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Ji Chuchen was upset, so she forced herself to give Yu Xiaotan an apologetic smile, and planned to say that she had no appetite and didn't want to eat.

But when he glanced at the egg from the corner of his eye, the word "no" was blocked from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't say anything.

The three eggs were made into boiled eggs, fried eggs and egg custard, and they were placed in three white porcelain plates.

The appearance of fried eggs is the most eye-catching. The golden egg yolk is just in the middle like stars holding the moon, and the whole body is covered with a layer of delicate egg whites. Wrapped in oil and sugar and fried in a pan, the aroma is tangy.As a spiritual material, the egg white and egg yolk are both bright and bright, just looking at it makes it hard to hold back.

The egg custard looks soft, glutinous and smooth. The twilight of the morning sun shines from the window sills, and it falls like a sparkling lake reflecting the sun. On the surface of the custard, there are a few goji berries, a few slices of chopped green onion, and Yu Xiaotan even peeled some shrimps. , the light yellow and tender custard is colorfully embellished, and the white and tender shrimp has a fresh lake atmosphere, which can be described as full of color, fragrance and taste.

Boiled eggs are inconspicuous, but they are also the only ones that have not removed the eggshell, retaining the original flavor of blood jade eggs to the greatest extent.

Facts have proved that even the simplest cooking of this kind of spiritual material is the top delicacy in the world. After the fiery red eggshell is boiled in clear water, mysterious light golden lines emerge on the surface. The fine texture is like an exquisite work of art. There are also Dao laws engraved on it, which makes people's hearts tremble.

"Only three?"

Even though he was restless, Ji Chuchen was still perceptive: "What about you?"

Yu Xiaotan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the other party thought of this first: "I...uh, I've already eaten in the kitchen, Brother Ji, don't worry."

——Afraid that blood jade eggs require a different heat than ordinary eggs, he added a small piece to taste when frying the egg pancakes, so he must have eaten it.

Yu Xiaotan hesitated for a short time, but Ji Chuchen still noticed something was wrong.

He understood the truth at a glance: Yu Xiaotan only had three eggs in his hand. In order to let others have a delicious breakfast, the young man wronged himself and made the three of them happy.

Ji Chuchen's heart suddenly warmed up.

After hearing the rumors of the betrayal of his relatives from the inn, his heart seemed to be frozen by frost, but at this moment, facing Yu Xiaotan's clear and warm eyes, feeling the full of heart in the breakfast, Ji Chuchen suddenly felt alive again. Come over and walk in the spring sunshine again.

Rumors are always rumors.

Ji Chuchen thought that if he had the chance, he would go back to Yunzhou himself to investigate the truth.

Looking at the three plates in front of him, Ji Chuchen actually wanted to try the custard the most.The tender eggs are paired with tender white shrimps, and you can almost feel the smooth and elastic texture when you think about it.

But he finally pulled the omelette in front of him, and said softly: "Uncle Wang is getting old, leave the custard to him, I will eat this."

Saying that, Ji Chuchen picked up a pair of chopsticks from the side, with the tips of the chopsticks like swords, and cut the omelette in half precisely.

—But it is the easiest of the three to be divided into two.

"Come on," he picked up half of it and shook it in front of Yu Xiaotan, "We each have half."

Yu Xiaotan was stunned as the delicious omelette was close to his mouth.

In fact, the young man was very greedy for this first pot of blood jade eggs, and he was not satisfied with trying to eat the little residue when cooking. Instead, he hooked the glutton, until now Yu Xiaotan is still swallowing saliva quietly.

It's just that the basic qualities of a chef let him firmly restrain his impulse.

And as long as the Xuanjing Chi Chicken is willing to lay eggs, it will not only lay eggs this time. If they are lucky, they may get three eggs a day, and Yu Xiaotan can wait.

The truth is the same, but when someone sees through his mind and hands half an omelette to his mouth with a gentle smile, that's another matter.

In order to pass the omelette, Ji Chuchen got very close.

Yu Xiaotan could clearly see the tall and straight bridge of the nose like jade, the slightly curly long eyelashes fluttering like a feather fan, the lip color was slightly lighter, but the curvature was extremely beautiful.

The young man ate the omelette in a daze, the aroma exploded in his mouth, and a trace of hot breath hit his throat in an instant, burning and scalding, sweeping across the limbs and bones, it was so refreshing that it almost knocked out the soul, as if what he just ate was not Half a fried egg, but a mouthful of burning fire.

Perhaps it is the characteristic of Xuanjing Chiji.

Looking at Ji Chuchen's perfect and delicate profile, Yu Xiaotan suddenly felt that the omelet was burning hot...

Actually sweet.

Like honey in the fire.

……

At the same time, inside Yushui Gate, Che Yunwen led Qiongqing into the formation slowly.

After the formation, there is a hole in the sky, and with a golden light flashing past, after confirming the identity of Cha Yunwen, Dongtian blessedly opened the door to him, and the rich spiritual energy rushed out in an instant, Che Yunwen took a deep breath, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

It is indeed the most precious blessed place in Yushuimen.

Practicing in this kind of place, one day can last a month outside.

Moreover, Che Yunwen's freshly-baked suzerain master secretly reminded him that the blessed land is actually a relic of an ancient battlefield, and there are still many remnants of ancient powerful Taoism in it. benefit.

Gathering his mind, Che Yunwen stepped into the blessed land.

But at the moment when he was about to fully enter the blessed land, a voice came from behind: "Brother, please wait!"

