"Haha, the kid has two brushes!" The fat man laughed, and the kitchen knife in his hand kept swinging, and all the sword qi was blocked by him.

"Good boy, the flying sword is good, and he is qualified to enter the Mo family. ”

"But your master is not in the Mo family for the time being, so you can stay with me for two days and help the cook for two days!" The fat man patted Zhang Wuji's shoulder vigorously, and he smiled a little badly.

"I'm not supposed to help cook, I came to the Mo family to learn swords!" Zhang Wuji said sullenly.

He wants to show Zhang San's compulsion.

"Haha, can't you learn swords here?"

"Boy, I'll teach you what a sword is today, follow me!" the fat man waved his hand and turned into the kitchen.

Zhang Wuji's face was full of doubts, and in addition to cooking in the kitchen, could he still practice swordsmanship?

But he followed.

"Look!" the fat man stood still in front of a piece of radish, and as he spoke, the kitchen knife in his hand waved continuously.

After three hundred and sixty-eight knives, the fat man opened his mouth and blew, and the radish in front of him fluttered and turned into a butterfly flying all over the sky.

One by one, they were neatly arranged on the plate in front of them.

"Do you know what it's called?" said the fat man, smugly.

"It's a kind of sword intent, but the juniors can't see what kind of sword intent it is?"

"Haha, the sword intent of life. ”

The fat man's kitchen knife was inserted into the scabbard and smiled: "Now tell me, do you do this kitchen or not." ”

"Everything is according to the orders of the seniors!" Zhang Wuji nodded hurriedly, overjoyed.

He had already coveted Yang Sunu's cold sword intent, but for some reason, he didn't seem to have much talent for sword intent, and he still couldn't touch the sword intent after ten years in the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Now that he has the opportunity, how can he not rejoice.

"Haha, okay, go change your clothes and chop vegetables!" The fat man waved his hand, and he only felt very happy for Zhang Wuji's answer.

A month passed quietly.

"Uncle Shi, my method of making hot pot is still good, right?" Zhang Wuji, the kitchen in the back of the restaurant, and the fat man were eating and drinking in front of a hot pot.

"Yes, this method is really eye-opening for me, you are very good. ”

"Boy, I found that your talent for cooking is better than practicing swords, have you considered giving up learning swords and coming to me to become a cook?" said the fat man with anticipation.

"Don't worry, my cooking skills will definitely teach you, and I will make you a chef in less than three years. ”

"Forget it!"

Zhang Wuji hurriedly waved his hand: "I just like to eat, but I don't like to cook for others." ”

He rolled his eyes and smiled again: "Uncle Shi, I actually have a more interesting thing, which should be delicious to make, would you like to try it?"

"What is it?" the fat man looked curious.

"This kind of thing is called ice cream, and it needs to be ...... with milk and eggs!" Zhang Wuji said with his eyebrows fluttering, and suddenly felt the uncle in front of him tighten.

He immediately realized that something was wrong, and turned his head to look, only to find a middle-aged man appearing behind him.

"That's how you treated my apprentice?" said the middle-aged man's voice in a flat voice.

"Ahem, senior brother, it's my fault, didn't I want him to comprehend my sword intent of life?" The fat man's face trembled, looking a little afraid of the middle-aged man.

Zhang Wuji's mouth opened, a little overwhelmed, obviously the one in front of him was his master.

However, Zhang Wuji felt a familiar breath in this master, the breath of sword cultivation, and the breath of Xuanyuan sword cultivation.

"Let's go into the organ city with the teacher!" The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Wuji lightly, then at Ding Di, and turned to leave.

"Yes!" Zhang Wuji bowed in agreement.

Before leaving, he turned his head to look at the fat man, just in time to see that the fat man was squeezing his eyebrows at him, Zhang Wuji gave him a look that I understand, which means that he will come again when he has time, so he turned his head and followed the middle-aged Taoist step by step.

For this strange uncle who uses a kitchen knife but can wield sword qi, Zhang Wuji is still very comfortable, at least he has improved a lot of his cooking skills in the past month.

As for the sword intent of life.......

Zhang Wuji knows it, and it probably doesn't know Zhang Wuji.

Ahem, in fact, that's what happened, how can it be fun to cook with sword intent comprehended!

While vomiting in his heart, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but secretly look at his master.

According to the information, his master is called Xuanyi, with a strange personality, and he is one of the elders of the Mo family.

Of course, it is also one of the most powerful combat forces of the Mo family, and has always been active in the forefront of the Mo family's resistance to the hundred schools of thought.

"How do you feel about coming to Mocheng for a month?" asked Xuanyi suddenly.

"It's chaotic, there should be a lot of spies and eyeliners planted by other families, and I have found at least five hidden struggles in the shadows, intentionally or unintentionally. Zhang Wuji thought about it, and then said his most intuitive feelings.

Xuan Yi nodded: "I thought the sect really sent a waste who only knows how to eat and drink, it seems that at least your observation ability is not bad." ”

Zhang Wuji was suddenly a little depressed when he heard this.

"Master, are you also from Xuanyuan?" Zhang Wuji asked himself curiously, this cheap master.

"Sort of!"

Xuanyi smiled: "I started to join the Mo family to carry out tasks one hundred and twenty years ago, and now the total time I have returned to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect is only a few years, most of the time is spent in the Mo family, and even the Lian Dan is in the Mo family, I sometimes don't know if I am a Xuanyuan person, or a Mo family, or both." ”

Zhang Wuji was speechless again when he heard this, it seems that he is also in this way!

He suddenly had a feeling that he had been pitted by the old road of the lonely mountain.

This is what the old guy swore to himself that the Dark Sword Hall only kills?

He didn't see the slightest thing about killing, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like he was thrown to Nanzhan Prefecture without a mother!

"In fact, there are already a large number of people within the Mo family who have tacitly accepted that the Mo family is a subsidiary sect of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect!"

"This point is not too much of a secret within the Mo family, and in Nanzhan Prefecture!"

Xuanyi obviously knew what Zhang Wuji was thinking, and continued with a smile: "After all, the Hundred Families of Princes moved in large numbers from the Ancestral Star more than a thousand years ago and were able to survive in Ziweixing, who didn't have those super sects standing behind them?"

"Especially the Mo family, which only likes to study mechanical techniques and doesn't like to fight, would have long since ceased to exist without the blessing of a powerful sect. ”

"We came here to strengthen the strength of the Mo family's ally. ”

"In other words, it's here to fight. ”

"This mission has always been a long-term mission, so you better be prepared to stay here for a long time!"

"Okay!" Zhang Wuji nodded.

He said in his heart that the sword technique he wanted to learn had probably been learned anyway, and then he just kept familiar with it and stabilized, and it was not a big deal to stay here and cultivate.