"I have never had such delicious fried rice. Give me another bowl... no, two bowls!"
“Dudu’s craftsmanship and that of my second senior brother are like heaven and earth!”
In the sect cafeteria, the disciples were devouring the fried rice and praising it fiercely, not even willing to waste a grain of rice.
Such delicious fried rice, they can no longer describe it in words.
Even Lu Qianqian, who has a cold personality, sat alone at the table in the corner and ate slowly and carefully.
Not to mention Li Qingyang.
After eating the fried rice, I can only describe my previous cooking skills as 'junk'.
Xiao Sinji savored every grain of rice carefully, the expression on his face changed again and again, and he secretly exclaimed: "The delicacy of the world!"
Jun Changxiao ate two bowls, put down his bowls and chopsticks still unfinished, leaned on the chair and burped.
Opposite her, Liu Wanshi held her chin in her hands, blinked her eyes and smiled, "Master, how are my cooking skills?"
Jun Chang smiled and praised: "So much better than the chef of Xingyue Tower!"
He was really lucky now that the other party was crying and asking for Iron Bone Zhengzheng Pie, otherwise where would he find such an awesome chef?
Liu Wanshi smiled and curled her lips and said: "Xingyuelou is just an ordinary cook, but I am a high-level cook. When I understand a higher level, the meals I cook can also provide strength to everyone."
"So powerful?" Jun Changxiao was dumbfounded.
Lu Qianqian looked sideways, then continued to eat fried rice with her head down for a while.
Liu Wanshi giggled and said: "Master, can I stay in the Iron Bone clan now?"
"Can."
Jun Changxiao didn't think about it at all.
Liu Wanshi's fried rice made all the disciples feel good after eating, and they returned to their residences without forgetting to talk in low voices.
…
The dark night is coming and the bright moon is hanging high.
Lu Qianqian was sitting on the roof of the main hall, with her hands on her knees and her chin on her arms, looking at the mountain scenery outside the sect.
"It's so late, why don't you go to bed, how can you do the task tomorrow?" Jun Changxiao jumped up from below.
Lu Qianqian ignored him and kept looking at the scenery in the distance with a pair of water-cut eyes. The cold wind blew, and the soft blue hair was fluttering.
Jun Changxiao sat down, keeping a distance from her and said, "I feel that if you have something on your mind, it will make you feel better if you find someone to talk to."
Lu Qianqian said: "I have nothing to worry about."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "Sitting on the roof in the middle of the night just to look at the stars and the moon?"
"Yes."
"...so elegant."
Lu Qianqian said: "Master, Liu Wanshi is not simple."
"Why isn't it simple?" Jun Chang said with a smile.
Lu Qianqian said calmly: "As far as I know, only the Ouyang family in Tianyu City can prepare meals that can improve strength."
Tianyu King City?
Jun Changxiao had never heard of it, but he could tell from the words "Wangcheng" that it must be an extraordinary place.
"Dudu's surname is not Ouyang."
"The name can be changed and the surname can be hidden."
"Like you?"
Lu Qianqian was silent and jumped down.
Looking at the graceful figure walking towards the room, Jun Changxiao shouted: "Lu Qianqian, remember, you will always be the great disciple of the Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect."
Lu Qianqian stopped and said, "I know."
Jun Changxiao said with a solemn expression: "If you have any enemies or grudges, I will make the decision for you when the sect becomes stronger. Don't be reckless or do anything stupid."
Lu Qianqian's starry eyes flashed with something strange, then he pushed open the door, went in, and closed the door.
Jun Changxiao yawned, jumped down from the room and returned to the main hall.
Lu Qianqian stood in front of the room door and said calmly: "It seems like she knows a lot."
…
The next day.
It was just dawn, and Liu Wanshi put on an apron and started busy in the kitchen. Soon, the aroma of vegetables filled the entire courtyard, and the disciples who had just woken up immediately felt their appetites after smelling it.
