I open a restaurant in Xiujie

Carry your mother.

Why the hell don't you fall to your death?

Cheng Huan almost exploded, his mind was full of these two sentences.

The suspicious eyes of the disciples in the sky almost melted him, and the whispers in the wind were like sharp knives trying to cut him into pieces. Although he couldn't hear clearly, Cheng Huan had already made up a complete picture in his mind. dialogue.

"The person below... is Young Sergeant Cheng Huan?"

"Why is he so disheartened?"

"Who knows? Well, I went to see his competition a few days ago, and I was ashamed."

"Young Master Cheng Yang cares about what he does, don't you think it's bad luck?"

The sound was as thin as a mosquito, and penetrated into Cheng Huan's ear like a mosquito. The whisper turned into sharp mouthparts, pierced into his skin, and sucked his blood mouth by mouth.

Cheng Huan's face was flushed, trying to suppress his anger, while Ji Chuchen over there bent over to look at him leisurely: "What's the smell? It's a bit fragrant."

Cheng Huan: "..."

It was as if a pot of cold water had been poured over his head, which instantly calmed most of the anger that was surging in his heart, and what followed was unparalleled shame and anger.

It's fine for people to see him walking up the mountain. If people recognize him as a woman who wears makeup, then he doesn't have to be a man at all, and he can just draw his sword and wipe his neck.

Seeing Ji Chuchen's puzzled expression, as if he wanted to say something else, Cheng Huan hurriedly forced a smile: "Brother, brother, don't worry about me, I just... just like the feeling of walking up the mountain , look, I'm not slow at this speed."

As he spoke, he raised his head with his hands behind his back, trying to put on an expression of enjoyment.

In the twilight of the morning light, Ji Chuchen lowered his head slightly and looked at him worriedly: "But you will be tired, look at you, your forehead is sweating."

Cheng Huanxin was startled, and hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it off.

— just a little sweat.

After all, he is also a monk, with a strong body, so he won't be sweating profusely after climbing this distance, but this thin sweat is not easy to be noticed by others, but at this moment, Ji Chuchen "unintentionally" pierced it, and the surrounding disciples looked at Cheng Huan's The expression changed again, and the whispers in the wind became louder.

"This man's body is too weak."

"Cultivation is not good, bearing is not good, and now even the flesh / body is weak, alas, how can Cheng Yang have such a younger brother?"

"Maybe it was adopted."

"I looked at it too..."

Cheng Huan's face turned red little by little, and gradually turned purple under the eyes of everyone. He gritted his teeth tightly, and the forced smile on his face seemed to be out of shape, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of ferociousness.

"You really don't have to worry about me!"

He was almost growling, and took half a step back to roar at Ji Chuchen, his voice was trembling, and he seemed to be begging again: "Go up the mountain quickly, I will get there by walking two steps... I said no You control me! Yes, I just like climbing mountains, can't I?"

Not far away, it seemed that someone couldn't hold back, and laughed with a "puchi".

The laughter fell in Cheng Huan's ears, not to mention how harsh it was.

Fortunately, Ji Chuchen didn't insist this time, and only gave him a deep, affectionate gaze, and immediately continued to control the flying sword glowing with aura, and flew straight up the mountain.

Cheng Huan finally let out a long breath of relief.

But just halfway through this breath, he suddenly heard dissatisfied complaints from someone around him.

"What kind of virtue?" The man muttered, "Mr. Cheng Yang's kindness has been completely regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs. If you ask me, I shouldn't talk to this white-eyed wolf, and care whether he lives or dies."

Cheng Huan: "..."

The second half of his breath immediately choked in his throat, neither up nor down, which made his face hot and red, and he didn't know how to explain, so he pulled up his hood angrily, covered his face as if he was covering his ears, and continued to hike up the mountain.

……

The top of the mountain is full of prosperity.

The snow-white marble columns are white and tall, and the hall is decorated with a little golden dragon-shaped pattern. The simple and elegant lamps and treasures are lit even in the daytime, making this magnificent hall even more dazzling.

The elite disciples from various branches were already in place, and not long after, the elders and sects also arrived late.

After everyone was seated, the religious meeting officially began.

Cheng Zongshi picked up the formula, and his sonorous voice was like Huang Zhong Dalu, which was heard in the distance among the continuous mountains. From the bottom to the top of Yunhai Peak, his deep voice could be heard.

At the same time, fruit plates and meals were presented like flowing water.

The dishes are very rich, full of color and fragrance, and the dishes are neatly placed on the dining table, just like the brightly colored flowers in spring.Yu Xiaotan has learned a lot in the past few days, and this time he is gearing up to test his recent gains, so nearly half of the dishes at the banquet are made by him, and all of them are high-quality goods.

At least the elite disciples and elders have never tasted such delicious dishes.

The stir-fried vegetables are fresh and refreshing, the deep-fried noodles are fragrant and crisp, the braised big bones are bright red all over, and even the cold dishes are carefully decorated, layered on top of each other in a pattern of blooming flowers.

In the center of the desk is a golden dragon made of syrup.

Yu Xiaotan showed almost a show of skill in this dish. The dragon was standing on the flowing clouds, with the breeze above his head, his long beard stretched freely in the air, and he was raising his head and roaring proudly.

It is majestic and lifelike, and every scale is clearly visible. The dragon is sprinkled with powder made from quenched golden flowers, so the whole long dragon becomes a more dazzling existence than the lights, with spiritual light lingering around its body, and brilliance overflowing in its eyes.

