Mu Tao stood halfway up the mountain, looking at the stone bridge under Tongzi Peak, which was foggy at the moment, and under the stone bridge, there was a rushing river.

For some reason, she always felt a strange aura lingering around her.

"Mu Tao, it's time to eat." Fu Qi came to Mu Tao's side and said with a smile.

"Hmm." Mu Tao walked straight towards Xia Ze's cooking place.

There are thousands of chefs in the world, and most of the people who can cook delicious dishes are the skills of masters who have accumulated over the years of endorsement and stealing masters.

But to say that there is talent in cooking, it is not enough to just memorize it, those who are really good at cooking must love to eat from the bottom of their hearts, and then understand the amount of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar from ordinary days, when to adjust the oil, when to thicken, according to the nature of the ingredients themselves, each has its own method.

The carp that was caught was placed in a small puddle surrounded by stones by Xia Ze, and a piece of ginger was put in, and the carp choked and vomited mud and sand.

When the carp vomited almost the mud and sand in its belly, Xia Ze simply used a chopstick to remove all the fish gall bladders and gills in the fish's abdomen, and then remove the scales.

"Why don't you disembowel, this carp?" Li You stood by the pot and watched Xia Ze busy alone.

Xia Ze smiled without saying a word, grabbed a handful of herbs picked from the mountain, stuffed the fish maw from the fish's mouth, heated the pot, added oil, fried the fish body until golden on both sides, and poured in the boiling water that had already boiled.

The fish soup in the pot, gurgling and boiling, showing an attractive milky white, and a refreshing aroma of herbs, just when Li You was amazed, Xia Ze casually threw a pair of red sauce into the pot, and the pure white fish soup was added with a touch of spicy red in an instant.

Even Li You, who is not proficient in cooking on weekdays, has to sigh that watching Xia Ze cook is a very enjoyable enjoyment, and at the same time, it is like the eighteen bends of the mountain road, which is extremely exciting and crazy.

Xia Ze chopped the chili pepper and a slightly sour wild fruit and threw it into the pot, and after a while, the fragrance of this spicy fish soup was carried to all parts of it by a gust of wind, attracting the mountain sects, headhunters, and they all stood up to find the source of this aroma.

Mu Tao smelled the fragrance, walked a lot faster, and finally found that the source of the fragrance was his own, and was immediately ecstatic, and the moving eyes that were shining did not leave the pot for a moment.

Xia Ze took out the cooking cakes baked by the fire and distributed them to everyone, and smiled lightly at Mu Tao: "It's time to eat." ”

For dinner, it was spicy fish soup and grilled pancakes, and the seven or eight catfish that Li You and Fu Qi caught unhurriedly were spread out on a red-hot stone slab and fried in oil, sprinkled with chopped soybean leaves, which tasted unique.

Taking a bite of the cooking cake and drinking the spicy fish soup, Mu Tao and Li You were impressed in an instant, and Fu Qi sighed that his cooking ability was in front of him, and it was simply a hatchet.

"Xia Xiaoer? It's you? "There was an old man coming from the ridge closest to the locust crossing.

"Grandpa Song?" Xia Ze looked a little surprised, and quickly stood up.

"Hahahaha, your pot of fish soup is really fragrant, I can smell it from afar. Can you let the old man join in and have a meal? The old man shook the gourd in his hand.

"Look at what you said, add some dishes and chopsticks." Xia Ze hurriedly greeted, Mu Tao stood up and gave a blessing, and then made room for the old man.

The old man's name is Song Xi, the most famous Feishu headhunter in the town, when he was young, he dared to go to Daqi alone with a simple knife, and met a mountain master who was refining Qi halfway, and taught him some Kanxing and Fu Fei skills, and then he returned to Yunxi Town, becoming the first batch of golden Feishu to open up the headhunting route.

The old man took the steaming bowl of fish soup and cooking cakes, and took a bite of it, and the accumulated summer heat was swept away with sweat.

"Xia Xiaoer, this year is the first time you have been a headhunter." Song Xi took out five wine glasses, poured the wine in the gourd into the cups, and distributed them to everyone.

Xia Ze nodded and took the wine, to say that this Song Xi Song Grandpa is really his benefactor, when he was very young, he often fished and picked bird eggs in the mountains to beg for a living, and Song Xi walked around the mountains when he had nothing to do.

Seeing that the little doll was not as high as his belly, the whole person was tanned by the sun, skinny, and pitiful, so he taught him the skills of fishing and climbing trees, and under his guidance, Xia Ze began to collect the literary toys scattered around him little by little, and gradually figured out the route to the horse crying grave, and survived the most difficult years, which is the thing that Xia Ze is most grateful to the old man in his heart.

"You little dolls, you dare to come to this horse to cry at a young age, you must be a qi refiner with a skill, don't blame the old man for talking too much, he is really a young talent, so that the old man has to obey the old." Song Xile drank the fish soup in the bowl into his stomach.

Li You and Fu Qi are not very good at dealing with the living, they only care about drinking, only Mu Tao and the old man push the cup and change the lamp, and they talk very happily.

