I open a restaurant in Xiujie

The brilliance dissipated, the food gradually became cold, and the monks who had eaten and drank well left Guanghuazhai one after another, looking for new fun elsewhere.

When they went out, they passed two crystal stones, the left side was gorgeous red, and the right side was tranquil blue water. The monks chose one of them to leave their spiritual imprint on it, which was equivalent to a vote for the two spiritual chefs.

The side with the most spiritual marks is the winner.

There are dedicated monks on the side verifying the authenticity of these spiritual power imprints, and at the same time judging the objectivity of the monks through the "mantra" type of exercises.This is also to prevent someone from buying a large number of casual cultivators to come here for the sake of victory, and the Immortal Kitchen will lose its due meaning.

The person in charge counted the votes, and immediately announced to the elders in the hall: "There are 290 invalid votes, and [-] valid votes. The Kitchen Fairy is established."

With more than [-]% of the valid votes, even if the Chu Xian Lei was established, some elders still frowned upon hearing this: "Why are there so many invalid votes?"

Wang Quwen, who was secretly waiting for the result, dimmed her eyes, pursed her red lips slightly, and couldn't help but glance sideways.

——I underestimated these old guys, but I didn't expect to be able to find out.

The reason for the large number of invalid votes is that she used an external trick, but she didn't dare to use too much force. If the number of invalid votes exceeded [-]%, everything she did would be in vain if the kitchen fairy competition was not established.

Now that all the votes bought are invalid, Wang Quwen felt faintly flustered. After drinking Wang Ziwen's chicken soup, she became less and less confident in her roasted whole lamb. She could only hope that other arrangements she had made would work, such as...

At this time, the clear voice of the teller spread throughout the hall.

"Wang Quwen 350 three votes, Wang Zirong 340 nine votes, Wang Quwen wins this time!"

Dead silence.

The voice reverberated in the wide hall, rippling back and forth across the beams of the house, and the final sound became an echo in everyone's ears: "Win...win..."

No one speaks.

Even Wang Quwen, who won, looked very ugly after hearing the exact number of votes.And when she noticed the dead silence among the elders, her face became more and more serious, and she bit her lower lip tightly.

After a long time, the leading elder finally opened his mouth and sighed, "The votes are too close, so we can't tell the difference between the good and the bad."

When he opened his mouth, other elders responded one after another: "Yes, yes, the subtle difference is nothing."

"That girl Zi Rong didn't perform well, if she comes again, she will definitely not lose to Fen Jia."

"Qu Wen is also a good girl, why don't we let them compete again?"

Wang Quwen listened, her long eyebrows tightened, and her beautiful face gradually distorted.

The woman pursed her lips tightly, her chest heaved violently, and she was almost bursting with anger. How could the elders erase her achievements like this?

Well, although she did use some small tricks, is the restaurant business completely ignoring external tricks, and four votes is not a win?

At this time, another elder seemed to have discovered the new continent: "Hey, that girl Zi Rong's chicken soup has only distributed more than 350 servings..."

As soon as this remark came out, the whole room was silent.

Everyone looked at the clear number of votes, recalled the number of meals distributed by the girl in the blue skirt, and immediately gasped one after another in the lobby.

The number of meals distributed was only this point, but in the end it got a high vote of 340 nine votes. Doesn't it mean that almost 100% of the monks who drank chicken soup voted for Wang Zirong?

Hearing the murmurs of discussions in the lobby, Wang Quwen's face suddenly froze, as if she had been slapped.

Suddenly, Wang Zirong's crisp voice came from the corner.

"I lost, and if I lose, I lose."

The girl said seriously: "Although the four votes are not many, they are still a loss. The sacredness of the Immortal Kitchen Competition cannot be desecrated. Elders, please announce the results."

The elders looked at each other, and the old man at the head twirled his beard and smiled again: "Girl, don't play such a petty temper. The importance of the kitchen fairy relic to us is self-evident. It is a pity in life to miss it. Since I said I want you Try again, and you will compete again."

Seeing that Wang Zirong's eyes flickered, as if he had something to say, the old man hurriedly continued, "This time it's not simple cooking, how is Bibi's restaurant's business ability?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and someone immediately presented a rhombus-shaped jade slip respectfully.

The old man poured spiritual power into the jade slip.

