Xiangcheng, one of the hundreds of small towns near thousands of miles of scorched earth, is named because it faces the river opposite the Baihua Valley and fills the city with fragrance all year round.

Zhang Xiaoliu's ancestors have lived in Xiangcheng for generations, there is a small house near the gate of the south city, there is a door face facing the city gate street, and the family has made a steamed bun workshop, selling dry food to passers-by and providing water and pickles. Business is also counted as a pass.

In the area of Zhang Xiaoliu's father, the desire to get ahead in the family suddenly broke out, and all the hopes were pressed on the shoulders of Zhang Xiaoliu's father, but Zhang Xiaoliu's father's choice was to cultivate immortals.

Cultivating immortals is an unattainable desire. The ancestors have lived at the gate of the city for generations, and the immortals who come and go do not know how many they have seen, and it is absolutely a lie to say that they do not envy and desire. However, they also knew that it was definitely not a simple matter to find a master to cultivate immortals.

The goal was set, in order to support Zhang Xiaoliu's father, the family opened a small steamed bun workshop into a tavern that was open all day, and they were tired and tired just to make a few more money. Zhang was six or eight years old that year.

After saving for ten years in a row, Zhang Xiaoliu's father resolutely took the money and left. As the next generation of family heads, it is naturally his turn to call the shots in this tavern.

After borrowing some money, eighteen-year-old Zhang Xiaoliu renovated the tavern that had contributed to his family for ten years and replaced it with a new signboard of "Eight Big Bowls", which was considered to be reopened.

There are few people in the family, the father asks for immortals, the grandmother dies, and the only one who can help Zhang Xiaoliu and Zhang Luo is the mother. I have been working in a tavern for ten years in the proprietress of the proprietress and nothing else, but it is a must to make the appetizers.

So Zhang Xiaoliu asked his mother to make eight different dishes in eight pots every day, lined up in front of the door, and heated them on the big coal stove. In addition to a counter that collects money, there are only four large tables left in the small storefront.

When someone came to eat, Zhang Xiaoliu didn't greet him, just sat there. It wasn't until there were ten people sitting down that he came up to give eight large bowls of dishes, a pair of chopsticks for each person, and everything like rice and tea was on a big table in the corner, and he could eat as much as he wanted. When everyone at the table had eaten and wiped clean and had a round belly, his mother would go over and reach out and collect the money, twenty cents per person.

In Xiangcheng, three or five people will need at least one or two silver to eat something good first, and it is even more expensive to go in and out of the big restaurant to eat a banquet. There is really no place like Zhang Xiaoliu who can eat eight hard dishes for twenty yuan and can eat a pot-bellied man.

So it came and went. Zhang Xiaoliu's "Eight Big Bowls" are famous in Xiangcheng.

It's not that there are people who want to imitate, but those with little capital can't hire a smart chef with high income, and those with more money can't look down on these three melons and two dates, so he has become the only one.

In the past few years, many foreigners who have come to Xiangcheng have come to admire it. So Zhang Xiaoliu's small profits and quick sales can be regarded as small and has a net worth.

It rained heavily on this day, Zhang Xiaoliu had a rare sleep, and he got up an hour later than usual when he opened the store. The old lady had already stewed all eight cauldrons, and the appetizing aroma filled the room.

opened the door of the store, and Zhang Xiaoliu suddenly found that there was a person standing under the rain outside the door. Dressed in a white robe, his long untreated hair hung straight down his waist, and he was blown by the wind.

It's an immortal!

Suddenly, such an idea popped up in Zhang Xiaoliu's mind.

Almost meaningless. He took a few steps forward, arched his hand and said, "This guest officer, the rain is strong and the wind is strong." There are no customers in the small shop, so why not come in and take shelter from the wind and rain! ”

The white-robed man turned around, and his two slender and long flowing eyebrows left a deep impression on Zhang Xiaoliu.

He nodded and said, "Excuse me!" ”

This person is Bai Mei, and Xiangcheng is a city he encountered after coming out of the scorched earth for thousands of miles. The vitality of heaven and earth was enriched to a new height here, making him linger.

He was curious about what he called the Second Dimension, and he wanted to explore the world, but there was an important problem that bothered him - he was hungry!

