I open a restaurant in Xiujie

Mutton is indeed delicious, incomparably delicious.

Cheng Huan chewed and swallowed, his facial features were ferocious, although the mutton was very tender, he worked extremely hard between his teeth, as if what he was eating was not mutton, but the flesh and blood of his enemy.

While he was eating, Sect Master Cheng looked at him with loving eyes, and said in a low voice, "Cheng Yang can come back, and he has recovered his cultivation. No one could have expected this."

"You must know that when I invited the doctor to come to treat him, I didn't play tricks in secret. The doctor also told me clearly that his spiritual root has been crippled, and there is no possibility of recovery."

"I see that doctor's expression is heavy, and it doesn't seem to be fake. In the current situation, if I think about it...it can only be that Cheng Yang has another adventure."

Hearing the word "Qi Yu", Cheng Huan's face became more and more ferocious, and he squeezed hard in his hand. His knuckles that were stretched to the point of whitening held the glass cup of sake, holding it with difficulty for a moment, and it shattered to the ground with a "click" .

Wine spilled all over the table.

With mutton stuffed in Cheng Huan's mouth, his voice was muffled, but his cruelty was not concealed: "Father, I want him to die."

Only when that person is dead, can he truly be seen by everyone and fully possess everything he admires.

Now Cheng Huan realized that nothing like Bai Xiuyue was reliable.Eliminating enemies can only be done thoroughly by himself or by relying on his father.

Sect Master Cheng frowned slightly: "I know. Just bear with me and don't be impulsive. I already have a plan. The Council of Elders should already be convening a meeting at this moment to investigate that kid."

Cheng Huan then relaxed a little.

He put down the bowl and chopsticks, swallowed the last bite of mutton, and burped: "That's great, Dad, this time it must be a success."

Master Cheng pushed the dinner plate in front of his son again, his distressed eyes glanced at the scar left on his son's cheek, and said in a low voice: "Okay, you don't have to think about it, so you can make up your body. I heard that it is very good, it has the effect of widening the meridians and nourishing the spiritual root, you should eat more..."

Before the words were finished, Cheng Huan, who was across the table, suddenly curled up in pain, clutching his stomach, his back trembling uncontrollably, and bead-sized beads of sweat oozed from his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The young man was trembling, and there was a painful cry in his voice: "Father, this mutton is not right, I feel so uncomfortable—"

It was so uncomfortable, the whole person seemed to burst, the mutton and spicy oil turned into a spiritual flow and flowed in his body, like a rampant Gulan red sheep, where the iron hooves touched, the blood in the meridians burst inch by inch.

If the meridian of a person is a piece of thick earth, now Cheng Huan's earth is full of chapped gaps, the gaps wind for thousands of miles, thousands of feet deep, and the bright red blood is beating in the gaps, beating in the heart. Under the pressure, it erupted like magma.

Sect Master Cheng immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly injected spiritual power into his son's body to observe his current physical condition.

Seeing the cracked meridians, and recalling Cheng Lihuan's behavior of eating a whole bottle of red pill during the day, Cheng Zongzhu frowned tightly, with a bitter expression on his face: "Call the doctor quickly! You, you Child... oh!"

The red pill was specially refined by him, and it was used to stimulate the real dragon aura in Cheng Huan's body.

The power of a real dragon is domineering and incomparable, and Chi Dan dyes its nature, which is also a fierce and stimulating thing. During the day, Li Chenghuan swallowed a whole bottle in one go, and the power far beyond his ability to control circulated in his body. The meridian has left a serious injury, but the injury is hidden and has not yet been revealed.

The mutton eaten by young people at night is also a wonder to widen the meridians.

It is indeed a great fortune that this strange thing fell into the hands of other disciples, but for Cheng Huan whose meridian has been injured, the damage of this mutton is no less than poisonous.

At this moment, Cheng Huan felt like a naked sheep, being roasted back and forth on the fire.The tongue of fire licked his internal organs, making a sizzling sound like oil bubbling, then peeled off the meridians and rushed to the bones, the pain made him cough heart-piercingly, and fragmented cracks were faintly exposed on the skin all over his body. Blood oozes out.

One by one, one by one, Cheng Huan soon turned into a blood man, looking very scary.

Sect Master Cheng tried to use his own spiritual power to soothe the violent spiritual flow in his son's body, but soon he found that it was useless.Instead of being able to be used by his son, his spiritual power merged into the destructive spiritual flow, causing terrible secondary damage to Cheng Huan.

But at this time, some disciples rushed over and knelt down to report: "Sect Master, it's not good!"

Sect Master Cheng's complexion was as black as iron, and he said sharply: "What's wrong, tell me quickly!"

The disciple raised his eyes and saw Cheng Huan, who was bleeding all over his body and writhing in pain, he couldn't help but shuddered, and hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Sect Master, the elders called Cheng Yang away just now, but it didn't take long for him to take him away unscathed." People are released..."

Master Cheng's hand froze suddenly.

His pupils shrank slightly, thinking how this is possible.

He had clearly told the elders that Cheng Yang had stolen the sect's secret method, so he left the sect quietly.

The Elders Council summoned Cheng Yang this time, if he failed to extract the secret technique from that kid, how could he let him go so easily?