After the vigorous silver light flickered, a huge phantom image appeared in front of everyone. The mountains and rivers were majestic and the rivers were surging. Came to the southern corner of the mainland under the rising sun.

Backed by the green hills, the forest waves are layered, and the quiet town at the foot of the hill is like a paradise.

It was Luo Town in Qingzhou.

"The wind turns steeply, the essence soars, and the aura of the world has changed rapidly these days."

Pointing to a tiny cyclone above the small town, the old man said calmly: "It can be as short as a few months, or as long as a hundred years. The spiritual energy will gather here, and this mountain will become a new blessed place with abundant spiritual energy. Bustling center."

"Such a place with great potential, of course it must fall under the control of Guanghuazhai. The competition I am talking about means that the two of you should go to this city to set up a sub-zhai."

Seeing that both Wang Zirong and Wang Quwen's expressions changed, their expressions were very subtle, as if they had all heard of the word "Luozhen" from different places.Seeing this, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and fine wrinkles formed at the end of his eyes.

Although he was smiling, his eyes were slightly cold.

"However, it is obvious that Guanghua Zhai will only leave one sub-zhai in each city."

"This time I will not set any restrictions on you, you can do whatever you want, I only look at the results."

Having said so many words, the old man seemed to feel a little thirsty, so he picked up a cup of tea from his side, drank a few sips, stood up, and walked out, saying meaningfully: "Cooking is the foundation of a spiritual chef. , but not a means.”

"Girl, please remember that a Patriarch who wants to support Guanghua Zhai's whole Zhai has more than just cooking skills."

……

Luo Town's civil construction is in full swing.

There is a system supervisor at the Nine Turns Xuantu Pagoda, Yu Xiaotan is not worried, and the Dream Team has always worked slowly and meticulously, so he is willing to wait slowly.

But the system is too stingy, Yu Xiaotan is just greedy for the superb brick-moving skills of the Dream Team, and begged the system to include the roads and market construction around the Jiuzhuan Xuantu Tower into the construction scope, the system said to him coldly : [Excess task, an additional [-] spirit stones are required. 】

Yu Xiaotan: "..."

Okay, it's very systematic.

Naturally, there are no [-] spirit stones, and Yu Xiaotan is still in debt.But thinking about it carefully, Yu Xiaotan also understands the system's "lion's big mouth". After all, the method of summoning the sleepwalking team is very high-end at first glance, and it must consume a lot of money. It took a lot of money.

Then leave the parts outside the tower to him.

Yu Xiaotan was gearing up, actually he was also very excited, this is a street that completely belongs to him!

In the bustling Qinghe Town, the bustling stalls at the Newcomer Competition, the sweet begging festival of fiery trees and silver flowers, the bright lanterns that rotate all night...

What he saw and heard for a period of time resurfaced repeatedly in his mind. Yu Xiaotan absorbed the essence from it, discarded the dross, and incorporated many modern, simpler and more majestic elements—he wanted to make this Xianyou Street into a yu The first restaurant officially entered the stage of Qingzhou, and even rushed out of Qingzhou, becoming the cornerstone of fame all over the world.

Although without system support, the construction speed of this part will be much slower, but Yu Xiaotan is not worried.

It was also the first time for him to design his own bazaar, and he had no experience in engineering majors. All kinds of miscellaneous designs collided and rubbed against each other like colorful soap bubbles in his mind, and no one was convinced.

The slower construction speed will help him straighten out his thinking and find the most suitable market model for the Qixia market bit by bit.

Just as he was fascinated by the thought, Bai Junda's resounding voice came from not far away: "Yu Xiaotan, pick up the guests!"

"...here we come," Yu Xiaotan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "next time, please remember to change the term for me. It's just ruining the reputation of our restaurant."

Bai Junda didn't take it seriously, and only raised the menu in his hand in surprise: "This is a big customer who ordered a lot of dishes, and there are almost a hundred spirit stones in total!"

Yu Xiaotan frowned slightly: "A big dog? So rich?"

"More than that," Bai Junda winked at him, then took out a small ticket from his pocket, "Look, he also brought a discount coupon."

Yu Xiaotan was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, his beautiful black eyes lit up, the corners of his lips rose a little bit, his long eyebrows stretched, revealing a bright smile.

After climbing mountains and ridges and traveling hundreds of miles, the first discount coupon finally came to his restaurant.

Is the subsequent large echelon team on the way?

