"Come again!" Sports didn't want to think about it, so he didn't want to do it, and he offered a spirit monkey to offer fruit, and pushed it out with both hands. As soon as the mountain peak saw the sports attacking, a spirit monkey turned around to dodge, but because it turned too slowly, he still hit the sports palm.

Sports pursuit, a trick to catch the moon in the water. The mountain peak turned around, took two steps back, and the ape came out of the hole and hit the waist of the sport. Sports a backflip is easy to dodge, and when the mountain peak moves are old, a monkey flicks its tail.

Seeing that the foot of sports was about to kick Shanfeng's head, Shanfeng subconsciously made a movement with his left hand to sprinkle salt when stir-frying, and blocked the leg of sports.

Sports is happy, it is this familiar but I don't remember anything. So he jumped to the side, slammed the top of the Buddha's light cover to the mountain, and began to come with a monkey fist that was not as good as he said.

The sports move was too fast, and the mountain peaks didn't react to the sports violation, and reacted as if they made a move to lift the lid of the pot and put it on the side. The mountain's hand is lifted, then clasped the moment it touches the sports wrist, and then pressed down in an arc.

Sports felt that the hand of the mountain peak did not have any strength, but his own hand was constantly calling to follow the hand of the mountain peak to be taken away, and then broken by the mountain peak.

"Huh!" both of them spoke at the same time, and their hearts were amazed. As soon as the eyes of the two touched, they immediately understood their minds. I don't know what this is about, but it seems that the trick used by the mountain peak is magical.

As a result, sports began to attack the mountain peak without interruption, and the mountain peak also stood in place to counterattack. Sports are constantly changing directions, and various tricks are emerging one after another, and the mountain peaks simply think they are stir-frying.

I shovel left! I shovel right! I sprinkle salt! I use soy sauce! I knead noodles! I ramen! I flip spoons! I wash pots! I splash water!

"Oops!" the whole person of sports was pushed by the mountain, and it was pushed far away.

Shanfeng saw that sports were pushed out by himself, and he didn't understand what was going on. Just now the mountain peak was usually stir-fried at that time, and the moves for sports are that when I usually stir-fry, I can use whatever action is easy, but I didn't expect it to be really useful.

"What kind of move are you!" said Sportsman, looking happy. No matter how he attacked the mountain peak just now, it seemed that there was a circle around the mountain, and when his move was like a circle, it was bounced away by the circle of the mountain peak.

"It's our usual method of stir-frying!" said Shanfeng, the moves he used just now were 100% the techniques of stir-frying, and Shanfeng thought to himself that all the actions just now should add up to make a braised beef noodle!

"Stir-fry?" Sports held his head in his hands and couldn't believe his ears, and began to recall the move of the mountain just now, and he understood it at once. Usually there are two people in the kitchen, him and Shanfeng, and the two of them are so familiar with the action just now that they can't be more familiar.

"You just made braised beef noodles!" shouted Sportsman, shouting out the move of the mountain.

"That's right! I made braised beef noodles just now, and I washed the pot by the way. "Shanfeng thinks that sports is sports, and he can even see what kind of food I make.

Sports are not as optimistic as Shanfeng, and he almost vomited blood. He has practiced martial arts with Shanfeng for so long, and now Shanfeng actually defeated himself with a set of "braised beef noodles".

Are you kidding? Doesn't that mean that he has been practicing with Shanfeng for so much that he can't even beat a chef! And he's a chef who can make braised beef noodles.

"Is this a new move, I remember Old Man Du said that only those who have achieved martial arts can create martial arts, and my move is called braised beef noodles!" said with a smile, happy that he could create martial arts.

"Shit's braised beef noodles!" shouted at the mountain, his face angry. "Don't you know that as long as you are a chef, you can make braised beef noodles! Our martial arts this year have been in vain, and we can't even beat a chef who can cook braised beef noodles! Do you understand?"

"Even a chef who can cook braised beef noodles can't win, and his martial arts are so inflammatory. Sports threw down a sentence and ran away, leaving Shanfeng standing there stupidly and reminiscing about what Sports had just said.

