Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 110 Crock Pot Divine Fist
Yan Xi was not bad luck. After half an hour after he came out, he saw a yellow sheep grazing in the mountains. Although he didn't know whether this breed from another world was suitable for roasting and rinsing, he still drew his gun and shot the yellow sheep. The sheep were killed.

He used lightness kung fu to pick up the gazelle, carried it back outside the cave, built a fire on the spot, set up a big pot, filled it with mountain spring water, and threw a piece of hot pot bottom material bought in the supermarket, big onion and ginger. Jujube etc.

The hot pot base is made of butter, with countless spices added, no matter whether it is healthy or not, with or without additives, but the taste is very fragrant.

Yan Xi cleaned a piece of bluestone nearby and used it as a cutting board. He cut up the gazelle and made a large pot of mutton. As for the bones of the mutton, he roasted them by the fire.

Almost everyone who writes online is a foodie.

It doesn't mean that you will lose interest in eating just because Pujie is still popular.

Before Yan Xi could prepare the dipping ingredients, both Yan Po and Liang Mengxia couldn't bear it anymore and were attracted by the fragrance.

Seeing Yan Xi's busyness, Yan Po couldn't help but teach him a lesson: "How can cultivators be greedy for food and drink? It's just a meal, and it's so luxurious!"

Yan Xi thought to himself: "Eating a hot pot and roasting some sheep bones is considered a luxury? Master Yan Po really has no experience." He dared to think so in his heart, but of course he didn't dare to say so, instead he said with a sneer: "If the disciple is alone , just eat some noodles. But the teacher is recovering from a serious injury, so he must have some meat."

"Usually, the meat quality is not tender enough, and the nutrition is not absorbed enough, so the disciple spent some effort, not because of greed for good taste."

"Master, you and the teacher came out, and the water just boiled, let's eat while it's hot."

Although Yan Po reprimanded Yan Xi, he still loved this "disciple" very much from the bottom of his heart. He sat down and took the small bowl of dipping sauce, held up chopsticks to pick up a chopstick of mutton, and ate it in his mouth. Mild color.

Liang Mengxia also took the small bowl of dipping ingredients, and the ingredients that Yan Xi prepared for him were different. He thought the teacher should sweat more and detoxify, so he added more spicy flavor.

Liang Mengxia dipped her chopsticks into the mutton and ate it in her mouth. After taking a few breaths, she found it very satisfying again.

This way of eating hot pot is convenient and simple. In fact, there are restaurants in Jiayinjie, but firstly, they are not available on the table, and secondly, they are not so particular. No cook can cook the bottom of the pot, and no one will think of dipping sauce. It is just clear soup. , add some salt to taste.

Wherever there is a majestic land of China, hot pot can be divided into four or five schools. The hot pot in Sichuan is different from the hot pot in Chongqing, and the hot pot in Guangzhou is different from that in Northeast China.

Seeing how happy the master and teacher were eating, Yan Xi also made a bowl of dipping sauce himself. He ate lightly, just small lemons with a little light salt soy sauce, and a little spicy millet for taste.

The three of them ate happily, and Yan Po was a serious swordsman, a man of high art and boldness, and had no scruples, but the taste spread more and more widely, and attracted a monster over.

Juyu Mountain is a stretch of mountains. Although there are Yi people, Ba people, Bu people, Daoluo people, Bajia people, Awu people, Shansu people, Menghua people, Muli people and other mountain people, there are also Gon who settled here. people, but most of them are outside the mountains, or near the places outside the mountains.

In the deep mountains and old forests, the extremely deep places are still inaccessible. Even the herbal collectors who have lived in the mountains for several generations dare not go deep into Juyu Mountain.

Dongguzhai is already one of the innermost villages in the mountains, but it is because of the Golden Gu grandma who sits in the town, and only in the depths can there be good medicine fields.

Yan Po was able to enter and exit Qingming, flying into the sky and escaping from the ground, so he naturally did not have the scruples of ordinary people, the cave where he temporarily settled down, in fact, ordinary martial arts masters could not enter, and could only enter and exit by air.

There is a demon ghost who has been cultivating for many years nearby!

This creature is naturally ferocious and bloodthirsty, and often kills wild animals in the mountains and forests for fun.

Its sense of smell is extremely keen, and it smelled a strange fragrance from a few miles away, so it rushed over without making a sound, and saw a big pot of delicious food, and three flesh and blood people.

The demon was salivating, touched it nearby, let out a loud drink, and jumped out.

Although Liang Mengxia had rebuilt her skills and was no longer able to control the flying sword, she had already noticed that there was a monster coming nearby, seeing that Yan Po ignored it, she didn't say a word.

Yan Xi really didn't notice it, he was eating happily, and when he heard the roar, he just wanted to draw his gun, but how could there be time?
Yan Po stretched out his hand a little, and he didn't use the flying sword or spells. Suddenly, countless cracks appeared on the monster's body, and it was cut into a pile of pieces by the invisible sword energy.

Yan Xi put down the small bowl of dipping sauce, walked over, felt very regretful, and thought to himself: "It's a pity, at least a few hundred different forces of time and space."

He buried the demon on the spot, and when he came back, seeing that Yan Po didn't mention it, he didn't say much, and continued to eat and drink.

Yan Xi had already replenished his drinks and handed Yan Po and Liang Mengxia a few bottles of Erguotou. Although Liang Mengxia didn't like wine, he drank it with great taste, and Yan Po had a huge amount. .

Yan Po patted his stomach, feeling half full, and then said: "My generation of sword cultivators will occasionally haunt the old forests in the mountains, and often encounter such ghosts of unknown origin."

"This thing is salty, and it doesn't have much skill, but it has a long life span of half a year, and it has lived for hundreds of years. Ordinary warriors can't handle it."

"I happen to have one magic weapon, which I snatched from a cultivator. It's not powerful enough, but it's enough to deal with such monsters. Wo Yun will be able to recover his skills in a few years. It doesn't need it, so I'll give it to you!"

Yan Po took something in the shape of an earthen jar, it was dark and ugly, handed it to Yan Xi, and taught him a formula.

This side door magic weapon, as long as it is stroked a few times and the mantra is recited, countless fists can fly out to strike the enemy.

Following Yan Po's instructions, Yan Xi caressed for a while, then recited the incantation, and dozens of fists flew out.

The power of these fists is about the same as that of ordinary people, a little bit stronger, and they don't have much lethality.But it can fly all over the sky without being dragged down, and it is extremely difficult to be hurt.

He looked dumbfounded, and thought to himself: "I saw this thing in folklore when I was a child, but I didn't expect it to be produced in Jiayin Realm."

Yan Po said: "The power of this thing is extremely poor, but even if it is a first-class demon, it can't stand being beaten by dozens of fists for half a day."

"Baby Niu, you also have martial arts. With this treasure, you can restrain demons and ghosts, and you will be invincible."

This magic weapon is really useless, even if Yan Xi meets him, the person who uses this earthen pot will endure dozens of punches and kicks, go up and kill the person who manipulates the earthen pot, and the situation will resolve itself.But to deal with ghosts with very low intelligence, this thing is indeed a sharp weapon.

After Yan Xi took the crock pot, he heard a crisp voice shouting: "Brother Yan Po, you are not a son of man for fooling your disciples with a broken crock pot."

With the sound of strong wind, seven or eight young men and women descended from the sky. Yan Xi saw that Master's face was normal, and knew that he was an acquaintance, so he hurriedly prepared some more sets of bowls and chopsticks.

(End of this chapter)