Using a Wok to Reorganize Life and Fly to Immortality

    Outside the meditation house, it was sparsely populated.

    Disciples have to stay for three to five days whenever they enter, so they are far less frequent than Wanjian Mountain.

    But at this moment, in broad daylight, no, at noon, the sun is shining brightly, and all the brothers and sisters at Qiongfeng can't help but feel cold.

    The old man in a robe standing in front of their second senior sister, the peak of Yuan Ying, Zhang Daoren.

    Flying swords can't get out, and the fierce sword qi can also tear apart the sky, making Jindan disciples dare not look directly.

    However, their second senior sister is slender and cultivated, but at this moment, her shoulders are flat and her back is straight, her eyes are not biased, and she boldly looks directly at the old man in front of her.

    “What is your peak contribution point?”

    Zhang Daoren couldn't hide his complicated expression.

    Looking at Su Yu, he couldn't help feeling that this girl was very daring.

    He hadn't seen a few qi-refining disciples like this.

    But not only did he not feel annoyed, but he also appreciated it.

    His kendo lies in potential and invincibility!

    This girl's spirit is very suitable for his temperament.

    Zhang Daoren immediately laughed again, "Sister Su, don't get me wrong. I'm not questioning you, I just want to figure out how to exchange your pills. I Will I be able to get Contribution Points to Qiong Peak?"

    The younger brothers and sisters standing behind Su Yu suddenly looked strange.

    How to get it?

    Even Yan Yan, who had always been expressionless, couldn't help but look up at Zhang Daoren.

    Before the big competition, they entered the ring for the peak and met the challenge.

    One fight, one hundred contribution points. Excellent performance, and then additional awards.

    This… Elder, do you want it?

    "So?" Zhang Daoren nodded, "It's not too difficult, I have a few disciples under my seat, and I can fight."

    Everyone:

    Happiness came so quickly.

    "No."

    But a veto, such as the cold water on the head, extinguished their eagerness.

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    Su Yu put his hands behind his back, his eyes swept across the faces of the younger brothers and sisters who were delighted to hear the foreign aid, especially Yu Dong, who was the most eager to try. stop.

    Promise!

    "How long will you be blessed by the elders? This year's big competition, next year's competition?"

    The younger siblings who were swept by her eyes were shocked.

    The smile on Yu Dong's mouth froze.

    Wei Zhao, who was in the wheelchair, was even more ashamed, and immediately folded his fists and lowered his head, "Second Senior Sister taught me that I will be confused."

    Before the elders of Yuan Ying peak, they were flying high.

    Forgot the root of the martial arts competition, which lies in the discipline of the disciples.

    Zhang Daoren was always watching with a smile in his eyes, but when he heard this, he was already solemn.

    Looking at Su Yu again, his expression changed from being eager for Dan to serious.

    "Okay, a good one teaches people how to fish. If my Nanxun disciples have such a disposition, why should they be afraid of difficulties ahead?"

    Zhang Daoren praised his beard, but two or three white beards fell off in an instant, causing the corners of his aching mouth to twitch.

    Immediately he looked at the disciples at Qiongfeng, and finally his eyes solemnly fell on Su Yu.

& nbsp; When you're not on duty, how about you go to Qiongfeng to answer your questions?"

    Su Yu pondered, then smiled and nodded.

    A well-equipped kitchen, specialized in art, not just a master chef.

    White and red dishes have their own fields, each of the eight major cuisines has talents, find a master and then bring apprentices. Dishes improved.

    She finally has a healthy staffing prototype.

    Master Su was satisfied, "Zhi Qiongfeng welcomes the elders to come to guide, when can the elders start?"

    Her kitchen has always been about efficiency.

    Zhang Daoren put down his beard, and wished he could experience the beauty of Sishengan pills again.

    After all, his life is constantly draining.

    Swallow one, and now it is less than four years.

    Zhang Daoren is refreshing, "Why don't you go now?"

    Su Yu's eyes suddenly rolled up, "Please."

    She beckoned and let Hang Waner lead the way.

