I open a restaurant in Xiujie

The golden shredded shrimp balls just out of the pan are still hot, and the crispy potato shreds snap when you enter the mouth, and the rich fragrance also permeates the mouth in an instant.

It was a very strange feeling. Wang Dali even felt that what he was holding was not food, but a toy that could bring joy to people.

Even though he was already an adult, even though he had been a spiritual chef for many years, he suddenly realized at that moment that there was a child hidden in everyone's heart, who liked fried potato shreds, fresh and tender shrimp balls, and golden Something that looks delicate and beautiful.

Yu Xiaotan's sauce is prepared with oil, egg yolk and a small amount of vinegar, and a small amount of spices are added to it, making it smooth, slightly salty and slightly sweet.

As a bridge in the middle, it cleverly combines slightly hard potato shreds and extremely tender shrimp, so hard and soft are mixed together, sour, salty and sweet are freely swayed, and the deep-fried potato shreds lightly touch the tip of the tongue. Presented together with the almost melt-in-your-mouth tender shrimp meat, this complex yet natural and strange taste almost made Wang Dali's eyes sour.

It was so delicious, and it was made in a way that he had never seen or imagined. It really is not a loss for this master to worship!

He closed his eyes slightly, savoring the delicious storm spreading in his mouth, and vaguely saw two peerless masters dueling on the top of the moonlight.

One side holds a golden sword, which is extremely fierce and sharp, and stabbing it casually becomes a golden glow; The sound is enveloped.

The two come and go, fighting again and again in unknown places, but they can't do anything to each other.At this time, the distinctive aroma of soy sauce burst out, like a silky ribbon woven by a celestial maiden, wrapping around the gilded sword light and the overflowing clouds and breeze.It is the weaving girl with the most exquisite craftsmanship. The dense stitches are spread layer by layer, and the taste of salty, sour or sweet turns into silks and satins of different colors, quietly evoking a close connection.

What was embroidered in the end was a wonderful picture of the joy of thousands of families.

There are metal and stone clanging, but the world is in harmony.

When Wang Dali tasted the golden silk prawn balls intoxicatedly, Yu Xiaotan also twitched the prawn tails and tasted a few pieces made by his cheap apprentice.

Since he made the sauce, and the sauce is very important in this dish, it is inevitable that the whole dish will be engraved with Yu Xiaotan's brand.Yuxi Tuandui

But even so, Yu Xiaotan closed his eyes and savored it carefully, but he could feel a little taste belonging to Wang Dali.

It's not too bright, and it will be ignored if you don't pay attention, but it gives people a refreshing and pure feeling, reminiscent of the mountain stream in the forest, the pebbles that have been washed by flowing water for thousands of years and polished to be round and edgeless.

If you want to give a definition to this taste...

Yu Xiaotan's eyes shimmered, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

—Probably, it can be called sincerity.

……

At night, Yunhaizong is quiet and peaceful. The mountains cast huge shadows on the vast land. The mountains and forests sway quietly with the wind. Occasionally, black birds can be seen flapping their wings and flying out of the valley.

But the Hall of Elders was lit up with countless quenching golden flowers, brightly lit like never before.

Before the news about Ji Chuchen is fully digested, the top management of Yunhaizong probably won't be able to relax.

At the same time, Cheng Huan, who was being "grounded" in the Houshan Cave Mansion, suddenly felt something was wrong.

He was clearly full, but suddenly his stomach was extremely hungry, and he made a strange "gurgling" sound.

It was a weird feeling, and then my stomach was swollen, and I wanted to vomit something all the time, and finally followed by severe pain, which was more painful than the force of Chidan tearing meridians, and the pain made Cheng Huan paralyzed on the ground. He was panting, but he couldn't even lift up the strength to roll over.

It was as if someone stuffed a bunch of strange things into his internal organs, and at this moment those things were destroying wantonly in his body, and the internal organs that had lost their spiritual protection had no power to resist, and were entangled, engulfed, and quickly absorbed by those black shadows. Take blood and vitality.

"W-what's the matter?"

Cheng Huan trembled and wanted to call "Dad", but he was so hurt that he didn't even have the strength to speak, and even panting was light, as if breathing had become a heavy burden on his body at this moment.

... No, no, I have to find a way to notify Dad!

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he put his hand into the skirt of his clothes with difficulty, groping for the sound transmission talisman left by Cheng's father.Cheng Huan didn't remember whether he had it with him or not. After all, he wasn't out in danger, but in Yunhaizong, on his own land.

After searching for a long time, I found nothing.

What went wrong?

Cheng Huan's face was pale and ferocious, and he couldn't understand it.There is always nothing wrong with the meals at the sect meeting. The elders have tasted them themselves, but apart from those, there is only the last jug of wine...

... Impossible, absolutely impossible!

How could there be a problem with the wine?My father is wholeheartedly for his own good, and there is no one in the world who cares more about himself than his father!

Cheng Huan's eyes turned black with pain.

