I open a restaurant in Xiujie

The power of heaven is constantly weakening.

And the power of color light is constantly increasing.

This change is particularly obvious under the rules of time acceleration in the painting environment. Even Tiandao has discovered this phenomenon. The thunder vortex in the sky is spinning rapidly, the thunder is flickering, and there are muffled sounds, like an extremely angry roar.

It may be too late.

Heavenly Dao, who wanted to drag Yu Xiaotan and his party to death by boiling frogs in warm water, was ultimately defeated by this kind of wear and tear.

There was an unbelievable light in the guide's eyes, and Qiong Qing and the others couldn't believe their own eyes. The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help asking: "Yu Xiaotan, you have already expected this day, so you accepted those children?"

"How is it possible?" Yu Xiaotan looked into the distance and sighed softly, "Treat people with sincerity, and you will be reciprocated with sincerity. Don't you understand this truth?"

His eye circles were still red, but his eyes were clear and bright, and his jet-black pupils shone like obsidian.Colorful clouds surrounded him, like guards surrounding his king.

After a long time, the guide sighed: "With you in the world, my way is not alone."

As he spoke, his figure also became lighter and lighter, and the lower part of his legs had turned into ink-like spiritual currents, floating in the wind in the picture-scrolling mountains and forests.

Yu Xiaotan was a little nervous: "Are you going to disappear?"

The guide smiled and said, "I'm a soul-splitter. As long as I can fulfill my wish, what's the point of disappearing?"

He paused for a moment, and then said in relief: "Don't worry, Dao's vitality has been severely damaged that day in this battle, and there is no way to show power against you in the future. You can let go and do what you want to do."

"But... can I ask, what do you want to do after you get out?"

After going out...

Yu Xiaotan thought intently: "Continue to strengthen the team. Luozhen will further gather those ordinary monks who care about mortals, and give them cultivation resources, until one day this power is strong enough, and I want to break through the barriers of cultivation techniques."

"I want to plant spiritual materials all over the land of Qixia, so that everyone can lead the spirit into the body; I will make the exercises public, so that everyone can practice... Ah yes, there is also universal education, I hope everyone The meaning of human practice is not to satisfy one's own selfish desires, but to protect the weak and make the world a better place."

"I want to establish a practice alliance to bring order to this chaotic world so that everyone can live a better life."

Hearing him talk a lot, the guide laughed loudly: "You boy, you can't see that your ambition is bigger than that of a chef."

"Go ahead, this world will be yours from now on."

He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was reminiscing what Yu Xiaotan said just now, he pursed his lips with unfinished thought.

Seeing that the figure of the guide was about to disappear soon, Yu Xiaotan suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly took out a conch from the storage ring: "Wait a minute, Master Chef, do you know what this is?"

The passerby looked back, showing a sudden expression: "Remains of will?"

He raised his hand, and finally a flash of spiritual light condensed on his fingertips, and lightly tapped on the conch.

The conch made a long howl that seemed to be crying and laughing, and it seemed that there were waves rolling, endlessly.

Yu Xiaotan saw a nearly transparent faint shadow floating from the conch, gave him a distant salute, and immediately rushed into the sky without hesitation.

The same as the followers of the kitchen fairy who are desperate.

"Even if there is only half of the remnant soul left, do you still want to help the kitchen fairy?" Yu Xiaotan murmured softly.

Beside him, the guide also gave a solemn salute with a smile in his voice.

"Everyone, take care."

Ripples sway in the painting.

There seems to be wind.

……

Tianzhou, Central City.

Ever since Tianlei parachuted into the Zhaxing Pavilion seven years ago, a strange scene has appeared in the Central City—that is a red-clothed swordsman, guarding the top of the Zhaixing Pavilion without sleep, holding a sword against the never-ending catastrophe.

Some people say that he is guarding the way of the chef.

It was also said that he was protecting his lover.

Others said that Jianxiu was originally dressed in elegant white clothes, but the domineering sky thunder cut countless scars on his body, the scars healed, and then burst again.Over time, the blood that flowed out dyed the white clothes bright red, as bright as fire.

Tianlei formed its own domain, and ordinary people couldn't get close to it, so no one could prove that what he said was true, and the identity of the sword cultivator in red became a strange story.

Until later, the people in Central City got used to the occasional thunderstorm falling from the sky, and some even traveled thousands of miles to watch this spectacle.

