Chapter 1193 Want a piece?

"What are you trying to do? You are so strong. How can I beat those above? If I don't fight, I will stay here with you peacefully and wait until they want to let me out." Liu Jun looked indifferent.

He is not in a hurry, but the bald old man is. The seven levels of them have all signed a contract with the ancestors of Maoshan, and they must test the acting leaders of Maoshan who have entered the Demon Suppression Tower in the past generations.

But this acting head seems unwilling to go out. What should I do? I have never experienced this.

Maybe this kid was just scaring him? The bald old man narrowed his eyes, glanced at Liu Jun, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

His thoughts were a little confused due to Liu Jun's abnormal behavior just now, but now that he has figured it out, he is much calmer.

But Liu Jun's next operation made him lose his composure.

I saw Liu Jun setting up a pot on the fire, pouring half a barrel of peanut oil into it, and taking out several square boxes and opening them. A strong smell instantly filled the air.

The bald old man's pupils were dilated, he held his nose and took a few steps back, cursing in his mind, this kid is actually playing dirty tricks and poisoning! Is this special meow the acting head of Maoshan? This is from the Five Poisons Sect, right?

"Boy, don't be too aggressive. You can live here if you want. This is my territory. If you want to harm my territory, be careful and I'll beat you to death." The bald old man covered his nose and cursed.

"Oh, I'm just going to make something to eat. It doesn't matter. You can eat some together later," Liu Jun glanced at the old man and explained.

When the old man heard Liu Jun's words, he suddenly looked horrified. This guy actually wanted to eat this smelly, shit-like thing, and even dragged him along to eat it?

The old man, who had long been ineligible, felt for the first time that his stomach was churning and he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

It was too late for the old man to say anything, Liu Jun had already poured the contents of the square box into the pot.

After a while, the things Liu Jun poured into the oil pan began to tumble, and a pungent smell filled the entire first floor of the Demon Suppression Tower, and even tended to spread to other places.

"Ugh, boy, uh, you actually dare to cook shit in the Demon Suppression Tower, uh" the bald old man covered his nose, retching and cursing.

He has a very high moral character, but he is not high enough to stop breathing. When he breathes, he feels like he has fallen into a cesspit.

When Liu Jun entered the Demon Suppression Tower, the leader Ling Xuzi took most of the elders of Maoshan to the entrance of the Demon Suppression Tower, waited quietly, and observed the situation inside through a strange-shaped mirror.

It's just that this mirror is not very advanced and can only see images but cannot transmit sounds.

"What is this kid doing?" Qing Huozi asked.

"Maybe, making food?" Qingfengzi said, touching her nose.

Hearing this, Qing Huozi nodded, "That's possible. This guy is quite delicious. When he first came to Maoshan, he brought trouble to Junior Brother Muzi's Spirit-tailed Chicken."

Qing Muzi didn't say a word, but clenched his fists a little more, and his face remained cold.

"What does it smell like?" an elder frowned.

"It stinks so much. What does this smell like!" All the elders covered their noses one after another.

"The cesspit exploded? Hurry up and let someone take a look."

"No, this smell is coming from the Demon Suppression Tower. Look at the expressions of the guardians on the first floor." An elder pointed at the picture in the mirror and said.

In the picture, Liu Jun was concentrating on tossing the food in the pot, stirring it a few times from time to time.

The guardian on the first floor has already run to the gate of the Demon Suppression Tower, hoping to breathe some fresh air through the crack in the door.

"What should we do? Do we want to end the trial? Get this kid out" asked an elder.

The leader, Ling Xuzi, was silent for a few seconds and shook his head, "No, wait any longer. The ancestral teachings have said that no matter what method the testers use, as long as they pass the test, they will be recognized."

"Is this considered a way to pass the test?" Qing Huozi looked shocked.

"Forget it, let's see if this first-level guardian can hold on." Ling Xuzi took out a porcelain bottle and opened the cap.

Suddenly, a strong fragrance filled the surroundings, driving away the stench of shit.

In the Demon Suppressing Tower, Liu Jun picked up a piece of stinky tofu with chopsticks, put it into his mouth and chewed it twice. He suddenly looked intoxicated and said, "This is the taste, authentic C-grilled stinky tofu."

When the bald old man on the first floor, the guardian, saw this scene, he was extremely horrified: "This girl doesn't care about cooking shit, but she actually eats shit! She's so crazy!"

