But it's just an idea in the end, and with his relationship with the immortal master, it's presumptuous after all.

Zisheng thought about it, and after a week of polishing with the best jade and jewelry in his hand, he finally made a low-key and atmospheric hairpin.

Perhaps it was because of his overflowing aura that it was very easy for Zisheng to break through. In less than half a month, eleven petals had already lit up on the top of his head.

The spiritual energy scattered in his body poured into the twelve petals, and the petals sucked away all the excess spiritual energy in his body, and the No. 12 petals were about to reach saturation.

Zisheng only felt that his cultivation had reached a bottleneck, as if he was not far from becoming an immortal after crossing this hurdle.

The aura rushed into the twelve petals, and under the majestic aura, the petals almost burst!

Zisheng felt hot all over, as if a fire had burned his limbs to ashes.He felt unprecedented pain in the place where the fire was burning, but at the same time he also felt countless new strengths there.

In the painful torrential rain, the originally gray sky suddenly added a few golden lights——

Above the bedroom, thunder broke out, and after ninety-nine 81 thunderbolts struck, Zisheng slowly opened his resolute eyes.

He held his chest and let out a breath. Originally, he expected that it would take him a month or two to break through, but he didn't expect the time to be so fast.

Here, Yang Jian, who was fighting against the invisible force, suddenly let go, and the memories that had disappeared gradually became clear again.

Yang Jian looked at the ground, doubts arose in his heart.He knew that his memory coming back this time had nothing to do with his desperate resistance.

He looked at the sky suspiciously, so what is the reason?

Zisheng prepared the gift bag and came to Zixiao Palace. Zisheng used to come to the pavilion, but today the fairy master was not here, and he didn't even see the other party.

Zisheng looked around, and still put the big gift bag on the table.

The lotus flowers in Zixiao Palace are very spiritual, they can smell the smell in the Zisheng food box, so they are all greedy.

Zisheng has been sitting in the pavilion, with only a few breezes blowing occasionally.

If the immortal master is there, then everything will be interesting.If the fairy master is not there, everything around will be boring.

Zisheng yawned, and before he knew it, his soft cheeks pressed against the cold stone table, and he fell asleep right away.

The breeze blows the lotus in the palace, and the fragrance of the lotus flows through the pavilion.

Zisheng turned over and fell on his side, his white jade-like palm caught him.

Zisheng was sleepy and dazed, he thought this person was Zishou, so he hugged him and rubbed his face against him.