Entering from the Daxiong Treasure Palace, after leaving the hall, bypassing several scripture halls, a group of people led by Zhiyuan to a conference hall to sit down. In the hall, Xintian saw everyone coming and saluted. After everyone returned the salute, after the three heads of the three major families glanced at each other, Yue Linzhi and Yuan Wenbi invited Feng Ruoni to sit on the first seat on the edge of Xintian. The two then sat down on the left and right, and then the heads of the small factions sat down in turn.

The size of the beggar gang and the status of the rivers and lakes should have sat under the three major sects, but Hong Qi saw that he was just one position short, and he was the youngest among the representatives, so he stood up and gave up his seat. All the heads of the houses nodded their heads, and even the old man Xintian gave Hong Qi an approving look. Although Ye Qiutao usually works against Yue Linzhi, he also stands quietly behind Yue Linzhi's seat on such occasions.

Counting Shaolin, the seven major factions that nominally represent the famous and decent martial arts in the Central Plains, and the two major gangs, can be regarded as all together.

"Hey, the last time it was so neat and tidy was twenty-eight years ago. Feng Ruoni looked at everyone in the hall and sighed in a low voice. The various heads also nodded in agreement, especially Yue Linzhi and Ye Qiutao felt more deeply, twenty-eight years ago, when they were only teenagers, they followed their master to participate in the martial arts conference for the first time, that was their youth, thinking of the people and things they met in those years, they also sighed in their hearts that the years were fleeting.

And the cronies and disciples of the various factions standing in the back saw the expressions of their respective masters, and they were also fascinated, what were the rivers and lakes like twenty years ago?

Xintian looked indifferent, and didn't seem to be touched by the memories, and said: "This time, everyone came to the rescue of Shaolin, and the old monk thanked Shaolin in advance. ”

Everyone is courteous, Xintian is the highest generation here, and he is considered a master's generation, and he is polite at the moment.

"The master is serious, the martial arts colleagues are in difficulty, and naturally one side is in trouble, and all sides are rescued. This time, we also received a letter of help from Guo Juxia, or Guo Juxia was well-informed, so we could arrive in time. ”

Hearing Yue Linzhi talk about Guo Juxia, Xintian nodded and said lightly: "He is good." ”

Everyone also nodded, and naturally there was no objection to this. Guo Juxia, the first person in martial arts in the past 30 years, is not only strong in martial arts, but also has many legends of chivalrous deeds. Besides, Guo Juxia is a man of military power, and leading troops to fight is also famous, representing that the Great Song Dynasty has won many victories. As peers, all the heads are proud of this "martial arts contemporary".

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In the back kitchen of Shaolin Temple, more than a dozen stoves are in full swing, and Shanfeng is running between more than a dozen stoves alone. He has been working alone for more than half a year, and the situation of more than a dozen stoves is already a piece of cake for him. At this moment, he was preparing to wait for dinner to be distributed to the refugees.

Naturally, refugees fled with dry food and the like, but thousands of people, three meals a day, the consumption is also huge. Besides, it's a refuge, so naturally I don't have much to bring, so I have something to eat, and don't think about it when I'm full. In the Shaolin Temple, because of the pilgrims who came to worship the Buddha and the catering consumption, the melons, fruits and vegetables in the temple are sufficient.

"Shanfeng, is it burned?" asked several senior brothers in green robes as they entered the back kitchen.

The spatula in Shanfeng's hand was lifted after reaching into the pot, and his little thumb was gently wiped on the spatula and put it in his mouth. "Well, okay, it tastes just right! ”

Several senior brothers looked at the set of actions of the mountain peak, and they all sighed in their hearts, what a chef. Then he hurried to get the pot and helped to start serving the porridge. Just now, they had already smelled the fragrance when they entered the back kitchen, and at this time, they were serving porridge in front of the cauldron, smelling the fragrance rushing to their noses, and they couldn't hold back their saliva anymore.

The back kitchen was originally a forbidden place, but after the refugees entered the temple, the Xinkong people were gone, and Shanfeng couldn't deliver the food alone, so he asked the senior brothers to come in to help.

"Ah, it's so fragrant!Shanfeng, let's eat this porridge for dinner today!" said a senior brother as he served it.

Shanfeng naturally replied, still stir-frying the pickles and pickles in front of him, which was a side dish for the refugees to serve porridge.

"Shanfeng, what are the green dots in this porridge?" asked a senior brother.

"Oh, that's coriander. ”

"Coriander?" the senior brother who asked the question was even more puzzled after receiving the answer.

Another senior brother who served porridge took a spoonful, and after smelling it, he suddenly realized. "It's coriander!"

"That's right, cilantro. "The pickles in front of the mountain peak were fried, and they began to be potted. "You also know the taste of the former temple, who can eat well, add some coriander, can help them avoid a loss of appetite. ”

When the senior brother who asked the question heard that it was coriander, he cried out with a wow. When the others asked him why he was crying, he shouted, "I don't eat coriander!"

"Coriander is so delicious, why don't you eat it?" Shanfeng asked as he heard this.

"I don't know, it's okay to smell it, but when I eat it, I just feel very smelly. The crying senior brother saw the eyes of the other senior brothers, and thought bitterly, it was really similar to that.

The first time Shanfeng met someone who said that coriander stinks, he secretly wrote down the incident in his heart. He picked up the pot of pickles in his hand and walked towards the temple. "It's okay, I'll cook you another porridge after dinner." ”

The senior brother who didn't eat coriander was moved to cry louder when he heard it, and shouted that the mountain peak was the first in the world and followed the mountain peak with a basin. When the others heard this, they were all jealous.

