The sun rises on a new day.

On the highest roof in the first line of the sky, Dolin was practicing swordsmanship diligently.

He comes here to practice every morning. There is an old saying that goes - the plan for the day lies in the morning.

However, for residents on the front line of the sky, it was almost noon when they saw the rising sun.

Yizhitian is a small town located between two mountains. The sun shines very short every day. At 10 a.m., the sun rises from the East Mountain and sets from the West Mountain at 5 p.m.

This is also why Daolin is obviously very diligent, but his martial arts are never included in the grade.

"Little bastard... stop practicing, hurry up and prepare food, it's time to open business..." A rough voice came from downstairs.

When Daolin heard this, he had no choice but to take the power to finish his work, inserted the knife back into the scabbard, and then carefully stepped downstairs with the ladder.

"Hey, others have systems for traveling through time, or there is an old lady next to me. I'm fine, except to inherit a restaurant, it's useless." Daolin sighed while climbing the ladder.

"You little bastard, can you understand something? Don't think about your martial arts dream all day long? I must think that the restaurant passed down from generation to generation will be over."

When Daolin came down to the ground, the tall and fat Daolin rushed over and gave him a thrill. Daolin covered his head and grinned.

"Dad...you are so embarrassed to say to me. Grandpa gave you such a cool name, but you can only cook. Are you embarrassed?" Dolin rubbed his head and retorted.

"What's wrong with cooking? Our Taoist ancestors have been chefs for generations. Your great-grandfather was the emperor's imperial chef. The emperor said that the food was cooked by the emperor." Dao Wuji beat Daolin's head with another thunderous chestnut and said.

"Ah...yes, yes, you always said it right..." In order not to be shocked, Daolin nodded and admitted defeat.

"That's right... Go and prepare the food quickly, it's time for the guests..." Dao Wuji smiled and touched his son's head.

"We don't have a cook, so I don't understand why we both have to do it ourselves?" Daolin walked towards the kitchen reluctantly.

"What do you know? This is called affinity. Only by getting along with your own friends can they regard this place as their own home and work for us steadily." Dao Wuji said earnestly.

Daolin followed Dao Wuji and made a face in his tone.

"You have to know that the status of our Taoist in the first ray of heaven and this Taoist restaurant is the hard work passed down from generation to generation.

Emperor Shenwu passed by here and tasted your great-grandfather's craftsmanship, and then invited your great-grandfather to come out of the mountain and into the imperial city. He even gave the golden sign "The No. 1 Chef in the World".

So, don’t always think about being a warrior. What’s the point of being a warrior? You lick blood from the knife every day. Today you are not you, but tomorrow I will slash you. It’s better to be a chef."

"Dad...Is this mountain in the east and west of Shanxi a mountain?" Daolin suddenly interrupted Wuji and asked.

"Hmm? Legend is yes, but it cannot be verified." Dao Wuji nodded, not understanding why his son mentioned this.

"Will the legendary sword split the mountain that was originally towering into the sky into the sky, which is now on the verge of the sky, not as good as the chef?"

Dao Wuji coughed lightly when he heard this, and he turned around, looked at Daolin with bright eyes, and then slowly raised his right hand.

"Beng..." A muffled chestnut sounded over Dorang's head.

"Ziwei Emperor is Ziwei Emperor, who was once the most powerful person in the mainland. If you have half the power of the Emperor one day, you can stop being a chef. But before that, you should prepare dishes for me honestly."

Daolin looked at his father who was leaving, with a helpless look on his face. Could it be that he could only be a chef when he traveled through time?

Even if you are the number one chef in the world, what's the use?

Martial arts is the future he yearns for.

The martial arts realm from low to high is the first-class - Kaiyuan - Qi - Grandmaster - Supernatural - Creation - God-United - Emperor - Saint.

For many years, I have only heard of the emperors in the world, but I have never heard of the emperors becoming the saints.

The Emperor is already the top powerhouse in the world, such as the Ziwei Emperor thousands of years ago.

Thinking of this, Daolin looked over the sky.

Legend has it that a thousand years ago, this place was originally a big mountain. There was a martial arts giant who had been passed down for hundreds of years, and his sphere of influence was within a radius of thousands of miles.

The ancestors of the sect are extremely powerful and are said to have made great contributions to their destiny. The disciples of the sects act arrogantly and domineeringly. The people in this area live in dire straits and dare not speak out.

One day, the first emperor of the world, Ziwei, passed by here. He was furious when he heard about this and stepped into the mountain. With just one knife, the ancestor of the sect died. The second knife made him have the current ray of sky.

After thinking about it, Daolin still came to the kitchen. Even if Dao Wuji asked him to prepare food on weekdays, he just came to be lazy. The real job was the hired chefs.

"Young master is scolded again. Come here early in the future. The master will not scold you when he sees you here." A chef named Lao Du said while peeling potatoes.

"I want to practice swords, I want to be a warrior!" Daolin replied angrily.

"It's not easy to practice a knife? If you are a chef, you are not superb in your skills. Even if you want to be a warrior, you must at least know how to use a knife first. It's better to practice with a potato than to practice with a air." Old Du smiled and threw a potato to Daolin.

Daolin hurriedly caught it, thinking that what Lao Du said was right. It would be better to practice with potatoes than to practice with him when he was practicing in the air.

"You guys get up, the potatoes belong to me today!" Daolin squeezed Lao Du away, took the kitchen knife in his hand and began to wave it.

"Don't use too much force to swing the knife, don't use arm strength, use the skill of your wrists." Lao Du said helplessly as he looked at a potato as big as a fist, which was peeled by Dolin, with the thickness of his fingers.

Daolin curled his lips and thought to himself that if I had a paring knife, I would definitely not have cut it like this.

Lao Du smiled and picked up another kitchen knife, picked up a potato from the basin, and then cut one potato into pieces after a few cuts. The peeled potato skin was so thin that it was almost transparent.

Seeing this, Daolin's eyes lit up. He had a very exquisite technique of wiping his wrist and peeled off the potato skin as he trembled.

"I'll try again..." As interest arose, Dorian began to peel potatoes. As the potatoes were peeled out one by one, the effect became better and better, and his mastery of the knife became more and more appropriate.

Soon half a pot of potatoes was peeled by him, and he rubbed his wrist, which was about to be broken, leaned against the seat.

"You're tired, you have to know that being a chef who knows how to use a knife is not easy." Lao Du pulled the basin at his feet over and continued to peel potatoes.

"But I still want to be able to practice." Daolin took out a coin from his pocket and bounced it into the air and said in a longing.

"Make a wish successfully!" An emotionless voice rang in Dorian's mind.

"Who is talking?" Dorian sat up cleverly and shouted.

"The young master is confused by peeling potatoes..." A group of chefs laughed out loud when they saw this.

But at this time, Dolin didn't care about their laughter at all, because he felt a powerful force suddenly emerge from his body, a kind of power he had never felt before.

"I...I've earned it! I've become a ninth-grade warrior!" Daolin jumped up excitedly.

The chefs beside them laughed louder, and they just thought that the young master was playing tricks to make them happy.

"You guys are busy first. I have something to do. If my father comes to ask, you will say that I have a stomachache and go to the bathroom." Dorian ignored them, grabbed the coin in his hand and hurriedly left.

Chapter completed!