Roast duck is a delicacy that exists in ancient times, and during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the "Food Treasures" has been recorded as 'moxibustion duck', which was a kind of court food at that time.

And the real practice is a variety of flourishing in the early Republic of China, Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang in the early years of monks and beggars have done, may be a little less oil and water in the stomach, after ascending the throne and becoming the emperor, must eat a roast duck every day.

The emperor's preference is this, the imperial kitchen will inevitably dig out the hollow to change the tricks for him to bake, and so on until the Ming Chengzu Zhu Di moved the capital to Beijing BJ North roast duck in the folk carried forward, the practice has been improved a lot, such as jujube wood pear wood as fuel open flame roasting, and the duck is to open a small hole to take the internal organs, pour boiling water and then tie the small hole and hang it in the stove to roast, so that the roasted duck skin layer is crispy, charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

In particular, the master came up to slice down four to six pieces of duck skin, called "a mouthful of fragrance", is the favorite of foodies, take the mint leaf white cake wrapped, with a little sweet noodle sauce, green onion shredded cucumber strips, a bite down, it is really full of fat and fragrant, lips and teeth fragrant.

Because this is a delicacy after the Ming Dynasty, Xi Chengjue's grandfather who was the messenger of the altar loves to eat, and the chef is also very famous in the fairy world.

Although he received a cold reception from Princess Yaoji, he was three points unwilling, two points depressed, and five points frustrated, but it had no effect on his appetite at all, sitting in front of the picnic mat and munching heartily, and said vaguely in his mouth: "Good times, good times, Brother Hu Xian has a surprise every time he gets food, I don't know where your fairy town is?"

"Speak after swallowing, look at you. For someone like him who stutters, he is full of vitality, Hu Bugui expressed his convincing, and secretly sighed that the world of foodies is really simple.

Roast duck is tired of eating this kind of three-high food, seeing Xi Chengjue staring at the duck slices with his heart, he didn't bother to wrap it up and eat it again, stared at the plate and began to ponder a detail that made him wonder today.

Princess Yaoji disliked the turbidity of mortals in the ink scholars, and was even reluctant to listen to the lectures with them.

And the worst ink masters in Fangyuan Village of Tongtian Immortal Sect are all cultivators in the foundation building period, and even many of them have reached the realm of Jindan Yuanying, so they are much stronger than him, a person who cultivates qi and consummation.

But Princess Yaoji treated him with great courtesy, which makes no sense.

When Hu Bugui first came to Tongtian Immortal Sect, he was able to leave quickly after completing the master's order, feeling that he was a scumbag transfer student, and he would be expelled from the door wall if he made a slight mistake.

Gradually, he discovered that his classmates treated him equally, and it was no accident that no one questioned that he was a mortal.

He looked at Xi Chengjue, who was selfless and happy, and suddenly asked, "Brother Xi, what kind of cultivation do you think I have?"

With his understanding of this silly white sweet young master, asking directly is the best solution, and the temptation to beat around the bush is meaningless, after all, the other party doesn't understand the routine at all.

Xi Chengjue suddenly felt that the roast duck was not fragrant, shook his head, and said honestly: "I can't see Brother Hu Xian's cultivation. ”

"Huh?" Hu Bugui heard something strange and quietly let him continue.

"I know that if you can come to the Tongtian Immortal Sect, you must at least be an earth immortal-level cultivator, otherwise you won't be able to urge the rune paper crane at all, and the other classmates in the Immortal Sect are all in the same relationship with me, but everyone knows that you are a mortal to suppress the immortal power penance, forgive me for being a shallow learner, I can't see your original cultivation at all, you should be at least one or two levels higher than me, right?" Xi Chengjue was not very sure of his answer, among the younger generation of immortal monarchs, he was considered to be a decent cultivator, but he couldn't see through the cultivation of the one in front of him.

People are always afraid of the unknown, since they can only enter the Immortal Sect at least the level of the Earth Immortal, then the level that the other party thinks they can't see through is at least the realm of the Heavenly Immortal, the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and even the Mixed Yuan Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Da Luo Jin Immortal dwells in the highest Da Luo Heaven in thirty-six days, immortal, and immortal, and has no worries in the fairyland.

For immortals, the world's fame, fortune, glory and wealth are just passing by in the long river of time, and only the ascension to the Purple Mansion and the immortal class is the eternal pursuit.

The strong are respected, especially those who are willing to abandon their original identity, pretend to be a red mortal to live in the earth realm, and hone their mental perseverance is a very respectable thing.

A thousand years ago, after a great war between immortals and demons, the ancient gods were all gone, hidden in the world, and no one knew their whereabouts or where their descendants lived.

Xi Chengjue is simple-minded, but Dazhi Ruoyu is by no means a fool, he only adheres to one principle, anyone who is recruited into the Tongtian Immortal Sect by the sect master Zhen Yuanzi definitely has an extraordinary background.

"Hmm. Hu Bugui, who was already happy in his heart, pretended to be nothing, calmly patted Xi Chengjue's shoulder, and said: "My cultivation is nothing, you will know in the future." ”

It turns out that there is this kind of setting, that is, all the disciples of the Tongtian Immortal Sect can see that he is a mortal, but they all think that he has suppressed his cultivation, and they dare not easily offend because they can't see the original immortal level.

Hu Bugui really hopes to meet the sect leader of the Tongtian Immortal Sect, Zhen Yuanzi, as soon as possible, and ask him how he should cultivate in the future.

After all, the advantages are obvious, not to mention being able to shuttle between the two worlds, just by virtue of the live broadcast to absorb aura, I am afraid that his achievements in the future will be unmatched.

After all, people's telekinesis is infinite, and for a moment he felt like the Monkey King in "Dragon Ball" who borrowed a little vitality from all things in heaven and earth.

Soon this idea was forgotten again, Sun Wukong's method was too low, and the vitality bullet could only be used as a weapon, but he could really use the aura he obtained for his own use.

Moreover, his fate and blessings are profound, not to mention anything else, let's just say that the area of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land in front of him already belongs to him, and the abundance of spiritual energy is stronger than any treasure land in the Tongtian Immortal Sect I don't know how many times.

When he took Xi Chengjue towards this place by mistake, there was always an indescribable strange feeling, as if this cave blessed land had been vacant here for an unknown number of years, just waiting for him to open it.

Every flower, tree, grass and stone here looked familiar and familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, especially the stone house, which seemed to tell him that this was the best place to build a base without being disturbed.

Hu Bugui closed his eyes for a moment, blessed to his soul, he patted Xi Chengjue on the shoulder and said, "Wait, don't disturb me." ”

Then he stood up, slowly walked to the stone house step by step, and after pushing open the wooden door, he found that the room was unusually clean, there was no trace of dust and dirt, and the furniture was all available, and in the middle was a large bed that looked very comfortable, with an elegant mattress and a curtain like green smoke.

He sat down, his heart was peaceful and quiet, and if he felt something, the aura in the dantian slowly moved between the meridians around his body.