Since the start of the Panfeng Gate war, except for a few disciples with slightly lower cultivation levels, most of the disciples have chosen to cultivate in Bigu, so the cafeteria is deserted every day.

But today, the big cafeteria of the collective dormitory was full of people, for no other reason, those few disciples who had to eat on time every day, as usual, were listlessly preparing to eat casually, they were conquered by a mouthful of fish soup, so the news spread throughout the Falling Moon Valley.

Everyone knows that there is a delicious milky white fish soup in the cafeteria today, and the taste of a few side dishes is also first-class.

As a result, everyone stopped cultivating and did not heal their wounds, and the free movement of people walked to the cafeteria in groups, and many of the bedridden wounded struggled to get up, limping over, and those who really couldn't get out of bed also asked for someone to bring a bowl of soup back for themselves.

"Tiantian, who made this fish soup today?"

"Is it Fangfang?"

"No, no, it must be Shizhu, the three of them are the best at Shizhu's cooking. ”

"Whatever, another bowl!"

Mu Yang was holding a big spoon and wearing an apron, watching the scene of them eating to their heart's content in the corner, full of pride in his heart. No chef can withstand the praise of others for his cooking skills, and Muyang is naturally no exception.

At this time, Tian Tian came over and grabbed Mu Yang's arm and pushed him in front of everyone. "Senior brothers and sisters, in fact, you all guessed wrong, today's dishes are all made by Brother Mu!"

Everyone stopped the chopsticks in their hands and turned their heads to look at Muyang, and the cafeteria suddenly fell into silence.

Mu Yang was also a little embarrassed by this sudden quietness, and he didn't dare to speak while holding his breath.

After almost three breaths, except for a very few greedy people who continued to drink soup, the other disciples all gave Mu Yang a thumbs up, and Mu Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Awesome, young man, I didn't expect you to have this skill. ”

"I just said that these three girls didn't cook so well before, so they invited another master. ”

"Look at it, you can go up to the hall and get down to the kitchen, this is the partner that the nun likes, how can you be like you rough people who can only shout and kill. ”

Afterwards, everyone laughed and praised Muyang. Of course, most of these people have already had a relationship with Muyang yesterday.

Muyang untied his apron and said to everyone: "Everyone, today's dishes are all great supplements, everyone must have consumed a lot in yesterday's war, I specially matched today's nutritious lunch, I hope everyone has a happy meal!"

Many people politely thanked Muyang, then ate the rest of the dishes in a few bites, picked up the plate and hurriedly grabbed the dishes.

Since the start of the war, they have been worried every day, focusing on cultivation all day long, thinking about improving their strength as soon as possible and contributing more to the Falling Moon Valley, and few disciples will still think about eating.

However, they also developed the habit of three meals a day with the valley master, and although they were not hungry at this time, they were willing to spare a little time to eat a good meal, which could be regarded as stealing half a day of leisure.

Mu Yang thought that making such a meal at such a time should make most people have a good impression of him, and the remaining small part would not be too difficult to handle.

He handed the spoon to Tian Tian, and then filled a bowl of rice himself, squeezing into the middle of a group of disciples.

Among these disciples, most of them are some fresh faces, all of whom Mu Yang didn't take care of yesterday, taking advantage of this opportunity, Mu Yang hurriedly chatted with their family members to enhance their relationship. In his words, it's called luncheon diplomacy.

With other disciples who have already been familiar with each other to assist, the difficulty of Mu Yang's attack will be reduced a lot, and after a while, he will talk to them in a dark manner, as if they have been brothers for a long time.

And in the trading space, Brother Dog can finally have a good meal.

Since leaving Xishan Town, Muyang has never cooked a meal for it, and the meal he made for the old man has not been able to take the turn of Brother Dog.

These days, it can be greedy, this time Muyang made a few side dishes, there are not many types, but the amount is large. Before the meal, a big bucket was filled for the dog, and at this time, it was shrinking in the bucket, kicking the sky with its hind feet, and eating like crazy.

At the time of the meal, Muyang opened up the relationship between the six people again, but unfortunately, these people still didn't know about the treasure.

But Muyang was not discouraged, which was also expected, at least this meal gained a lot of favorability.

After the meal, the disciples left one after another, and many people would come over to thank Muyang before leaving.

When the people were almost gone, Muyang rolled up his sleeves and was about to clean up the tableware, but was stopped by Fangfang, "Muyang, you have worked hard enough to cook today, just leave the rest to us, you go back and rest." ”

Mu Yang thought that these three girls were not important NPCs, and it was estimated that they could almost brush up their goodwill with one meal, and now they were sincere to themselves, so he didn't insist, thanked him and left.

Brother Dog was lying on his back in the yard, crossing his legs, his stomach was bulging, "Muyang, when I was eating just now, I thought of a possibility, do you want to hear it?"

Muyang also lay on the bed, touched his stomach and said, "If there is a fart, release it quickly." ”

"Do you think that treasure could be the plant on the top of the mountain?"

Mu Yang replied while picking his teeth: "How do I know, it stands to reason that it shouldn't be, if that is a treasure, they should be able to defend it with all their might." ”

In the entire medicine mountain, except for the six major medicine areas, there are no other protective measures, which is not logical at all.

Muyang plans to take a nap first and continue his research in the afternoon. Although I practiced all night last night and now I am full of energy, but the sense of ritual is still very important, and I want to sleep beautifully after eating.

However, not long after he lay down, there was another commotion outside.

"What's the matter, what's the noise?" Mu Yang was a little irritable in his heart, and went over to open the door angrily, only to see many disciples, all of whom were running to the west.

Mu Yang didn't know why, but he happened to see Wang Liang passing by in front of the door: "Brother, what's the matter?"

"Panfeng Gate is calling again!"

Mu Yang's heart tightened,, what the hell, didn't he come here just the day before yesterday? Don't you need to rest and recuperate? Isn't this frequency a little too high?

didn't think much about it, Mu Yang hurriedly rushed out with the team.

Soon, everyone gathered in the West Mountain Valley. Unlike the army they imagined, only one person came to Panfeng Gate this time.

This is an old man, with a rickety figure, a thin complexion, like skin and bones, and a cane, and a wide black robe hanging over his small body, which looks even more mysterious and gloomy.

This old man gave people a particularly dangerous feeling, Mu Yang judged that his strength should be extremely strong, but also, cannon fodder did not dare to break into the interior of the Falling Moon Valley alone.

If it weren't for this big array, I'm afraid no one present would be able to stop him.

Wang Liang frowned, his face was a little heavy, but his shouting was full of momentum, and he had no intention of retreating, "Old ghost of Poison Peak! You dare to break into my Falling Moon Valley Great Array single-handedly!"

Poison Feng spoke in a hoarse voice, and his laughing voice was like rusty mechanical friction: "Hahaha, little dolls, don't panic, this time the old man I'm not here to find trouble, but to give gifts." ”

Wang Liang slashed his long sword, and said righteously: "I, Luoyue Valley, will never negotiate with Er and other rats, and if I want to fight, I will fight!"

"Hehe, the little doll is very impulsive, you might as well listen to my conditions first, Panfengmen doesn't want to hurt your peace. My subordinates did not listen to the commandments and came to attack, which was really presumptuous. As he spoke, he took out a wooden box from his wide sleeved robe, "This is a little sincerity on my part from the old man, you accept it, and this matter is over, how about it?"