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    After Master Mu Daoren disappeared, they lost their Yuan Ying.

    Other peaks can get Yuan Ying's guidance, but they don't.

    Now...and again!

    Opening a small stove is completely different from taking a big class at other peaks.

    You can still crawl before the next round of third-place qualifying.

    Everyone was excited.

    Who would have thought that within a few words, a Nascent Soul Peak would be theirs?

    Falling on Zhi Qiong Peak, Su Yu would not care about trivial matters.

    Wei Zhao immediately arranged for Yu Dong to clean up a small courtyard for Zhang Daoren to answer questions.

    Zhang Daoren guards the Wenxin Sword Formation, and only one day per ten days can leave Wanjian Mountain.

    But even so, it was enough for their group of disciples to rejoice.

    Yan Yan ranked sixth, although now he has some understanding of Kenshin, but his swordsmanship is special, and he can't usually give instructions to his juniors.

    At this moment, when the elders of Wanjian Mountain came, Xiao Shiliu Zhao Ran was the most daring, and took the lead with questions.

    Other sword cultivators had his courage and followed suit.

    At this moment, the inquiring team actually lined up at the entrance of the small courtyard.

    Su Yu glanced at it from a distance, and was very pleased, "Yes. The elder is very active and has done his work."

    Hang Waner:

    Wei Zhao:

    The corner of Yu Dong's mouth twitched.

    But Su Yu put his hands behind his back, You Qi glanced at Yu Dong, "Some monks need to work harder. Fifth Junior Brother—"

    Yu Dong:

    In the novel, Zhu Ying's Xiuxian family was hunted down by the enemy Jianxiu.

    Zhu Ying's parents were invincible at the peak of Yuan Ying, Zhu Ying knew that she could not escape death, so she reluctantly broke off the Taoist relationship with Yu Dong. After all, he is weaker than her cultivation level, not to mention protecting the family for her, he may not even be able to escape.

    Zhu Ying didn't let her senior brother and master tell Yu Dong the truth until she died.

    Yu Dong always thought that he was betrayed by her, lost his mind and lost his mind, and finally in the battle between demons, occasionally heard the truth, collapsed in an instant, and blew his dantian and the demon together.

    Hey, so it's not good to eat soft rice.

    If he could have stood up earlier, this tragedy would not have been avoided.

    She needs to discipline him more.

    Su Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Yu Dong, "Come and help me."

    "Second Senior Sister," Hang Wan'er's eyes lit up, "Are you going to refine the Yannian Pill for Elder Zhang?"

    Su Yu shook his head, "No hurry. Elder Zhang is so diligent, I can't neglect it."

    "?"

    "In order to show my sincerity, after two dim sums in the door, I will invite him to officially sit at the table, so that it will appear formal."

    According to the Su's rules handed down by her grandfather, when a distinguished guest comes, you will first be served with a set meal, two courses of dim sum, and three cups of tea before you can invite The distinguished guests are seated, and the table is officially opened.

    Yuanying is at its peak, with a good and positive work attitude, and does not talk about future salary and benefits.

    These old masters, with both political integrity and talent, are rare consultant talents for her kitchen, and they should be respected more.

    Two kinds of dim sum, usually salty and sweet.

    Because the time is tight, Su Yu didn't plan to make it very complicated, and decided to simplify it.

    From the meditation house, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed.

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    But Master Su thinks it is impossible.

    Food follows the solar terms and customs, and there are thousands of changes.

    Only talking about delicious food, not about customs and traditions, it is a hooligan.

    Today, she plans to make a fresh meat moon cake with hydrangea green plum, which is considered to make up for this Mid-Autumn Festival.

& nbsp; Just to be able to solve a little greasy, complement each other.

    Master Su entered the small kitchen immediately.

    Su-style mooncakes focus on a crisp character.

    The puff pastry layers are layered, but the texture is rich but not thick. Each layer of puff pastry is as thin as paper.

    She glanced at Yu Dong, "Look, I'll only demonstrate it once. I'll give you the kneading in the future."

    Yu Dong:

    To Qiongfeng Courtyard.