The visitors were a man and a woman, their appearances were somewhat similar, they were clearly a pair of siblings.

Standing at the head of the central city, Xu Qing and Xu Ying looked at the Zhaixing Pavilion, which was shrouded in thunder and thunderbolts. Their eyes were glistening, and their palms were tightly clenched into fists.

Xu Qing asked in a low voice: "Sister, is Master in that attic?"

Xu Ying pursed her lips tightly: "...Yes." Shan, and Yisan—ク! "

She turned her head and looked at her younger brother with sadness in her eyes: "Brother, is my sister useless? Knowing that my benefactor, Master, is trapped in that attic, but her cultivation level is low, and she can't help Master get out of trouble."

Xu Qing patted her on the back and comforted her softly: "Sister, your talent is not in cultivation, and your benefactor will not blame you. You have become the most powerful spiritual chef in Fengshan City, and you won the championship easily in this Spirit Cauldron Conference. If the benefactor knows, he will be happy for you."

"No, that's different." Xu Ying shook her head.

She took out a booklet from her sleeve and held it tightly in her palm. After a long silence, she suddenly said, "Brother, go and make a hundred copies of this booklet. I will give it to the participants at the spirit chef exchange meeting tomorrow." everyone."

Xu Qing was stunned: "Sister, what are you doing?"

A faint light flickered in Xu Ying's eyes: "Master left this booklet, and the truths described in it are so profound. I am stupid and can't study it thoroughly. Of course, I need to find other people to join me."

"In this way, Master's ideas can also be disseminated. Master has worked so hard to compile the booklet, and he must hope that more people will recognize his ideas."

Xu Qing scratched his head in distress.

"It's so capricious."

He sighed, but still accepted the booklet.

"Okay, I'll take care of it. Just be willful. Who made you my sister?"

The two were talking when suddenly a bright light burst out not far away.

"Boom--!"

As if the earth was torn apart and the sky fell, the deafening roar made the siblings cover their ears subconsciously.

what happened?

Everyone screamed: "Zhaixing Pavilion has collapsed!"

fall down?

How did it fall?

The siblings looked at each other, and they both saw uncontrollable horror from the other's eyes.

Could it be that the sword cultivator who had been protecting his benefactor... lost?

They couldn't bear it anymore, jumped off the city wall and rushed towards the center of the city.

Passing through the streets and alleys, the Zhaixing Pavilion was close in front of them, but a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of the Xu family siblings.

The figure was hugged tightly by the sword repairer in red, the roar of the attic falling down came from a distance, the dust was flying, and the wind was howling, but the two people in the center seemed to erect a natural barrier around them.

No one can separate them.

No one can stop them from reuniting.

Yu Xiaotan touched Ji Chuchen's blood-stained clothes, and couldn't help crying loudly: "I'm sorry Brother Ji, I've dragged on for too long."

Ji Chuchen clasped him tightly in his arms, raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of Yu Xiaotan's eyes, and said with a hoarse voice, "Not long, Xiaotan, not at all."

As he spoke, he took Yu Xiaotan's hand: "Look, the wound has healed, and there is nothing left."

"In the beginning, the thunder was so dense that I was a little hard to resist, but then gradually the thunder continued to weaken, until finally it couldn't affect me at all."

Ji Chuchen gathered an aura at his fingertips, and said with a smile, "Look, Xiaotan, I have broken through again. Guess what state I am in now?"

Yu Xiaotan looked at him with red eyes, and said in a low voice, "...distracted?"

"Wrong," Ji Chuchen blinked at him, "It's a hole."

No one can be struck by the catastrophe for seven consecutive years, and no one can survive under such might.

But Ji Chuchen was an exception.

When the sky thunder shrouded, he frantically urged the exercises he developed, and constantly turned the power of the sky into his own use. This kind of practice like a foolish old man moving mountains, but with long persistence, gradually became another one that overwhelmed the way of heaven. straw.

"Although it's just a hole, even monks in the Mahayana period don't want to get good from me."

Ji Chuchen stroked Yu Xiaotan's slightly trembling back, and comforted him softly: "Xiaotan, I am now the strongest monk in Qixia, and you can walk sideways in Qixia Realm from now on."

Yu Xiaotan laughed through tears, and took his hand: "Brother Ji, I want to go back to Luo Town."

Ji Chuchen shook back with a smile: "Okay."

"Xiaotan, let's go home."