The thing that was making trouble in his stomach seemed no longer satisfied with blood, and gradually a blood red seeped into the sea of ​​consciousness of the young man, and quietly condensed into a small figure in Cheng Huan's terrified spiritual world.

The whole body is blood red, without facial features, only the mouth is silently grinning, showing him a strange smile.

"Is it really?"

The voice slowly, with a strange tone: "Your father...is he really wholeheartedly for you?"

……

My father took great care of me...

"It's just a cover-up."

My father cleaned up Cheng Yang for me...

"He can abandon that son, so naturally he can abandon this."

... No, no, I am my father's blood, I am different from Cheng Yang!

"Yo, what you said is interesting," the blood-red figure took time to calm down, "So what about biological, and what about adoption, it seems that your virtue is not the type that can raise children to guard against old age. What about yourself?"

"Look, why did you fall into this situation? Isn't it because your loving father poisoned the wine?"

A few words made Cheng Huan's whole body icy cold, and his back trembled like chaff. He opened and closed his lips weakly, and hastily denied in his heart: No, no, Dad can't treat me like that.

He didn't even drop a drop of the real dragon's blood drawn from Cheng Yang's body, it all melted into me!

But the blood-red figure clapped his hands and laughed: "Silly boy, this is exactly where your father is so ruthless. You were sold by your father and you counted the money for him."

"The bloodline of the real dragon is so domineering that even the offspring brothers dare not merge easily. To your father, you are just a blood-nourishing Gu, a medicine man used to tame the bloodline."

"When your meridians are torn apart by that bloodline, the real dragon's bloodline has almost exhausted its strength. He doesn't need to take risks, and he can absorb the bloodline into his body without any effort. Have you ever thought about this?"

Cheng Yang's pupils shrank suddenly.

In an instant, countless scenes appeared in front of his eyes—the bloody scene when he just merged, the ghost crying and wolf howling when he was in extreme pain... Then he was suppressed, and then he was guided, and finally inspired by the mysterious red pill that came from nowhere... ...Step by step, seamlessly, it seems that he really wants to help Cheng Huan completely control the power of this bloodline.

But if you think about it the other way around...

Think back...

Cheng Huan's chest seemed to have tens of thousands of bugs crawling across his chest, and the fine mouthparts pricked dense blood spots in the bottom of his heart.

His eyes were almost divided into two sides. On one side was his father stroking his head with a kind and gentle smile; on the other side was the high slap from the sect meeting, slapping his face more painful than a blade.At that moment, his father looked down at him from above, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was hideous and terrifying, his tall body cast a gloomy shadow, he was like a small insect, powerless to resist, curled up in the shadow.

Will not!

Cheng Huan struggled, trying to throw out all the messy images in his mind. There was still a big melting pot in his heart. His father spent decades of hard work, stealing power from the blessed land and caves, and planned this big melting pot. It was just for me. build.

My father will help me refine that bastard Cheng Yang, and raise my spiritual roots, blood, talents, and meridians... to the level of Cheng Yang!

In her spiritual consciousness, Hong Ying paused for a moment, then suddenly "poofed" and laughed out loud.

"Old man II is a man... Cough cough, I have been in this world for many years, and I have never seen a more peculiar fool than you."

The blood red in Cheng Huan's sea of ​​consciousness surged quietly, like a wave overwhelming the sky, and the red shadow kept approaching in Cheng Huan's mind.In the cave, the young man was rolling on the cold stone floor, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, his eyes widened in horror, and a sea of ​​blood was reflected in his eyes.

But corresponding to the fear, it was the opposite result—Cheng Huan suddenly found that the pain in his lungs had quietly faded away. Although there was still some pain, it was no longer as unbearable as before.

"I suppressed the toxins in your body," the blood shadow said slowly, "while you still have strength, you might as well go to the molten blood formation to take a closer look."

"Look at those formation patterns, those activating Taoist formations, whether they are waiting to refine Cheng Yang, or waiting to refine you."

"Or maybe... want to refine the two of you, or even hundreds of disciples of Yunhai Sect?"

Xueying's voice was extremely low, and his tone was a little old, but his tone was distinctly youthful. Each sound, each sentence, fell lightly on Cheng Huan's chest, faintly deceiving.

"What, why do you ask me to help you?"

"Of course it is profitable! To be honest, I am a ghost wandering in the world. I have forgotten many things in my life. I have left all my knowledge, but I have no flesh/body shell. Life is hard."

"Although your talent in cultivation is not good, the power of your soul is far superior to ordinary people, which is why you can hear me. Boy, tell me about the furnace... Cough cough, listen to me, you go to the furnace to have a look, everything Naturally clear."

"If you believe in me and are willing to help me retrieve the memories of my life, I will pass on all I have learned to you, including kicking the elders, punching Cheng Yang, and becoming the number one Qixia powerhouse!"

"As for how to call it...you can call me, Old Song."

The author has something to say:

Song Lao used the trick of fooling Bai Xiuyue before to fool the newcomers!

It was called "Old Wei" at first, but later changed its name to "Old Song". They are all the evil cultivators possessing Bai Xiuyue~

PS happy holidays!Long live the motherland!