"It's actually from so far away from Long Shengzhou? This fog is very weird, I am afraid that there is a demon who knows that the strangers want to enter the mountain to 'worship the ancestors', and set off a miasma here in advance, wanting to rob the road, the old man is ashamed, this trip into the mountain encountered this fog, the method let me use it all over again, but still helpless, the entrusted customer scolded a dog blood spray, it is really the old man who is angry. ”

When the old man talked about this, he was full of complaints, and the original mellow osmanthus wine in the cup was extremely bitter in his mouth.

"Grandpa Song, can't you do anything about it?" Xia Ze asked.

The old man swallowed the wine and shook his head: "Little girl, although the old man is helpless in the face of this fog, but in and out of this horse crying grave for so many years, he is quite familiar with this route, why don't we go into the mountains together, and then have a response, and when you find the place you want to go, and then part ways, how about it?" ”

Mu Tao thought for a moment, asked the opinions of the other three again, and gave a blessing again: "Then trouble your old man." ”

The old man smiled: "Where, it will be regarded as thanking for this meal." ”

At the campfire in the barracks, a sloppy black dwarf man came down, holding a rice bowl in his hand, following the taste, and the pace down the mountain was much faster.

Walking to the pot in three or two steps, looking at the fish soup in the pot salivating, he said to Xia Ze: "Boy, reward your grandfather with two mouthfuls of rice?" ”

Xia Ze rolled his eyes angrily: "Who are you?" ”

"I'm your grandfather," the black dwarf man picked up the rice bowl and scooped a big spoonful into the pot.

"Yo, Mr. Song, you are also there, do you still have wine? Reward me with two bites? ”

Song Xi quipped: "Stinky boy, I haven't been stunned for most of my life, your father's name has helped you fight for a lot of anger, but let go of An's birthday, but follow those soldiers and ruffians to suffer from this nest of anger?" ”

Zu Xi stuffed his head to eat fish and drink soup: "Life is forced, and the people don't fight with officials." ”

On the top of the mountain, a soldier shouted loudly surnamed Zu, you roll over to Lao Tzu.

The swarthy man immediately put down the rice bowl in his hand, piled up a smile and ran up, extremely obscene.

When the man left, Song Xi chatted with Xia Ze Mutao and the four of them about the experience of traveling in the Great Zhou in the early years, and then left satisfied.

On the trail, Song Xi and Xia Ze put their hands behind their backs, and when they looked up, they saw the bright galaxy, and the breeze in the mountains was very cool, blowing and blowing away the wine.

"Xia Xiaoer, you are not small, in the first year of opening, you took the grass, but you did a job like Feishu, what do you want? If you want money, you don't want to die, or do you like that Nizi just now? Song Hee burped.

Xia Ze smiled and was silent.

"Silly boy, even if you have a favorite woman, it's not that you are stupid to pay unilaterally with a force, there are skills here, you have to pay attention to detours, you want to indulge in the past, you want to do what you like, it's all knowledge, you, or too inexperienced."

"Oh? Why don't you teach me a few tricks, Grandpa Song. Xia Ze came to be interested.

Unexpectedly, Song Xi didn't talk about this: "This trip to the horse crying grave is destined to be extremely dangerous, especially the horse crying grave, for the sake of safety, you and your group are still closely following me." I'm old, and I don't have any children. When this entry into the mountain is over, I will pass on all the skills of this body to you, so that you can eat together, how about it? ”

"Grandpa Song...... This is not good......" Xia Ze looked embarrassed, he still had three books in his hand that were given by the beggar master, and it was not good to refuse Song Xi directly.

A handsome man in a round-necked robe and a small crown walked in front of him, about his early twenties, who was very proud, but he still didn't have a good face after seeing Song Xi: "Master Song, how long has it been here, this fog has not dissipated, but you packed tickets with me before, and this fog will disappear at the latest, could it be that you Song Xi and Old Man Song have other plans and deliberately delay." ”

Song Xi's face was full of embarrassment, and he hurriedly denied it: "Nie Gongzi is angry, it's really unusual in this foggy weather......"

"Leave as soon as it dawns tomorrow, otherwise I will smash your golden signboard in Pingfeng Mountain."

"This ......"

Xia Ze stood aside and was silent.

"Who is this?" The man looked at Xia Ze.

"This kid is also from the town, count me as a closed disciple, and I think that one more person can take care of ......"

"Useless things, no matter how much they are, they are cumbersome."

Song Xi was about to speak out, but was pulled by Xia Ze, who hid one hand behind his back, gently crushed a talisman, and in the sky, a stream of cold water poured straight down, impartially, drenching the man into a soup chicken.

He seemed a little incredulous, rushed forward with red eyes, grabbed Song Xi's collar and scolded sharply: "Old thing, it's a good thing you did!" ”

Xia Ze slowly put out the boxing fight, at this time.

In the empty mountains, taking advantage of a demonic wind, the fog is everywhere, and in the fog, the cry of a baby sounds, and from time to time a woman sings an opera in a dramatic tone.

All of a sudden, the headhunters in the mountains, the mountain people, and the children of the sect were like great enemies.

In the smoke, a figure slowly walked out, staggering, and when it got closer, it was actually a shirtless 'person', but there was no hair on his head, accompanied by the baby's crying, walking faster and faster.

Xia Ze watched the man get closer and closer, and was about to take out the talisman from the square inch, but Song Xi behind him slapped him on the head, "Silly boy, why are you still stunned, I am here to top, you run!" ”