"It's been so long, how come there isn't even a ghost in this barren mountain and wilderness!" Ying Si thought that although he was a monk, he couldn't control the method of the sword now. My own father is too, and it's not good to give him a magic weapon, but I gave him a pair of straw sandals. Not only can it speed up walking, but it can also help refine spiritual power, except for a little bit of foot draining, there is nothing wrong with anything else. He left Peng'an City, and it had been three days, not to mention people, and he hadn't even touched a dog. That's right, this world belongs to the world of cultivating immortals, there are old forests within a radius of 100 miles, there are no people, and the real number is normal.

Ying Siliang's dynasty, called Nanye Dynasty, is one of the nine major dynasties in the world, the nine dynasties are the Central Plains Dynasty, the Nanye Dynasty, the Nansheng Dynasty, the Dongqian Dynasty, the Donglang Dynasty, the Turkic State in the north, the Wuhuan Kingdom, the Xixuan Dynasty, and the Xiluo Dynasty. Among them, the Central Plains Dynasty believed in Buddhism, the Turkic Kingdom believed in soldiers, the Southern Ye Dynasty and the Donglang Dynasty believed in Taoism, the Southern Sheng Dynasty, the Xiluo Dynasty, the Eastern Wen Dynasty believed in Confucianism, the Western Xuan Dynasty believed in Legalism, and the Wuhuan Kingdom had a Valkyrie.

Suddenly, Ying Si Si had a convulsion all over his body, and the Soul Devouring Heart Poison in him had flare up again, and this poison was sent out every six hours, devouring spiritual power and causing him great pain. He gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged, channeling the spiritual power in his body to relieve the pain caused by the Soul Devouring Heart Poison.

After a moment, Ying Siliang stood up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"I have to say that this Soul Devouring Heart Poison is really getting more and more powerful, when it was attacked in Peng'an City before, it was only slightly itchy, but now it is like pins and needles. It seems that we have to hurry up and find a way to detoxify. ”

The remnant sun is like blood, the tired birds return to the forest, and in the middle of the air, there is a noisy sound of crows returning to their nests.

Not far away, there is a small inn, the inn is a little shabby, but it is very clean, and there is a flag with the words "Baiyangdian" written on the outside. It seems that business is doing well, and there are many people, and there are sounds of joy between the staggered plans.

"Huhuhu, it's finally crowded, and you can have a good rest tonight. Ying Si exhaled a breath of turbidity, put his hand on the pergola, looked at the inn in the distance, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Little Er, serve the food, whatever the dishes are for Lao Tzu, I haven't eaten for so long, I'm really starving to death. As soon as he entered the door, a burly man shouted loudly.

"Hmph, what a rough man, as noisy as a fly. The scholar on the table next to him muttered as if no one was around.

"You poor scholar, looking for death!"

The black-faced man raised his hand and was about to have a seizure, but was grabbed with one hand by a person who resembled a shopkeeper and stopped him.

"This guest, please also give face in the next place, Hugh to make a time in our store. In the face of the rudeness of this black-faced man, Wang Jixun revealed a little bit of his breath, and immediately frightened the black-faced man to retreat again and again.

"You, you're actually a mid-level powerhouse!!"

"Please forgive the villain's rudeness!"

The two of them stood up in an instant and bowed to Wang Jixun to apologize, they were just beginners in martial arts, and beginners at the level of beginners who had just stepped into cultivation. How can you have the guts to offend a strong person at the micro level and kill yourself?

Wang Jixun smiled, looked at the two respectful people, and said: "It's okay, since I came to our restaurant, I am a guest, how can I blame the guest? ”

As soon as Ying Sili stepped into the inn, he found this interesting scene, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Hehe, this showcase is really interesting." ”

"Shhh, be quiet, this Wang Jixun shopkeeper is a monk at the subtle level. Ying Si reminded the diner next to him.

Ying Si said respectfully: "This big brother, I am new here, may I ask, do you know the origin of this shopkeeper?"

The eldest brother next to him explained in a low voice: "He, it seems that he used to be a disciple of a big sect, because he loves cooking, he left the sect and became the shopkeeper and chef of this inn." His cooking skills are superb, and he seems to have a secret condiment that can make dishes a hundred times more delicious. ”

Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted chicken, roasted duck, roasted goose, braised chicken, braised duck sauce chicken, bacon.......