At first, he found that there was an abnormal signal coming from his body, and Bai Mei carefully sensed the condition of his whole body, and finally came to this result that made him stunned.

How many years. In his impression, this feeling had never appeared since he stepped on the path of cultivating immortals.

What about the effect of your own Bigu? Without?

After studying for a few days, the situation of the rebellion in the abdomen was getting bigger, so Bai Mei had to think about eating.

The first one, of course, was to buy it. It's a bustling little town, and you buy and sell a lot. However, what embarrassed him was that he had no money.

The second option, steal. It's convenient, you don't need money, and you can also use the excuse of Jianghu relief or the big husband's informality. As the head of a faction, Bai Mei is naturally not a corrupt defender ideologically. However, after a simple attempt, and after dozens of city defenders whose mana was slightly inferior to him frantically chased after him, Bai Mei decisively gave up.

Of course, the inadvertent discovery of more than a dozen unfathomable people during the escape should also be regarded as an important reason.

Third, go out of the city to hunt and cook. It should have been a more reliable attention, but after a "police catch a thief", he was a little mentally blocked approaching the city gate.

So, in the end, I had to go hungry. The conclusion is that

One, this world has really changed, and his own strength is definitely not enough here.

Second, the physique that was originally beyond heaven and earth seems to have regained its physiological cycle after the ascension and remodeling, and it is estimated that cultivation will have to start from scratch.

Third, the monks in this space are really powerful, so they don't have to worry too much about finding weapons. But gathering information in this regard remains a top priority.

Several conclusions were reached, but the stomach was still hungry. Fortunately, the reshaped body is quite anti-hunger, and after five or six days, although the stomach rebellion is becoming more and more frequent, the body can still support it.

"Goo~~"

Just walked into the shop, Bai Mei flicked his sleeves in the style of a handsome guy, ready to pose to look at the rain, but he didn't expect to be hit by the aroma of food, and his stomach began to rebel again.

Bai Mei was very embarrassed, and he wanted to hide it but didn't know how to hide it, and he was a little stunned for a while.

Zhang Xiaoliu laughed instead, it is rare for immortals to be hungry. However, the immortals who enter their own shop on a rainy day can be hungry, and it seems that I should receive the blessing source.

At that moment, he was not in a hurry to get close to Bai Mei, he turned directly to the back and took out eight large bowls, quickly made the dishes, put them in front of Bai Mei, and carefully took out a small wooden barrel from behind, opened it to see, but it was crystal clear pearl rice.

The size is consistent, the grains are distinct, the aroma is surging, and the vitality is full.

In an instant, Bai Mei judged that this was definitely a rare ingredient.

Bai Mei looked up at Zhang Xiaoliu, Zhang Xiaoliu smiled and didn't speak, just put down a bowl of tea and made a gesture of inviting the meal.

Bai Mei nodded and arched his hand, not pretentious, just picked up the bowl and started eating.

He was really hungry. The body reshaped by Ascension is equivalent to a newborn baby, although the starting point of this baby is much higher, but without a mouthful of water and rice into the stomach, the body will definitely not be able to fit perfectly with this plane.

"Immortal Chang is from outside to participate in the entrance examination of the Qingyun Mountain Outer Gate Annex!" Zhang Xiaoliu tried to answer Bai Mei, but he only found such a rumor that he heard from the guests' casual chats a few days ago. As for the various immortal rumors and deeds that he usually collected because he missed his father, he didn't dare to take them out.

"Huh? Do you know about Qingyun Mountain? Bai Mei shook his hand, although his face was silent, but his heart was full of joy.

Zhang Xiaoliu saw that it attracted the attention of the immortals, and proudly touched the mustache on his mouth, and said: "Although the little one is a secular person, his ancestors have been eager to step into the immortal road for generations, and he runs such a small shop, and there are many customers coming and going from the south to the north, and he will always bring some news." ”

Although Zhang Xiaoliu wanted to express how much he longed for the immortal path through these words, so as to gain the favor of the immortals in front of him, the plan was wrong at the beginning, but he achieved his goal crookedly.

Bai Mei put down the bowl this time, with a rare smile on his face, and said to Zhang Xiaoliu: "Tell me!" (To be continued......)