I open a restaurant in Xiujie

The figure of the guide disappeared in an instant.

On the steep "mountain road", only a group of pale spirit chefs remained.

This is the final assessment of the Spirit Cauldron Conference?

This test, this test...

There is a fart relationship with the chef!

Someone yelled angrily: "Have you made a mistake? Examiner, come out quickly. Did you confuse the assessment of the spiritual chef and the guardian?"

"That's right, if you don't take cooking exams in the spiritual chef exam, isn't it putting the cart before the horse?"

"We're all decent people, not muscular bodybuilders, let alone coolies!"

Yelling, one after another.

But in the illusion, there is only the whistling wind from Linyuan, the higher you go, the harsher the wind is, it blows across the faces of everyone like a broken knife, and stabs the throat of the shouting person.

After shouting for a while, those people exhausted their strength and stopped on the mountain road, panting heavily.

Suddenly, a sea of ​​blood surged behind everyone.

The dead bones were stained with scarlet and viscous blood, and the head emerged from the sea of ​​blood.Mountain, and one three—ク! "

The spirit chefs on the mountain road stagnated for a moment, but they grabbed their ankles mercilessly and dragged them down!

"what--!"

A few screams sounded, and the people who stopped to rest were dragged into the sea of ​​blood, and disappeared in an instant.

Even though they knew that their lives might not be hurt, the spirit chefs in front of them still felt awe-inspiring, with chills running down their spines.

"Are they... out?"

"No way," someone hissed, "The one who fell just now was Mr. Qian, he is the only descendant of the third generation of the spiritual chef family."

"I didn't even touch the kitchen knife, so I'm out?"

"It's a pity, it's so useless..."

"It's too much fun!"

There were complaints all over the sky, but seeing the sea of ​​blood approaching behind them, all the spirit chefs turned around one after another, and rushed towards the top of the mountain at a faster pace.

Just after climbing a few steps, he was panting like a cow, and his steps were heavy.

Already accustomed to the feeling of being full of spiritual power in the body, now that they return to the mortal body, the spirit chefs only feel that they are carrying a weight of hundreds of catties, which makes them bend their backs and sweat profusely.

It really started raining in the illusion.

After a while, the light rain was pattering, and the raindrops gradually became denser and turned into a torrential rain. The dark clouds, accompanied by lightning and thunder, rumbled in front of everyone.

"Fuck," someone scolded in a low voice, "I didn't feel so uncomfortable during the robbery."

It was really uncomfortable, the whole body was soaked, and I had to keep climbing.

To make matters worse, not long after, a series of loud "grunt" sounds came from their stomachs.

The long-lost feeling of hunger spread all over his body in an instant.

The spirit chefs stooped forward against the heavy rain one by one, covering their stomachs with their hands, looking very embarrassed.

Hunger is like a hungry wolf, devouring their internal organs greedily, and like a scorching fire, mercilessly burning away their energy and physical strength.

Based on their cultivation level, most of them have already been bigu. Being a spiritual cook is just a hobby, a practice, and it is to absorb the spiritual energy of the world more efficiently—it is definitely not for food.

Many children from rich families in the team were well-clothed and well-fed when they were young, so how have they suffered such hardships?

Immediately someone shouted: "No comparison, no comparison, what kind of rubbish Spirit Cauldron Conference, young master, I will never come again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the loess under his feet cracked, and a callused hand protruded from the depths of the black soil, grabbing his ankle.

Accompanied by a scream that was so frightened that he screamed hoarsely, under the trembling eyes of everyone, the man was dragged down the loess, and immediately there were strange sounds of "grumbling" and "baji baji" under the loess.

The continuous sharp voice floated in the silent illusion, and the people who listened were hairy.

All the spirit chefs hurriedly turned around and continued climbing, not daring to raise the issue of quitting.

……

The top floor of the Zhaixing Pavilion.

The stars twinkled in the night, and the twilight fell on the eaves of the high pavilion, and there was an arc like a firefly.

The passer-by stood on the top of the pavilion, his eyes drooping slightly.

Under the shadow, his eyes were deep and desolate, and he looked at the night sky leisurely, as if penetrating endless time and space.

"Driven away, tortured, baptized by wind and frost... In this world, the life of a mortal is exactly like this."

He stared at the rising sea of ​​blood in the illusion, and murmured softly.

"If you hesitate a little, you will be crushed by life; if you slack a little, it will be difficult to stand up again. If you don't farm and work hard, you won't be able to get enough food... It is this group of millions of people, such as Crawling on the ground like an ant, bending her back like a dog, she supported Qixia's huge cultivation dynasty."

"Enjoy the offerings of mortal farming, but the monks have never paid attention to mortals. I am afraid that there are less than five fingers who can pass this trial..."

After a moment of silence, the guide let out a long sigh.

Suddenly there was an overjoyed exclamation from behind him: "Master Chef, is it Master Chef?!"

Someone passed?

So fast?

The passer-by was startled and turned around abruptly.

The space in the back was torn apart, and the pale-faced man in Tsing Yi was falling out of the space rift.

Although it took almost all of his spiritual power to break open the space here, the man in Tsing Yi still opened his eyes wide with joy, staring closely at the guide.

"Master Chef," the man in Tsing Yi's eyes sparkled, "That's great, you really still..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly kicked aside by the guide.

The guide was full of displeasure: "I thought there was a genius in this batch of candidates, so it's you who cheated?"