    Zhang Daoren sitting in the main room gave instructions to the last disciple and finally stood up.

    "Thank you elder for your guidance." Hang Wan'er endured the boredom in her chest and said respectfully.

    She came in.

    "I know I'm not a sword cultivator, but the first round of competition made me understand how weak I am. Unlike the Fourth Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Brother Qin Jue, Swordsmanship is superb, I rely too much on magic weapons, and when I encounter a strong enemy, there is nothing I can do."

    There is no Second Senior Sister this time, and there is no Five Immortal Rope, she is nothing.

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    "I want to become stronger, elder, I want to be as strong as the sixth senior brother," Hang Waner mentioned Jianxiu, and the thought came to her mind that made her nightmare for more than ten years The sword-wielding black-clothed figure gushed out with disgust and her face was pale, but she clenched her teeth tightly.

    "Please teach me elders!"

    Hang Wan'er didn't dare to look up, holding the hairpin in both hands, trembling faintly.

    Faced with a powerful swordsman, she not only felt coercion, but also a childhood nightmare.

    Zhang Daoren heard the words, but he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "The old man has said that your spiritual practice is not in line with my kendo. I teach you, I am afraid you can only use it. One hundred and two."

    Hang Wan'er bit her lip, "it's okay, I'll double my practice, one hundred or two, I'll work ten thousand times harder."

    Zhang Daoren let out a long sigh, "It's a pity that you don't enter kendo with your backbone. Well, there's not more of you."

    Hang Wan'er's eyes lit up and she was overjoyed, "Thank you, elder, I will go to practice now."

    "Cough, wait, what about your second senior sister? Is she free now, the old man wants to see her." Zhang Daoren wanted to ask Sishenganwan, when Can be refined again.

    "Second Senior Sister—"

    But before she finished speaking, she saw Zhang Daoren frown and wave his hand, "Forget it, you don't need to look for her. You go and tell Yan Yan, the disciple is answering questions today, the old man has already Completed."

    Alchemists are all temperamental.

    Besides, Junior Su and nephew only refined Qi, how could it be possible to refine the elixir that prolongs life after ten days?

    He was in a hurry.

    Zhang Daoren told himself to be patient.

    If the other party has the remaining pills, most likely they will give it to him. If you don't give it, you don't want to give it, or you don't.

     "Okay, but elder, don't go back to Wanjian Mountain." Hang Wan'er said in awe.

    "Huh?"

    Hang Wan'er smiled and said, "Second Senior Sister is making two snacks for you to enter the door, it should be almost finished."

    Zhang Daoren was startled, "Snack?"

    He suddenly narrowed his eyes, Xiao Su is so polite, he really has a heart.

    Thinking of his apprentice, who was only willing to spend three sticks of incense every day on this old man, Zhang Daoren couldn't help but sigh.

    Originally, he thought it was a good thing for his disciples to work hard and cultivate wholeheartedly.

    But now that the deadline is approaching and he is about to die, he has the mentality of an ordinary old man, and he wants to talk to a few direct disciples. The old friend enjoyed the wine.

    However, the disciple wanted to elevate his realm to find medicine for him, and every day he was enlightened in Wanjian Valley, and it was difficult for him to meet.

    He knew they were well-intentioned, but wouldn't it be in vain if he didn't have much time?

    He just wanted to give them all he had to guide them in the last days, talk more about his past cultivation experience, and listen to their experiences abroad.

    Hey.

    Zhang Daoren sighed.

    Unexpectedly, his apprentice ignored him and came to Qiongfeng for half a day, which made him feel the mood of an ordinary family man, not only surrounded him for half a day, Talk to him, and the juniors make snacks for him.

    Zhang Daoren thought, his heart was warm, but slightly sour.

    Everyone is a Nascent Soul, and his cultivation is higher than that of Daoists, so why is his apprenticeship so poor?

    Zhang Daoren sighed in his heart. Old Man Mu disappeared, leaving these obedient disciples alone and helpless.

    It's really occupying the ditch and not shitting.

