Shrouding the Sky: The Empress Against the Immortals

"You two fairies, I'm really sorry. Although Jiujiuquanxi can do it, the ingredients need to be prepared a month in advance. The two of you came here unexpectedly. This... clever woman can't cook without rice."

The owner of the restaurant is a middle-aged man in his 40s, wearing a light green robe, full of embarrassment for Jiang Zuiyun's request.

Jiujiuquanban is the most famous banquet in Zhongzhou.

There are a total of 99 kinds of dishes, and the ingredients include those that fly in the sky, those that run on the ground, and those that swim in the water.From meat to vegetarian, whether it is the most common vegetable tofu, or the world's most luxurious braised green bird's wings, velvet antler and white turtle soup, etc., everything is available.

But also because of this, it takes a long time to organize such a feast.

The monk restaurants in some giant cities and ancient cities are okay, and ingredients are prepared at any time.However, if no one makes a reservation for a restaurant like this in an ordinary town, it is impossible to prepare so many ingredients at any time.

For this reason, the owner of the restaurant was trembling, for fear that his answer would make Ling Song and the others unhappy, so he would slap his restaurant into ashes with a single slap.

"Forget it, let's serve the best food and drinks here." Jiang Zuiyun didn't make things difficult for the other party, and settled for the next best thing, and sat down with Ling Song on the second floor by the window.

The owner of the restaurant thanked him again and again as if he had received an amnesty.

After he went down, Ling Song laughed and said, "Knowing that he can't do it, he insisted on making such a request when he came up. It seems that he was so frightened that his legs were shaking."

"It's just a scare, he won't lose a piece of meat." Jiang Zuiyun poured a cup of herbal tea on his own, and took a few sips of it to his rosy lips, with a lazy appearance.

"People in the world always say that cultivating the Tao requires meditation and abstinence from greed and few desires, but I don't think so. Immortals and immortals are half human. Since they are human, they must have the seven emotions and six desires.

Daily retreat and penance, dining and drinking dew, and even the most common little fun in life have to give up, so what's the point of living? "

"But don't these things have to be cut off in the end?" Ling Song asked back, "The Immortal San cuts off the Dao. Since ancient times, so many outstanding people have been stuck here, and they can't cut off the so-called 'Tao' for a lifetime, and finally wiped out everyone."

"It's really difficult to cut off the Dao. Some people choose to cut off the seven emotions and six desires, some choose to cut off the mortal experience of the first half of their life, and some choose to cut off the previous Dao marks directly. No matter which one is, it takes great courage and opportunity. .”

"Then if you act casually like this, aren't you afraid that there will be too many distracting thoughts in the world of mortals, making it more difficult to cut the way?"

"I practice immeasurable celestial skills." Jiang Zuiyun glanced at Ling Song, and only said these six words.

Ling Song was slightly stunned, but soon came to his senses.

That's right, this sister's inheritance is extraordinary, and the practice is named after Wuliang, and the meaning of inclusiveness can be seen from the literal meaning.I'm afraid I don't care about any distracting thoughts and worries, maybe these are the nutrients for her to advance in enlightenment.

……

After a while, as the restaurant delivered the food to the table, the topic of chatting between Ling Song and Jiang Zuiyun also shifted from cultivation to food.

The two inevitably talked about the Ninety-Nine Banquet.

"Speaking of which, there is another interesting story about the Nine-Nine Banquet, do you want to hear it?" Jiang Zuiyun said.

"what?"

"600 years ago, someone made a big fuss in Zhongzhou because of the [-] banquet."

"Huh?" Ling Song was taken aback, because a table of banquets caused a disturbance in the entire Zhongzhou?
"There is a dish in the Jiujiu Banquet called Braised Green Bird's Wings. In fact, it was originally called Braised Green Luan's Wings, and the ingredients are mainly ostrich's wings.

But 600 years ago, there was a Qingluan saint from the Yaozu, and he didn't want to see his own clan being used as food on the table by us, so in those few years, whenever there was a place in Zhongzhou to hold a nine-nine banquet, he would go to smash the place.

So much so that people had to change this dish into braised green bird's wings later, which barely extinguished the wrath of that demon saint. "

Speaking of this matter, Jiang Zuiyun raised the corners of his mouth, showing a three-point smile on his face, with yearning in his expression.

A demon sage made a fuss because his own clan was used as food, one can imagine what kind of lively scene it was.

"There are so many birds and animals in the Jiujiu Banquet that have been cooked into delicacies, why only the demon saint 600 years ago dared to stand up and make a scene?" Ling Song caught a point that is easily overlooked by people.

"Because I don't have enough strength." Jiang Zuiyun said concisely.

She rolled her eyes at Ling Song, picked up a piece of fat but not greasy braised elbow with her chopsticks, and threw it into her mouth. After eating, she continued: "Zhongzhou has a vast land and rich resources, and outstanding people come forth in large numbers. If you are not a saint, you will never be able to escape the ordinary world. You are not qualified to make irresponsible remarks.”

Ling Song understood, in the final analysis, it is still up to the fist to speak.

……

After eating and drinking enough, Jiang Zuiyun threw out two gold leaves and left the restaurant with Ling Song.

Originally, she planned to continue on the road, but just as she walked out of the restaurant, Ling Song heard the sound of iron striking not far away. She was startled, and suddenly called Jiang Zuiyun: "Sister Jiang, can you wait for me?"

"Where are you going?" Jiang Zuiyun asked.

"The blacksmith shop."

Ling Song raised his finger and pointed to the direction where the sound of iron striking came from, without explaining anything, he just walked over.

When he came to the shop, the brawny shirtless man saw Ling Song, dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, with a ruddy face and exquisite facial features, his eyes couldn't help being a little surprised.

He put down the farm tools he was beating, grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat and stains from his forehead and hands, and greeted him with a smile: "This little heroine looks a bit unfamiliar, isn't she a local?
Want to do something?
Kitchen knives and spatulas, hoes and picks, swords and spears, swords and armor... all of them are competent, and you are guaranteed to be satisfied. "

"I want a mask like this." Ling Song raised his hand and pressed lightly into the void, creating a pattern outlined by divine power.

The blacksmith was shocked when he saw this scene.

Obviously, he didn't expect that the little girl in front of him, who didn't look like a cardamom, was actually a cultivator.

He quickly put away his scattered thoughts and carefully looked at the pattern.

"This mask...why does it feel weird? Smiling doesn't look like smiling, and crying doesn't look like crying. Sir, are you sure you want to wear such a mask?" the blacksmith asked.

"Well, use bronze and help me make it out." Ling Song nodded slightly.

At the same time, she reached out her hand to Jiang Zuiyun who was following behind: "I don't have any money with me, lend me some silver, and I will pay you back later."

Jiang Zuiyun took out a few silver nudes and handed them to her, his gaze also fell on the pattern of the mask in the void, curious: "If you don't pursue quality and materials for this kind of mask, I can make a piece of it in just one stick of incense. Bai Zhang came, why did you come to the blacksmith shop specifically?"

"That's different." Ling Song pursed his lips lightly, his eyes dim.

How can a mask refined by monks compare with the mask her brother gave her back then?
The mask hammered out of bronze in the blacksmith's shop is the closest to the mask her brother gave her...

Sorry, it was delayed for two days, but I can't help it. I found that the quality of the latest chapters is much worse than the previous ones. I have been thinking about it for a long time in the past two days, looking for problems.

Then, I happened to meet Fuyang again, alas...