Cha Yunwen turned around suspiciously.

An inner disciple bowed to him and said with a smile: "Senior brother, the blessed land is another space, the inner circle is not less than a thousand miles, and the opportunities in different places are different."

"Brother, if you are interested, why not... walk eastward and pay more attention to the finger-shaped mountain."

Che Yunwen's eyes suddenly brightened.

……

When Che Yunwen entered the blessed land, the disciples outside suppressed their smiles.

As the mountain breeze was blowing, his eyes gradually turned cold, and he glanced into the corner: "Is this all right?"

The light in the corner was dim, and after a few dim lights flickered, a young man walked out slowly.

But it was Zhao Haoran.

After more than half a month, not only did he fail to break through, but his complexion was not as good as before. The aura fluctuated all over his body, showing a state of unstable cultivation.

Zhao Haoran fixed his eyes on the entrance of the blessed place, his eyes were dark, and he sneered, "That's right."

The disciple said in a deep voice, "I've already done what you told me to do. What about my younger brother? Where did you catch him?"

"Don't worry, I'll let him go later." Zhao Haoran said disdainfully, "Your brother has no roots, so it's useless to keep him. If I were you, I would have killed him with a sword."

The inner disciple's eyes were as cold as frost, with a hint of killing intent, but he didn't bother to argue with Zhao Haoran, turned around and left quickly.

Only Zhao Haoran was left sneering at the gate of Fudi.

He has no quota, no token, and cannot enter the blessed land.

But this doesn't stop him from tripping up Che Yunwen!

God knows what kind of life he lived this month. After returning from the secret place of Qinghong Mountain, although Che Yunwen didn't beat the dog in the water, but he gained power alone, so naturally other people helped to deal with the trouble.

Zhao Haoran is that trouble.

He is recognized as being at odds with Che Yunwen, and he is the most unlucky at this time. Almost all the disciples in Yushuimen are avoiding him. A few days ago, he bought Lingzhi and was replaced by a fake one, which made Zhao Haoran unable to break through. , but damaged the foundation.

Zhao Haoran can't even sleep well at night if he doesn't take revenge for this revenge!

"Why," the young man muttered to himself in a low voice with a grim look on his lips, "Why! Isn't it because of my little luck that I got lucky enough to meet a big monster?"

Thinking back, the person that demon vine wanted to sweep away was clearly Zhao Haoran!

Che Yunwen stole his chance!

"Just a thief of humble birth."

Zhao Haoran gave a "bah" to the ground, thinking to himself, Che Yunwen, Che Yunwen, you don't even look in the mirror, you want to comprehend the rhyme of Dao, so you fucking deserve it?

Just wait and see.

He wants Che Yunwen to enter Baoshan and return empty-handed. He can't understand anything, can't catch anything!

He wants Che Yunwen to be the laughing stock of Quanyu Watergate!

……

Cha Yunwen knew nothing about what happened outside.

After stepping into the Blessed Land Cave, what appeared before his eyes was a vast wilderness, filled with hostility, blood mist rising, wind and sand slashing at his face like a sharp knife, and the air was full of chilling breath.

But Che Yunwen only felt excited.

The sense of killing in the air is the embodiment of the wonderful Taoist rhyme. There are definitely not a few monks who died in this Fangdongtian, otherwise, how could it cause a great change in the laws of heaven and earth, and even the wind and sand would be infected with the spirit of killing?

Practicing in such an environment, the body/body and spiritual consciousness are cut and twisted by the blade every moment, which not only helps Che Yunwen understand the way of killing, but also helps him refine his spiritual power to be more concentrated Really, especially suitable for a monk with weak foundation like him.

This Yuyue Cliff really came to the right place.

Gradually adapting to the hostility in the wind and sand, Che Yunwen walked towards the east.After traveling for nearly a hundred miles, there was indeed a section of mountain peaks protruding from the horizon, with sharp lines and straight into the sky.

It did look like a finger.

...Speaking some uncivilized words, Che Yunwen actually felt that this was like a middle finger raised at God.

Locking on the target, Che Yunwen didn't delay any longer, and stepped up to the peak.

A strong hostility lingers on the peak, almost turning into substance.

Approaching the back of Che Yunwen, there was a faint sound of thunder, and the sky gathered dark clouds, as if someone held his head high and held a sword, and shouted at him sharply: "This road is blocked!"

The coercion rushed towards him, smashing Che Yunwen to the ground.Rolling on the wasteland, the young man raised his head in embarrassment, and found a stone tablet standing beside him.

"This is?"

He touched the stone tablet a few times in doubt.

A faint starlight appeared on the stone tablet, and the texture spread, turning into countless mysterious dao patterns.

It seems to be a key.

Affected by the vision of ordinary disciples for many years, Che Yunwen knew little about Fudi Dongtian.

He didn't know that the stele in front of him had been jokingly called "the stele of futility" by Yushuimen disciples for many years. It meant that countless geniuses tried to decipher the secrets in the stele but failed, and that the stele was so mysterious that no one was willing to give it up easily, so that it was in vain in front of the stele. Time wasted, and a great opportunity to explore and practice in the blessed land cave was wasted.

Che Yunwen only thought it was amazing, this pattern was too profound, and the inner disciple outside the door was so kind-hearted, he actually pointed out such a mysterious opportunity to him.

If you can't crack the key.

Wouldn't it be disappointing that person's good intentions?

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No more, I'm wilted qwq