Fortunately, he was so excited for a moment just now.

The man in Tsing Yi was kicked, but his temper showed no signs of breaking out.

This person has always been proud, but now he looks like an obedient little daughter-in-law in front of the guide. He hangs his head and whispers happily: "So I am the first? That's great... Wait, how can teleportation be called cheating? My space talent has always been extremely strong, Master Chef, don't you always praise me..."

"That's enough," the guide said with black lines on his face, "The guy who cheats is the number one fart, just get out of here and stay. Also, don't call me a chef, I'm just a half-soul."

The man in Tsing Yi bowed his head deeply: "Even if you are divided, you are the belief in my heart."

The guide shook his head.

"It's not me you should believe in."

He turned his head and looked at the spirit chef struggling to climb in the illusion, his eyes flickered: "...Forget it, it's useless if you don't understand after saying it so many times. Since it's here, sit down and take a good look."

After saying that, under the respectful gaze of the man in Tsing Yi, the guide raised his slender arm and pointed towards the illusion.

In the illusion, the earth cracked and landslides suddenly.

Steep peaks trembled, mountains roared, mountain torrents rumbled down with a huge boulder as tall as a person, and a giant tree as thick as several people hugged rolled down from the top of the mountain, mercilessly hitting everyone on the head!

All of a sudden, ghosts and wolves were howling in the illusion. The mortal chefs wanted to dodge, but their movements were extremely slow. Their frail bodies were no different from a mantis' arms in the face of natural disasters. In just a short moment, there were no more wailing and fleeing figures on the mountain peak.

They were all thrown into a sea of ​​blood.

The sea of ​​blood burst into boiling bubbles, the waves in the sea surged, and a deep and tragic song was sung in the rainstorm and mud flow.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at all this suspiciously: "Master Chef, if you eliminate them all, then this assessment..."

"I told you not to call me a chef," the guide shook his head and said, "Don't worry, they're all fine."

He raised his hand again, and there seemed to be a picture scroll spread out in front of him, and countless pictures flashed in an instant.The original illusion changed quietly, and became many balls floating alone, floating in the air.

In each sphere, the people in Tsing Yi saw many people, including Yu Xiaotan, Qiongqing, old man Zhao, and even Mr. Qian from the aristocratic family who had been eliminated from the beginning.

The passers-by's eyes dimmed.

"The real assessment...has just begun."

……

Old man Zhao opened his eyes suddenly.

The howling wind passed through the broken windows and passed through the empty wooden house, icy cold.

Panting in surprise, he turned over and sat up on the bed, only to find himself lying on a crude wooden bed.

"Where is this?" He covered his head in pain, "I am... who am I?"

At this time, there was a sudden cry from outside the door: "Are you awake?"

Old man Zhao suddenly raised his head and saw a young girl outside the door.

The girl had a gentle and lovely face, although she was not pretty, she had a few freckles on her side face, but her big watery eyes and beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows fell on Mr. Zhao's eyes, but she was indescribably cute.

"You look... like my granddaughter." Old man Zhao murmured.

The girl laughed happily, her eyes bent into a crescent moon: "Old man, you are sleepy. Get up and drink soup, I made rice porridge for you."

"I'm serious."

The old man Zhao got off the bed, raised his hand and rubbed his dizzy head: "How can I remember that I also have a granddaughter like you, who is my sweetheart."

"Ouch," the girl covered her mouth happily, "Okay, old man, you're just dreaming and sleepy. Who knows that you lost your wife early and never remarried for the rest of your life..."

The girl's voice gradually became quieter, and the old man Zhao's face on the other side also became more and more ugly.

Realizing that she had said something wrong, the girl blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, old man, I didn't mean to mention your sadness. Come, drink rice porridge, drink it!"

Old man Zhao took the rice porridge and glanced at it.It was a bowl with broken corners, and the bottom of the bowl contained dim water, with a few grains of rice floating under the water.

Looking at the cracks on the edge of the bowl, a sense of disgust suddenly surged in his heart, as if he had always eaten delicacies from mountains and seas, and he had never eaten such cheap things, and he instinctively wanted to refuse the moment he saw the rice porridge.

"Wait, let me ask you."

Old man Zhao put the rice porridge aside, with a solemn expression: "Why did I lose my wife early?"

The girl showed a slightly surprised look: "Isn't this...you said it yourself? Twenty years ago, a practitioner passed by our village. Seeing your beautiful wife, he took him away. You rushed forward angrily, but was caught Sweeping away with one palm, almost lost his life."

"After that, your wife never appeared again. You were drunk and said that she was dead."

Old man Zhao frowned a little bit.

What, what is this all about?

How come he has no impression at all?

The girl smiled again: "Okay, old man, don't be sad. You taught me how to cook and how to read. I have long regarded you as my own grandfather in my heart."

Old man Zhao glanced at the rice porridge, and said displeasedly, "I'm just going to teach you this stuff?"

The girl blushed and stuck out her tongue: "Isn't it, there is no food at home..."

"What is no food?"

Old man Zhao grabbed the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

The warm porridge entered his stomach, filled with warmth, and meeting the girl's clear eyes, old man Zhao suddenly felt that the porridge was not as bad as he imagined.

Putting down the bowl, he wiped his mouth, and waved his hand arrogantly: "Go, let's go into the mountains!"

"We cooks, as long as we have two hands, there are edible ingredients everywhere!"

"Look at you, how can you be as stupid as my granddaughter and not understand..."