"Hurry up boy, slow to find a fight!"

"Put more spicy seeds for Lao Tzu, the lamb is the most fragrant to eat, and if it is not spicy, it will be tasteless!"

"Keep the sheep's head for me, I can nibble on one by myself!"

Yuanshanzhai is lively, the back kitchen is even more lively, a group of mountain bandits smelled the fragrance, all gathered in the back kitchen, while watching the little Taoist priest sweating profusely in front of the two fires, and did not forget to count or order, as if they were all uncles, and Xu Yan was a slave. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"All have a share. The fat chef crossed his waist and shouted: "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the big boss has ordered, give the brothers something good, don't worry, everyone has a share!"

"Chef Wu, your back kitchen is light this time, you don't have to work anymore, I can also cook, and it will not be successful to transfer your back kitchen. A mountain bandit joked with a grin.

"Who doesn't say it, with this little Taoist priest here, I see that you can sleep well in the kitchen all day long. ”

"Do Taoist priests love to work, next time let this kid go out of the mountain with us, recently slaughtered people so that my hands are sore, let him slaughter a few for me." ”

"Little Taoist, Lao Tzu lives in the big wooden house in the west, from today onwards, the night pot will be yours, do you hear!"

The last person to speak, it was a small leader in the cottage, chubby and similar to a pig, with his eyes horizontally at Xu Yan, his tone was very impulsive, looking fierce and vicious, he roared for a long time, and found that people were still busy roasting sheep, and suddenly became angry, and went up and kicked Xu Yan on the heel.

"Lao Tzu is talking to you, are you deaf! His mother is pretending to be stupid with me, believe it or not, Lao Tzu put you on the fire and roasted you!"

"Call me?" Xu Yan scratched his head and got up, and said with a smile: "I thought you were calling other Taoist priests." ”

"He is a Taoist priest in the entire Yuanshan Cottage, he thinks this is a Taoist temple, stupid to death. ”

"If this kid couldn't work, he would have been hacked to death eight times, and our Yuanshanzhai wouldn't accept fools. ”

"Like a pig, what did he eat to grow up when he was so big?"

A group of mountain bandits looked at the excitement with a grin, and the fat leader pressed the handle of the knife with one hand, and picked up Xu Yan's neck with the other, and shouted: "You grew up eating pig dung, tell you the last time, the night pot in the west house belongs to you, let Lao Tzu find that the night pot in the morning is not clean, I will kill you!"

pushed the little Taoist priest away, and the fat leader went up to break off a half-baked leg of mutton, took a big bite, and immediately spit it out.

"Fucking it's not cooked yet, hurry up, it's getting dark and haven't been cooked yet, are you all rice buckets in the back kitchen!"

The little boss is the same as his grandson in front of the three village owners, but in front of the other minions, that is the real uncle, the fat boss threw the leg of mutton to Xu Yan, and said viciously: "Put more spicy seeds, I want this leg of mutton, roast focus, Lao Tzu loves to eat paste, give me as many spicy as there are!"

"Alright, alright. ”

Xu Yan held the leg of mutton and went to roast, sprinkled a large handful of spicy seeds casually, and the flames immediately ran in the fire, and the group of mountain bandits who watched the excitement waited impatiently, and they went to play money first with their shoulders on their backs, but they didn't see that the spicy seeds in the pile were mixed with some very fine grass clippings.

The poisonous weeds that Mei Sanniang threw into the well were only more than half, and half of them were mixed with salt and spicy seeds by Xu Yan.

At sunset, three complete roast sheep were sent to the courtyard of the three village owners by the back kitchen, and the person in charge of delivering the meal was naturally the little Taoist, the golden lamb, sprinkled with a layer of red spicy seeds on the surface, which looked appetizing.

It was a delicious meal specially prepared by Xu Yan for the three bandit leaders, and the amount of poisonous weeds was the largest.

