I don't know what King Chujiang said later, and in just a few words, the old Hades King coaxed the cloudy and sunny heart. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info that incident is in the past. The "absurdity" of King Chujiang was gradually developed with the acquiescence of the old Hades King. I wonder what "ideas" he has tonight?

In a blink of an eye, I already thought about the origin of the past: "It's really boring to just drink soup." If Dianjun has any interesting ideas, you might as well say it and listen to it~"

"Then you're welcome. King Chu Jiang listened to my answer, smiled slightly, and after bowing slightly in the direction of Yun Ziyou, he turned to everyone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after tasting Granny Meng's soup world, everyone will have different understandings. Why don't we come to a league, with the three referees of the lord, Granny Meng, and Lord Ghost Gu, and the winner will have a prize, what do you think?"

"Good!" agreed.

A few careful ones couldn't wait to throw out questions such as "what kind of joint law?" and "what reward is the winner".

After King Chu Jiang finished speaking, he turned to Yun Ziyou, Yun Ziyou nodded slightly, and saw a judge pen fly out of the arms of the cold-faced Cui Yu: "Judge Cui, borrow your iron pen for use." ”

As he spoke, the gesture was like a swimming dragon, flying up and down, splashing ink like flowing water. In the blink of an eye, the rules of the game have been laid out in the air.

I took a look, and it was really ya~

The thirteen golden characters floating upright in the air, although they are powerful iron and silver hooks, have a chic and wanton spurt out.

As soon as King Chu Jiang put away his pen, there was already a pot of porridge underneath.

"Change one for another, this is not fun......"

"That's it......"

Yun Ziyou looked at the noisy scene, couldn't help frowning, glanced at the horse standing next to him, and then leisurely picked up the teacup and took a sip gently.

With the neighing sound of horses like thunder, a huge horse face appeared above the heads of the immortals. Everyone quieted down all of a sudden, and looked at Yun Ziyou who was drinking tea slowly.

"The lord is here, and Hugh is presumptuous. Ma Mian stood there with a cold horse face and shouted.

I stared at the words floating in the air, and I didn't retract my distracted gaze until the words disappeared little by little.

Scenes that seemed vague in my memory flashed by, as if once upon a time, the same scene had been played out a long time ago.

Maybe I've lived too long, maybe I'm too old, so I always feel as if many things have already happened, with a sense of familiarity.

King Chu Jiang wrote: With the heart of the son, paint my soup. One stick of incense is limited.

"Do you have any questions? King Chu Jiang looked at the people who had quieted down and asked.

No one answered. The crowd was silent. Ma Mian looked at the effect of his deterrence and was very satisfied. He was going to go back and brag about his bravery to the bull who couldn't come because of business.

"Is there no more?" King Chu Jiang glanced around, glanced at the self-confident horse face, smiled and asked again: "Do you have any questions?"

"Huh~" Yun Ziyou coughed uncomfortably and called back the horse face outside the spirit.

Ma Mian looked at this situation, his eyes turned, and he immediately understood: "The lord has an order, tonight's night banquet, you can make fun of yourself, the lord has something to deal with, take the first step, I hope you will show your talents and win the lottery." The one who wins the first place has another reward. ”

As soon as Ma Mian's words were finished, he knelt down in a large area: "Congratulations to the lord." ”

Yun Ziyou put down the teacup that covered his facial expression, nodded with satisfaction, and drove away with the horse.

The atmosphere suddenly became warm, and everyone raised all kinds of strange or not strange questions, and King Chu Jiang answered them one by one with a smile. The atmosphere of the banquet began to reach a climax step by step.

After Yun Ziyou left with the horse face, he returned to the palace that melted into the ink.

He stood quietly for a long time, hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but twist a trick with his right hand and conjured up the Xuanguang Mirror. Inside the Xuanguang mirror is a bustling crowd of people, separated by an illusory mirror.

He still caught a glimpse of the old woman—she was looking at a piece of paper, her expression focused.

Yun Ziyou could imagine how noisy it was around her, but she sat there peacefully, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her. She lives in her own world, as quiet and beautiful as a floating lotus on the water.

Yun Ziyou suddenly felt that he couldn't stay up anymore, and the bowl of mellow and fragrant soup seemed to be still lingering at the tips of his teeth. He conjured up a skin, thinking of the place that haunted him, and walked against the wind.

Many years ago, she clearly said that she only boiled this bowl of soup for him. By the time he returned, she had forgotten her promise.

Anyone can drink the soup she boiled herself! Thinking about this, it made him even more angry! Obviously, it was not easy for him to get a chance to taste her cooking skills.

At that time, she smiled skillfully, and looked at him with a pair of sheared pupils: "Long night, do you know that there is such a poem in the world: 'From now on, the long skirt should be laughing, and you will wash your hands and make soup'?"

He leaned beside her and looked at her, folding a half-open peach blossom with dew and sweeping her cheeks, and his eyes were filled with a gentle sea: "Since you wash your hands and make soup, it will take a lifetime." ”

She looked at him and smiled, turned to get to work. Obviously, you can use spells to do it overnight. But she did everything herself. Even the firewood he was told to collect was the firewood he was told to collect.

She said that she wanted to be an ordinary couple with him, just like many people in the world, to get a good man and end up with a white head.

I don't know why, looking at her busy appearance, he felt a little sour and a little full of happiness in his heart.

He couldn't help but wrap his slender body around her from behind: "Life and death, you can only wash ~ hands ~ make ~ soup ~ soup for me alone." ”

Perhaps even he didn't pay attention to himself, and when he said that sentence, he paused word by word, how solemn it was, as if, if he was not careful, this wish would turn into a puff of green smoke and dissipate.

She smiled and pushed him, and promised, "Okay, this floating soup is only for you alone." ”

Unexpectedly, the oath was still in her ears, but she forgot it so easily. Although he didn't understand what happened when he left, she shouldn't forget him, nor should she forget the past of the two of them. Yun Ziyou clenched his hands in his sleeves hard, looked at someone close at hand, picked up a cup of tea and swallowed it.

I looked at the strange "answers" in my hand and was a little confused. To put it bluntly, the rules of the game of Chu Jiang Wang Wen Crepe are just to let people give this soup a name. After Yunzi swam away, King Chu Jiang abstained, so the current judges are still three people.