Liu Jun turned around and saw the bald old man in the distance, and said with a smile, "Senior, don't be stunned, come over and eat together."

The bald old man's face turned dark, he covered his nose and shook his head repeatedly. He underestimated Liu Jun and overestimated himself.

If Liu Jun works like this on the first floor every day, he won't be able to hold on for a few days. No, he has to find a way to send this guy away and let him go to other floors to cause trouble.

Liu Jun saw that the old man didn't want to come over, so he didn't mind and started eating happily.

After eating a few pieces of fried stinky tofu, Liu Jun seemed to feel that something was wrong. He raised his head and thought for a while, then took out a lot of ingredients from the Good and Evil Order, such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc., and finally got a cutting board.

Using a kitchen knife, I took out a few heads of garlic and coriander and cut them directly on the cutting board.

Since this stinky tofu is so authentic, the way to eat it naturally needs to be a little more particular, so Liu Jun decided to get some minced garlic and add some chopped green onion.

"Dong! Dong! Dong dong dong dong..."

Although Liu Jun usually played with swords, he was also very good with knives. The kitchen knife quickly fell on the chopping board, making a dense muffled sound!

"Here, isn't this kid a little arrogant? This is the master's trial!"

When the Maoshan elders outside the Demon Suppressing Tower saw Liu Jun's actions, they immediately thought, "This guy is cooking shit and chopping vegetables. Does this mean that he regards the Demon Suppressing Tower as his own home?"

Just toss as much as you want?

"This is stinky tofu, a kind of delicacy. Look how strange you all are." Qingfengzi sneaked to the kitchen to eat something. When he came back, he saw Liu Jun eating stinky tofu. Then he looked at the expressions of the elders around him, and he suddenly

I understand what these elders are thinking.

"You said, this is delicious food?" Qing Huozi asked.

"Of course, it's a very popular delicacy, especially delicious." Qingfengzi smelled the authentic smell of stinky tofu, and her mouth almost watered.

"Well, nephew, why don't you let me go in? I promise, I will just go in and eat a few pieces of stinky tofu, and it will definitely not interfere with the trial." Qingfengzi looked at Ling Xuzi with a smile.

The corners of Ling Xuzi's mouth twitched, "Uncle Master, this is a trial for the master. From the moment Qianzi enters the tower, we have no way to open it from the outside."

Qingfengzi looked disappointed and said, "Oh, that's such a shame."

The other elders were even more speechless. Sure enough, there is a master for every disciple, and both master and disciple are actually good at it.

None of the elders present had ever eaten stinky tofu, because they usually never went down the mountain. Only Qingfengzi stayed out all year round and tasted all kinds of delicacies.

Although Qing Muzi often goes down the mountain, she is the kind of person who has no interest in food. She may not have eaten stinky tofu or roast chicken, or else she would not keep a spirit-tailed chicken as a pet.

But inside the Demon Suppression Tower, the guardian on the first floor couldn't bear it any longer. "Hey, boy, don't eat it. I'll send you to the second floor. You can live on the second floor for a long time."

"No, I haven't tried it yet." Liu Jun refused without hesitation.

"You have passed the test, hurry up." The bald old man waved his hand.

"No, I can't let you go." Liu Jun's face was full of reluctance.

The old man suddenly became furious, "You little bastard, do you want to get out of here? Just go through a trial, have you developed any feelings yet? Get out of here now, or I will beat you up if you don't!"

"Okay, okay, then I'll go up." Liu Jun paused and said, "Senior, although we haven't been together for long, we still have some feelings for each other. Don't waste this food. It's really delicious."

After saying that, Liu Jun broke out from the guardians on the first floor and went to the second floor.

In the corner of the first floor, there is a staircase leading to the second floor.

"Good food, it smells like shit, can it be good food? This little brat wants to trick me before he leaves." After Liu Jun left, the bald old man held his nose and walked to the pot left by Liu Jun.

Looking at the black lumps floating inside, my face was full of disgust.

Just as he was about to burn all these things with a fire, the bald old man's movements stopped again, with a tangled look on his face. "How about you try a piece? After all, the boy seemed to enjoy it when he ate it."

The bald old man looked around. Although he knew there was no one else here, he still had to be vigilant.

"It's just a piece, no one will see it anyway." After hesitating for a while, the old man gritted his teeth and put a piece of stinky tofu into his mouth.
Chapter completed!