"Bastard, you can actually eat the small stove opened by the mountain peak. Although I was jealous in my heart, I kept working my hands, and I kept up with the porridge. I want to ask why they are so fast, not at all like the attitude of the mountain when they first entered the temple, because they want to get it ready for dinner quickly.

When the refugees saw their arrival, the nearest refugees spontaneously took the rice bowl. While saying thanks, he turned around and passed it inside, although there were many people, but the division of dishes was also orderly. In the distance, the refugees were all sitting, but they were all shouting thanks in the direction of the mountain peak. And the refugees who passed the vegetable bowls did not eat them as soon as they got them, but asked each other where there was a shortage of dry food. If anyone hears that there is no food on any side, or that there is not enough dry food, or something, they will pass it on to that side.

A few back and forth, more than a dozen large pots of porridge dishes were distributed. Seeing the group of refugees chatting and eating together, the mountain peak was very satisfied. My heart is warm, and although I can't tell why, I feel very comfortable.

"Just now, the fight outside the door was fierce. You didn't see it, but I didn't see it until I climbed up to the wall!" said a middle-aged man in linen clothes, biting at his pot helmet. The refugees on the side ate and listened to his story, and they also enjoyed it with relish.

"I've heard about it too, and it seems that several major factions are coming. Those who came in just now are the heads of the various sects. ”

"That's right, you see that when they came in, they were all magnificent, that posture and that look, and the domineering spirit lying on the edge of the sink just now, the people in the rivers and lakes are different. The refugees on the side applauded. When Shanfeng heard this, he immediately squatted down and asked, "Really? What happened, I have been cooking in the kitchen, and I don't know anything." ”

When the refugees saw that it was a mountain peak, they all saluted and thanked him for the food, and then the sackcloth man began to tell the mountain what had happened outside the door at dusk.

"Master, let me tell you, that's really powerful. You know how intense the scene was, there was a sword aura flying over my head. The refugee pointed to his head and said, "Look, my hair has been cut off by the sword qi, and if my head hadn't shrunk quickly, this head would have to move." The people on the side gave him a blank look, thinking that you are bald, and even fools can see it.

Shan Feng looked at the top of the man's head, clapped his hands, and his eyes lit up: "Amazing! It must be the Huashan Sect's Imperial Qi Sword." "Since he entered Shaolin, the deeds of the rivers and lakes have rarely been heard, because those who come up the mountain are all here for sightseeing and consumption, where can I hear such stories.

The refugees on the side, looking at the mountain peak, reacted to their foreheads, thinking that this little monk was afraid that he was not a little fool.

When the sack man saw that Shanfeng was so supportive, he was even more excited, and the sky was falling, and the pot helmet foam in his mouth sprayed Shanfeng's face, and Shanfeng didn't care at all.

"I see, thank you. After listening to the man's story, Shanfeng knew what was happening outside, and thought that he would definitely tell him about it when he served food to the sports in Muren Alley. He wiped the pot and helmet foam from his face and walked to the back kitchen, he was about to start preparing the dinner of his brothers.

Walking on the road, Shanfeng was still reminiscing about the battle outside the door as recounted by the refugees, because he did not look at the road, he ran into a dark shadow.

"I'm sorry!" Shan Feng hurriedly looked up and saluted the man. Only then did I see clearly that the person in front of him was wearing a black robe, his face was covered with a black cloth, and only a pair of eyes were exposed. Because it was already the end of the sunset, the road was dark, and the man was dressed in black, and the mountain peak would not be seen clearly before he collided.

The man didn't say anything, but gave way to the peak, and the peak saluted with his fists and walked forward. As soon as he took two steps, he thought something was wrong, and turned around to stop the man.

It turned out that after the refugees entered the temple, the front temple was crowded, and Zhiyuan originally planned to open up a little space in the inner temple to the refugees, so as not to let the refugees be so anxious in the front temple. However, the refugee representatives said that they were already satisfied with the Shaolin Temple to let them in, and it was inconvenient to walk around. There are too many people to mess up, and it's not good to add a little chaos to the century-old scenery of Shaolin Temple. The most important thing is that I heard that the Shaolin Temple had fined very heavily for uncivilized behaviors such as carving and graffiti in the temple.

In troubled times, there is enough place for peace of mind.

When the man heard Shanfeng's question, he turned around slowly and said, "I'm looking for a toilet and getting lost." ”

Shanfeng patted his head, thinking that this was indeed the case, and hurriedly said: "Then I'll take you there, it's too normal to get lost in the back of the road." When I first came to Shaolin Temple, I often got lost. With that, he prepared to pull the man to the back kitchen toilet.

The man saw the mountain peak stretch out his hand and took a step back. Shanfeng was also puzzled and said, "I'll take you there." It's okay. ”

The man still didn't move, and Shan Feng stared at the man carefully, and through the afterglow, he could only see that the eyes were now looking at him coldly.

"No, it's already out. The man spoke slowly.

Shanfeng didn't understand at first, then clapped his hands and glanced at the man's crotch with a look of sympathy. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. After saying that, he hurriedly turned around and left. No wonder I smelled a stench just now, I was really embarrassed to death, poor that benefactor, I still made him so unbearable, what a sin.

The man in black looked at Shanfeng's crotch before he left, and he smelled a gust of wind blowing from the former temple, so he knew that Shanfeng had misunderstood. Finally, a little fire flashed in his cold eyes.