When the rest of the brothers saw Long Xingtian say this, they all said hello to Long Xingtian and left the conference room, leaving only the smiling Zhikong monk in the conference room.

When everyone left, Long Xingtian glared at Monk Zhikong, "Old Eight, you have changed your problem, and you can't take a step if you can't see the wine."

Monk Zhikong smiled and rubbed his hands, "Big brother, this is not the fairy drunk you brought back, the taste is too good, if you don't drink a little bit and can't sleep at night, big brother, you can get me three altars, didn't Cheng Zhi say that there will be a batch of immortal drunk drunk in a few days that can be brewed successfully."

Yesterday, when Long Xingtian brought the immortal drunk back to the headquarters of the Yanhuang Iron Brigade, he immediately summoned a group of brothers who stayed at the headquarters of the Yanhuang Iron Brigade.

After everyone tasted the enhanced version of the immortal drunk brewed by Yang Chengzhi, their excitement and praise were overflowing, they didn't wait for Yang Chengzhi to make up the Heavenly Machine Pill to increase cultivation, but they waited for this kind of immortal drunk that can quickly increase the speed of cultivation, and that kind of mood was not difficult for ordinary people to experience at all.

Among them, the monk Zhikong was shocked, he couldn't think of how this nephew was a good thing that made him obsessed, and he thought that the immortal drunk he drank a few days ago was the best medicinal wine he had ever seen in his life, but he didn't want this little guy to give him a big surprise.

These days, because he often drank that kind of immortal drunkenness, his cultivation was more stable, and even after he wanted to really get the kind of strange fruit that Yang Chengzhi said that could increase the chance of breakthrough, he was ninety percent sure that he had broken through to the level of enlightenment.

But now there is a kind of immortal drunk all of a sudden, and the medicinal effect of this immortal drunk is simply a hundred times that of the previous immortal drunk, after drinking it once, the monk Zhikong will never forget this kind of immortal drunkenness, so he proposed to celebrate it today.

Long Xingtian listened to Monk Zhikong's words, his head turned black, and he said speechlessly: "Old eight, do you know how many immortals Chengzhi has brewed in total."

Monk Zhikong scratched Zheng Mingwa's big head and smiled, "Didn't you say that Chengzhi brewed more than thirty jars, and they were all taken back by Uncle Shi."

Long Xingtian glared at the Zhikong monk, and said angrily: "You still know these, there are more than thirty altars in total, you want three altars this time, you can't let others cultivate, Chengzhi said that the next batch of immortal drunken will be brewed successfully when he comes back from Shennongjia, you calculate how long it will be."

Monk Zhikong smiled, "Big brother, you also know that my cultivation is special, my cultivation is now a lot more stable, if I can have this kind of immortal drunkenness, I have a ninety percent chance of breaking through to the level of enlightenment."

Hearing Monk Zhikong say this, Long Xingtian nodded, there are a total of nine of his remaining senior brothers and sisters, and each of them has different cultivation techniques.

The practice of the Zhikong monk is to enter the Tao with wine, so the Zhikong monk has the problem of greedy cups, but if you think that the Zhikong monk drinks and makes a mistake, it is very wrong.

If you want to say that Monk Zhikong may make a mistake, it must not be after drinking, Monk Zhikong never makes a mistake after drinking, and the mistake is because he did not drink, which is also the special practice of Monk Zhikong.

The higher the quality of his drinking, the clearer his brain, the faster his cultivation will increase, on the contrary, if the Zhikong monk does not drink for three days, the problem will come out, and the efficiency of doing things will be reduced a lot.

Therefore, when the family members of the Yanhuang Iron Brigade go out to run errands, they must bring some good wine to Monk Zhikong, and Monk Zhikong is also angry, and his cultivation is second only to Long Xingtian and Nangong Haotian among his brothers and sisters.

This time he brought back the immortal drunkenness, and after the monk Zhikong drank a cup, he never forgot the immortal drunkenness, and begged several times during the day.

Long Xingtian didn't agree because of the consideration of other brothers, he was afraid that giving Zhikong Monk medicinal wine would make those brothers have other thoughts in their hearts, but now Zhikong Monk mentioned it again, which made Long Xingtian not know how to say this brother.

Long Xingtian pondered for a moment and said: "Old eight, in this way, I will privately give you an altar of immortal drunkenness, but you promise not to use the particularity of your cultivation exercises to beg me for wine in the future, if you think this wine is not enough, you go to Chengzhi yourself, I think this little guy must still have stock."

