"She is the cook of my sect's Imperial Dining Pavilion. She is known as the number one cook in the entire Central Continent. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I am also curious, how can this girl have such high cooking skills at such a young age."
Qin Hao ignored Deacon Hua's exclamation and felt happy when he heard that his senior sister was the cook.
You know, at home, neither Long Nalan nor He Qianqian can cook, and Qin Hao is the chef himself. Now that there is a senior sister who is known as the best cook in Central Continent, the feeling is self-evident.
Qin Hao is already thinking about it.
"Humph, you stinky man, the chef's skills can only be enjoyed by the sect master." Deacon Hua scolded.
Qin Hao immediately responded and nodded in agreement.
At this time, the door to the Zongmen Hall slowly opened, and a group of alchemists filed in.
As he advanced, Qin Hao felt an extremely depressing aura accumulating around him. Looking around, he could see that it was all coming from his fellow alchemists.
Qin Hao couldn't help but ask: "Deacon Hua, where are you going now?"
Deacon Hua looked at Qin Hao with a surprised look on his face, "Of course you are diagnosing the sect leader's illness. If you don't diagnose the disease, how can you refine the cure elixir for the sect leader?"
"Ah, yes, yes, I forgot."
Qin Hao immediately nodded in agreement without comment.
His appearance immediately made Deacon Hua suspicious. Many alchemists had tried to diagnose the sect leader's problem, but they all failed and were eventually executed by the sect leader.
Just look at the alchemists around you and you will know how difficult the problem of the sect master is to cure, so they are determined to die, and naturally they are filled with sorrow.
But in Qin Hao's case, Butler Hua didn't feel the slightest melancholy. Instead, it was like...like he was traveling.
First, I asked about the cook, and now I am walking in this hall, looking left and right, as if I am visiting this hall.
For a moment, Deacon Hua couldn't decide whether Qin Hao was arrogant or really as confident as Zhuang Xu, the master of the Danyao Pavilion, said.
Entering the main hall, Qin Hao quickly located Luo Lu's location.
Luo Lu was sitting in the first seat among the light gauze, but the outline of his plump body was clearly visible. There was an endless air of death surrounding him, making it easy for people to think that he was a corpse. It was very strange.
Qin Hao saw that the alchemists who were treating Luo Lu were going up and down from the front desk, and they all sighed, as if they were complaining about the injustice of God, and ended their lives in such a frustrating way.
When it was Qin Hao's turn, Deacon Hua gave Qin Hao an expression that said he shouldn't show too much indifference.
Qin Hao turned a deaf ear.
But when Qin Hao really saw Luo Lu clearly, he couldn't help but hold his breath. It wasn't that he felt that he would be executed, but that he really felt that Luo Lu... was too ugly!
Luo Lu's plump figure was wrapped in a tight black robe, which made people unbearable to look at. What was even more counterintuitive was that Luo Lu's face was like black paste, and his facial features were squeezed here and there, leaving no outline at all.
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Qin Hao just felt that the daddy he pulled out would be prettier than this face.
In front of this shocking face, Qin Hao, no matter how calm he was, couldn't help but feel his stomach churn, fearing that he would vomit in the next moment.
Qin Hao immediately checked Luo Lu's pulse and hurried down.
Deacon Hua saw that Qin Hao looked completely different from the other alchemists. His face was ugly and he was holding his stomach desperately. He instantly understood Qin Hao's thoughts and suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He was afraid that Qin Hao's appearance would make the sect leader notice and blame him.
Come down, maybe you won't be able to escape the blame.
Qin Hao put his hand on Deacon Hua's shoulder as soon as he came down. At this time, he didn't even care about Deacon Hua's character. It was business to make himself feel better.
The eyes of other deacons were also attracted one after another, and Deacon Hua suddenly felt like he was being stared at by a wasp.
Fortunately, the sect leader didn't notice it.
But even so, Deacon Hua still wanted to hang Qin Hao up, and then yelled: "Do you know, your behavior is worse than being executed for failing to refine the medicine, and entertaining you in the eighteenth level of hell is considered a light thing.
"
However, after Qin Hao felt better, he acted like a normal person and asked, "Deacon Hua, where are you going next?"
"You come with me."
Of course, Qin Hao still didn't notice the deathly look on Deacon Hua's face.
After many twists and turns, Qin Hao finally figured out what he had to do next, which was to make alchemy.
All the deacon has to do is take the alchemist to the exclusive alchemy room, and then wait for the alchemist to make the elixir.
This process only takes half an hour, and for most of the alchemists who have given up hope in themselves, it is undoubtedly a torture within a torture.
Even if there is still a small number of alchemists who still have hope, it is like a thorn in the back. Every time a medicinal material is added, it is an attack on the state of mind.
But among this group of alchemists, Qin Hao is always the most unique one.
"Why don't you make the elixir quickly?"
Seeing Qin Hao not moving at all in front of the alchemy furnace, Butler Hua was on the verge of despair.
Because at this moment, Qin Hao is as hateful as a broom star in Butler Hua's heart. This is a kind of disgust deep in his heart.
Qin Hao thought for a moment and then said: "Actually, regarding your sect master's problem, I have refined the elixir, but..."
"What! You really didn't lie to me, are you sure?"
"Of course. Do you think a person would take his own life as a joke?"
"That's right, what could you just say?"
Qin Hao looked around for a while and then said: "However, the medicinal materials here cannot meet my conditions for making alchemy. There are still some shortcomings. You understand what I mean."
"Then what do you want to do?"
"Since your sect has an imperial dining hall, you should always add some medicinal herbs when cooking in the imperial dining hall. Maybe there will be what I want."
Deacon Hua looked like he suddenly understood, "Oh, you just want to see the cook, right? You're still lying to me about the lack of medicinal materials. I think you stinky men are really big-hearted."
Qin Hao immediately spread his hands, "Since you want to say that, there is nothing I can do. But if your sect master asks why I didn't refine the elixir, I will say that I was sure to refine it, but Deacon Hua didn't give it.
My medicinal materials.”
"Who won't give you medicinal materials? Aren't they all here...Okay, I'll take you to the Yushan Pavilion."
"Okay."
Qin Hao was about to leave, but was held back by Deacon Hua for a moment.
Deacon Hua gritted his teeth and said, "If you lie to me, I will cut you into pieces."
However, Qin Hao didn't pay much attention, but gave way to the first move.
On the way, Qin Hao deliberately fell behind Butler Hua.
Under Qin Hao's perception, the entire Guisha Sect headquarters was filled with ghost energy, but despite this, Qin Hao still sensed something abnormal.
That is the blood energy hidden under the ghost energy!