When the roast sheep was sent, Liao Jiuming, the big boss, nodded when he saw the fat sheep, and was very satisfied, the second boss Hanlei simply picked it up and gnawed it, but in the courtyard of the third master, the roast sheep was picked up by two subordinates, and Lu Hai was not in the village.

The three village owners are all masters, Xu Yan doesn't know how strong the innate martial artist is, so the weight of poisonous weeds has been increased by him, if this kind of poison that can poison even ten cows can't poison the three village masters, Xu Yan will have no choice.

Not only did the old Taoist priest use this poison to poison the wolves, but when he lived in Chengyunguan, the old Taoist priest would often teach Xu Yan to distinguish various poisonous weeds, and also teach him the pharmacology between poisonous weeds.

The way of medicine, Xu Yan can only be said to understand a little, but the way of poison, it is not an exaggeration to say that Xu Yan is a poison, although he does not know what the use of those skills he has learned now, he can already faintly perceive the master's kindness to him.

can distinguish poisonous herbs and poisons, at least walking in the world, Xu Yan will not plant his head on poison.

In the vegetable garden in the back kitchen, listening to the shouting and shouting in the cottage, Xu Yan became more and more happy, he was also hungry after a busy day, and today's food could not be eaten, so while the fire was still hot, Xu Yan found a pheasant that had just been cleaned up yesterday in his room, wrapped it in leaves and mud, and buried it in the fire.

The poisonous hair of the hook kiss is very slow, at least half a day, when the poison occurs, the poisoned person will feel unbearable abdominal cramps, because of the severe pain, so the whole person will be rickety, and when he dies, he will hold his legs tightly, like a leather ball.

The tragic scene is not far away, the feast that starts in the evening, and by midnight, the Yuanshan cottage will turn into a real hell.

The cottage of thousands of people, if it is slaughtered in one fell swoop, it will be a tragedy in the world, but this is a bandit village, and the village is full of evil bandits, killing them, Xu Yan did not feel half guilty in his heart.

The little Taoist priest roasting the pheasant sat by the fire and bowed his head and groaned.

Xu Yan was thinking about Lu Hai, the master of Sanzhai.

Early this morning, Lu Hai left Yuanshan Cottage alone, I don't know what to do, and he hasn't come back yet, if he hasn't come back before midnight, it will be troublesome.

The last time he was in the pigsty, for the sake of the little black pig, Lu Hai had a killing intent towards Xu Yan, and was later blocked by Mei Sanniang, although Lu Hai didn't trouble Xu Yan these days, Xu Yan always remembered the cold gaze of the other party when he left.

The master of Sanzhai will definitely not give up.

Xu Yan's hands squeezed unconsciously, people are not as good as heaven, who would have thought that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lu Hai would still be able to leave the cottage, if this evil tiger is missed, Xu Yan and Mei Sanniang's situation will be dangerous.

"A vein of innate martial artist ......" the little Taoist priest next to the fire whispered: "How strong will it be, his true qi is not as good as a flying locust, is it possible that the stone I hit can compete with the innate sword qi?"

Xu Yan's doubts came from the dim layer of true qi on the sword held by the innate martial artist.

Since he was a child, Xu Yan has never seen that kind of weird halo except that the stone he hit with all his strength will appear to be a streamer, Xu Yan always thought that the halo on the stone was because the speed of the stone was too fast, and it was caused by friction with the wind, since he saw the true qi on Lu Hai's long knife in Yuanshanzhai, Xu Yan was shocked to realize that the flying locusts that he hit with all his strength seemed to carry the innate true qi.

Am I an innate martial artist?

Xu Yan smiled self-deprecatingly, it was impossible, he didn't even know a single move and a half of a sword, how could he step into the ranks of innate martial artists.

The little Taoist priest does not understand the theory of martial arts, the sword is actually just a kind of martial arts, and there are many kinds of skills, which can be summarized in the way of martial arts, and the formation and growth of true qi, in addition to the operation of swordsmanship and swordsmanship, is also closely related to the operation of the meridians.