First Class Genius

This time, tens of thousands of Jindan friars came to Jiuhu mountain. Most people choose to live in bamboo buildings. In order to find a relatively quiet place, bamboo buildings can be seen everywhere within a few miles.

In addition to Wu Yunwei and others, other ancestors above the age of Yuanying also participated in the competition of Jindan disciples.

However, they all hide their accomplishments so as not to cause unnecessary commotion. On the other hand, these ancestors came to see the fighting competition and wanted to find some excellent disciples.

Han Fei followed Xiong Wazi, while Xiong Keqing followed Han Fei, keeping a distance of more than two meters from each other.

After walking out of the crowded place, there is a hill with excellent scenery. Walking along the deep path, I saw a cliff standing alone in front of me.

The cliff, like a broken chopstick, is inserted into the ground. Although it is not very high, but the rugged and steep appearance is very scary. Although it is daytime and the trees are hidden, the light here is still very dim, but. With the naked eye, you can still find the cave not far from the cliff top.

Really enjoy it!

Of course, Xiong Wazi won't live here for a long time. A temporary cave is so painstakingly carved. It can be seen that this uncle really enjoys it.

At the foot of the mountain, Xiong Wazi waved his hands with his broad Taoist robes and sleeves. Han Fei and Xiong Keqing were wrapped up in a domineering spirit, flying like clouds and fog. In the blink of an eye, Han Fei had stood on the platform in front of a cave.

Standing under the cliff, the platform is just a protruding stone. Stand up and look. The raised stone plane is half the size of a basketball court and tilts slightly outward. If it rains, the water will pour down.

At the end of the platform is the bluestone rock wall flattened by flying sword. The three holes, one meter apart from each other, emit soft night pearl light.

There is no vine vegetation on the bluestone at the entrance. It can be seen that the three caves have just been built. However, to Han Fei's surprise, there was no broken sand around the cave.

All monks above the age of Yuanying have the ability to move mountains and reclaim the sea. It's too common for a powerful old monster like Xiong Wazi to raise his hand and build a shelter.

Although the golden elixir friars can do it, they are not as casual and leisurely as these ancestors.

In the middle of the cave, the portal is relatively tall. The light inside is also the brightest. The cave on the left is the smallest. It should be Xiong Keqing's cave, emitting a faint smell of girls.

The competition of disciples in the golden elixir period has been going on for more than a week. It can be seen that Xiong Keqing has always lived here.

It's so happy to have an ox fork father to protect you!

Han Fei sighed silently, thinking that he had no pain and no love, he looked a little sad.

"Qing'er, take out the ingredients!" Xiong Wazi seemed very worried. After giving an order, he left Han Fei and quickly stepped into the cave. A moment later, he took out a pile of messy things.

Iron pot! Wood! Shovel! Spoon

even to the extent that. There are also half a bag of items like rice and their own salt

"Wait a minute!" Xiong Wazi looked at the objects in front of him, as if he thought of something. He turned and went straight to the bluestone wall, raised his finger and poked it.

"Pooh!" Xiong Wazi poked his index finger into the stone wall and quickly drew a square of about one meter. After raising his hand and scratching his head, he drew a circle in the middle of the square.

"Come out!" Xiongwa son raised his hand and grabbed the stone wall. The square stone wall flew out.

The sleeves of Xiong Wazi's Taoist robe shook, and the square stone didn't fall to the ground. It hovered in mid air and made a grinding noise.

"Stove!" Soon, a beautifully carved bluestone stove fell to the ground, and Han Fei exclaimed.

"Cook!" Xiong Wazi glanced at the stove and didn't seem very satisfied. He waved his hand and said, "let me eat satisfactorily. Everything is easy to say! If I'm not satisfied with what I eat, I'll throw you into an iron pot and cook it! "

Although it was daytime, Han Fei still felt his back cold. In front of him, he is moody. He can really do such a shameful thing.

"Good!" Han Fei was not wordy. After he promised, he took off his broad Taoist robe, wore a set of tight clothes and began to work.

The stove is pure natural. Just put the iron pot on it and light the wood below.

Han Fei can do these things easily. Even, Han Fei felt the wind direction on the top of the mountain and slightly moved the position of the stove. In this way, the wind blows on the ignited wood, burning more vigorously, and the burning smoke. It won't choke yourself.

Soon, a bluestone stove was built, and there was a clatter in the iron pot.

Brand new iron pot, not suitable for cooking. Han Fei first boiled a pot of water. After boiling, he poured it out. Then cut up a piece of pork, throw it into a red iron pot and knead it.

When the whole iron pot became oily, Han Fei began to cook.

