After spending a boring morning class, Yang Guo seemed to have returned to the time when he was studying in the morning at school, and his heart was both nostalgic and painful, and he couldn't help himself for a while, and he couldn't say what it tasted like.

His stomach was already so hungry that he pulled Guo Jing towards the canteen as soon as the disciples finished their morning class, Guo Jing only thought that Yang Guo was very hungry, so he also let him, but he didn't know that Qiu Chuji behind him was looking for him everywhere.

Fortunately, they sat in the last row while they were listening, and the two of them came running over, but they were the first to come to the dining hall.

"Senior brother, quickly bring me a bun of noodles, put more green onions, and two bowls of noodles. Looking at Guo Jing on the side, Yang Guo hurriedly changed his mouth and added a bowl.

The chef in charge of the food of the disciples in the canteen is actually also a Quanzhen Sect disciple, but it is only in charge of those low-level disciples of the Quanzhen Sect who are not very talented and do not want to leave, and it can be regarded as a place to settle down, at least they can be regarded as a Quanzhen Sect disciple when they walk around outside, if they go straight down the mountain, they will eventually plant a field of more than one acre, and be a farmer for a lifetime, it is better to live happily on this mountain.

"Okay!"

I saw a middle-aged disciple with a fat head and big ears giving Yang Guo two bowls of noodles, taking four buns and handing them to him, although these two people were very raw, but whenever they came, he was only responsible for cooking, after all, no one in the whole world dared to blatantly go to the Quanzhen Sect to eat.

Yang Guo didn't care about Guo Jing, picked up a bowl of noodles and a plate of buns and sat down on the dinner table behind, Guo Jing smiled dumbly, picked up his bowl of noodles and sat next to Yang Guo.

Taking a mouthful of clear water, Yang Guo couldn't help but stare at him, and Guo Jing hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with Guo'er?" Is the noodles too hot?"

After swallowing the noodles in his mouth with difficulty, Yang Guo blushed and whispered: "Uncle Guo, this noodle is too unpalatable, not to mention that there is no salt taste at all, but it only has a salt taste, and it is really a clear soup noodle!"

"Haha, you kid, didn't it taste like this before?" Guo Jing thought it was a matter, it turned out that the taste of this side was too bland, and what did you still want to eat in Taoist temples and temples, it would be good to have salt.

"Isn't there a Yida firm at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, isn't it good to buy some MSG or something, this is really ......" Yang Guo still remembers that the first time he met the Tong family was in the market town at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, which can be regarded as another base camp of the firm, it is impossible that he didn't even extract the MSG on sale!

"You, you, I think you were raised by your aunt Guo on Peach Blossom Island, it's good to be able to eat, and you are picky. ”

After speaking, Guo Jing ignored him, picked up a chopstick noodle and ate it, only to feel that as soon as the noodle was in his mouth, an indescribable feeling burst out from the tip of his tongue in his heart, looking at Yang Guo's evil smile, he forcibly swallowed the noodles in his mouth, without mentioning a word, and sucked the noodles in the bowl clean in a few bites.

Guo Jing couldn't bear to complain in his heart, this noodle is really unpalatable enough, compared to Huang Rong's craftsmanship, it is simply 108,000 miles worse, it is no longer the difference between meat and vegetables, but the gap between meat and bark.

Yang Guo saw that he didn't speak, pouted his lips and didn't tear it down, he drank the noodles in the bowl like him, and couldn't help but stick out his tongue after drinking, he was like a Chinese medicine entrance, and the thought of staying here until the end of the year made him feel depressed, he was the most gluttonous, and he had a good appetite, otherwise he would not have taught himself so many dishes in his previous life, but he didn't expect to suffer this today.

looked at the buns in front of him, adhering to the principle of not wasting food and eating them one by one, Quanzhen Sect is Taoism after all, fasting meat and fishy, buns are naturally vegetarian buns, fortunately, the taste is okay, it is much better than noodles, and I barely swallowed it.

The two of them ate quickly, and as soon as they finished eating the buns, the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect arrived one after another, watching them eat one by one with relish, Yang Guo couldn't help but be speechless, and he felt that it was not delicious.

More than half of the time, the disciples are those who should practice martial arts, and those who should work. Zhongqiu of Chongyang Palace summoned all the three generations of disciples in the sect, and Yang Guo and Guo Jing were naturally among them.

"Jing'er, these are the more outstanding of the three generations of disciples, I won't introduce Zhi Bing much, Zhijing is the first disciple of Senior Brother Wang, and his martial arts rank first among the three generations of disciples, which one do you think is good, let Guo'er worship him as a teacher!"

Qiu Chuji briefly introduced the next two to Guo Jing, which roughly means that one of them is the best of the three generations of disciples in terms of character, and the other is the best of the three generations of disciples in martial arts, and the others don't need to consider it if they don't have to.

Yang Guo naturally made a decision in his heart, and looked at Zhao Zhijing, only to see him standing behind Qiu Chuji with his head down, and couldn't help praying in his heart that Yang Guo would not choose himself, and there was never such a moment that Qiu Chuji would not mention him in front of outsiders.

Guo Jing looked at the two, although Zhao Zhijing has the best martial arts, but for him, he pays more attention to personal morality, and his heart is naturally biased towards the more familiar Zhen Zhibing.

"Then Zhen ......"

Before Guo Jing could finish speaking, Yang Guo bypassed Qiu Chuji and grabbed Zhao Zhijing's arm and shouted, "Uncle Guo, I want to worship Daoist Zhao as a teacher." ”

"Ouch! No, no, no, the trail is only shallow, and it can't teach you, don't look for me, don't look for me. Zhao Zhijing lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Yang Guo, but at this moment, he was suddenly hugged by his arm, and his heart was sudden, and he was even more incoherent after seeing that it was Yang, and almost said everything in his heart.

"Zhijing, why are monks so reckless. Qiu Chuji didn't like it in his heart, he originally bragged in front of Guo Jing and said that he could choose whatever he wanted, but he was good, he dared to refuse, wasn't this a slap in the face?

"Guo'er, since Senior Brother Zhao is weak, I think you are still ......"

Yang Guo naturally knew what Guo Jing was going to say, but it was impossible for him to worship Zhen Zhibing as a teacher even if he was beaten to death, so he hurriedly interrupted: "Uncle Guo, I feel that I have a fate with Zhao Daochang, and this master-apprentice fate is difficult to cultivate in several lifetimes, isn't it? ”

Just when Zhao Zhijing was about to say something, Yang Guo pinched the "Quchi Acupoint" bent out of his elbow, Zhao Zhijing suddenly felt that his arm was sore, and Yang Guohu's mouth was strong and there was a faint pain, and he had to press it into his bones repeatedly, so he had to endure the pain of his head, and shouted sadly in his heart: You have cultivated the fate of several lifetimes, but I have been moldy for eight lifetimes!

"This ...... Okay! Guo'er has a stubborn personality, and I will have to worry about Senior Brother Zhao a lot in the future!"

Guo Jing only said that the two of them did look at each other, so they did not doubt him, and bowed to Zhao Zhi, as if they were entrusting their children to others.