"Mmm...it's delicious!"
“I feel like after eating these meals, I won’t feel tired all day long!”
"Give me a bowl of soup!"
In the sect cafeteria, the disciples devoured the food and fully recognized Liu Wanshi's cooking skills.
After eating, all the disciples felt full of strength and walked to the martial arts field one after another to start a new day of practice.
"Qianqian, Qingyang, you continue to do the task."
Jun Changxiao bit his toothpick and walked out of the cafeteria.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, there was an explosion, and a red-painted door flew out from beside him and shattered on the ground in the distance.
my door...
Jun Changxiao dropped the toothpick in his mouth and turned his head stiffly to look at the door.
"tread."
Yesterday, the sword-wielding warrior stepped in and shouted in a deep voice: "The wandering swordsman, Ma Yongning, is here to learn the clever tricks of the leader of the Iron Bone Sect!"
…
In the martial arts arena.
You hold the Azure Dragon Naginata with a smile, and your eyes burst out with anger.
After eating and drinking enough, I walked out happily with my toothpick in my teeth. As a result, the door was kicked out and everyone was angry.
The swordsman named Ma Yongning made eye contact with him, slowly pulled out the sword, threw the scabbard away from the field and said: "I confirmed the look, you are the one I want to fight."
"Confirm your uncle!"
Jun Changxiao stepped forward, poured more than 2,000 kilograms of power into the Qinglong Naginata and chopped it off suddenly.
Without the blessing of the Galloping Talisman, although his sword looked cold and severe, it was far from the graceful and unrestrained style when he killed the elder of Lingquan Sect.
"bite!"
Ma Yongning raised his sword to block it and said in surprise: "You haven't become a martial artist yet?"
"brush!"
Jun Changxiao drew his knife and struck again with the same move.
But Ma Yongning still took over and said: "Ma has challenged more than thirty sects one after another, and I have never seen a leader as weak as you!"
"So much nonsense!"
Jun Changxiao swung his sword one after another, slashing at him with wide open and wide strokes.
However, the opponent is a genuine warrior and can easily catch and avoid it.
Ma Yongning defended several moves in succession, then retreated to the edge of the martial arts arena and said: "Boy, you are too weak, Ma will not hesitate to strike."
"Yeah?"
Jun Changxiao threw out the Azure Dragon Naginata and offered the first-grade Hanfeng Sword, saying, "Do you dare to take my sword?"
Ma Yongning glanced at the slightly cold sword and judged that the sword was extraordinary, but said lightly: "Do you think the gap between us can be made up with high-quality weapons?"
Take a step forward and assume a stance to receive the move.
"Brush! Brush! Brush!"
Jun Changxiao swung his sword, performing one, two, and three postures of the Nine Overlapping Wave Sword... until after the eighth posture, he rose into the air and executed the ninth posture amidst the overlapping waves!
After opening up the eleven meridians and practicing the Yi Jin Jing, he used his sword to attack again, and it was far more powerful than before!
"call out--"
The sword energy gathered into nine overlapping waves, and Pi Lian Wushuang slashed down.
Ma Yongning sneered, holding the handle of the sword with both hands and placing it across his shoulders, pouring spiritual power into the blade, obviously trying to force the ninth form of the Nine Overlapping Wave Sword!
"bite!"
The sword energy directly hit the blade surface from top to bottom, and the cold force of the sword spread, blowing away the dust on the floor in an instant.
"Crack!"
The next second, the sound of the weapon shattering was heard. The sword filled with spiritual power was cut off by the sword energy, and it slashed close to the side of Ma Yongning's shoulder without losing its power.
"Bang!"
Nine overlapping waves of sword energy hit the ground, leaving a half-meter-long sword mark, and the broken sword was also inserted into the stone slab.
Ma Yongning looked dull. After a moment, he knelt on the ground, pulled out half of the knife with trembling hands, raised his head and shouted heartbreakingly: "My knife——"