"Stinky boy, you're back!" the old drunkard looked at the dusty butcher knife, his eyes full of smiles, "I came back quite early, half an hour earlier than expected." ”

Tu Xiaodao pursed his mouth and nodded, and took out all the wild things in the Qiankun bag.

"What's the matter, stinky boy?" asked the old drunkard.

"Grandpa, nothing. Tu Xiaodao disguised.

"Well, nine sand grouses, and an ice-bladed deer...... Why is there no Moon Shadow Rabbit?" the old drunkard asked.

"I saw that the Moon Shadow Rabbit was so cute, so I let it go, and asked Grandpa to punish the knife. ”

"What to punish you, it's too late for grandpa to be happy with a good heart. ”

The old drunkard slaughtered the game, and said to the butcher knife: "Knife, today grandpa will teach you the basic cooking method." ”

The old drunkard led the butcher knife to a cauldron, and the old drunkard said: "You see, the pot is made of earth and stone, the body of the pot is gold and iron, there is a salary under the pot, the fire is lit on the salary, and the water is in the pot. If you make a good dish, you need to make the yin and yang in this pot and the five elements harmonize, and Danshi is not the same. ”

Tu Xiaodao nodded silently, as if he had realized.

"On the way of cultivation, care is not in the form, in the enlightenment is not in learning, all things in heaven and earth return to the avenue, as small as a speck of dust can also let people get a glimpse of a trace of the mystery of the way of heaven, so the cultivator must not only look up at the universe, but also know how to look down on the dust......"

The old drunkard's words were full of enthusiasm, and when he talked about it, his usually drunken face was filled with a strange brilliance, and the butcher knife on the side was fascinated by it, but Yin Meng frowned on the side: "The old thing has harmed this girl, and he has come to harm the stinky boy, the stinky boy, don't listen to his nonsense." ”

But one of the grandparents and grandchildren spoke wildly, and the other listened to it forgetfully, and as for what Yin Meng said, they didn't listen to a word.

Yin Meng couldn't, so he had to vent his anger at the pots and pans.

Borrowing the Qiankun in the pot, not only can you peek into a trace of heavenly mystery, but the food cooked in the pot can also quench the hunger in the stomach, tonight in the dining room, thousands of Luoxia disciples are full of praise for the game on the plate.

The old drunkard and the butcher knife talked about the science of cooking, and the mystery of the Tao invisibly contributed to the ability of cooking. The disciples of Luoxiamen, who were feasting on it, didn't know that the taste of the food in their mouths was the joy in the hearts of the old drunkard and the butcher knife when they were arguing.

In this way, Tu Xiaodao uses the Tianma Talisman to travel back and forth between Luoxia Peak and Demon Jiao Ridge every day. The game that the butcher knife can bring back every day is also getting higher and higher-level, and it can bring back some of the game that is lower than the mortal rank, and gradually can bring back the game of the middle grade, and after six months, the butcher knife can even catch some high-grade game such as the iron tooth boar and the magic pupil deer.

And Tu Xiaodao's cultivation in such an outgoing experience is also growing, and now he has built a complete foundation and is about to enter the Lotus Realm.

At the same time, the cooking ability of the butcher knife has also improved by leaps and bounds. On this day, after Tu Xiaodao came back from Demon Jiao Ridge, he took out most of the spirit grass collected during this time, including three chalcedony branches, four purple monkey flowers, and two heavenly spirit fruits......

After dinner, the butcher knife put these spiritual grasses into a large iron pot and "cooked".

"Stinky boy, what are you doing?" Yin Meng scolded.

"I'll see if I can use these spiritual herbs to cook Tsukidan. ”

"You're crazy! These good people are also a first-class spirit grass, aren't you a tyrannical thing?"

"Senior sister, I have a number, it shouldn't be ruined......"

"Alas, since it's the spirit grass you collected, just toss it as you want, what else can I say?" Yin Meng's face was helpless.

Watching the butcher knife jump up and down, scratching his ears and cheeks, how could he have a little alchemy, Yin dreamed of letting the old drunkard persuade him, but the old drunkard was so drunk that he couldn't wake up.

"Hey," Yin Meng sighed helplessly, and had to hold his cheeks and watch the butcher knife work around there.

But all this is boring after all, and there is a wave of sleepiness when I look at it. Yin Meng fell asleep on the wooden table, why didn't she go to sleep in the house, just because she wanted to stay and watch the butcher knife make a fool of herself, and then teach him a few words.

Yin Meng had already let out a slight snoring sound, and the butcher knife was still scratching there not far away.

Gradually, a white mist rose from the big iron pot, and the charcoal fire under the iron pot actually glowed a little blue, and a burst of medicinal fragrance wafted out.

Yin Meng couldn't help but half-open his eyes, and said in his heart: "Could it be that this kid is really a bit of a door?" But after a while, a smell of burnt paste wafted over.

"Oh no, the heat is not well controlled!" I saw the butcher knife hurriedly add some water to the cauldron.

"Alas, the stinky boy is whimsical. Yin Meng sighed secretly in his heart and fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long it has been, Yin Meng was lingering in his dreams, and suddenly there was a loud noise, which startled Yin Meng, who was sleeping at the desk, to jump three feet high.

Yin Meng immediately blew up: "Stinky boy, this girl has already asked you not to ......"

But Yin Meng suddenly stopped in the middle of her words, because she saw that the butcher knife, whose face was covered with black ash and was in disarray, was actually holding a pill in his hand.

"Senior sister, the pill has been refined, and it should have been refined into three grains, but because the heat was not well controlled, only one grain was refined. ”

"Zhuji Dan?" Yin Meng took the pill in Tu Xiaodao's hand and sniffed it, this is indeed a Zhuji Dan! Yin Meng had prepared a few words in his stomach for half a night, and all the words were blocked in his throat.

Now Yin Meng's heart was only surprised, and she asked dumbfounded, "Stinky ...... How did you do that?"

Tu Xiaodao couldn't say why, scratched his head for a long time, and said in a daze: "Grandpa taught me that alchemy is like cooking vegetables, so I followed the cooking method to alchemy, but I didn't expect it to be refined." ”

"Is this okay? Are you lying to me?" because Yin Meng had been cooking with the old drunkard for more than ten years, but he had not refined half a pill.

"Are you making people sleep so much so you are clamoring?" the old drunkard snorted and took a pair of broken shoes to the kitchen.

"The stinky boy actually boiled a Tsukidan in a big iron pot!" Yin Meng shook the Tsukidan in front of the old drunkard with the Tsukidan between his fingertips.

"Oh, yes? Show it to Grandpa. The old drunkard reached out and took the Tsukidan, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, "Well, there is a little burnt smell, when the heat is not well controlled, and the medicinal power is not pure enough, it should be because you added water halfway, but it is very rare to be able to refine a medium-grade Tsukidan for the first time in alchemy." ”

"This Tsukidan has actually reached the middle grade?"

"Don't you believe it, if it weren't for the fact that the control of the fire was still so meaningful, this time we should have refined three high-grade Zhuji Dan. At this, the old drunkard yawned, "There is still an hour before dawn, so hurry up and rest, and you will have to cook tomorrow morning." ”

I saw the old drunkard stretch his waist and go back to his bedroom.