Those were a pair of gilt eyes, like a burning fire flowing.

The moment they look at each other, everyone will be swallowed by the blazing flames.

The lighter-colored syrup is fired into dark yellow lightning and thunderclouds, lingering around, but anyone who sees this dish can understand at first glance that nothing can stop the golden dragon's powerful soaring.

Its tail was still caught in the shackles of the thunder cloud, but the tip of the tail was already raised, as if it was going to slap everyone's face hard.

It is a dragon.

It is the only existence in the world with supreme majesty, and it was born to cross the world and look down on the world.

The dish was placed in the center of the table, but no one dared to move it.

Even the elder subconsciously avoided that dish.

They seemed to be happy to see Lie, and wanted to keep the golden dragon for a while longer, but they seemed unwilling to meet the majestic dragon's eyes, for fear that this thing would suddenly become a living thing and soar to the sky.

But apart from this dazzling golden dragon, the rest of the dishes are also delicious that are hard to find in the world.

Especially for one of the molten blood vermicelli soup, Yu Xiaotan not only used the molten blood strain, but also used the blood of other spirit beasts to make blood clots, so the whole bowl of soup had both the fresh and refreshing flavor of spirit plants, and the essence of spirit beasts. The extremely fresh and mellow taste of blood, the fusion of two phases, cleverly combined into one, set off a delicious carnival on everyone's taste buds.

The blood clots are fresh and delicious, and the clear soup leaves a fragrance on the lips and teeth. The vermicelli in it is not ordinary, but a kind of vermicelli made from a lotus root plant that is ground into a fine powder. The entrance is more tender than vermicelli made from ordinary sweet potato powder or starch. Soft and waxy, soft and delicate.

Sprinkle a little chili oil on it, drink it sip, the whole bowl of soup seems to turn into a sulfur hot spring, the pure water flows from the limbs and bones, it can sweep away the tiredness all over the body, and the chaotic thoughts in the mind are all gone Disappear, leaving only the most essential and sincere enjoyment of food.

Originally, it was just a formal banquet, but before I knew it, it became a topic for the members of the sect.

Everyone ate it with big mouthfuls and sighed, feeling very novel.

In the past, the food of the Zonghui was not bad.

But everyone's focus is on the sect itself. The food and beverages are just a little bit, which is an artistic conception. Sometimes the sect is over, and many dishes have not been touched.

It's not like today.

The ceremony hadn't started yet, and the table was in a mess.

Some people raised their eyes quietly, and looked at the Zong Shi in the center with some anxiety.

They were afraid that the Zongshi would not say anything on the surface, but they already had opinions in their hearts, thinking that they were too careless about their manners, and they were rude at the Zonghui.

But when their eyes fell on Zongshi, they found that the serious Zongshi in the past was also eating and drinking, and there were several layers of empty plates in front of him.

Cheng Zongshi didn't want to do this either, which actually damaged his majestic image in the past, but...he really couldn't help it.

It was so delicious, more vivid than any delicious food in memory, it made Cheng Zongshi suspect that he had never eaten real food in his life.

But he hasn't forgotten the most important thing.

Putting a bowl of molten blood vermicelli soup with his own hands, Cheng Zongshi put the bowl in front of Ji Chuchen with a loving smile, and coaxed in a low voice, "Try this, it's delicious."

He stared at Ji Chuchen without blinking, and Ji Chuchen was exactly as he thought, taking the porcelain bowl with a bit of surprise, and Dang even took a sip, his eyes shining brightly: "This is too good Eat, Dad, you and your brother should also drink more."

"Of course, of course."

Cheng Zongshi showed a satisfied smile.

He watched Ji Chuchen drink up a whole bowl of vermicelli soup, and his fair side face seemed to lose a bit of blood, and then he looked away contentedly—just in time to see Cheng Huan swallowing, and also stretched out his hand to A large bowl of molten blood vermicelli soup.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Zongshi raised his hand and slapped Cheng Huan's hand away, with a straight face, "Is this something you can drink?"

Cheng Huan's injury is not yet healed, so it's not good to drink this molten blood vermicelli soup, just like a cold person insisting on eating popsicles, it's not impossible, but it's not good.

But Cheng Huan scratched his ears and cheeks, his Adam's apple kept rolling, and begged his father with a sad face: "Father, I'm fine, just let me have a drink."

He was so greedy, the soup was placed not far in front of him, and the scent penetrated into his nostrils, like one after another small hooks scratching and scratching at his heart.The noodle soup is as milky as milk, with crystal clear vermicelli floating in it, dark brown blood clots churning, and a rich aroma, firmly grasping the taste of young people.

"You kid..."

Cheng Zongshi frowned, but he felt sorry for his son after all. He knew that the young man had eaten countless bitter medicinal herbs in the past few days, and he also avoided meat.

"Forget it, drink it." He scooped the soup into Cheng Huan's bowl and told him in a low voice, "Drink less, just this bowl."

Cheng Huan was overjoyed, and hurriedly picked up the bowl and drank it.It was too fresh, too mellow, so delicious it made him want to cry, suddenly a thought came to Cheng Huan's mind, if he could drink such delicious soup every day, so what if his blood drained?

Just when he was out of his mind, licking the bottom of the bowl that was full of water and looking eagerly at the dining table, Cheng Zongshi coughed softly.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly took a few more bites into their mouths, then put down their bowls and raised their heads.

Next, is the most important part of the sect.

——Tenglong Sacrifice.