Yu Xiaotan, who was in a good mood, frowned, went back to the kitchen, turned on the stove, and stir-fried. The red fire light happily licked the bottom of the pot, as if he was also congratulating him on his real opening. "La" sound, the fragrant hot air wafts in the kitchen.

Braised ginger chicken, casserole powder, crystal elbow, fish in black bean sauce, tomato and shrimp...

A plate of dishes comes out of the pot, and the whole body glows like bright stars. Immediately, the "stars" are placed on the plate, and the lid is closed, preserving the heat just out of the pot and the fragrance of accumulated power, and is covered by flowing water. Bring it to the dining table in the lobby.

In the lobby sat a middle-aged monk and a teenager.The monk obviously dotes on the young man very much. The young man took the menu with his fingertips and ordered it over and over like a prodigal. The monk just rubbed his head dotingly: "Okay, let's try it all."

"I have a discount coupon," the young man smiled like a greedy little cat, "Let me tell you, dad, the food here is delicious, don't forget to bring my mother with you next time."

The middle-aged monk stroked the hair on the boy's head and nodded dotingly, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart.

This little spirit stone is nothing to him, but there is no one in the lobby of this restaurant in a remote town, what delicious food can they offer?

My child is so naive, let's take him to Guanghuazhai in Xuanming Town, sixty miles away, to enjoy a good meal later.

Well, there is also the newly opened Yunshang Langyuan in Xuanming Town, it would be nice to enjoy it after eating...

……

Although people are still pampering children boredly in the small restaurant, the heart of the middle-aged monk has drifted to the beauty thousands of miles away, until at a certain moment, the door from the back kitchen to the lobby quietly opened.

Bai Junda raised his hand to Yufeng, and a silver plate was dragged steadily behind him.

He has practiced this move for a long time in the past few days. Firstly, it must be stable, secondly, it must be fast, and thirdly, it must be beautiful enough. At this time, the silver plate is converging into a stream of silver behind him, and the little golden dragon engraved on the plate cover is like a wind. Zhongyou dragged, and when he flew in front of the middle-aged monk, he braked steadily and hovered in front of the guest.

Neither high nor low, it is adjusted according to height, and it is the most suitable position for viewing dishes.

The middle-aged monk came back to his senses for a while, and subconsciously twitched his nose: "The serving is quite..."

Before the words were finished, the silver cover on the plate flew up in front of the two of them!

White smoke rises, a strong fragrance bursts out, and a plate of delicacies is presented in front of his eyes. Yu Xiaotan started working with multiple cookers at the same time, and deliberately pressed the batches of dishes when they were out of the cooker, so the bright dishes almost covered the entire table. Gathering together, and at the same time flipping the plate, what is brought is the surprise of quantitative change leading to qualitative change!

Even with the insight of a middle-aged monk, his eyes became overwhelmed for a while.

Look at this plate of dishes, the jelly powder is crystal clear like jade, the sauce-flavored elbow is oily and smooth, and the duck fat of the old duck soup is as bright as gold. Just looking at it is enough to imagine how crisp and mellow the meat should be, and The tomato-like shrimps are slippery like blood jade, and the white and tender shrimps are immersed in the sweet and sour dark red juice, and the texture is dyed bright red, which looks like a delicate work of art.

The middle-aged monk rolled his throat a few times, and when he regained consciousness, he was squeezing a piece of frozen powder into his mouth.

It's cool, icy, and soft like a beauty's slender waist, but it doesn't slip when it enters the mouth. It swims around his mouth for a few times like a fish, leaving a sour, hot and refreshing taste wherever it goes. .

It was so delicious, so refreshing, he seemed to see the beauty dancing in the clouds, Xianyun happened to pass by his side, Rulan's fingertips slid across the monk's generous back, but when the monk reached out to grab Shi Pianran turned around, leaving only a string of clear and gentle smiles like silver bells.

Immediately, the prawns were slippery, the flavor of the tomato was sweet and sour, and there was a faint spiritual light in the soup, but when I caught it, I found that it was a fresher and smoother shrimp. Destroyed the man's reserved psychological defense.

He began to stutter like his son. After a few bites with the chopsticks, he felt unsatisfactory. He grabbed the spoon and chewed and swallowed. There was no other sound in the hall, only the sound of two people gobbling.

