Gourmets in the Heavens

"Is this world deliberately promoting it or... those so-called extraterritorial demons who left this world are dying?"

Asking himself thoughtfully, Zhao Youqian doesn't have a definite answer in his mind now, but since he has a sense of cooking and food righteousness, it means that the most basic thing about the source of fire is not a fiction.

Maybe it could actually solve one of his big problems.

As the kitchen utensils were gradually collected, Zhao Youqian could feel that his culinary skills had entered a period of rapid improvement even though he had not yet started building them.

The progress of that kind of cooking heart and food righteousness is very obvious and clear, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get rid of the stale air left on the old turtle meat so easily, and even analyze the root cause of it backhandedly, and start Prepare to make some contributions to the development of this world.

If he hadn't found those prototypes of kitchen utensils, even if he could do it, it wouldn't be as easy as it is now.

Progress is visible, which naturally makes Zhao Youqian not too anxious to find those kitchen utensils directly, but to naturally digest the gains of these days in the process of searching.

Especially for the treatment of the turtle meat, until now he has gradually developed a new process.

Not only is it a fresh production method, in this era, the threshold for his previous methods is still a bit high.

So he came up with the idea of ​​marinating by beating, destroying the quality of the meat, and then air-drying it, completely breaking the cell structure of the monster meat, and then rebuilding it.

In this way, only ordinary cooking is required, and the monster meat can be eaten by ordinary people.

The only problem is, how can the vitality in the monster meat be preserved after all these situations are carried out.

The turbid soul-suppressing talisman he had outlined before would definitely not be enough.

'Forget it, it's useless to think so much, I'll just start, and the rest depends on how many talents in this world develop. '

I never thought that I would do everything by myself. Since Zhao Youqian could start and even take the first step, it wouldn't be a bad thing to leave the rest to those talented people in the world of Xianxia.

At least the road he walked out by himself is much stronger than the road given by others.

And just when Zhao Youqian's thoughts were flying, and he had already shifted from the Dragon King Festival to how to improve the method of making monster meat, Yan Chixia, who was forced to go out, finally found herself in the home of a drunken man who had fallen asleep after a multiplayer exercise. Found some clues about the Dragon King Festival!

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Originally, there was still a hint of alcohol on her face, Yan Chixia shuttled through Haizhou City, her destination was the governor's office in Haizhou City.

But when he approached here, he suddenly sensed the oppression of the human dragon spirit.

Yan Chixia is not an outsider like Zhao Yougan, who doesn't care about or fear humanity and dragon spirit.

Not even afraid of touching the emperor directly, that is really beyond the concept of practitioners in this world.

Although Yan Chixia already had a chance, and she also saw the scenery of other worlds in Zhutian Xiaoguan, but those thoughts have not been changed yet. After realizing the suppression of the human dragon spirit, she clearly gave up.

Of course, at this time, he is also quick-witted.

He didn't dare to break into this yamen, but the secretary's home was fine.

After all, he is also a person who has been an official, or the chief arrester of the thirteen prefectures of Jiannan Road, and the chief secretary can be regarded as an official with whom he often deals.

What's going on with these guys that he doesn't understand yet?

They have long been hopeless people, but being able to become the chief bookkeeper is also a chance to make progress. They have mastered the collection of books in a state, and many secretaries and master books are doing private work of copying.

In the world of Xianxia, ​​books can be regarded as a very precious wealth.

Naturally, they are close to the water, and when others copy it, they will ask others to give themselves a copy.

Accumulated over time, the collection of books in the governor's mansion basically has a copy in the master books of these secretaries.

Although she doesn't know the names of all the officials in Haizhou City, Yan Chixia can still be sure of the habits of these officials, and they are all printed from the same mold.

Sure enough, he searched around the government office, and found the secretary's master book in the middle of a multiplayer activity. After figuring out where his home was, Yan Chixia even handed out some of his books. Colleague's address.

But obviously Yan Chixia didn't expect that there would be so many books in the secretary's house.

Fortunately, although this master book is greedy for wine and sex, he still has a basic level of scholar. He put the books on the shelves according to the year and various categories, so that Yan Chixia could take a look at the local chronicles of Haizhou City.

Silently counting the years and months, Yan Chixia took down a local chronicle that the Laoshan Taoist was born and traveled in the spring of the year, and then read it all the way.

It wasn't until about ten years after Mo cleared up the sorcery and witchcraft in Haizhou City that the governor resigned, and finally saw the appearance of the word "Dragon King Sacrifice".

"Huh? This is..."

"Sun Li Mihei, the four families established Haizhou City?"

At this moment, a seemingly irrelevant piece of information appeared in Yan Chixia's eyes, and he subconsciously recorded this in his mind, and read it along with the recorded classics.

One after another clues appeared in his heart.

But the most critical threads still haven't appeared, but now it's enough to complete what Zhao Youqian told him.

When the illusion was displayed, the chief secretary felt as if he had been drunk, and after returning home in a daze, Yan Chixia's figure disappeared directly into the chief secretary's home.

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"The day after tomorrow is the Dragon King Festival, you all need to be more energetic!"

"In case any sacrifice escapes!"

"I want your life!!"

A few big men with evil looks surrounded a huge iron cage. It was hard to see what was inside, but one could tell by looking at the extremely nervous guards around that they were definitely not simple creatures.

"Boss, these guys have already hurt more than [-] of our brothers, if this continues..."

Haizhou City was already quite affluent, and there were few migrants. The local gangs did not have much fresh blood to join them. The death or injury of more than [-] people was already a very heavy loss.