I open a restaurant in Xiujie

Yu Xiaotan felt that he was falling into nothingness.

There is no solid ground in the painting, just like a vacuum, he floats in the center, surrounded by spiritual power like pen and ink.

The guide floated beside him.

Entering the painting seems to have a great impact on him. In Yu Xiaotan's eyes, his figure is gradually becoming blurred, and even his face is like a blurred ink stain, which turns into traces of traveling ink under the blowing of the spiritual wind.

Yu Xiaotan heard his serious voice: "The people here have lost their physical bodies, and only their spiritual consciousness is retained in the painting environment. The kitchen fairy is pulling away the power of the soul, and I can't last much longer... Sure enough, the most critical when?"

Consciousness into painting?

Yu Xiaotan hurriedly asked: "Then how do they get out of here?"

The guide's eyes were deep: "From the moment they decided to abandon their physical bodies and use the power of their spiritual consciousness to fight against the heavens with the kitchen fairy, they never thought about going out again."

As he spoke, he turned his head: "But you are different."

"Your physical bodies are still in the Zhaixing Pavilion at this moment... Oops, I don't know what's going on outside at the moment. If the Dao of Heaven launches an attack inside and outside the painting at the same time, your physical bodies will be destroyed and you will never be able to leave!"

Hearing that he couldn't leave, Yu Xiaotan was terrified, and immediately said: "What should we do now?"

The guide looked up at the sky with a serious expression: "I can only hope that the chef will win... Come on, let's continue to gather the power of all beings, and these powers will be fed back to the chef to help him win the final victory!"

Yu Xiaotan nodded seriously: "I understand."

He continued to close his eyes, immersing himself in the colorful glow of the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

……

Outside the painting environment.

Clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, and a group of thick black clouds that looked like ink suddenly appeared in the sky above Zhaixing Pavilion, covering the stars and the moon.

There is a faint gathering of thunder in the clouds.

Ever since Yu Xiaotan was picked up by the guide, Ji Chuchen has been watching from the corridor on the second floor of the tavern.

He felt a little uneasy in his heart. He always felt that something bad was about to happen. He didn't dare to let go of his spirit even for a moment, and his eyes were always locked on the Zhaixing Pavilion in the center of the city.

Seeing the thunder on the pavilion at this moment, he felt bad, so he rushed to the high pavilion decisively.

Someone blocked on the road: "Zhaixing Pavilion is an important place, idlers are not allowed to enter!"

"Get out of the way!" Ji Chuchen drew out his long sword, his brows were stern, and a cold light flickered in his eyes, "My Taoist companion is in the pavilion right now, he is in danger, I want to go in!"

The man refused to let go: "The Spirit Cauldron Conference is in progress, and everything is assessed in advance, so how could it be dangerous?"

As soon as the words fell, the sky was filled with muffled thunder, and a thunderbolt as thick as a pillar suddenly struck down!

The strong light thunderbolt, the roar is deafening!

The person blocking the way was startled by the powerful Tianwei, staggered and almost fell.

"My dear," he murmured, "Is this a catastrophe? Is there someone in the Star Picking Pavilion to overcome the catastrophe? No, I have never seen such a powerful thunder catastrophe, and there is no way for people to survive... Hey wait, you do what?!"

Ordinary people are afraid of the thunder that can't be avoided, but Ji Chuchen charged straight up, holding the long sword in his hand impartially, directly blocking the thunder!

"Boom!!!"

The roar that almost tore through the space, the strong light made people almost blind, and the person blocking the way was stunned: "I don't want my life, I really don't want my life..."

Above the Zhaixing Pavilion, Ji Chuchen stood holding a sword, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his lips.

The strong wind howled, blowing the loose white clothes, and the ribbon that tied his hair was split by the thunder, and the long black hair like sandalwood fell down and fluttered with the wind.

Confronting Heavenly Tribulation head-on, Ji Chuchen suffered serious injuries after only one encounter.

But his eyes were firm, and there was no sign of dodging.

——Xiaotan is in the pavilion.

——If he doesn't block it, the thunder will strike Xiaotan.

Wiping off the blood from the corners of his lips, Ji Chuchen held the sword again, spiritual power surged all over his body, and streamers condensed on the sword.

