Qin Dynasty Novelist

Paoding Jieniu, amazing skills!

Holding a bright and sharp knife, he walked up to the slaughtered ox. The waiters at the side had already dispersed and prepared other things automatically. Cook Ding glanced at the huge body of the ox in front of him, and fell with the knife.

The touch of the hand, the leaning of the shoulder, the treading of the foot, the heaving of the knee, all of them are in the same direction, and the saber is played in a natural way.If its sound matches the dance of "Mulberry Forest", it is quite similar to that of "Jingshou".

In just half a stick of incense, the huge body of the beef, which is more than six feet long, was separated from its flesh and bones, and was completely divided into pieces of meat, which were displayed on the table. Seeing this, Cook Ding was very satisfied.

"Is the hot water ready?"

He waved to a busy guy not far away, put away the Inheritance Knife in his hand, and asked eagerly.

"The person in charge is ready."

The guy nodded quickly.

"Take out the snacks I just made first, don't let the distinguished guests wait in a hurry."

Pao Ding pointed to another area of ​​the steamer in the courtyard. The dim sum that had been made before was ready to be baked under the onslaught of both civil and military fire. There was no hesitation. Who knew what would happen if the evil star continued to wait.

"Yes."

The guy quickly went to execute it. As an outer disciple of the Mo family, he has been working in an inn for several years, and suddenly he was chased by the Qi State government. How could he not panic, but seeing that he was calm in charge, everyone was at ease. .

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"My lord, is this made by that stupid fat man?"

On the smooth table, there are four small drawers with a radius of one foot, each filled with different snacks, the heat is rising, the fragrance of the grains is permeating, and the spices dotted with blessings, the color is even more extraordinary, against the sunlight outside the hall Standing, flashing a different kind of brilliance.

Not to mention eating, it looks like it will increase your appetite. What's even more peculiar is that the dim sum has a delicate shape. Recalling the rough figure in charge before, Yan Lingji, who was sitting quietly beside Zhou Qing, was a little surprised .

Even Xiaoling and Xiaoyi were curiously looking at the exquisite snacks in the cage. Since they went down the mountain, they have stayed in the heaven and earth all the way. Needless to say, the cook inside is absolutely top-notch.

But when it comes to the contest of desserts, it seems that this fat cook does have some strength. Despite his big hands and feet, his body looks like a strong farmer, but his skills are not bad.

"Could it be that a weak warrior can't display his powerful and domineering profound arts?"

"All dharmas in the world are common. Pao Ding's ancestor and Taoist Zhuang Zhou used the Analects of Confucius. Although they didn't enter into practice, their saber skills are no less than top-level Xuangong. Otherwise, why did Zhuang Zhou leave his name?"

"Hurry up and eat, try this fat man's handicraft."

The Taoist has no form, and the Dao of heaven and earth has no form. It is absurd to judge the Dao based on appearance alone. However, the appearance of Pao Ding and his unique craftsmanship are indeed amazing.

The three of Yan Lingji didn't hesitate, such delicate snacks looked good, but they didn't know how to eat them, Xiushou held the chopsticks, and lightly picked up a piece, before eating, it was rich and fragrant.

Immersed in the red lips, chewed slowly, narrowed my eyes soothingly, even lifted the corner of the veil on the little coat that had been sitting quietly on one side, and ate two pieces in a row.

"Well, their movements are quite fast!"

Just about to taste the craftsmanship of the number one chef in Sanghai, Zhou Qing's eyes suddenly glowed with a faint purple light, and he lifted his head slightly, ignoring all obstacles, and looked outside the inn.

As soon as the inspiration arrived, in front of the inn, a group of five Confucian scholars in brocade robes appeared straight away. The leader, who I still knew, stopped the movement of his hands and whispered in his mouth.

Since entering Sanghai, under the control of the powerful spiritual sense, he naturally knew that the traces of the four of them were all under the control of Confucianism, but, unexpectedly, before the four of them went to Xiaoshengxian Village, they would find them first up.

"A Confucian?"

Sensing the words of the young master beside him, Yanling Ji raised her eyebrows on one side, her spiritual sense spread, and she also felt the unique aura of grandeur outside the inn, within Zhuxia, it was the symbol of a member of Confucianism.

"Uncle Shi, it's the Confucian Fu Nian we met in Chu State last year."

After a few breaths, the five Confucian family members who stayed outside the inn straightened their clothes, their bodies were filled with mysterious light, and their spirits and spirits were shocked. They stepped into the inn, between Xiaoling and Xiaoyi. Eyes are all bright.

The leader, they knew, was the Confucianist Fu Nian they met in the heaven and earth in Yingdu, Chu State last year. At that time, the uncle had chatted with him for a long time, and he valued him a lot.

"Confucianism Fu Nian, I met Senior Tianzong Xuanqingzi with my four seniors!"

Zhaoxia crowned hair standing, handsome eyebrows, bright eyes, dressed in light brown and light green lining outer clothing, feet of virtue boots, waist and abdomen jade ring, belt blessing, silk sash is in line with etiquette.

Slowly approaching, cupping his hands and bowing in salute, the words fell, and the other four people behind him also followed the incomparable Confucian etiquette.

"Confucian Mao Heng, I have met Senior Tianzong Xuanqingzi!"

This person was thin and thin, dressed in a light gray brocade robe, with a calm expression, followed behind Fu Nian, and bowed close.

"Uncle Fuqiu, the Confucianist, met Senior Tianzong Xuanqingzi!"

Although this man is a bit older, he is still above Fu Nian, dressed in a light red brocade robe, with square eyebrows and a calm expression, his whole body looming aloofly, followed behind Fu Nian, and bowed close.

"Lu Jia, a Confucianist, met Senior Tianzong Xuanqingzi!"

This person has been crowned, dressed in a light white brocade robe, and his body is slightly fatter. His eyes are quietly looking at the Taoist Tianzong Xuanqingzi behind the table, with etiquette blessings, and he returns to his original state.

"Confucian Zhang Cang, I have met Senior Tianzong Xuanqingzi!"

This person's age is not obvious, and his body and posture are quite inconspicuous among the five people. He is not like Fu Nian's square and handsome, not like Lu Jia's long life, and he is not like Fu Qiubo's grandeur, and his Confucian etiquette is down. , took a look at Zong Xuanqingzi that day.

"senior?"

"Hahaha, you Confucians like this set. Compared with the five of you, Xuanqing is not a senior. Fu Nian, I remember that you should still be spreading Confucianism at Tonglu Academy in Yingdu. Why are you back today?"

"You also brought your four senior brothers who have just shown their fame, and come here. Could it be that you have something important to find me?"

Fu Nian's teacher is Confucian Gongduzi, and Gongduzi's teacher is Confucian Mencius, and his own teacher is Chisongzi of Tianzong. Before Chisongzi, he was Beimingzi, and Beimingzi was Zhuangzi.

From the point of view of sect inheritance, Taoist practitioners have a long lifespan, which is not comparable to that of Confucianists. Nearly a hundred years ago, although Zhuang Zhou was the same generation as Meng Ke, when it comes to inheritance, his seniority is quite high.

People of Taoism don't pay attention to these things, but people of Confucianism study this way intensively. Zhou Qing has no time to pay attention to the details. The thing of seniority has always been illusory, and only power is real.