"My God, this is simply delicious!"
"I've never eaten such delicious fried rice, give me another bowl... no, two bowls!"
"Dudu's craftsmanship and the second senior brother are one in the sky and the other in the ground!"
In the cafeteria of the school, all the disciples ate fried rice voraciously while praising it, not even willing to waste a single grain of rice.
Such delicious fried rice, they can no longer describe it in words.
Even Lu Qianqian, who had a cold personality, sat alone at the table in the corner and ate slowly.
Not to mention Li Qingyang.
After eating fried rice, I can only use 'garbage' to describe my previous cooking skills.
Xiao Zuiji savored every grain of rice carefully, the expression on his face changed again and again, and secretly exclaimed: "The delicacy of the world!"
Jun Changxiao ate two bowls, still unsatisfied, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and hiccuped while leaning on the chair.
Liu Wanshi on the opposite side put her hands on her chin, smiled and said with blinking eyes: "Master, how is my cooking skill?"
Jun Chang smiled and praised: "It's much better than the chef of Xingyue Tower!"
He is really glad now that the other party is crying and pestering to come to Iron-Bone Pie, otherwise where would he find such an awesome chef.
Liu Wanshi curled her lips with a smile and said, "Xingyue Tower is just an ordinary cook, but I am an advanced cook. When I reach a higher level, the food I cook can provide everyone with strength."
"So powerful?" Jun Chang laughed dumbfounded.
Lu Qianqian looked sideways, then continued to eat fried rice with her head down slightly.
Liu Wanshi giggled and said, "Master, can I stay in the Iron-Bone Sect now?"
"Can."
Jun Changxiao didn't think about it at all.
Liu Wanshi's fried rice made all the disciples feel comfortable eating, and they returned to their residences, still not forgetting to discuss in a low voice.
…
The night comes, and the moon hangs high.
Lu Qianqian sat on the roof of the main hall, with her hands on her knees and her chin resting on her arms, looking at the mountain scenery outside the sect.
"It's so late, I still don't go to bed, how do I do the task tomorrow?" Jun Changxiao jumped up from below.
Lu Qianqian ignored him, her pair of water-cut eyes kept looking at the distant scenery, the cold wind blew, and the soft blue hair fluttered.
Jun Changxiao sat down, kept 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 about it."
Lu Qianqian said, "I'm fine."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Sitting on the roof in the middle of the night, just to watch the stars and the moon?"
"Yes."
"... so elegant."
Lu Qianqian said: "Master, Liu Wanshi is not easy."
"Why not simple?" Jun Chang smiled.
Lu Qianqian said lightly: "As far as I know, only Ouyang's family in Tianyu Wangcheng can make meals that can improve their strength."
Heavenly Mandate King City
Jun Changxiao has never heard of it, but judging from the word Wangcheng, it must be a very special place.
"Dudu's surname is not Ouyang."
"The name can be changed, and the surname can also be hidden."
"Like you?"
Lu Qianqian was silent and jumped down.
Looking at the graceful figure walking towards the room, Jun Chang smiled and shouted: "Lu Qianqian, remember, you will always be the big disciple of the Iron-Bone Sect."
Lu Qianqian stopped and said, "I know."
Jun Changxiao said solemnly: "If there is any enemy, if there is any grudge, I will make the decision for you when the sect becomes stronger. Don't be reckless, and don't do stupid things."
A strange look flashed in Lu Qianqian's starry eyes, then she pushed open the door, went in, and closed the door.
Jun Changxiao yawned, jumped off the room and returned to the main hall.
Lu Qianqian stuck to the door of the room, and said calmly: "It seems that I know a lot."
…
the next day.
Just after dawn, Liu Wanshi put on an apron and began to get busy in the kitchen. Soon, the smell of vegetables wafted across the yard, and the disciple who just got up smelled it and immediately whetted his appetite.
"Well... it's delicious!"
"I feel like I won't be tired all day after eating these meals!"
"Give me a bowl of soup!"
In the sect cafeteria, the disciples gobbled it up, fully approving Liu Wanshi's culinary skills.
After eating, all the disciples felt full of strength, and went to the martial arts arena one after another, and started a new day of cultivation.
"Qianqian, Qingyang, you guys continue to do the task."
Jun Changxiao bit his toothpick and walked out of the cafeteria.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a red-lacquered door flew out from the side with a 'shoot', and shattered on the ground in the distance.
my door...
The toothpick in Jun Changxiao's mouth dropped, and he turned his head stiffly to look at the gate.
"tread."
Yesterday, the warrior holding the sword stepped in, and shouted in a deep voice: "The wandering swordsman, Ma Yongning, is here to learn the master's tricks of the Iron-Bone Sect!"
…
In the martial arts arena.
Jun Changxiao held the green dragon naginata, his eyes bursting with anger.
After eating and drinking enough, he walked out with a toothpick in his mouth, but the door was kicked out by someone, and everyone would be angry.
The swordsman named Ma Yongning looked at him, slowly pulled out his sword, threw the scabbard to the sidelines and said, "I confirmed my eyes, you are the one I want to fight."
"Confirm your uncle!"
Jun Changxiao stepped forward, pouring more than two thousand catties of strength into the Qinglong Naginata and slashing it away.
Without the blessing of the galloping talisman, although his knife looked cold and stern, it was far from the elegance and chic when he killed the elder of the Lingquan sect.
"Ding!"
Ma Yongning raised his knife to block it, and said in surprise: "You haven't stepped into the martial arts yet?"
"brush!"
Jun Chang laughed and drew his knife, and slashed down with the same move again.
But Ma Yongning followed up and said: "Ma has challenged more than 30 sects one after another, and I have never seen such a weak sect leader like you!"
"So much nonsense!"
Jun Changxiao swung his saber one after another, slashing wide open and close.
However, the other party is a genuine martial artist, so he can easily catch and dodge him.
Ma Yongning defended several moves one after another, then retreated to the edge of the martial arts arena and said, "Boy, you are too weak, so Ma always makes moves."
"Yeah?"
Jun Changxiao threw out the green dragon naginata, sacrificed the primary Hanfeng sword, and said, "Do you dare to take my sword?"
Ma Yongning glanced at the slightly cold sword, and judged that the sword was extraordinary, but said indifferently: "Do you think the gap between us can be made up with high-quality weapons?"
Take a step forward and put on a receiving pose.
"Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!"
Jun Changxiao wields his sword, and performs one, two, and three moves of the Nine Overlapping Waves Sword... until after the eighth move, he soars into the air, and cuts out the ninth move amidst the waves!
Having opened up the eleven meridians and practiced the Yi Jin Jing, he once again used his sword move, which was far more powerful than before!
"call out-"
The sword energy gathers nine overlapping waves, and Pi Lian Wushuang cuts down.
Ma Yongning sneered, holding the handle of the saber with both hands, and placed it across his shoulders, pouring spiritual power into the blade, obviously trying to harden the ninth form of the Nine Layered Wave Sword!
"Ding!"
The sword energy directly hit the blade from top to bottom, and the cold and sharp sword force spread, blowing away the dust on the floor in an instant.
"Crack!"
In the next second, there was the sound of the weapon breaking, and the knife filled with spiritual power was cut off by the sword energy, and it was cut close to the side of Ma Yongning's shoulder without losing its power.
"Boom!"
Nine overlapping waves of sword energy bombarded the ground, leaving a half-meter-long sword mark, and the broken knife was also inserted on the stone slab.
Ma Yongning's expression was dull, and after a while, he plopped on the ground, pulled out half of the knife with trembling hands, raised his head and shouted heart-piercingly: "My knife—"