Flying snow like a blade, flying around him, and purple thunder light lingers, converging on the tip of the sword.

The thunderclouds in the sky are like abyss, and a stronger and more dangerous aura is quietly gathering.

Thunder reappears!

……

There was also thunder in the picture scroll.

Violent and violent, thunder rushing to the clouds, after each thunder, the picture scroll was shaken for a while.

But both the passers-by and Yu Xiaotan clearly noticed that the thunder was outside the painting.

"Heavenly Dao really doesn't intend to let Tianzhou go." The face of the guide became more and more serious, "It wants to destroy the Zhaixing Pavilion and your physical body together."

"If you lose your physical body, you will not be able to leave. If you destroy your spiritual consciousness, you will be completely wiped out, and there is no possibility of survival."

"But fortunately, someone outside is protecting your physical body now... the power of heaven is not so easy to resist, and I don't know how long he can last."

Yu Xiaotan's heart moved slightly.

He turned his head and took a look, his eyes seemed to penetrate the blurry painting, and he saw the man with a sword in the sky above Zhaixing Pavilion, who was dressed in white Shengxue.

Like a mayfly shaking a tree, it shakes people's hearts.

But a thought flashed across Yu Xiaotan's heart.

The person outside who is resisting the catastrophe and protecting his body must be Brother Ji.

In an instant, warmth enveloped him like flowing water.Yu Xiaotan withdrew his gaze, and tried harder to move the colorful rays of light in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

——I'm not fighting alone!

Suddenly, the picture scroll was full of wind and clouds, thunder and electricity anger.

The same thunder vortex as the outside world began to appear in the sky above the painting, aiming at the colorful rays of light condensed by Yu Xiaotan, fluctuating densely, and looking about to strike.

"It's okay, I'll come!"

The man in Tsing Yi flashed out from the side of the two, and stood in front of the two without hesitation. With a flick of his long sleeves, the space in front of him seemed to be dislocated, and chaos suddenly appeared.

"Boom!"

The sky thunder rumbled, and suddenly clashed with the power of space in the hands of the man in Tsing Yi!

The man in Tsing Yi was thrown away, and Yu Xiaotan saw his figure blur for a moment, as if his consciousness was about to collapse.

But when he stopped his retreat, he rushed forward without any hesitation, still standing in front of Yu Xiaotan and the guide.

"Xiaotan?"

"Yu Xiaotan!"

"Master—"

More shouts came from behind.

Yu Xiaotan turned around in surprise, and saw Qiongqing, Uncle Wang and others running from afar.

The power of heaven enveloped the entire Zhaixing Pavilion, and they who were trying out in the pavilion were also involved in the gradually expanding painting environment. When they opened their eyes, they saw Yu Xiaotan directly below Lei Jie.

Uncle Wang flew over, and with all his strength unleashed, he looked a bit stronger than the man in Tsing Yi.

While waving his spiritual power to block Yu Xiaotan, he squinted at the man in Tsing Yi next to him, and said jokingly, "Hey, what immoral thing have you done to be struck like this by lightning?"

The man in Tsing Yi said unhappily: "Stop talking nonsense, you'll know if you block it."

Before the words fell, a thicker thunderbolt fell.

The two were instantly struck by the thunder.

Uncle Wang's beard was chopped and scorched.The man in Tsing Yi retreated tens of meters, with blood overflowing from his mouth, and the outline of his spiritual consciousness was unstable, but he still laughed loudly: "Half black and half white, you have been hacked back to your youth?"

Uncle Wang's head was full of black lines: "The mouth is so broken, how did the chef put up with you back then?"

The man in Tsing Yi: "Don't worry about it!"

During the quarrel between the two, another thunder fell.

Yu Xiaotan opened his eyes slightly - thick vines grew from his feet in an instant, and became a towering giant tree in the blink of an eye.The canopy of the tree is dense and the branches and leaves are lush, blocking all the thunder on top of his head.

But after blocking the blow, the giant tree trembled, a large number of branches and leaves fell, and the ground below also cracked gullies, and the gray-black roots that looked like charcoal flashed through the gaps.

Qiongqing's muffled voice came from above: "It's okay, Xiaotan, just concentrate on your work... Cough cough, we are here."