Bai Junda listened for a while, swallowed, turned his head and whispered to Ji Chuchen: "The two of them are so annoying, they eat so loudly."

He was fed up.

Ji Chuchen walked past him lightly, and immediately a snowflake fell on Bai Junda's forehead, making the little fat man tremble from the cold: "Criticizing guests behind your back, is this how I teach you to treat guests?"

"Extra practice tonight."

Bai Junda: "!!!"

Bai Junda covered his mouth with a sad face, not daring to say anything.

The monk's hearing is extremely sensitive, and Ji Chuchen was worried that Xiaobai's inappropriate remarks would reach the other party's ears and affect the restaurant.

However, he looked sideways for a moment, and then found out with a smile that the other party was not interested in listening to their conversation at all.

All the minds and minds of the guests have been captured by the delicious food, turning into a glutton-like insatiable appetite and impulse.

Fortunately, monks have a strong digestion ability. The middle-aged monks seem to be well-cultivated, but they are not afraid of them breaking themselves.The back kitchen is still serving dishes from a distance. Maybe there were more big dishes before, but the style of painting later turned into a small and fresh work in the countryside: dry fried beans, roasted pumpkin, green pepper eggs...

Although it was vegetables, the middle-aged monk still ate very satisfied, because the vegetables were so crunchy and sweet. When he entered the entrance, he seemed to see flowers blooming everywhere, the breeze was gentle, and all kinds of fruits and vegetables were lazily lying on the fertile land. When the person comes, he is suddenly full of energy, the branches and leaves are stretched, and the stems are stretching, as if the girls have been ordered, so they try their best to dress themselves up beautifully.

The middle-aged monk chewed it intoxicatedly, and thought to himself, what is the use of Yunshang Langyuan, the girl Doujiao has been the most beautiful oiran in his mind ever since!

Smooth, tender, fragrant, fresh and refreshing - beans will grow raw after a short time of frying, and will become soft and sticky after a long time, but Yu Xiaotan's cooking temperature is just right, and besides the ultimate taste , the middle-aged monk also felt a kind of magical power gathering and lingering in his body, even with his Nascent Soul cultivation base, he couldn't help his heartbeat speeding up.

One dish after another turned into bright stars in his body, turning his meridians into a dazzling star map.

At that moment, the middle-aged monk realized something in a trance, but when he thought about it carefully, it passed away like a meteor, making it difficult for him to grasp.

What is it?

He was lost in thought, but unexpectedly at the next moment, when he put a piece of colorful cloud fish into his mouth, his back stiffened.

A warm current, as soft as a cloud and as light as a gust of wind, quietly circled around his body several times, rushing toward his lower abdomen.

The middle-aged cultivator's eyes suddenly became awe-inspiring, and he blurted out: "You guys are cooking..."

drug?

But before the words came out, he paused again.

No, not medicine.

The method he cultivated himself was the way of reconciling yin and yang, so he was extremely sensitive to this power. The monk keenly discovered that it was not the power of the medicine that overdraws the potential, but the soft and gentle power that can help him go further in the practice!

At this moment, with Caiyunyu as the center, the glittering spiritual light contained in various ingredients gathered in his body, blended, whizzed and turned into a huge colorful cyclone, and the mysterious Taoism sounded in the monk's ears, as if he saw the heaven and the earth just opened , qi is divided into yin and yang, one rises up, and the other sinks slowly...

The middle-aged man's eating movements suddenly slowed down again.

Very slowly, very slowly, he picked up a piece of fish and savored it carefully, letting the fresh fragrance of the meat permeate his mouth into dust. The scene in the lobby.

Two young monks and an old man.

The chubby one was nothing to be afraid of, but the tall and straight one made him a little hard to see through.And when the monk narrowed his eyes slightly, Ji Chuchen also looked in his direction "intentionally or unintentionally", his warm dark eyes were full of smiles, but the light in his eyes was light, and the arcs raised by his long black eyebrows were like rolling green hills .

It happened to meet the eyes of the middle-aged monk.

——The young man is dressed in white like snow, handsome and picturesque, but there are dark waves rising and falling in his eyes.

The moment they looked at each other, the two had already engaged in a secret confrontation. The middle-aged monk's eyes were filled with colorful light, like flowers falling from the sky. Ji Chuchen smiled calmly as usual, but Bai Junda, who was standing beside him, felt in a daze. A sharp sword intent seemed to have the potential to break through the clouds and soar into the sky.