"Braised beef noodles!hahaha" Shan Feng's tears flowed, and he was so sad that he had a nosebleed and fell to his knees.

What the hell have we been doing all year? God, if you know, can you tell me?

Under a big tree not far away, the drunken Shinkong smirked. "What's wrong with the braised beef noodles? It's ordinary, but it's full. ”

The next day, the two of them went about their work as usual, but neither was silent. It's not interesting to scold them for a few words, and after scolding them for being bored, they leave the kitchen.

The mountain peak and the sports are both stir-frying with their heads down, and there is no sparkle in the eyes of the two of them. On that day, all the people who had lunch at Shaolin Temple vomited because every dish was salty.

In the evening, when the whole temple had eaten, it was ready, and when I only ate a little bit and tasted it, I found that it was finally not salty. However, they vomited anyway, because the food for dinner did not taste at all.

If it's just one day, it's fine, and every day after that, the food in Shaolin Temple has no taste at all, and it's even lighter than water. The pilgrims who came to travel later knew that the dishes in Shaolin Temple had no taste, and they all brought their own food when they came.

This has seriously affected the catering income in the temple, not to mention, the monks up and down the temple have been so angry that they can't do it.

"!

"What is that drunkard doing in Shinku!"

Finally, after being tortured for a month, the elder brother in the temple organized a protest group to protest against Zhiyuan, who had just been released from Muren Alley. When Zhiyuan was punished in Muren Alley, he was also very angry about this month's food. But he's locked up in Wooden Man Alley, so how can he know what's going on. In desperation, I had to ask Master Xintian to go out and ask Xinkong what was going on.

Xintian drove Zhiyuan out without saying anything, and then Zhiyuan could only ignore it.

When the senior brother and the others saw that Master Xintian didn't say anything, Zhiyuan also said that he didn't care, so he had to kill the back kitchen collectively.

"Xinkong, you come out for me!" the senior brother stood at the door of the back kitchen, and the husband was in charge.

"Come out, come out!" the group of monks behind shouted in unison.

Shan Feng and Sports lowered their heads, stood up expressionlessly, and prepared to walk towards the senior brother. They were ready to be beaten to death by the monks of the Shaolin Temple.

"Yo, there are so many people, are we going to hold a barbecue meeting for 100 people? Why don't I, the head chef, know?" Shinku, who is usually drunk, didn't drink today and walked out.

Senior Brother looked at Xinkong, gritted his teeth and said, "Xinkong, we've endured enough. ”

"Bear with what?" Shinku yawned, rubbing his eyes into a ball and flicking it with his little thumb, smashing it right on the elder brother's face.

The elder brother's face turned dark, and he pressed his right hand with a move Prajna Bodhi was about to attack, when he heard a cough coming from the roof of the back kitchen.

Xintian stood there flutteringly dressed, as if he was a god descending to earth, his eyes slightly open. The senior brother saw Xintian's hand and immediately put it down, and took a deep breath.

"What the hell is going on in your back kitchen! The dishes you make have no taste at all, and we don't talk about the food that hurts, and now the tourists have opinions about us! Aren't you doing this to tear down the signboard of our Shaolin Temple? If this continues, the number of tourists will definitely get smaller and smaller! Not to mention that it will not meet this year's target, what should we do if it affects the five-star evaluation!" "Senior Brother Xintianzai did not dare to use force, so he had to find a way to say that the communication was empty.

"That's right!"

"Give me back the taste, give me back the food!"

The monks also held back their anger for a month, and now they all have a seizure.

In fact, if they can get into the kitchen themselves, they will have to cook something to eat by themselves. But the back kitchen is also a forbidden place in the Shaolin Temple, but this forbidden place is stipulated by Xinkong himself.

Usually, if a monk wants to steal something, he will be ruthlessly thrown out by Shinkong. They didn't dare to use force, although Xinkong used the most basic Taizu long fist of Shaolin Temple, but they also beat them.

The senior brother looked at the basket of fresh fruits and vegetables in the back kitchen, and his heart was bleeding.

He turned to face the monks, his eyes full of tears, and a distressed expression.

"Let's take a look inside!"