Immediately, Sect Master Cheng heard his disciple whisper: "The elders let Cheng Yang go and sent someone to find Bai Xiuyue. After I inquired about it, I found out that Cheng Yang put all these things on Bai Xiuyue's head and confessed that he left The Zongmen was actually deceived by Bai Xiuyue, who also said that he was reborn from an ancient evil cultivator..."

"absurd!"

Sect Master Cheng flicked his sleeves heavily.

Da Neng seized his home and was reborn, that almost became a story in the storybook, how could it be such a coincidence that Cheng Yang met one?

The disciple prostrated himself on the ground, wanting to cry but without tears: "But, but the suzerain, Cheng Yang took out the photo array!"

Sect Master Cheng: "..."

……

Taking a photo array, which can keep a scene of a certain period of time in it, is a rare and precious spiritual art array. No one knew that Ji Chuchen had such an array in his hand, let alone know that he When killing Bai Xiuyue, he quietly recorded that scene.

After all, Ji Chuchen still left some sense of belonging to Yun Haizong.

He didn't want the sect he once stayed in to have bastards like Bai Xiuyue, and he didn't want other people in the sect to be deceived by Bai Xiuyue like himself, so he left evidence to prove that Bai Xiuyue was an evil cultivator, so as to expose the person's true face.

But Ji Chuchen didn't expect that what he did on a whim at that time would become a way to save himself now.

The formation disk was ingeniously recorded, leaving only the scene of Bai Xiuyue dying, and the figures of Che Yunwen, Qiongqing and others were all stripped out of the screen, so the elders only saw the evil cultivator with a ferocious face. When it comes to the blood streaks crawling all over the ground, and the blood-red figure that appears and disappears behind the boy's back, his face is old and grotesque.

Ji Chuchen's rhetoric became logical.

Stepping out of the main hall where the Presbyterian Church is located, there are green grass and stars everywhere outside the door.

The old acquaintance's disciple was waiting for him outside the door, and greeted Ji Chuchen with a smile to walk up the mountain: "We all didn't believe the suzerain's words, we thought you would come back one day, and now it really came true. Brother, let's go have a few drinks together, Celebrate?"

Ji Chuchen smiled and shook his head: "Another day, there are still people waiting for me."

The disciple muttered in frustration, "We've been waiting for you for a long time."

Ji Chuchen thought for a while and explained, "He saved food for me."

……

Yu Xiaotan did save dinner for Ji Chuchen.

A large plate of fried mutton is warmed with a good fire spirit stone. When it is taken out of the pot, it is still hot, and the taste remains unchanged.

The people in the kitchen had already been sent away by Yu Xiaotan, and the follower-like Chef Wang was also forced by Yu Xiaotan to return to his room to rest, so there were only the two of them left in the kitchen at this moment.

The lights in the house are warm and yellow, and the unique mellow aroma of food is flying.

Not only fried mutton, Yu Xiaotan also secretly cooked a small stove for Ji Chuchen. At the moment, there are four dishes and one soup on the table, each of which uses rare spiritual ingredients—anyway, the ingredients provided by Yunhaizong, Yu Xiaotan can't use them. Distressed, just as a practice, to continue to fill the golden book of recipes.

Ji Chuchen asked, "Where's Brother Che? Where's Senior Qiongqing?"

Yu Xiaotan sat at the table with a smile: "They came earlier than you, and left after dinner."

"Is senior Qiongqing okay?" Ji Chuchen's eyes narrowed slightly, "I really wronged him for cooperating with me in this play today."

Yu Xiaotan shook his head again and again: "Brother Ji, don't think so."

When Qiongqing came, she was bouncing around, and her face was full of energy. Even when eating, she talked about "Is my acting good today" and "I don't look like it".

And when Yu Xiaotan asked with some concern whether the slander of Yun Haizong's disciples would affect him, Qiongqing shook her head repeatedly.

At that time, the dryad boy said: "Xiaotan, you don't have to worry, they called "Xiaoqing", what does it have to do with me Qiongqing?"

"And in today's last match, I'm not completely acting."

Speaking of this, Qiongqing smiled a little embarrassedly, and blinked at Yu Xiaotan: "I was really excited at the time, and I couldn't completely suppress the power by accident... The main reason is that Brother Ji is too powerful, so fighting him You don't need to keep it too close, I played very heartily in that competition."

"How should I put it... You must know that I am still at the peak of my body. Even if I suppress my cultivation at the early stage of the Nascent Soul, some consciousness and instinct cannot be suppressed. Even so, Brother Ji can fight me evenly. Hiss , did he really just break through the Nascent Soul?"

Recalling Qiongqing's unbelievable and admiring eyes at that time, the corners of Yu Xiaotan's lips rose, and he rolled his eyes unconsciously with a smile.

When others praise him, he doesn't take it very seriously, but if someone praises Ji Chuchen in front of him, Yu Xiaotan's heart is like eating honey, full of sweet and warm breath.Just like now, he is sitting across the dining table, watching Ji Chuchen eat dinner quietly with his chin propped up.

The light in the room was neither bright nor dark, just right, and the warm orange-yellow halo cast a faint light on the man.

They sat in the light, the surroundings were quiet and silent, the weak wind swirled around the window lattice, and the small insects in the distance were rustling, and even their singing had subsided.

A thought suddenly flashed in Yu Xiaotan's mind.

It's like...an old married couple.