The sword light is awe-inspiring, piercing through hundreds of flowers with one sword.

The flower mud withers and dies.

The two suddenly looked away again.

The middle-aged monk lowered his head slightly, looking at the empty dinner plate in front of him, his brows were tightly furrowed, Ji Chuchen stood still as if nothing had happened, his elegant and dusty temperament naturally felt oppressive, and people dare not despise him.

"...Little brother, this restaurant of yours really gave me a big surprise."

The middle-aged monk finally shook his head with a smile, and with a kind smile on his face, he got up and gestured to Ji Chuchen from a distance: "I wonder what kind of spirit beast meat this wonderful fish is?"

Ji Chuchen also smiled back: "The name of the fish is Caiyun."

The middle-aged monk was a little solemn: "Can you tell me the source of this spirit beast? If the little brother is willing to guide me, You Huanzong will be very grateful."

As he spoke, he touched the storage ring with his hand, and a large handful of spirit stones suddenly appeared on the dining table, shining brightly, obviously far exceeding the originally negotiated price.

The young man who was still thinking about it was stunned for a moment: "Father, what are you doing, I told you that I have a discount coupon!"

"Stop interrupting."

The middle-aged monk looked serious, but he also secretly glanced at his child from the corner of the eye. Seeing that the young man was confused, he obviously didn't notice the strangeness in the food, and the spiritual power of the colorful cloud fish could not be fully absorbed, so his complexion was a little ugly .

Not far away, Ji Chuchen just shook his head and said with a smile, "I just got it by accident. If customers like it, you might as well come to our shop to taste more."

The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Yes, yes. This kind of strange thing is enough to become the treasure of your store. It is still rude for me to ask for it like this."

"Forget it," he sighed, "Is Yu's restaurant right? What a Yu's restaurant, I, Liu Xuan, will remember it."

After finishing speaking, he pulled up his son who was inexplicably upturned, waved his hand to summon the aura, and walked out of the store slowly with a slightly disappointed but satisfied expression.

Bai Junda looked at the table of spirit stones, his eyes were very greedy, but his heart was disturbed.Finally, before the middle-aged monk stepped out of the gate, he chased after him and shouted: "I paid too much for Lingshi, and I won't be able to use them after the discount!"

The monk waved his hand indifferently: "Keep it, you deserve it."

As he said that, he smiled, and his generous face appeared very elegant for a moment: "Even if I have a good relationship with you, how about it?"

……

After the two left, Bai Junda still looked up at the sky, feeling very emotional: "It's really rich and self-willed... But Mr. Ji, is it appropriate for us to collect so much spiritual stones from others?"

Ji Chuchen stood aside and didn't speak for a long time.

"...Master Ji?"

Bai Junda turned his head and shouted suspiciously: "Brother Ji, Brother Ji? Ji Chuchen?"

As soon as the words fell, Ji Chuchen over there suddenly grabbed the corner of the counter table.

There was a faint light in his eyes, he clenched his slender fingers tightly, and his fingertips almost made deep scratches on the table. His handsome face was faintly pale, but a little bit of bright red blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, which was dazzlingly gorgeous.

Bai Junda was petrified.

The little fat man trembled helplessly: "What, what's the matter, hey, big brother, when will you..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly looked at the gloomy eyes of Chuchen last season, and was taken aback by the cold air in those eyes - the other party obviously meant to say, "Shut up."

Bai Junda didn't dare to say anything.

Like a quail.

It's just that the eyes are still restless, and they turn around and aim at Ji Chuchen.

Ji Chuchen raised his hand, wiped away the red marks on his lips with his fingertips, and closed his eyes slightly.

There was still a bloody smell in his mouth—after all, the middle-aged monk was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, a big rank higher than him. In his mind, he broke the opponent's flower formation with a sword, and he could not avoid suffering a little backlash.

But fortunately, within the range he can bear.

Just a moment of pranayama with luck.

But at this time, the sound of the cooking pots and stoves in the back kitchen also stopped, and Yu Xiaotan pushed the door and came out, while taking off the apron on his body, he said excitedly: "How so, is the local tyrant satisfied with this meal?"

Just as Bai Junda wanted to speak, he was stared back by Ji Chuchen's murderous eyes.