The monks looked into the back kitchen, and at a glance they saw the baskets of delicate fruits and vegetables, and they were all shocked in their hearts.

"What a lovely and delicious basket of vegetables, and it looks so unpalatable to the three of them! What a terrible thing, it is a desecration of food. The elder brother pointed at the three of them and continued: "They are the demons who dominate this kitchen, they hide here and enjoy the food alone, and then give us those lovely delicacies to eat!

"Demon, demon!" the monks shouted with their arms raised, and their eyes were full of anger as they looked at the three of them.

Xinkong was buttoning his nose, startled by the shouts of the monks, and poked his nosebleed out with a shudder. "! ”

The senior brother looked at the agitated monks, and smiled secretly at the corner of his mouth. What if we can't use force? There are so many of us, and when everyone makes a fuss, I see how you can stop it.

"These demons alone occupy the food, but let us eat the dregs that we can't swallow at all! Do we have to endure it any longer?" Senior Brother's passionate speech completely ignited the long-suppressed anger of the monks.

"Can't bear it!" the monks shouted again.

"So what are you waiting for, are you going to keep eating that thing that can't be called food at all?"

"Give me back the food, long live the food!" The roar of the monks shook the entire Shaomu Mountain, startling a group of birds.

"Rush!" the elder brother angrily hammered his chest, and escaped a bald-headed, yellow-skinned gorilla in heat.

"Rush, move towards the food!" Shinku's sanity was completely lost after Shinku took a cucumber from the monk's robe and took a bite.

At the moment, they are just a pack of hungry wolves with nothing but food in their eyes.

"It's a good thing to say, long live the food. Shanfeng secretly praised, and the senior brother's speech made his blood boil.

Sports turned back and gave Shanfeng a roll of the eyes, is this guy really a fool?

"Have you forgotten that the unpalatable food they say is the work of the two of us?"

The mountain peak patted his head with a bang before he remembered. "I forgot, so what are we going to do?"

Sports looked at the group of monks who rushed in like mad dogs and swallowed. "I just hope they don't eat us, I now know how crazy a person's dedication to food can be, and I kind of can understand the feeling you feel when you look at my vegetables like a hungry wolf after 16 days of eating white rice in a row. ”

"I shouldn't have been as ugly as they were at the time, was I?" said Shanfeng, pointing to the group of monks who rushed in, and several monks were already using their hands and feet together, spitting saliva and rushing inside.

Sports shook his head and said, "This one really doesn't exist. ”

Xintian stood on the roof, the monk's robe on his body was windless, and the two tiles under his feet cracked instantly, just as he was about to make a move. A cucumber changes everything.

"I really didn't think it was a cucumber that hit me in the face. You know, it's a cucumber! If it hadn't been crushed by someone else, I wouldn't have hesitated to pick it up and eat it. The elder brother later wrote in his memoir "To Our Dying Shaolin Temple".

"You can't stare at it, you can't even describe it in words. If you want to make it clear, then you'll find that you're running out of words. At that moment it seemed to come from the heavenly realm, the roar of the gods, the call of hell. It is the source of everything and the end of everything. Because if you were there, you would have been like me, speechless. I still can't forget the style of that cucumber. "Taken from an interview with the physical fitness master who became the head disciple of the Pharmacist Academy.

"Cucumber? I can't remember if it's a cucumber, I just know that after that thing hit my brother's face, my whole body was completely ablaze. "Memories of the Wudang Sect Sect Sect Master.

"Ah, I still remember it clearly, I can't forget the face of my brother who was smashed! At that time, Shangshu Zuo Shilang talked to reporters on the front line about the old things when he was studying martial arts in Shaolin, and he said.

"Click", Xinkong's right nostril was bleeding, and he took a bite of the cucumber hard, and then threw it hard. The cucumber smashed into the face of the senior brother at a speed of 100 meters per second, and the two teeth of the senior brother were smashed at once, and the broken cucumber mixed with the blood of the senior brother was splashed on the monk on the side.

"If you want to break into the back kitchen, I'll beat him out, abbot!" Shinku continued to clasp his left nostril, and the blood rushed instantly when he exerted too much force.