God Emperor of Sword Domain

Chapter 8
"make a deal!"

The old man slapped the ground with a slap, halfway through the slap, suddenly there was a beautifully carved phoenix wood coffee table on the ground, and the palm just slapped on the coffee table, making a crisp sound of "snap".

Immediately afterwards, he took out another plate and put it on the coffee table, and put the jug aside.

Finally, he tapped the plate with his fingers and urged: "Come, come, put the skewers here, and put the jug here. You drink, I eat meat."

The skewers baked at random are exchanged for the hard-to-find Yuquan Immortal Brew, no matter what it is, it is a big profit.

Ye Xuan immediately put the skewers on the plate, and then took a big gulp of Yuquanxianjiu.

The old man also immediately grabbed the skewers and ate them voraciously. His eating was quite rough, not at all like an alchemist who could refine qi condensing pills.

The two of them ate and stuffed themselves.

The old man specializes in grilled skewers, and his mouth is full of oil.

Ye Xuan poured Yuquan Immortal Noodles vigorously, filling his stomach with aura.

"Slow down! Slow down! Leave me a bite."

The old man snatched Yuquan Immortal Brew and took a sip, put it back on the coffee table after filling, and then Ye Xuan picked it up and poured it vigorously.

In less than half a cup of tea, Ye Xuan filled himself with water, threw the jug aside, lay down on the big bluestone and burped for a long time.

Uh……

After finishing the skewers, the old man picked up the jug and poured it into his mouth, but didn't pour out a drop, so he could only smack his lips and said, "You kid is such a waste of money! You just ruined such a good wine like this." gone."

For the elderly, Yuquan Xianniang is fine wine, which needs to be tasted slowly.

But for Ye Xuan, Yuquan Immortal Brew is aura, which is more pure than elixir, and it can't be better for cultivation.

Ye Xuan hiccupped twice, shook his head to wake himself up, and immediately sat down cross-legged, running his martial soul to absorb the aura in his belly for cultivation.

After eating the skewers, the old man was a little unsatisfied. He sat down next to Ye Xuan and chatted: "Little brother, what is this delicacy called? Why has the old man never seen it before?"

This is not a Kyushu mainland dish at all, if you have seen it, you will be haunted.

Ye Xuan thought about this in his heart, but he started to talk nonsense: "This delicacy is my original creation. It's called 'this skewer should only exist in the sky, so how many times can it be rolled in the world', referred to as roll skewer."

"Good name! The taste is also the only one I have seen in my life. I think I have eaten delicious food all over the world, but I have to taste it today. It is really a great pity in life."

The old man gave a thumbs up in admiration, and finally discussed with a smile: "The quantity is still too small, why don't you roast some more?"

Are you an idiot?
Almost all ten catties of meat were eaten by you alone.

Ye Xuan slandered, and said angrily: "Didn't you see that I am cultivating? You keep nagging me and distracting me. If I go crazy, will you be responsible?"

"Responsible! If you go crazy, no matter if you are disabled or useless, I will take care of the doctor." The old man said disapprovingly.

"Old man, why are you cursing me?" Ye Xuan rolled his eyes, but he kept his eyes closed to practice, and it was useless.

"Don't curse, don't curse..."

The old man wanted to continue saying that just at this time, the black and round medicine-seeking mouse came back, dragging a piece of blood Poria cocos.

The drug-hunting mouse dragged Xue Fuling to the old man, and stretched out its two small front paws to claim credit.

The old man took out a black bean and fed it, then grabbed the fur on the back of its neck, lifted it up, and stuffed it back into the spirit beast bag.

After taking back the drug-hunting rat, the old man picked up the blood tuckahoe and said to Ye Xuan: "Little brother, you see that the blood tuckahoe has been dug up. I'll make alchemy for you, and you come to barbecue, how about it?"

Delicious food is delicious when there is not enough to eat, and it becomes boring when you get tired of it.

Ye Xuan thought for a while, and immediately came up with an idea: "What's the point of just eating skewers? Why don't you eat something else."

"Is there anything else? Hurry up, bake it, bake it!" The old man laughed like a child when he heard that there were other delicious things.

"Then it's settled, I'll make food, you make alchemy, don't fool me!" Ye Xuan said.

"That's natural! The old man will show you something now."

As the old man said, he took three steps back, raised his right hand and waved outwards, and shouted: "Come out! Turtle Spirit Flame Furnace!"

As soon as the drinking sound fell, a huge medicine refining furnace with a height of one foot and a width of three feet suddenly appeared and fell to the ground with a "bang" sound.

The whole refining furnace is made of bronze, with an antique flavor. The image is a dragon tortoise carrying a square alchemy furnace. The image of the dragon tortoise is very vivid, with four feet on the ground, giving people a sense of stability.

When Ye Xuan saw this refining furnace, he couldn't help but stare wide-eyed.