Fatty Bai froze, staring blankly at Ji Chuchen holding his breath, turned around, and smiled.

The moment he turned around, the coldness on the young man's face subsided completely, and when he faced Yu Xiaotan, there was no trace of murderous sword intent around him, only a gentle smile remained on the corners of his lips, and the light in his eyes was soft, as if soaked in the spring wind blowing over the branches.

"He liked it very much and said he would come again next time."

Ji Chuchen's voice was as clear as ever, clear and gurgling like running water, and the words he said made people want to be convinced just by listening to them: "The food cooked by Xiaotan is so delicious, we almost drool when we smell it— — By the way, he also said that Caiyunyu is enough to be a dish in the town."

After being praised, Yu Xiaotan immediately burst into laughter, and said with crooked eyebrows, "That's because he has no experience, there is more than one colorful cloud fish in our shop that can be a famous dish in our shop."

But after a while, the young man glanced at Junda Bai, and asked curiously: "I seemed to feel a strange fluctuation just now, has the formation in the lobby been induced?"

——Just now Ji Chuchen pinched the formula for activating the formation at his fingertips. If the confrontation of spiritual consciousness can't scare off the middle-aged monk, Ji Chuchen will activate the formation and show that person a powerful look.

Now that there is nothing wrong, Ji Chuchen gently put down the hands behind his back, and said lightly to Yu Xiaotan, "No, there is nothing."

Yu Xiaotan wanted to say something more, but the young man gently pressed his shoulders and pushed him towards the kitchen.Ji Chuchen looked down at Yu Xiaotan with tender eyes, "It's really fine. Xiaotan, you can just do what you like."

If you like to cook, then just focus on cooking.

Leave the rest of the idlers to me.

……

There was a rush of people outside the door, crowded in the increasingly prosperous town.

The middle-aged man held the young man's hand and walked through the crowd. After walking away, the young man still couldn't hold back and whispered, "Dad, what happened just now? Is there something wrong with that fish?"

The middle-aged monk glanced at him sideways, flicked his fingers on the young man's forehead, and pretended to be stern: "You, I told you to work harder, but you didn't listen. It didn't take long for you to lose so badly in the competition. Do you have a memory?"

The young man covered his head in pain, and looked at his father pitifully, wanting to cry without tears, wondering if Dabi had passed, why did his father come out and teach him again?

The young man was nervous for a while, and the middle-aged monk beside him suddenly smiled again, showing a satisfied smile: "But you brat, your cultivation level is not good, and your luck is really good."

As he said that, he turned his head, his eyes penetrated the crowd, looked at the plaque hanging high in the distance, lingered for a long time on the big words "Yu's Restaurant", and said softly: "This restaurant may solve the problems in the exercises. Our problem for a long time..."

Hearing this, the young man became more and more nervous: "What's the problem? Dad, there are still problems with the exercises we practice. Why have you never heard of it?"

But after a moment of nervousness, he said enthusiastically again: "But since it can be solved, then it's not a problem... And father, I found this restaurant, is it a great achievement?"

Everyone in their sect practices this technique, if there is a problem, then there must be a problem.And the middle-aged monk's answer also confirmed this point, the man clapped his hands and laughed: "Forget it, how can it not be counted?"

The young man's eyes lit up, and he immediately said: "Lingbao Pavilion released the latest shuttle..."

The middle-aged monk waved: "Buy."

The young man said again: "The newly bred Wulin horse of Yushoumen..."

The middle-aged monk said proudly: "Buy!"

The young man blinked his eyes in embarrassment, and hit the snake with the stick: "There is also the newly opened Yunshang Langyuan in Xuanming Town..."

"..." The middle-aged monk pondered for a moment, "Stinky boy, don't push yourself too hard."

"How can I?" The young man suddenly grimaced, and complained, "Isn't it because Dad always talks about the girls in Langyuan on the cloud..."

He didn't finish speaking, and suddenly there was no sound in his mouth, and his teeth and tongue seemed to be glued together by invisible forces.The young man raised his head whiningly, only to see a middle-aged monk with black lines all over his head, and a spell in his hand, which was impressively "Speaking".

"How do you say that, you, do you ever say that about your father?"

The middle-aged man picked up the boy's ears, and a gust of wind wrapped them up. The two figures flashed in place and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the voice floating in the wandering wind: "Come home immediately, tonight Practice more!"