Hearing Long Xingtian say this, Monk Zhikong's face was happy, "Cheng, Cheng, the eldest brother will have an altar, and I will definitely not mention this kind of immortal drunk to you again before the next time the immortal drunk arrives."

After saying this, Monk Zhikong asked in a mysterious whisper: "Big brother, do you say that Chengzhi really has stock."

Seeing the appearance of the Zhikong monk, Long Xingtian couldn't help but be happy, this brother is good at everything, but he can't move when he hears the wine.

"Do you think Chengzhi, this little guy has a ring in his hand, will he put all the immortal drunkenness in the cellar, last time we transported at least hundreds of altars of immortal drunkenness, you think about how much space is needed for a hundred altars of immortal drunkenness, but yesterday I saw that there is only thirty or forty square meters of space in his cellar, and that little space can store a hundred jars of medicinal wine."

Hearing what the eldest brother Long Xingtian said, Monk Zhikong's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he leaned forward and said with a smile: "Big brother, discuss something with you, and let me go over next time I have something to do in Yangjiagou, and I will ensure that things are not wrong."

Long Xingtian's head was dark, and this brother really made him have nothing to say, so he nodded and said: ""Old eight, these days, you have to work harder, and strive to break through to the clear level after getting the kind of fruit that Cheng Zhi said, and the current strength of our organization is not as good as before."

After saying this, Long Xingtian patted Monk Zhikong on the shoulder and left the conference room, and when he walked to the door of the conference room, Long Xingtian turned around and said, "You come to me tomorrow, it's too late today."

Monk Zhikong was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of joy, the meaning of the eldest brother's words was obvious, it was not early today, and the medicine and wine would be taken tomorrow......

When the sun in the early morning of Yangjiagou had not fully risen, Yang Chengzhi had already left Yangjiagou with the sunspot, and he had not gone to Pingcheng Hospital for a while, and he wanted to go over to see how the patient was doing.

Besides, he asked Zhang Jian to start accepting another batch of patients, he was afraid that Park Hyun-joo and Wen Yizhi would not be able to start with some patients who were more strict, so he used to stabilize the patient's condition first, and then instructed the two of them in acupuncture by the way.

Although the two of them did not cultivate and could not use the needle method like the Five Elements Golden Needle, they could tell them some hidden acupoints, many of which have a good effect on terminally ill patients.

When Yang Chengzhi arrived to take the car to Pingcheng, there were still relatively few vehicles on the streets of Pingcheng, and most of the people were still asleep.

When he arrived at the Third People's Hospital of Pingcheng, Yang Chengzhi did not go directly to the hospital, he knew that it was his past now, and most of the patients were still resting, and he didn't want to disturb these people.

found a small shop near the third hospital that looked very fast, Yang Chengzhi pushed the door in, there were not many customers in the small shop, only a few middle school students with schoolbags on their backs.

Seeing these middle school students carrying schoolbags, Yang Chengzhi thought of the situation when he was in high school, and at that time, like these students now, he got up early to eat breakfast and went to class.

However, he didn't want these students to be comfortable at that time, at that time, the family was poor and had no chance to go to a small restaurant, and eating breakfast was to pick the cheapest meal in the school cafeteria, and it would be good to spend a few cents on a meal.

He remembered that he had been in high school for three years, and the most expensive dish he had ever eaten was only two cents a piece, and what he longed for most at that time was to go home and see the ninth master, because when the ninth master was at his house, there must have wild game such as pheasants and hares at home.

The owner of the restaurant saw that Yang Chengzhi looked at the students who often ate here as soon as he entered the door, and wondered if this young man had any ideas about these students.

These students often come here to eat, so the boss is familiar with them, these middle school students are all top students with excellent academic evaluation, and when he was eating breakfast yesterday, he overheard one of the girls say that there are a few students in the class who are not good at learning and want to teach them a lesson.

For this matter, the owner of the store also specially instructed several children not to fight fiercely in the learning stage, and to discuss and solve any contradictions.

But these students said that those students were jealous of their good academic performance and did not give them answers during the test, so they had to find someone to teach them.

The shopkeeper has no way to deal with this matter, and he also knows what the current students are like, and many students are not too strict with their parents because they are only children at home.

It is precisely because of this that these children are empty-eyed, thinking that they are the best in the world, and they will scold the students who have a little conflict with them, and beat them at the worst.

The Chinese government has tried its best to stop school violence, and those students who are focused on their studies are often bullied by some poor students.

So yesterday, when I heard the private discussions of these children, the boss paid attention, and today I suddenly saw Yang Chengzhi staring at a few children as soon as he entered the door, which made the store owner have an ominous premonition.