Not to mention anything else, this refining furnace alone is extraordinary, even the most famous alchemist in Floating Cloud City would not be able to use such a miraculous refining furnace.

The old man squeezed a finger and put it near his mouth and blew it, and a flame ignited from his fingertips.

The old man poured flames into the medicine refining furnace, lit the fire, then grabbed the blood poria cocos and threw it into the medicine refining furnace, actually refining the medicine in this deep mountain and great swamp.

Immediately afterwards, the old man stretched out his hand towards Ye Xuan and said, "Shui Yuelan, bring it!"

Seeing the old man's skillful refining movements, Ye Xuan had nothing to doubt, took out Shui Yuelan and handed it over.

The old man grabbed Shui Yuelan from the air, and held Shui Yuelan in his hand, and waited for a while before throwing it into the refining furnace.

Afterwards, he successively put more than a dozen auxiliary medicines into the refining furnace.

In the tortoise spirit furnace, the flames were burning fiercely, quickly refining the medicinal power of the spirit medicine.

Ye Xuan watched the whole process of the old man refining medicine with wide eyes, not missing a single detail.

After the old man put all the medicinal materials into the refining furnace, he continuously poured more than 100 formulas into the refining furnace before stopping to look at Ye Xuan.

"Burning the fire for another day and night, the Qi Condensation Pill will be ready. How about the delicious food?"

"Okay, I'm going to hunt for some game."

Ye Xuan said and got up and walked towards the forest.

Not long after, Ye Xuan brought back a pheasant and picked some wild mushrooms by the way.

Ye Xuan first cleaned the ingredients by the stream, washed the wild mushrooms and put them aside, and then began to clean the internal organs of the pheasants.

The old man came over to watch, frowned and asked, "Isn't it plucking?"

Ye Xuan smiled faintly, continued to work without speaking.

After removing the internal organs of the chicken, stuff wild mushrooms, salt, ginger and other seasonings into the chicken belly, then close the chicken belly, and finally wrap the pheasant into a mud ball with mud and put it in the fire to roast.

The old man frowned, and asked solemnly: "If the hair is not plucked, but it is covered in mud and dirty, can it still be eaten?"

"You'll find out later."

Ye Xuan didn't explain much, but what is certain is that this delicacy will be so delicious that people can swallow their tongues.

Although the method of wrapping in mud is very strange, this delicacy was a famous dish in the previous world, called "beggar's chicken".

The legend is that a beggar came up with a cooking method by accident because he had no cooking utensils.

The pheasant was roasted in the fire for half an hour, Ye Xuan saw that the fire was almost ready, so he pulled the hard-burned mud ball out of the fire.

The old man came up and stared at the mud ball.

Ye Xuan knocked the mud ball open with a stick, and immediately a strong fragrance wafted out.

The old man took a deep breath of the fragrance, and said in surprise: "Huh...it smells so good! And the chicken feathers are so clean?"

As the old man saw, after the mud ball was knocked open, there was not a single chicken feather on the chicken inside.

This is because the chicken feathers are wrapped in the mud, and now the mud is burnt hard, and all the chicken feathers will be pulled out as soon as they are peeled off.

Ye Xuan took the beggar chicken out of the mud shell and put it on the plate of the tea table.

"Not bad! Not bad!" The old man smelled the fragrance, and the glutton in his stomach could not bear it anymore, rubbing his hands and wanting to eat.

"Don't worry!" Ye Xuan stopped him, and cut open the belly of the beggar chicken with a dagger.

When the chicken belly is neutral, there is a more intense aroma. The aroma of the chicken is mixed with the aroma of wild mushrooms, which is so rich that it makes the mouth water.

The old man was already greedy when he smelled the smell of chicken, but now he smelled the smell of wild shiitake mushrooms, his eyes widened, and he patted the coffee table and exclaimed excitedly: "How can it be so fragrant!"

"Try it." Ye Xuan said with a smile.

The old man couldn't hold it anymore, and immediately picked up a piece of shiitake mushroom and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he opened his eyes and showed an exaggerated expression, as if he had eaten the most delicious food in the world.

"It's terrible! It's terrible!" The old man could no longer maintain his demeanor, grabbed the beggar chicken and started to eat it.

Ye Xuan also quickly tore off half of the beggar's chicken and began to feast on it.

After a while, a beggar chicken was eaten.

After eating, the old man still felt that he hadn't eaten enough, so he licked all ten fingers.

"It's incredible! I've lived my whole life, but I haven't tasted such delicious food. It's a waste of life!" The old man was full of praise, and asked with a kind smile, "Little brother, which restaurant do you work as a chef? You have to live there for three years."

Ye Xuan rolled his eyes and replied, "I'm not a cook."

"What? You're not a cook! You're just reckless, you can cook such delicious and rare delicacies, and you don't want to be a chef, wasting such a good talent, aren't you ashamed?" The old man angrily taught a lesson.

Ye Xuan was trained with black lines all over his head, but he was powerless to refute.

(End of this chapter)