Chapter Twenty-Four: "Cooking! Learning to Control Rhyme"

"And then?" asked Yuedie curiously.

"There is also the realm of being able to grasp neutralization. ”

Guo'er swallowed: "It's like... It's amazing. ”

"Don't worry, the last one is the hardest, that... It is... Possess the perceptual skills of piercing souls. ”

"Without further ado, let's get started right away. The two said excitedly:

Ling Baixing looked helpless: "Why do you feel like it... Weird?"

A few minutes later.

Moon Butterfly Dead Fish Eyes: "Heh... Cooking fire... ”

Guo'er looked desperate: "Heh... The Realm of Neutralization ... ”

Ling Baixing was shocked: "Uh... Originally... Piercing the Soul of Perception ... Originally... It's cooking. ”

"What the hell!" Moon Butterfly was furious:

The old man coughed: "Young man, this is not so simple. ”

"What? Hmph, isn't it just cooking? What's so difficult. Yuedie said disdainfully:

Nazong, "That, Sect Master, what are you thinking?"

"Oh, it's Yinmu, it's not yet... ”

"Is it because of the moon butterfly?"

"You still know me... ”

"What do you want Moon Butterfly to do?"

"Actually... She's still a nice cat... Pity... ”

"What a pity?"

"Doing things with a big grin... Especially her. Cooking. ”

"Why?"

“。。。。 "Sect Master Nalan has a black line, as if he is recalling some dark history.

"Uh... Yinmu sweated.

"By the way, didn't you say you were going out and see the world?"

When Yin Mu heard this, he was very happy, but he hadn't lost his etiquette: "Well, Sect Master... You.. Agreed?"

"Go for it... Be careful on the road. ”

"Thank you, Sect Master. ”

Looking at the back of Yinmu leaving, he left Nalan Sect Master with a cat, at this time... He finally couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach...

It looks like the moon butterfly did it... Possible...

"Hmph, isn't it just cooking? Yuedie said confidently: "When I was a child, I cooked for Grandpa Nalan in Nazong every day, and every time he ate it, he had an endless aftertaste, and he couldn't even speak." ”

Ling Baixing: "It looks like your grandfather has to have someone with a story... ”

Guo'er picked up the scales and thorn grass of the hemp fish: "Is this the ingredient?"

The old man touched his beard: "Yes, I can finally be lazy." ”

"Let me come, I learned how to cook in Yulan Village before. ”

Yuedie said regretfully, "Well, it looks like you won't be able to taste this girl's heavenly delicacy." ”

Ling Baixing: "I don't want to eat the goose. ”

"Okay, let's get started. "The old man was lying on a soft leaf.

Guo'er confidently began to cook: "Hehe, hey, I'm the best at cooking rice or something." ”

"Is it really that simple?" said the old man with a smile.

"What?" Guo'er suddenly found that as soon as the scales and thorn grass entered the pot, they began to vibrate violently, emitting billowing black smoke, and then fryed the pot gorgeously.

"Eh, eh... The fruit turned gray.

Yuedie discovered the strangeness: "It seems that once these two ingredients are cooked together, there will be an elimination reaction... Well... Come on, fruit!"

The old man licked his saliva: "Although it is difficult to make, the soup cooked with hemp scales and thorn grass is very delicious, and I can't wait." ”

"I've already failed once, and I'm going to be careful this time. Guo'er cautiously said, "I will definitely succeed this time." ”

Ling Baixing is already catching butterflies.

"Hmmm... "The fruit slowly put the thorn grass down, stirred slightly, and then slowly threw the flax scales in...

"Hmm... Guo'er hurriedly held on to the pot, and the inside began to shake again.

Looking at Guo'er's face of black smoke, Yuedie couldn't help it: "Forget it, let's let Chef Ben come." ”

"Are you possessed by the Spirit White Star? Guo'er said.

Skipped the hour, and the two of them were black.

The old man said proudly, "It seems, this is still too difficult for you." ”

Yuedie stubbornly said: "No, I don't believe it." ”

Guo'er found some clues: "Sister Yuedie, use rhyme to perceive it." ”

"Huh, what, use rhyme to cook?"

The fruit snatched the spoon, stirred carefully, and slowly put the thorn grass down, feeling the temperature of the thorn grass, all its changes...

"Oh, I see. Moon Butterfly suddenly realized.

"Hmm... Poor control... "The rhyme of the fruit is still too weak to perceive two things at the same time.

"I've learned, let me try. Yuedie said confidently:

Ling Baixing had already slept with the old man: "Come on, call me when you are ready." ”

Feel... All...

Yuedie sank into her heart, slowly perceiving everything about the thorn grass with rhyme, threw it into the pot, stirred it carefully, and connected it with a trace of rhyme, "The fire is big... Moon Butterfly lowered the flame with her rhyme power, and continued to cook the thorn grass, letting the thorn grass slowly boil and rot, and threw the hemp scales into it.

"It's over. Guo'er closed her eyes.

"Woohoo. Moon Butterfly stirred the soup quickly.

"Huh?" Guo'er slowly opened her eyes.

The flax scales and the thorn grass swam in the soup, and no matter how much they stirred, they did not touch each other.

"This... Is that what the old man said, the fire of cooking and the power of neutralization?"

Only the moon butterfly knows that its rhyme turns into a rhyming thread, connecting the scales and the grass, moving slightly and stirring...

Slowly, the aroma appeared, wafting through the forest.

"Wow... Sister Yuedie, you succeeded. Guo'er exclaimed.

Ling Baixing smelled the fragrance and moved, and shed a river mouth: "This is in line with my noble temperament, let me taste it." ”

Ling Baixing floated to the edge of the soup and tried it with a spoon.

"How's it taste?" said the two of them urgently.

"Good。。。。。 Disgusting... Vomit.... Ling Baixing spat out.

Yuedie's heart collapsed, and the corners were circled: "How could it be... Boom... ”

At this time, the old man slowly got up: "You did a good job, kid, but well, this soup is still a little bit of something." ”

"What?" asked Guo'er.

The old man's hand shook, and the pieces of sesame fish fell into the pot, and it didn't take long for the fragrance to become stronger.

Ling Baixing said with palpitations: "Why do you try everything with me." ”

"You go and try, you can't die anyway. ”

"Okay... Suck and slip. ”

"Is it good?"