Kunlun has a big drama to watch, and Tao Yao has to join in the fun. Rushing down a hundred floors in one go, she was still full of energy. When her body and mind fluttered, she couldn't help but sigh, and the crossing inspired her nature to catch up with the excitement.

On the way to the Tu Yu Palace, Tao Yao's head always kept looking at the sky at an angle of forty-five to ninety degrees, and there was no way, someone was always sent flying.

When she arrived at the side of Siwei Mountain, her good mood was blocked by a moat. In these years, you need real skills to do something, otherwise it will be troublesome to join in the fun.

"Alas......"

If you can't watch the battle from close, then watch people get knocked away from a distance.

Outside today's Tu Yu Palace, out of thin air, there is a stage that seems to be a human competition to recruit relatives, there is a high pillar at each of the four corners of the platform, the pillar is wrapped with bright red silk, and the silk is decorated with a big red flower.

Most of the cultivators who came to fight in the ring were also dressed in red and blue.

After thinking about it for a while, it seems that mortals love to wear red and blue when they get married? Those who dare to love Kunlun immortals, selling hatred mountains is a great joy equivalent to marriage.

Thinking about it like this, her good mood dissipated a lot.

Looking at the battle in front of the Tu Yu Palace, she is not pleasing to the eye.

In the small alley in front of her house, two wild cats fought, both of which were more imposing than the cultivators. As soon as the kitten scratches it, you scratch it, I grab it, and it makes people can't take their eyes off it.

What about cultivators? Pinch a few tricks in your hand, throw a few magic weapons in your sleeve, and it's over, it's really a fog, you can't go up or down.

Oops.

Suddenly, a ball of fire flew away from the Tu Yu Hall and smashed into Tao Yao with great speed. The fire came too fast, and Tao Yao didn't have time to move, watching the fire smash an inch beside her, falling into a scorched black pit dozens of feet deep.

Looking down, there was a burnt Kunlun disciple poking in the pit.

"It's hot, it's hot—"

Isn't it hot? Mars hits the earth, how hot is the earth......

"Senior brother, are you alright?"

The scorched senior brother raised his head, put on a black cloth long winter face, and asked, "Little junior sister, can you give senior brother a rain?" ”

"Senior brother, artificial rainfall is a kind of high technology, and I haven't learned it yet."

"......," Senior Brother burst into tears, "That's it, this is Senior Brother's Samadhi True Fire, even if you can conjure up a lake and throw me into it, it won't be useful." ”

"Big brother is also on the field?"

The senior brother nodded sadly: "The four senior brothers are all on it." ”

"Damn, shameless."

"The little junior sister scolded well, what are the qualifications of the four senior brothers, even if they don't fight in the ring, they have the opportunity to sell the hateful mountain, but they are so shameless that they are fighting with our junior brothers and sisters who have never seen the fairy on the scene."

"Huh?" Tao Yao was surprised, "Senior brother hasn't seen Jing Shangxian?" ”

"Nope."

"Where did Senior Brother come to Kunlun?"

"It's been more than 300 years."

"So long?"

"It's not a long time, there are still some senior brothers who have been here for seven hundred years, and they haven't seen the immortals on the scene."

"Poor ......"

"Little junior sister, what are you talking about?"

"I mean, in order to see the immortal side of the scene, I asked the senior brother to beat it into a piece of hairless charcoal, is it worth it?"

"Hairless?!" The unknown senior brother touched his head excitedly, and the more he touched it, the more desperate he became. The worst thing is that the hair has burned out, but the fire has not been extinguished.

Tao Yao felt that if he continued to burn, the senior brother would not only be hairless, but also faceless and skinless.

In view of the miserable scene in front of her, Tao Yao couldn't bear it, so she stretched out her hand and slapped two handfuls into the pit. This fan, which was originally a fire that had died down, burst out in an instant, and burned the senior brother again.

"Senior brother, you shameless man, I lost and you tortured me, you are simply mad!"

Tao Yao quietly put her hands behind her back, pretending that nothing had happened, she just waved it casually twice, where can she call the fire to burn again, it must be the senior brother who is unsightly, so he warned in private.

"Senior brother, are you okay? Do you want me to call someone to help? ”

"No, you don't." The senior brother gritted his teeth, "It's just that I've been burned bald, give me a hundred years, and it will grow back." ”

"One Hundred Years ......"

Suddenly, another senior brother fell from the sky, seeing that the cliff side of Siwei Mountain was covered with craters of different sizes, Tao Yao realized that watching a play might be a high-risk activity, if a fire ball fell on her, would she be burned directly into a prototype?

It's just a prototype to be fired, the key is that she is a sand sculpture, there is a way that the feathered phoenix is not as good as a chicken, what about the feathered sand sculpture? I can't imagine.

"Senior brother, I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

The scorched senior brother shouted: "Little junior sister, aren't you going to try?" ”

"No, you don't."

Tao Yao, who can't see the drama, is hanging around in Siwei Mountain.

Wandering in the good peach of Kunlun flowers, the mood is still very comfortable. As she walked, she counted all kinds of flowers in the sea of flowers, plum blossoms, peonies, begonias, magnolias, bauhinia, lilacs...... Counting and counting, the peach paused, is there a common flower missing?

Which one is it?

Before she could come up with it, at the end of the road, Master Cen was carrying a fishing rod with a fat big fish hanging on the fishing rod, and walked happily this way.

"Little Daoyou?"

"Master Cen is good."

"Little Taoist friend didn't go to see the excitement?"

"It's too risky."