    No, give it to him!

    "Where is your second senior sister? Take this old man." Zhang Daoren immediately waved his sleeves, his expression moved, "She just came back from the meditation institute, why don't you rest? Are you still working hard? The old man has a Nascent Soul, and she is still afraid that the old man will be hungry?"

    So saying, but the corners of his mouth raised a significant arc.

    Hang Wan'er was rolled up directly at the cuffs of the robe, and asked her to show the way, "lead the way, the old man is not hungry, tell her not to do it."

    The peak of Yuan Ying can be reached within a hundred feet in an instant.

    In an instant, Zhang Daoren arrived at the door of the small kitchen.

    Just as she was about to speak, she smelled a fragrant meat smell.

    And Su Yuzheng took a silver knife, twisted the sharp tip, and picked out the core of a green plum fruit in his hand.

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    The aura of the flesh scattered, and a white mist formed faintly.

    And the golden plum fruit in her hand stretched like petals, gradually showing a group word - longevity.

    Su Yu felt that someone was coming, and after finishing the last knife in his hand, he put the plum fruit engraved with the Shouzi group pattern in his hand on the white porcelain tray.

    "Why doesn't Elder Zhang rest in the courtyard?"

    She rinsed her hands with spiritual water.

    When I stood up, I bowed my head and admired the plum carving I just finished.

    Shou character round pattern, round without breakage, and plump shape, complement each other. Each knife engraved with clear concave and convex, uniform depth, without any shriveled discoloration.

    This is art.

    Su Yu held up the plate with satisfaction, and Zhang Daoren's eyes also swayed.

    This plum fruit is golden and refreshing, and it is cute in an instant, and the longevity pattern is even more aura.

    Fresh and fruity fragrance, leisurely, let the delicious meat oozing out of the small kitchen gain three points.

    It is as if one climbed a great mountain and resisted this worldly greed, but reached the next mountain again.

    No matter how you go, you can't get out of this fragrant little world.

    Zhang Daoren's five hundred years of Taoism couldn't help shaking.

    In the last days, he didn't intend to obey too many monk rules, just relax.

    What about breaking inedia?

    His throat moved slightly.

    Seeing that he didn't speak, Su Yu frowned and asked, "The elder is looking for me, is there anything urgent?"

    "Second Senior Sister, Elder Zhang said, I want to stop you from making snacks for him."

    Hang Waner respectfully replied for the elder.

    "He doesn't need you to work hard, don't let you do it."

    Zhang Daoren:

    Su Yu raised his eyebrows, "Thank you elder for your compassion."

    Zhang Daoren's old face twitched.

    No, he doesn't want to be sympathetic now.

    He stretched out his hand, so fast that there was a sound of sword energy breaking through the air.

    I hurriedly stopped Su Yu, who was about to turn back to the small kitchen, and followed the plate of golden plums with the shape of longevity.

    Hang Wan'er was taken aback.

    "Is this the snack Xiao Su prepared for me?"

    Zhang Daoren concealed his embarrassment and coughed, "I'm... thirsty, so I need some pulp."

    They treat the elders, but the tea keeps coming.

    Hang Wan'er couldn't help but cover her lips and chuckle.

    But in an instant, Zhang Daoren stretched out his hand and picked up the plum fruit with the word "longevity" in the fruit bowl, and right at the entrance of the fortress, a golden halo swayed.

    Shou character group pattern, faintly from the surface of the plum fruit, floating out.

    In the blink of an eye, they communicated with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

    Soon floated into the air, and a golden halo fell on him.

    Zhang Daoren was shocked.

    Every corner of his robe was shrouded in the brilliance of the golden pattern of the longevity character.

    The pale hair and beard were dyed a little gold.

    He subconsciously reached out to stroke his beard, but stopped.

    Hang Wan'er was shocked by the vision in front of her, "Sister, what kind of pill is this?"

    "This is not Dan."

    Zhang Daoren quickly woke up from the epicenter of the drama and said solemnly.

    "This is an array!"

    Hang Wan'er stared.

    Su Yu stopped.