Li Qianmo had been a vegetarian in Xiaoyao Valley and had no money to buy meat at home. He couldn't bear it when he saw such a fragrant roasted lamb leg. He immediately took a big bite and felt that his mouth was full of oil and the aroma filled his mouth and nose.
All, before he could swallow his mouthful of meat, he raised his thumb and praised repeatedly: "Well, it's delicious, so fragrant!"
His mouth was stuffed with mutton and his speech was slurred, but Bai Mu could see that he was praising himself, and he felt very happy and grinned again.
The two of them devoured the leg of lamb, and then they were satisfied. Their white eyes were lively and restless, and they couldn't rest for a moment. He felt suffocated while staying in the room, so he rushed out of the room and walked all over the mountain on Tianji Peak.
He didn't come back from the mountains until the sun went down. Li Qianmo just finished practicing and came to the square in front of the pavilion to enjoy the breeze. Seeing Bai Mu coming back, he asked with a smile: "Is it fun in the mountains?"
"It's so fun." Bai Mu said as he waved his hand and pulled out a fat wild boar from the cornucopia. He laughed and said, "The wild boar here is so fat. The meat must be delicious."
Li Qianmo came over and took a closer look, and found that the wild boar had a big hole in its head, and blood was flowing all over its head. It was very hideous.
"Wait a moment, I'll cook it now. Hehe, the meat I roast is unparalleled in the world." Bai Mu Le Dian Dian took out a sharp knife and began to peel and grate. The technique was so neat that Li Qianmo was dazzled by it. In just a moment, he was done.
The skin was peeled off and the internal organs were removed.
After cooking the wild boar, Bai Mu took out a thick wooden stick from the cornucopia, sharpened the top, and skewered the wild boar on it. Then he set up a bonfire and started roasting the meat. He was extremely skillful, flipping the roasted pig over and over in a hurry.
, the purple flames licked the skin, roasting it all golden, the ointment dripped and sizzled, and the rich aroma penetrated into Li Qianmo's nose, making him swallow.
Bai Mu was roasting wild boar meat seriously, then suddenly shook his head and sighed.
Li Qianmo saw this and asked curiously: "What are you sighing for no reason?"
He grinned and said: "My barbecue skills are very good, but without good firewood, the meat cannot be grilled to the top taste."
Li Qianmo asked curiously: "What kind of firewood is good?"
"Hey, if you want to talk about good firewood, it is of course red sandalwood. The meat grilled with red sandalwood is not only tender and smooth, but also has the unique fragrance of red sandalwood. You can smell that fragrance two or three days after eating...
"As the saying goes, there are specialties in the arts, and Bai Mu is good at it. When he talks about it, he gets excited and talks endlessly.
Li Qianmo saw such an interesting "person" for the first time in his life. He listened quietly to his talk and asked a question or two from time to time. He had never heard of these novel things in his whole life.
After talking about the purpose for a long time, I felt extremely surprised and happily chatted with him endlessly.
For twenty days in a row, Bai Mu went to the mountains to catch birds and animals every day, and when he came back he would roast them with Li Qianmo. He had a big appetite and could eat all the game he brought back. He had no problem eating a wild boar alone.
, the two of them lived a happy life.
But on the twenty-first day, Bai Mu went out and never came back. The moon was already high in the sky, but he was still missing. Li Qianmo was worried that he would get into trouble, so he went to the mountains to look for him.
He flew above the mountain forest with his sword, shouting as he flew, and searched for an entire hour. He visited the entire mountain, but there was no sign of Shiraime.
Li Qianmo stood on the flying sword and stared at the vast dark night in a daze. He kept shouting in his heart: "Bai Mu, where did you die? Don't let anything happen..."
After searching for a long time to no avail, he returned in frustration and decided to search again at dawn tomorrow, which would be more convenient. When he approached Tianji Pavilion, he saw a bright light on the Tianji Pavilion from a distance. He was immediately overjoyed and accelerated the speed of the flying sword to the extreme, roaring and flying.
