"Two fairies, I'm really sorry, although the Jiujiu Quanxi Small Shop can make it, the ingredients need to be prepared a month in advance. The two arrived temporarily, and this ...... It's hard for a good woman to cook without rice. ”

The owner of the restaurant was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a light green robe, and he was full of embarrassment about Jiang Zuiyun's requirements.

The Ninety-Nine Banquet is the most famous feast in Zhongzhou.

There are a total of 99 kinds of dishes, including those that fly in the sky, run on the ground, and swim in the water. From meat to vegetarian, whether it is the most common green vegetable tofu, or the most luxurious braised blue bird wings, deer antler white turtle soup, etc., everything is available.

But because of this, it takes a long time to organize such a feast.

Some of the monk restaurants in the giant cities and ancient cities are fine, and they can prepare ingredients at any time. However, in a restaurant like this ordinary town, if no one makes a reservation, it is impossible to prepare so many ingredients at any time.

For this reason, the owner of the restaurant trembled, for fear that his answer would make Ling Xiang unhappy, so he slapped his restaurant into ashes.

"Forget it, then let's have the best wine and food you have here." Jiang Zuiyun didn't embarrass the other party, retreated to the second, and sat down with Ling Xiang by the window on the second floor.

The owner of the restaurant thanked him again and again on the occasion of amnesty.

After he went down, Ling Xiang said with a smile: "I know that people can't do it, but I still have to come up and make this kind of request, which scares people and their legs are trembling." ”

"It's just a scare, and he won't lose a piece of meat." Jiang Zuiyun poured himself a cup of herbal tea, brought it to his ruddy lips and tasted it twice, with a lazy appearance.

"People always say that cultivation requires meditation and abstaining from greed, but I don't think so. Immortals are immortals, and half of immortals are people. Since it is a human being, it is indispensable to have seven emotions and six desires.

Retreat and penance every day, eat and drink dew, and even the most ordinary little pleasures in life have to be quit, so what is the meaning of living? ”

"But don't all these things have to be cut down in the end?" Ling Xiang asked rhetorically, "Immortal Three Cutting Dao, how many people have been stuck here in ancient times, and they can't cut off the so-called 'Dao' in their lifetime, and finally they will be lost to everyone." ”

"It's really hard to cut the road. Some people choose to cut off the seven emotions and six desires, some people choose to cut off the mortal experience in the first half of their lives, and some people choose to directly cut off the previous Dao scar perception, no matter which one it is, it takes great courage and opportunity. ”

"Then if you act so casually, aren't you afraid that there will be too many distractions in the red dust at that time, which will make it more difficult to cut the road?"

"I cultivate immeasurable heavenly skills." Jiang Zuiyun glanced at Ling Xiang and only said these six words.

Ling Xiang was slightly stunned, and immediately came to his senses.

Yes, this sister has an extraordinary inheritance, and the exercises are in the name of immeasurable, and the meaning of embracing all things can be seen from the literal meaning alone. I'm afraid I don't care about any distractions and troubles, maybe these are still the nutrients for her enlightenment.

……

After a while, as the restaurant brought the food to the table, the topic of Ling Xiang and Jiang Zuiyun's chatting also shifted from cultivation to food.

The two inevitably talked about the ninety-nine full seat again.

"Speaking of which, there is another interesting fact about the Ninety-Nine Banquet, do you want to hear about it?" Jiang Zuiyun Road.

"What?"

"Six hundred years ago, someone made a big fuss in Zhongzhou because of the ninety-nine full seat."

"Huh?" Ling Xiang was stunned, because a table of banquets made a big fuss in the whole Zhongzhou?

"There is a dish called braised blue bird wings in the 99 banquet, in fact, it was originally called braised green bird wings, and the ingredients are mainly based on the wings of the birds.

But six hundred years ago, the demon clan produced a Qingluan Sage, and he couldn't see his own clan being put on the table as ingredients by us, so in those years, whenever there was a place in Zhongzhou to hold a ninety-nine full banquet, he would run to smash the field.

So much so that people later had to change this dish to braised blue bird wings, which barely extinguished the anger of the demon saint. ”

Speaking of this matter, the corners of Jiang Zuiyun's mouth rose, and he showed a three-point smile on his face, and his expression was very yearning.

A demon saint made a big fuss in the world because his own clan was used as an ingredient, you can imagine what kind of lively scene it was.

"There are so many birds and beasts in the Ninety-Nine Banquet that have been cooked into delicacies, why only the Demon Saint from six hundred years ago dares to stand up and make a scene?" Ling Siong captures a point that is easily overlooked.

"Because the strength is not enough." Jiang Zuiyun's words were concise and to the point.

She glanced at Ling Xiang, picked up a fat but not greasy braised elbow with chopsticks and threw it into her mouth, and only after eating did she continue: "Zhongzhou is rich in land and resources, and there are many outstanding people, and if you don't become holy, you will never be able to jump out of the mundane realm, and you will not be qualified to talk nonsense." ”

Ling Xiang understood, in the final analysis, it still depends on the fist to speak.

……

After eating and drinking, Jiang Zuiyun threw out two golden leaves and left the restaurant with Ling Xiang.

Originally, she planned to continue on the road, but as soon as she walked out of the door of the restaurant, Ling Xiang heard the sound of striking iron not far away, she was stunned, and suddenly called Jiang Zuiyun: "Sister Jiang, can you wait for me?" ”

"Where are you going?" Jiang Zuiyun asked.

"Blacksmith."

Ling Xiang raised his hand and pointed in the direction where the sound of striking iron came, and without explaining much, he walked over directly.

When he came to the shop, the bare-chested strong man who struck iron couldn't help but be a little amazed when he saw Ling Xiang, who was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, with a ruddy face and delicate facial features.

He put down the farm tools he was beating in his hand, grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat and stains on his forehead and hands, and greeted with a smile: "This little woman looks a little raw, isn't she a local?"

Want to do something?

kitchen knives, spatulas, hoes, pickaxes, broadswords, spears, swords and armor...... You can be competent in the following to ensure your satisfaction. ”

"I want a mask like this." Ling Xiang raised his hand and pressed it lightly into the void, creating a pattern outlined with divine power.

When the blacksmith saw this, he was taken aback.

Obviously, I didn't expect that the little girl in front of me, who looked less than the age of cardamom, was actually an immortal cultivator.

He quickly put away his scattered thoughts and carefully looked at the pattern.

"This mask...... How does it feel weird? Laughing is not like laughing, crying is not like crying, guest officer, are you sure you want to wear such a mask? The blacksmith asked.

"Well, with bronze, help me type it out." Ling Xiang bowed slightly.

At the same time, she stretched out her hand to Jiang Zuiyun who was following behind her: "I have no money on me, lend me some broken silver, and pay you back later." ”

Jiang Zuiyun took out a few silver nudes and handed them to her, his eyes also fell on the mask pattern in the void, and he was very curious: "This kind of mask, if I don't pursue quality and material, I can refine a hundred pieces of incense in one time, why do I come to the blacksmith shop?" ”

"That's different." Ling Xiang pursed his lips lightly, his eyes gloomy.

Where can the mask made by the monk's method compare to the mask that her brother gave her in the first place?

The bronze hammer mask in the blacksmith shop was the closest thing to the one her brother had given her......

I'm sorry, I delayed for two days, but I can't help it, I found that the quality of the recent chapters is much worse than the previous ones, and I pondered for a long time in the past two days, looking for problems.

Then, I happened to meet Fuyang again, alas......