Although Han Fei's hands and feet were nimble, the early preparation also took an hour. Han Fei peeked at him. Xiong Wazi was not bored, but nodded his head frequently. Drinking tea happily.

Han Fei is too familiar with cooking with this stove iron pot. In yinghun mountain, Han Fei cooked for Han Laogui every day.

Most of the ingredients Xiong Keqing took out were meat, including a rabbit, a little wild boar and several birds.

These ingredients are nothing in the cultivation world. Walking into a forest, you can see it everywhere. Raise your hand and pick it up.

In addition, Xiong Keqing also took some wild vegetables, some of which have been washed, and some need to be washed again.

"This rabbit has average meat quality. Only the meat on its back is delicious!"

"This little wild boar died wrongfully and his eyes were wide open. It was obvious that the shock was excessive and the bile had broken. I'm afraid we can't roast the whole pig. Most of them are still OK! "

"Several birds are old. The meat must be very bad! Their breasts, tender meat and some. You should be able to piece it up into a plate. I'll make do with it! "

"These green vegetables are good, but there is no rapeseed oil or soybean oil here, only meat oil. After they are made. There may be some smell. Fortunately, I have my own salt to dry, which can remove the earthy smell... "

……

While Han Fei was busy, he shook his head and commented on the ingredients provided by Xiong Keqing.

The flying sword turned into a kitchen knife and the shovel flew in the sky. When the last ray of sun shines on Han Fei's face, a table of exquisite dishes is finished.

"Please have a meal, sir!" Xiong Keqing put the last dish on the stone table. Han Fei snapped his fingers. A pot of rice wine made from rice was put in front of Xiong Wazi and invited with a smile. Han Fei is very confident in his cooking. No matter how tricky Xiong Wazi is, he can't find anything wrong.

The bear was stunned!

Don't eat. Smell it. It's full of hometown flavor. Xiong Wazi's lips trembled, because he was excited. His eyes with a smile were flashing tears at the moment!

As for? Han Fei's heart is bubbling! Isn't it just a table of ordinary dishes? I'm so moved that I'm almost crying!

no way out! That's great!

"Wow! WOW! " Xiong Keqing took a clumsy wine pot and poured out a glass of rice wine. The white rice grains are still spinning in the wine pot. How can I drink such dirty things?

The dishes cooked by Han Fei are full of color, smell and taste. In the past, Xiong Keqing often did such things. But. Looking at the dishes cooked by Han Fei, Xiong Keqing knows why his father is dissatisfied with himself every time.

However, Xiong Keqing doesn't understand why Han Fei, who can cook good dishes, made such poor rice wine.

There are a lot of spirit wine in my cave. Just take out a pot and put it on the stone table, which can match the dishes on the table.

"Sit down!" A moment later, the Bear looked up at the sky and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes. After twenty years, I finally smell the smell of my hometown. This is not a simple table of dishes, this is hope. The hope that after twenty years of humiliating life, it is about to begin a new life.

In order to wait for the arrival of hope, I have paid too much. However, Xiong Wazi never thought that it was a teenager in the middle of Jindan who brought this hope.

More than 20 years ago, when he was his age, it seemed that he also had this cultivation. At that time, I liked to drink with my brothers every evening, but——

Xiong Wazi picked up the muddy rice wine and tasted it SIP by SIP.

It tastes delicious!

Xiong Wazi picked up chopsticks and took a bite of rabbit meat. It was scorched outside and tender inside, and its lips and teeth were fragrant!

Xiong Wazi couldn't wait to taste a few other dishes. His satisfied look hung on his face and his joy rippled in his eyes.

Han Fei sat there without drinking or eating. Because there is doubt in the eyes of Xiong Wazi.

"Bai lingsu is my sister!" Xiong Wazi looked at Han Fei with firm eyes, "we have a common purpose!"

Hearing Xiong Wazi's words, Han Fei didn't know how to answer.

If you choose to nod, you have to tell the secret of Xuanwu ring; If you choose to shake your head, will the uncle in front of you use extreme means?

"The elder is drunk!" A moment later, Han Fei made a decision, took up his wine glass and invited, "have a drink, don't get drunk!"

Xiong Wazi was slightly stunned, and there was no unhappy expression on his face.

"Ha ha! Ha ha! " Xiong Wazi suddenly laughed, "interesting! significant! Let's have a good drink with Weng's son-in-law. If we don't get drunk, we won't return! "

"Gulu -"

A cup of rice wine fell into my stomach and it was too late to spit it out. Han Fei's face flushed, and Xiong Keqing was shy and wanted to find a hole to hide!