Rumbling, thunder can be heard endlessly.

But not even a trace of thunder fell on Yu Xiaotan.

Yu Xiaotan closed his eyes tightly, urging the glow in the sea of ​​consciousness faster.

Although his eyes were closed, he felt the tip of his nose sore and the fundus of his eyes slightly hot.

Yu Xiaotan murmured softly: "...It's great to know you."

Someone not far away said with a smile: "We should say that."

It was a strange voice.

Yu Xiaotan turned his head quickly, but saw phantoms walking out of the world in the painting.

After spending an unknown number of years in the painting, their silhouettes have long been blurred, but facing Tianlei at this moment, they still stand up without complaint and stand in front of Yu Xiaotan one by one.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning struck down, splitting a figure into blue smoke.

But the man laughed, leaving only a farewell echoing in the sky above the painting: "After so many years, I have finally waited for the day of the decisive battle. The chef fairy disciple Wang Xuluo, I have seen you heroes, I am not good at cultivation, let's go first!"

"Xu Xuyang, a disciple of the Heavenly Mandate Sect—this small secret realm is really exhausting. Come on, everyone, I'll be leaving first!"

"I'll go first too. After so many years, I've forgotten my name. Forget it, just call me the nameless spiritual chef, Old Xu."

"Haha, last time you said that your surname must be Ling, Ling who bullies Jiutian!"

"..."

There were bursts of laughter, and the figures turned into green smoke under the dense thunderbolt, Yu Xiaotan's ears kept buzzing, and hot tears welled up in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks.

Suddenly, he heard a deep voice: "Spirit chef disciple Yu Yousheng, I have met you."

Yu Xiaotan suddenly opened his eyes!

A strange, yet extremely familiar middle-aged man was standing not far away, looking at him quietly with soft eyes.

Thunder strikes from above.

Yu Xiaotan opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse.Shrouded in thunder, under a strong light, the man waved at him and smiled kindly.

He said, "Xiaotan, I'm proud of you."

……

With the efforts of everyone, time passed by every minute.

In front of Yu Xiaotan finally gathered a large area of ​​colorful rays of light, like the sea of ​​clouds churning when the sun rises, looking closely, there seems to be figures shining in every ray of rays of light.

Those are all people infected by Yu Xiaotan's beliefs, including diners from Yu's restaurant and children from Yu's school.

The Xiaguang slowly rose, and the dense thunder offensive was resisted by it. In the face of the power of all living beings, even the power of the catastrophe gradually seemed powerless.

Seeing this, the man in Tsing Yi said with emotion: "I heard Yu Xiaotan say before that 'Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it', so that's the truth."

"That's right," the guide replied, "The will of all living beings will eventually affect the rules of the Dao of Heaven. If everyone in the world thinks that the Dao of the World is wrong, then even the Dao of Heaven will suffer backlash."

As soon as the words fell, there was another change in the painting.

The thunder in the sky gradually disappeared, replaced by a huge vortex.

The vortex was extremely deep, and at first glance it looked bottomless, like a black hole crazily devouring everything around it.

For a moment, everyone in the painting felt a subtle sense of dislocation.

The guide's expression suddenly became serious: "No, Heavenly Dao is modifying the laws of time and space in the secret realm."

"Next, every hour in this painting environment may correspond to a day, a month or even a year in the outside world!"

"The power of all beings is ultimately the thoughts of all beings. If time drags on for a long time, the people corresponding to these rays of light will forget their beliefs at this moment, and the power of all beings will gradually weaken."

"Heavenly Dao wants to drag us to death in this way!"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was terrified.The language is hopeful.

Can you still do this?

If this drags on for ten or eight years, and people outside forget Yu Xiaotan and Yu's restaurant like a chef, wouldn't they have nothing to do but just stare here?

"What should I do?"

Qiongqing clutched her chest, where there was still a piece of scorched black after being struck by lightning: "We have nothing to do, just let it consume us like this?"

A crisp voice suddenly came from behind.

"Then spend it with it."

Everyone turned back.

Yu Xiaotan slowly raised his head in the center surrounded by the rays of the sun.His eye circles were red, and there were still tears on his face, but his voice was extremely firm and resonant.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "We will win in the end."