The skin of the golden feather chicken is browned, the oil-rich leather is smoked and crispy, and along with the aroma of the meat, there is a burst of fresh grass and wood. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The color and fragrance arouse people's appetite.

The real person of Yushan glanced at Yang Jun and turned his head to nibble on the chicken.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, you have to eat it hot!

When it is cold, the skin softens and the aroma dissipates. The real person of Gangshan is the person who is most reluctant to destroy the heavens.

"You are extremely talented, you are both spiritual and martial arts, and you are the first person in Xuantian Sect in tens of thousands of years."

Yang Jun presented the offering, and when he saw that the real people of Yushan were eating happily, he smiled so much that his fangs were gone, and he threw out his purpose: "Just teach the disciples to teach the experience!" ”

Jiang Linxian once said that this old ancestor's qualifications are also outstanding in Xuantianmen, a place where there are many singers, and he has been promoted to a warrior within three years of entry.

This cultivation speed, compared to Chu Ke, is simply sitting in the sky.

Moreover, the real person of Yushan is a spiritual martial arts cultivator, and in less than ten years when he needs to go hand in hand, he will be promoted to the first spiritual martial arts double / cultivation young master of Xuantian Gate.

But it was at this juncture that his continuation was the first regression.

Of course, Yang Jun didn't come to poke at the old scars of the real people in Gangshan Mountain.

This old ancestor is very talented, and he is also the person in the Xuantian Sect who has the most say in the cultivation of spiritual martial arts.

Yang Jun really felt that he was lucky.

"Hey, hey, hey."

The real person of Yushan solved a chicken in three or two clicks, but he ignored Yang Jun's words, his eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile.

"Do you remember what I came to you for?"

Yang Jun really thought about it seriously.

"This little doll's qualifications are too poor, you can't look down on it, it just so happens that I lack a kid who pours tea and water, so that's it!"

Word for word, that's what the real people of Yushan said in the Shengyun Palace.

Yushan Zhenren smiled again: "You have to ask for a reward for what you have done, is there such a reason?" ”

"That's right...... Serving tea and pouring water," Yang Jun scratched his head, with a sincere expression, "But isn't the disciple serving tea and pouring water?" It's something that doesn't ......"

Excuse me, but I'm doing an additional question.

The real person of Yushan stiffened, and snorted coldly: "If you take a golden feather chicken, you will have to change the experience of the mountain people." When I'm somewhere here! ”

Yang Jun's smile remained unchanged, and he took out another golden feather chicken from the bag.

"You always see, a problem that can't be solved by one golden feather chicken, can two do?"

For foodies, since you can't solve it with one golden feather chicken, then two, two can't do it, and there are three.

In short, Yang Jun secretly said that he must take down the real person of Yushan.

The real person of Yushan smelled the smell of meat, and his saliva was about to come down.

"You, stinky boy! How did you get this chicken, the meat smells of leaves. ”

Yang Jun pursed his lips, feeling that the real people of Gangshan did not know the goods.

You're still an old foodie, what kind of leaves smell, it's the smell of bay leaves.

He found that there were several kinds of trees and shrubs with natural aromas on the mountain, so he found the bark and leaves and threw them into the fire of the roast chicken, and the whole chicken was imbued with this fragrance, and even the skin was more golden in color, and it seemed that the person had a great appetite.

Yang Jun can see that the real people in Gangshan are delicious, but they are just a bold pie, a big pot of water and a big lump of meat, even if it is cooked.

This method is simple and easy, it's not that it's not unpalatable, it's just too simple.

To capture a person's heart, you must first grasp his stomach. Ah no, it's a man-eating mouth.

If you make your ancestors happy, you can put forward conditions, and it's best to respond to your needs! Yang Jun thought to himself.

For foodies, you just have to do what you like!

But thinking of the real person who said last night, he has lived for so long, what hasn't he eaten?

The Tieli Green Mane Beast cooked by the real people of Gangshan last night, the soup and meat taste are not light at all, and the saltiness is moderate. Eat hundreds of catties of meat at a meal, how can you take dozens of catties of salt at a time.

Just look at the posture of pouring salt last night, saying that he has eaten more salt in his life than he has eaten, Yang Jun is one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand believes.

He had to bring some novelty to this old ancestor.

This old gluttonous worm really took the bait, and only after eating the second one has already been responded.

Yang Jun smiled innocently: "You eat first, and I'll tell you in detail after eating." ”

Seeing that the kid in front of him was smiling maliciously and treacherously, could the real person of Gangshan not know what his idea was?

But can you be willing not to eat the chicken in your mouth?

It has to be!

The real person of Yushan reminisced about the feeling of leaving a fragrant lip and tooth, and as soon as he fished it out with his hands, he had already eaten a golden feather chicken in three or two bites.

"Now, for the sake of these two golden feathered chickens, I will reluctantly point you out a few words of difficulty."

The real person of the mountain leaned on the stone and basked in the sun and looked sleepy, "If there is anything you want to know, just ask!" ”

"Don't you want to know what's added to the Golden Feather Chicken to make it so fragrant?"

Yushan Zhenren glanced at him with disdain and said, "With you stinky boy here, I want to know what to do with this!" ”

Yang Jun raised the back of his hand and wiped the tip of his nose.

It's good that you're always happy, whatever you say, as long as you promise to teach me what you do.

Under the clouds, deep in the dungeon.

The dungeon of the Xuantianmen Punishment Hall is located in the belly of the mountain of Jiangyuntai. There are twelve stone pillars in the Jiangyun Palace, and there are hard stones all around.

