Han Yiming was stunned without feeling that he had some enlightenment in his heart, but he couldn't say it. Gu Qingquan smiled and said, "The fifth uncle had already realized his words, so he brought him back. Since then, he has only cooked here. Although he was devoted to my master, he has never been able to practice together. Not only did he not practice with us, but his master and uncles have never guided him. He didn't care. He always thought that being able to make good food, being happy after eating, and those who ate together were also happy. I heard from my senior brothers that he did when he first came.

The food was really bad. He was busy in the kitchen and sweating profusely, and often made everyone wait until midnight. But the master and uncle both told the senior brothers not to urge and complain. Later, it was a big change. Not only did the meal start on time, they no longer asked the senior brothers to help him. One person could arrange the meals of dozens of people in the sect very well. The masters also had their own practice, but it seemed to be far from his way. The personal cultivation was very difficult, and each person practiced differently, so no one could give him guidance. Senior Brother Ding had to understand and practice on his own, which was really admirable."

After a pause, Gu Qingquan smiled and said, "Junior brother, do you know how many people there are in the sect, including the masters and masters?" Han Yiming shook his head, and Gu Qingquan said, "Except for the ancestor Yunyou, there are not counting them. Master and uncle, and all the junior brothers, and you, who came today, have a total of 98 people. Except for Yunyou's brothers, there are also sixty or seventy people in the sect waiting for dinner in one day." Han Yiming was extremely surprised. It is really hard to imagine that the meals of many people in the sect are safe from one person.

Gu Qingquan smiled and said, "Originally, the food in the group was on the turn of the tour. At first, the brothers and brothers cooked together, but others took turns to work, but he was on duty every day. I heard that what he thought about was cooking every day, and whenever he spoke, he would talk about everything in the kitchen. After half a year, he no longer used others to help him. He just needed to have the brothers and brothers on duty every day to share it with everyone. In the past, the brothers and brothers were very afraid of the work under the kitchen. Since their methods were improved, everyone would have to do it.

He was very happy to concentrate on practicing Taoism. I heard that he is now familiar with the habit of various ingredients. He picks them when the ingredients are the most delicious and cooks them in the most suitable way. Therefore, his meals are really unique. Everyone in the sect eats the same meal, even the masters eat the same food as us. None of these people doesn’t like his food. Even if a guest comes, he says that his dishes are really delicious. It’s really not difficult to adjust them all.”

Han Yiming couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks, picked up a chopstick of the remaining cold dishes and put them in his mouth. Although the dishes were cold, they were still very delicious. At first, he was too hungry, and although he felt it was very delicious, he couldn't taste it carefully. When he tasted it again, the taste remained unchanged. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's true that it's as my senior brother said, no matter how high or low the skills are. If I were to change me, I would be able to enter the Tao if I didn't come out."

Gu Qingquan smiled and said, "Senior Brother Ding has long been enlightened. It is not necessary to have talent in his stomach. Only those with rich knowledge can have enlightenment. It is hard to say that he has enriched it, but he cannot realize it. The fifth uncle brought him into the sect after hearing what he said. He still planted some vegetables himself. Although there are not many, they are all very rare varieties. He illiterate, but in order to grow these strange vegetables that are as loving as a treasure, I would like to ask all the teachers and uncles to call the wind and rain.

The masters all said that his heart was clear and simple, and he would respond to all requests. The mantras were very complicated and difficult, and some brothers had never been. He was not good at writing calligraphy and had never had simple spells, which was even more difficult. But his hard work really paid off. It was actually a fun thing. Every time he called a small cloud, he could only pour a vegetable. We asked him why he didn't call a bigger one, and he said he didn't have the ability and dared not be a bad part."

The two of them talked for a while, and both Gu Qingquan said, Han Yiming listened. Seeing that it was getting dark, Gu Qingquan said, "Okay, it's too late, you can rest. I'm going to get up early tomorrow morning and can't talk to you." Han Yiming said, "Senior brother, please do whatever you want." Gu Qingquan fell down on a bed and soon fell asleep.

At night, Han Yiming tossed and turned for a long time. He was very sad at first, but then a little melancholy. He then felt the strong men killed by the young man in green, and sighed deeply. It is said that the hatred of killing his father is irreconcilable, but they really did not share the blue sky with them at this time. What can they do?

When they were still alive, they naturally hated and angry when they heard that they had killed their fathers, and they were eager to die with them. Even if they were not killed by them, they could still exhale a breath of anger in their hearts. But in the blink of an eye, the boy made them all return to the underworld. Even the moment of resentment of them was so short, and the deep hatred of losing their homeland was unknown after a moment. Their death broke his bulging hatred like a cone tip, and his strong hatred ended in the moment. Without enemies, hatred was really hard to persevere.

If they were all alive, he could use this hatred to constantly hone himself, turn these hatreds into hard work in his practice, and seek them to take revenge in the future. But now there is no need to be any longer, and the enemy has lost his life, but he is not happy. It seems that they have the cause of hatred to be alive. But they all died, died so quickly and in time, and before even the seeds of his hatred sprouted, everything was over. He was left alone in this world, without relatives, old friends, and no one knew that he was still alive, and the indescribable loneliness and sadness arose.

These things naturally arise when a young man in Qingcheng has great supernatural powers and has seen them with his own eyes. Therefore, it was not very surprising to hear others calling him "Demon Star". But this "Demon Star" was very good to him, but unfortunately he was unable to save him in the end. Although after he saved him, many people came to seek his bad luck, which may not be a good result, but it seems that he has done his part and can make him feel less sad. Han Yiming sighed. He was the Demon Star on the same day, but he had the idea of ​​kindness. Compared to the Taoist people of Pingbo, Jiang Yuzi and his group of people seemed to be more trustworthy.
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