In less than a stick of incense, a table of dishes has been filled, with all the color, flavor and flavor, and you can't help but think about the index finger.

You should think about tearing off a chicken leg from the roast chick, which is extremely tender and has a slightly mysterious aroma, and the taste is simply indescribably delicious.

While he was contemplating the feast, it was completely dark, and the desolate howl of a lone wolf on the mountain could be heard in the distance.

"Shopkeeper, what's the most expensive dish here? Ying Si ate a small half table after a while, and invited Xiao Er, who wanted to continue ordering.

The shopkeeper was dressed in cloth, with some strange calluses on his hands, and his breath was not hidden. He bent down and asked respectfully: "There are delicacies, but the guest officer, our signature dishes here are still Baiyangdian soup, Baiyangdian dumplings, and Baiyangdian fire, I don't know how much the guest officer wants?"

Ying Si frowned, then stretched out again, and said with a smile: "What is that? Forget it, this must be the characteristic of your inn, so I won't ask so much." Then take the dishes I ate before, serve another serving, and by the way, let's have two servings of Baiyangdian fire, as well as Baiyangdian soup. ”

"Alright, guest officer, you are very reasonable. You wait a minute, the dishes will be delivered to you later. ”

Soon, the steaming dishes were delivered to Ying Siliang, among which the Baiyangdian fire and Baihuahua's Baiyangdian soup were the most attractive.

Ying Si stirred the thick soup, and there were many oil flowers floating on it, and he suddenly turned out a piece of pork ribs in the soup, thoughtful.

The bright moonlight shone in through the window and reflected on Ying Siliang's face, and he had just eaten half of the pig's trotters, and before he could finish gnawing them, he fainted. At this time, in the inn, the other diners, halfway through the dishes, all fainted.

Wang Jixun looked at the fainting diners and sneered: "Hehe, you guys, you guys, it's really a bunch of pigs." ”

It turned out that Wang Jixun was a subordinate sect of the Heavenly Corpse Mansion, one of the nine streams of the Three Sects and Nine Streams, and a disciple of the Sect. Because he once assassinated his fellow brother, cooked and ate it, and was discovered, he escaped from the village and set up an inn here.

Here, Wang Jixun killed many foot merchants, disaster victims, scholars, warriors, and some monks. Wang Jixun has a sense of proportion, generally more advanced than him, he never provokes, and only every once in a while, he captures a group of mortals or monks who are just starting out, so as not to attract the attention of the righteous path sect. Because in this world, demon beasts and demon monks are rampant, so even if some people are missing, no one will find it strange.

"Today's harvest is good, I didn't expect to be able to use anesthetic numbing to turn over a few monks, I'm really lucky. Wang Jixun urged the exercises and moved everyone in the inn into a secret room underground.

The underground chamber was large, the size of two or three inns, and contained several cauldrons, as well as some boning knives, boning tongs, peeling scissors, and bone-crushing hammers.......

On the walls, there are dozens of sheepskins of two-legged sheep, there are old people, there are young and beautiful girls, young people who are energetic, there are strong men, it can be said that there are basically people of every age. In the southeast corner, there is a small mountain of minced meat, most of which are brittle bones connected to lean meat, which seem to have some special use.

Next to the iron pot, there are piles of golden fat blocks, and there are some two-legged sheepskins on top of the fat blocks, which have not been shaved clean. The pot exudes a smell that seems to be smelly but not smelly, like fragrant but not fragrant, some like durian. This is Wang Jixun's freshly boiled mutton fat not long ago, and there are some crisp oil residues in it, which is one of the signature dishes of this restaurant, and the diners are very happy to eat it.

The kitchen stove, which occupies the largest space, is covered with stumps and broken arms, white and flowery sheep thighs, white and slender sheep arms, and young sheep heads without blinding........

Wang Jixun settled the unconscious people in the inn, grabbed the previously cooked leg of mutton at hand and ate it in a big bite, with slender jade fingers and crunchy chewing. As Wang Jixun chewed, the pale red juice slowly slipped down his gray beard.