"Hahaha...... "There is no one in Sanwei Mountain today, so I quietly ran to catch a fish, planning to cook a pot of fish soup to quench my hunger, are you interested?" ”

"There's—"

She's so interested.

Kunlun is beautiful, Jingmei is even more beautiful, but beauty can't be eaten as a meal, every day the mountain fruit is full of hunger, and she is sick to her stomach when she eats it.

She followed Master Cen, walked and walked to the bottom of a big tree, which was so big that it almost covered half of the Siwei Mountain. Not far from the tree, there is a long, slender stream with crystal clear water.

The sound of the water was murmuring, the falling flowers were flying, and Master Cen rolled up his sleeves, intending to kill the fish and remove the scales.

"Little Daoyou?"

"Yes."

"How do you kill a fish?"

“…… Is it the first time that Master Cen has cooked fish soup today? ”

"In the early years, I was still cultivating in the human world, and at that time I wanted to cultivate as soon as possible to become a strong person, go to Kunlun, and soar to become a god, and the joy of food was just a stumbling block on the road of cultivation, how could I study it?

After learning how to cut grains, I never ate a bite of whole grains again. Today, somehow, I suddenly remembered a pot of fresh fish soup that A-Niang cooked when she was a child. ”

"Master Cen, how long have you been in Kunlun?"

"A whole thousand years."

"Huh? So long? ”

Master Cen smiled and looked at the lively fish very reluctantly: "Little Daoyou, I wanted to invite you to drink fish soup, but I said a big thing, I will go and release the big fish, and I will talk to you again when I come back." ”

"Wait-" Tao Yao snatched the fish from the master's hand at the fastest speed in her life, "Master Cen, I'll come, I'll come!" ”

Tao Yao pressed the fish to the ground while picking up the knife, and the food in his mouth must not be made to run away!

"Little Daoyou, do you know how to cook?"

How could she? She's very good at it.

Before the crossing, she was an orphan who was discarded, and she grew up inexplicably with the help of well-wishers. Later, she lived alone in a rental house, and she fed herself by herself, and if she didn't know anything, she wouldn't starve to death?

Break open the belly of the fish, leave the bubbles and roe, remove the scales of the fish, and then wash the fish inside and out. When the fish was ready, she started to make a fire and boil the water again.

After more than an hour of busyness, the fish soup came out of the pot. As soon as the lid is opened, a rich fragrance wafts out.

"Little Daoyou, it's very fragrant."

"My skills are comparable to those of a chef in a five-star hotel."

"What?"

Tao Yao smiled: "It's nothing, I'll serve soup to the master." ”

"There is labor."

A large pot of fish soup, Master Cen and her half a pot, and soon ate a pot with the bottom facing the sky.

"Happy-" Master Cen wiped his mouth with satisfaction, "Little Daoist, I think now that if you can go up to the Hate Mountain, it can't be said to be the blessing of the immortals on the scenery." ”

"Just because I know how to cook fish soup?"

"Little Taoist, you know the beauty of the world, where is the beauty?"

"Huh?"

"The most beautiful thing in the world is the fireworks, and the so-called fireworks are in a porridge and a meal. Jingshangxian has been lonely for too long, he feels sorry for Kunlun and the world, so he is bound to the mountain of hatred and lonely for a thousand years.

But the past is wrong, and it is not his fault, not to mention that he has not been wrong. But these words, Jing Shangxian couldn't hear them.

That's a thousand years. ”

"Master Cen, are you saying that the reason why Jing Shangxian stays alone in the Mountain of Hatred is not because he likes to be pure, but because he is punishing himself?"

Master Cen smiled and did not answer.

"Cengfu—"

Master Cen flicked his sleeves and got up with a smile: "Little Daoyou, your fish soup is cooked very well, tomorrow I will catch another fish, and you will come to cook soup for me, okay?" ”

Meow, is this going to be a free cook? It's okay to be a cook, it's free, no way!

"It's my honor to be able to serve Master Cen, but it's just ......"

"Just?"

"Master Cen, you are from the world, you should know that there is a saying in the world, there is no free lunch in the world, the master wants me to cook soup, I can't refuse, but should the master have something to compensate?"

Master Cen smiled again: "What does the little Taoist want?" ”

"I heard that the exam questions in the finals were made by Jing Shangxian himself?"

"Not bad."

It's really Xichen's own pro!

"Master Cen, how is our relationship?"

"Very good."

"The disciple asked, should the master try his best to answer?"

"It's nature."

"Dare to ask Master Cen, what will be tested in the finals?"

"Hahaha......" Master Cen burst into laughter, leaning forward and leaning back with laughter, "Little Daoyou, little Daoyou, you are really interesting." ”

“……”

"I don't mind leaking the exam questions to my friends, but I really don't know what the exam questions are."

"Huh." Swindler!

"Little Daoyou, as a master, you shouldn't deceive your students, although I haven't started classes for a long time, I haven't forgotten the character that masters should abide by." Master Cen waved his sleeves and floated away.

"Little Taoist friend, there is a saying in the world, there is a fate to meet thousands of miles away, but there is no chance to meet on the other side. There are some things that should not be forced if they cannot be forced. ”

"I'm going to force it!"

Master Cen stumbled and almost slipped to it, and he turned around helplessly: "Little Daoyou, the twisted melon is not sweet." ”

"At least a melon."

“……”

"The melon is not sweet, but it looks beautiful."

Master Cen was speechless: "That's it......"

"Master, I'll cook fish for you tomorrow—"

What's not sweet in melon, isn't there still a delicious fish soup?