Come, landed on the Tianji platform, and saw Bai Mu grilling meat in front of the bonfire. There were two huge pheasants spinning on the dead branches. The skin and flesh were roasted until they were golden, and the grease was dripping. You could smell the tangy aroma from a distance.
fragrance.
"The pheasant smells so good." Li Qianmo came over with a smile and praised loudly.
"Hehe." Bai Mu turned around and grinned, "That's right, today I will let you see my true skills."
Li Qianmo walked to him and sat down next to him. He looked at the browned pheasant, swallowed his saliva, and asked, "How long until we can eat it?"
"It's coming, it's coming, don't worry, it won't taste good until it's cooked." Bai Mu stirred the rack while licking his tongue, staring straight at the two roast chickens, as if he was afraid they would fly away.
After a while, Bai Mu laughed "ha", took off the branch with the roasted chicken on it, folded it into two pieces with a "click", handed one to Li Qianmo, and said cheerfully: "Have a try now."
craftsmanship."
Li Qianmo took it in his hand and smelled it. The tangy fragrance almost made his mouth water. He could no longer resist the temptation of the fragrance and took a bite.
When the chicken entered his mouth, the juice flowed across it. It was extremely delicious, refreshing and tender, and there was also a magical fragrance. This fragrance lingered in his mouth and nose and lingered for a long time. It made him feel like he was sitting on a cloud. He watched him wolfing down the chicken.
, grinned happily and said: "How is it? Is it delicious? Is it delicious?"
Li Qianmo didn't even have the time to answer him. He held the roast chicken in both hands and kept gnawing on it, nodding his head and answering "Yeah" in his mouth, like a pig.
Bai Mu saw that he felt more comfortable like this than receiving praise, and happily started eating the roast chicken.
After a while, there was only a pile of bones left in the two roasted chickens. Li Qianmo stroked his belly and asked happily: "Bai Mu, I didn't expect your roasted chicken to be so delicious. The roasted chickens in the past can't be compared with the ones today."
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Bai Mu said with high spirits: "How can it be the same? This is baked with rosewood."
Li Qianmo was startled when he heard this: "Is there any red sandalwood in this mountain?"
Bai Mu waved his hand carelessly: "It's not from the mountains, it's from the Five Palaces. I went in and picked up a bunch of rosewood. Hehe, I must be lucky."
"Five Sound Palace?" Li Qianmo's eyebrows jumped, feeling something bad.
"Yes, it's the Wuyin Palace. The word "boss" on the forehead. Who wrote the word in the middle? It's so hard to recognize. I almost didn't recognize it. There are seven threads stretched on the red sandalwood. It's so strange." Bai Mule
Hehe said, "Also, this chicken is not an ordinary chicken. Hey, I didn't expect that your Laoshizi Valley still raises such chickens. They are simply spiritual beasts. The meat tastes different, haha...
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Li Qianmo's eyes opened wider and wider upon hearing this, with a look of horror on his face. He vaguely felt what the white eyes were roasting, and what the red sandalwood was.
He quickly stood up and looked around, and finally saw a pile of feathers not far away. He rushed over and looked through them. Some were black and some were white. It was like a clock was beating in his head, his ears were ringing, and his eyes were dazzled.
"Hey, what are you doing by flipping chicken feathers? That thing is inedible." He stared at Li Qianmo with blank eyes, a look of confusion on his face.
"Where are those seven threads?" Li Qianmo turned around and asked loudly.
Bai Mu pointed at the old locust tree: "At the root of the tree."
Li Qianmo rushed to the old locust tree and saw a few crystal silk threads sparkling under the firelight. This was no ordinary silk. These were clearly seven strings, and they were extremely precious materials like Snow Mountain Spirit Silk.
made.
He stared at the strings in his hand in a daze, his mind went blank, and Bai Mu called him several times without any response.
After a long time, he slowly turned around and said with dull eyes: "Bai Mu, what you roasted is not a chicken, but the crane from the Black and White Pavilion. What you burned is not the rosewood, but the guqin, the magic weapon of the disciples of the Wuyin Palace."