He also knows that some children nowadays do things very excessively, and if they don't have the ability, they will find other senior grades or even people from the society to teach students who have conflicts with them in the past.

The boss looked at Yang Chengzhi and thought that Yang Chengzhi was a student of which high school, and this is not to blame the store owner, Yang Chengzhi was dressed ordinarily, and he was carrying a small backpack behind him.

However, he is a business owner who is open-door, and he doesn't want to offend Yang Chengzhi, so when Yang Chengzhi stared at a few middle school students, the shopkeeper walked up to Yang Chengzhi.

"What do you eat, young man," the shopkeeper asked with a smile.

Yang Chengzhi came back to his senses and smiled at the shopkeeper, "Big brother, what do you have for breakfast in this snack bar."

The shopkeeper saw Yang Chengzhi's expression, listened to Yang Chengzhi's words, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, he could see from Yang Chengzhi's words and actions that Yang Chengzhi was not the kind of bully.

He has been running a restaurant for many years, and he has seen too many people, and as long as the people entering and leaving the hotel speak, the owner of the store will know what kind of character this person is.

Those people who invite friends to talk to brothers all day long don't have Yang Chengzhi's words and deeds, so after Yang Chengzhi said a word, the shopkeeper knew in his heart that he had seen the wrong person, and there might be people he knew among those students, but they didn't go up to say hello.

"Young man, I have millet porridge, chaos, knife-cut noodles, pressed bean noodles here...... "The shopkeeper said seven or eight kinds of local snacks that are only available in the Pingcheng area.

Yang Chengzhi thought for a moment and said, "Big brother, get me a bowl of knife-cut noodles, I haven't eaten our Pingcheng's knife-cut noodles for a long time."

Indeed, Yang Chengzhi basically did not eat Pingcheng's unique knife-cut noodles when he left Pingcheng to go to college, and he did not return to Yangjiagou several times in four years of college, and went to Yangcheng in the south after graduating from college.

There is no knife cut noodles in Pingcheng at that place in Yangcheng, and after returning to Yangjiagou after being injured, they all cook by themselves and rarely go out to eat, and now I listen to the boss talk about knife cut noodles, Yang Chengzhi really misses the taste of knife cut noodles a little.

Knife-cut noodles are a kind of food unique to Heicheng, knife-cut noodles are famous in the northern region for their unique flavor, and knife-cut noodles are all knife-cut as the name suggests.

The dough cut out by the knife is thick and thin, with sharp edges and corners, the shape resembles a willow leaf, the entrance is slippery and the inner tendon is soft, but not greasy, and the more you chew, the more fragrant it is. Knife-cut noodles are paired with eggs, meatballs, roast pork, and tofu to bring out the flavor of knife-cut noodles.

In addition to the exquisite workmanship of the noodles, the deliciousness of the knife noodles also lies in the quality of the knife noodles in the Pingcheng area, which determines the rise or failure of the restaurant, so you may not necessarily have the best knife noodles in the Pingcheng area restaurants, and perhaps the most beautiful knife noodles are in the street snack bars.

The shopkeeper heard Yang Chengzhi say that he hadn't eaten knife-cut noodles for a long time, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and the talkative shopkeeper asked with a smile: "Young man, you are not studying in Pingcheng."

Yang Chengzhi smiled, "Big brother, I have graduated from college for four years," After saying this, Yang Chengzhi continued: "Medium bowl noodles, add two pieces of tofu and a ball to the noodles."

The shopkeeper looked at Yang Chengzhi carefully a few times, and was a little puzzled in his heart, now Yang Chengzhi often eats things produced in the space, and his cultivation has broken through to the late congenital stage, so from the appearance of Yang Chengzhi is also in his twenties.

After glancing at Yang Chengzhi a few times, the shopkeeper agreed with doubts, and shouted loudly to the kitchen inside: "Medium bowl, two pieces of tofu, and one meatball." Then the shopkeeper picked up a rag and wiped down the already clean table.

In less than three minutes, a vigorous girl about seventeen or eighteen years old came out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl of knife-cut noodles with a strong fragrance, looked at Yang Chengzhi, turned her head and asked, "Dad, is this noodles from this table?"

The boss who was wiping the table turned his head and said, "It's this young man, Nizi, you go and serve some noodle soup to the young man."

The beautiful girl agreed, put the knife-cut noodles in front of Yang Chengzhi, and said with a slightly red face: "Your knife-cut noodles, please use them slowly", and turned her head into the kitchen after speaking.