If a Xuantian Sect disciple makes a mistake, the heads of the sect and the elders usually hold a large meeting in Jiangyuntai to discuss how to deal with it.

Therefore, the dungeon of the Hall of Punishment was set up in the Qianyuntai.

This dungeon is very solid.

At least that's what Mu Yizhen thought before today.

Most of the mistakes made by the disciples of the Xuantian Sect were against some rules and regulations that did not involve their lives, and there were not many times when they could be used in the dungeon of the Hall of Punishment.

And this time, because the matter involved blood cultivation, it implicated the lives of dozens of Xuantian Sect disciples.

Wang Yue was not only imprisoned in the dungeon under the Qianyun Terrace, but also the two bigwigs above his head sat together.

Mu Yizhen wanted to interrogate Wang Yue, and he also stayed in Jiangyuntai and was accompanied by Elder Qingyun who was on duty.

After Elder Qingyun dismissed the meeting yesterday, he personally went to the side hall to clean up the soul lamps of all the disciples of Xuantian Sect.

Except for the eighty-three soul lamps that the steward came to report death yesterday, there was no other movement.

That soul lamp, Qingyun Zhenren has seen it, and there is nothing wrong with it.

And after Wang Yue woke up, he also looked confused, and he didn't ask any useful words.

At this time, Mu Yizhen and Qingyun Zhenren were sitting in the side hall of Jiangyun Pavilion.

Unlike yesterday's main hall, the doors and windows of this side hall were wide open, and the winter wind blew in from the outside and flew out in a whirlpool.

On both sides of the wall in the hall are stacked one bookcase after another, high, large, and wide, like wall after wall, which is densely packed with scrolls.

The wind whined through the cracks in the bookshelves.

Qingyun Zhenren and Mu Yizhen sat on the low couch in front of the window.

On the couch is a small kang table less than two feet long, with a pot and two cups on the table. There was a mist in the spout of the teapot, wafting out of the spout.

Qingyun Zhenren raised his hand and poured a cup of tea for Mu Yizhen and himself.

"Senior Brother Mu Yi is not going to interrogate?"

Mu Yizhen's eyes looked out the window.

The sun pours on the clouds, and the golden light is shining, which is the most common scenery on the clouds.

Mu Yizhen stared outside like this, his eyes didn't blink, as if he was looking at some strange scene.

Just when Qingyun Zhenren thought that he would not answer, Mu Yizhen knocked on the anti-kang table: "I am delirious, and it is useless to ask." ”

Qingyun Zhenren lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

He knew that Mu Yizhen's words couldn't be simpler, but they contained a lot of meanings.

After Wang Yue was knocked down by Yang Jun yesterday, he has been unconscious.

Although he had practiced the exercises of blood cultivation, he was not profound, and he was only a beginner.

Because of the conflict between the blood cultivation method and the Xuantianmen decent cultivation method, Wang Yue was hit in the face by the real person of Gangshan Mountain yesterday, but in fact, it was pressed on the acupuncture points behind the ear, which stimulated the conflict between the blood cultivation method and the Xuantianmen exercises. Only then will the subcutaneous blood vessels all over his body leak blood, and his skin will be red.

If it weren't for that, Yang Jun would not have been able to press him to the ground with a light touch of the Ten Thousand Butcher Knife.

Wang Yue, who was already in a daze, was hit in the back of his head and fainted, and it was not until late last night that the steward came to wake up.

Mu Yizhen rushed over without a moment's delay, but what he saw was a person who was dumbfounded and delirious.

Wang Yue, stupid.

Mu Yizhen also raised his teacup.

Instead of drinking tea, he frowned at the vapor coming out of the teacup.

Because of his perennial facial cleans, Mu Yizhen's cheeks, which were not too old, showed deep marks like a knife and an axe.

At this time, it was even more because of the frowning brows, and a deep "river" appeared between the eyebrows, like a canyon washed by a river.

"Delirious...... Who is this hand? ”

With the issuance of this question, the canyon of the word "Chuan" between Mu Yizhen's eyebrows became deeper.

Qingyun Zhenren also frowned.

Who did this to you?

The first person who came into contact with Wang Yue yesterday was Tie Zheng, a disciple of Yin Gefeng, and the two had fought in the ring.

followed by the real person of Yushan, who slapped Wang Yue twice.

After that, which disciple named Chu Ke, oh, no, now it's their junior brother. Chu Ke knocked down the crazy Wang Yue.

Later, Wang Yue was taken into custody by the two stewards of the Wendao Hall, and then handed over to the Xingming Hall.

Qingyun Zhenren shook his head at Mu Yizhen.

He couldn't think of it.

There was also a scroll at his feet, and when he put down the teacup, Qingyun Zhenren reached out and picked it up and slowly unfolded it.

This is the historical record of blood cultivation in Xuantianmen.

There must be more blood cultivation hidden in the Xuantian Gate, and he has to find out what kind of characteristics the blood cultivation at each stage have.

Bang.

Mu Yizhen put the teacup that he hadn't drunk back on the kang table.

With this stirring, a puddle of tea flew out of the mouth of the cup, splashing the tabletop.

Seeing the person through the wide open window, Mu Yizhen's face became gloomy, the thin cheek muscles were concave, and the cheekbones on both sides appeared higher.

Qingyun Zhenren also frowned when he saw that the person who came was the steward of the Criminal Name Hall.

"Elder," the voice in charge was a little eager, "Wang Yue, dead." (To be continued.) )