When Dao Lin heard the sound, he saw Wei Zhengyang, who was in embarrassment, standing at the door.

"Grandpa Wei!" Dowling shouted excitedly.

Wei Zhengyang walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face.

"Are you alright? What happened next? This trip lasted for more than three months, and I was worried to death. Dowling ran over to support Wei Zhengyang and asked.

"Hey, I blamed me for being a little big that day, I didn't expect those four goods to burst out with such high power, I had to fight back with all my strength at that time, and I was ashamed to cause such a big impact." Wei Zhengyang sat on the chair next to him with his chest clutched.

"You're hurt?" Dao Wuji asked with concern.

"In order not to cause harm to the people, I led them to move to the battlefield, although they can burst out with strength comparable to mine, but it is only comparable, just as I was about to defeat them individually, the Heavenly King of the Evil Hidden Society appeared." Wei Zhengyang sighed and said.

"Heavenly King? Is that the boss of the cult? Dowling asked curiously.

"No, there are eight protectors of the Evil Treasure, each of whom is a master of the transcendent realm.

And above the Dharma Protector, there are four heavenly kings, and these four heavenly kings have the strength of the Creation Realm.

There are two vice presidents above the Heavenly King, and the specific strength of the vice president is not clear.

Anyway, their guild had escaped under the emperor's hands, so you can imagine how amazing the strength is. ”

Dowling gasped, he was able to escape under the Emperor's hands, this Cult Guild President was really a great master of turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands with rain.

"Then how did you ......" Dowling wanted to ask him how he escaped, but the words stopped.

"You want to ask me how I escaped, right, it's okay, this person who came is the third-ranked Hanhai Heavenly King, the fourth-grade Creation Realm, in the face of that kind of master, it's not ashamed to use the word escape, and it proves that I'm not bad if I can escape." Wei Zhengyang smiled and said.

"How can I say it, in fact, it is the Hanhai Heavenly King who has entrusted me with a big trust, and he can obviously kill me, but he has to play with me and disdain it, saying that I can take his palm without dying and let me go."

"Fortunately, my old bones are hard enough, and I finally blocked his palm with all my might, and I was seriously injured, and he also fulfilled his promise and left with the four Dharma protectors who were also seriously injured." Wei Zhengyang said with a smile on his face.

"In that case, why did you go so long and come back?" Dowling continued.

"He left a dark aura in me that would explode every once in a while." Wei Zhengyang said with a smile on his face.

"What then? I'm going to find you a doctor? Dao Wuji leaned over and asked anxiously.

Wei Zhengyang waved his hand and said: "Ordinary doctors can't do it at all, I came back this time to tell you, I need to rush back to the imperial capital to find the emperor to help me first, there is no way to take Dao Lin on the same road, and then I need Dao Lin to go to the imperial capital by himself." ”

Hearing this, Dao Lin didn't think there was anything to do, so he nodded, after all, Wei Zhengyang was seriously injured, and it was reasonable to take the first step.

"Anyway, are you having trouble being a 'Chunjingyi person'?" Wei Zhengyang changed his words, and his eyes fell on the plate on the operating table.

"Yes, Grandpa Wei, you must have tasted this dish made by my grandfather back then, do you know how he made it?" Dao Wuji hurriedly brought the dish over and asked.

"I just said that Tiangao didn't use ordinary fire when he made this dish back then, do you know what this sentence means?" Wei Zhengyang glanced at the dishes on the plate and said.

"Not mortal fire? Could it be that there is still some divine fire and fairy fire? Dao Wuji interjected and asked.

Wei Zhengyang didn't speak, his eyes looked at Daolin.

Dowling looked dazed, he said in his heart, his father didn't understand, how could he, a young chef who had just started, know.

"Stupid! You're so stupid! Wei Zhengyang scolded with a smile.

"This 'Chunjing Yiren' is made with the internal force of the warrior, and the internal force of the warrior is released to converge at the bottom of the pot, so as to make this dish!" Wei Zhengyang broke the mystery in one sentence.

"Internal forces?" Dowling thought for a moment.

"My grandfather is a martial artist?" This time it was Dao Wuji's turn to wonder.

"Of course! Although Tiangao's strength is not high, it is still possible to release internal force. Wei Zhengyang said with a smile.

"How is that possible? Grandpa was already in his forties when he was invited away by the emperor, how could he still enter the martial arts? Dao Wuji looked at Wei Zhengyang with an incredulous expression.

"At the beginning, Tiangao's cooking was really good, and the emperor liked it very much, but no matter how delicious the dishes were, there were times when I was tired of eating, and since then, Tiangao has come up with the idea of relying on the internal strength of the martial artist to cook."

"With the strength of the emperor, it is not difficult to make a person a warrior, isn't it easy, with the help of the emperor, soon the forty-year-old Tiangao arrived in the Kaiyuan realm, and with his internal strength, he created this seemingly simple 'Chunjing Yiren'."

The Taoist father and son suddenly realized, I see.

Wei Zhengyang smiled and continued; "It is also because of this that your Taoist has the heart to enter the martial arts."

"Grandpa, I'm a three-rank martial artist now, and I can simply release internal force and external strength, do you think I can make this dish now?" Dowling asked quietly.

"Sanpin?" A gleam flashed in Wei Zhengyang's eyes and he looked at Dao Lin.

Dao Lin nodded subconsciously, a little apprehensive in his heart, he accidentally slipped his mouth, afraid that Wei Zhengyang would find out his secret.

"When I was still here, you were just a fifth-grade martial artist, and after three months of not seeing you, did you reach a third-grade martial artist?" Wei Zhengyang stretched out his hand and grabbed Daolin's wrist, and the strength was so great that Daolin couldn't break free.

Dao Lin's eyes dodged and he didn't dare to look at Wei Zhengyang.

"It's really a third-grade martial artist, he has improved his realm by two layers in three months, and his talent is really good!" Wei Zhengyang let go of Daolin's wrist and said.

"Seeing that it has only been four months since you cultivated into the product, you have reached the third-grade martial artist, this speed has already caught up with the geniuses of the imperial capital's peers, the only regret is that they cultivated earlier than you." Wei Zhengyang praised without hesitation.

"Can I make this dish now?" Dowling's tone shifted back to cooking.

"You can try it." Wei Zhengyang nodded.

Dao Lin took a deep breath and returned to the stove, after Wei Zhengyang's guidance, he knew the operation method, only to see that he held up the iron pot with his left hand, and hung under the iron pot with his right hand.

"Focus, control the internal force released, and don't let him scatter." Wei Zhengyang came behind Daolin and said.

Dowling nodded, and the internal force continued to be released, and soon the hot air emitted from the pot, and the oil temperature gradually increased.

Then he began to operate according to the steps recorded in his grandfather's notes, stir-frying with his left hand, and controlling the release of internal force with his right hand.

"Well, yes, keep working hard, study hard, and complete the dream that Tiangao once couldn't accomplish." Wei Zhengyang said after tasting the 'Spring Jingyi People'.

"What dreams does my grandfather have?" Dowling was very happy to make this dish.

"At the beginning, the internal force was fire, and the dishes he made were already beyond ordinary products, but in the end, because the strength of the sky was high, he couldn't make any profound dishes, so it was a pity.

Your Taoists are also quite interesting, your vein listens to the ancestral teachings and does not practice martial arts and only cooks, and the other vein concentrates on cultivating martial arts and does not cook.

So until now, except for the 'Chunjingyi people', there is no other internal force to cook the dishes for the fire, which is why the last dish of Tiangao's notes is this 'Chunjingyi people'. ”