Lin Li glanced at Chen Haitao, although he knew what he was thinking, he didn't break it, and a backhand of the God of Food appeared in his hand, and said, "I don't know if Xiao Tao is willing to accept the inheritance of the ancestor?"

Chen Haitao looked surprised, but then he was replaced by surprise, and hurriedly nodded: "Of course I am willing, it is a great honor for the younger generation that the ancestor is willing to teach me." ”

"Well, the children can be taught. Then he threw the recipe to Chen Haitao. Seeing this, Chen Haitao took the recipe, opened it and began to read, how is it a recipe, isn't it the Blood Demon Divine Skill?

Chen Haitao was puzzled and asked, "Why did the ancestor teach me this kind of exercise?

"Not satisfied, or do you want the Blood Demon Divine Skill?"

"Junior, junior..."

"Come on, as far as what your kid is thinking, the ancestor will not understand. ”

"Then why is the ancestor?"

"You really covet my Blood Demon Divine Skill?"

"The little ones don't dare, the little ones do wrong, I, I..."

"Ancestor teased you, do you think that the so-called God of Food Exercise doesn't have much effect? Or is it very chicken when you hear it?"

Chen Haitao nodded, although he likes to cook, but it is just a side business, it is difficult to fight with people with a kitchen knife in the future!

Lin Li continued: "Food is what mortals need, and we immortal cultivators, as long as we reach the Grandmaster level, we can open the valley and breathe the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to maintain the energy needed by the body. ”

Immortal cultivators, after arriving at the grandmaster, do not need to eat, eating is just a whim, after all, casual retreat is a few years or even decades.

"And what you think of as the low end of the food is that it tastes delicious, just for a momentary pleasure. And the high-end ones are made of some spiritual objects rich in spiritual energy, and eating them can also increase a little spiritual power, right?"

Chen Haitao nodded, isn't the food like this? Although his signature dishes are a little more expensive, the ingredients used are all top-notch, and the gravy is delicious, the taste is excellent, no matter how you say it, it is worth the money.

"But that's just a small path, the practice of the God of Food is to let you go to the Great Dao, although many of the contents are how to cook, but the content contained in it contains the Dao of cultivating immortals..."

"Ancestor, how do I feel that you are fooling me. ”

"How is it possible, the so-called life is like a dish, and the same is true of the avenue, a dish can contain all the flavors of the world, and even contain the idea of cultivating immortals, or kill people invisibly!"

"What the ancestor said is so powerful, it's better to demonstrate..."Chen Haitao said with disbelief on his face.

Lin Li stared at Chen Haitao, and said in his heart: This kid is really difficult to fool, it seems that he can't be frightened without a little real material.

Looking at the ancestor's serious gaze, a trace of panic flashed in Chen Haitao's heart, the ancestor wouldn't really be angry.

Lin Li retracted his gaze and said, "Boy, the ancestor only does it once, so you know what it means to eat for a lifetime!"

With the sliding of his fingers, a pot appeared in front of Lin Li, and then an iron spoon also appeared in Lin Li's hand, and a bowl full of spiritual springs was placed in front of him.

Chen Haitao made the ancestor cry and laugh, this ancestor wouldn't really want to cook.

The pot is suspended in the air, the mixed yuan divine fire is burning below, the pot is burning, the iron spoon is in the hand, scoop a large spoonful of spiritual spring and put it in the pot, the pot begins to become gentle, ten breaths of time, the fire is getting bigger, and the pot is tumbling, and then the main dish snow fish is put in the pot, controlling the fire of the mixed yuan divine fire, and after dozens of breaths, there is a snow fish fragrance in the pot, which is wonderful.

Glancing at the snow fish in the pot, it was at this time that all the other ingredients and accessories prepared were put in the pot, stir-fried, covered the pot, and then turned up the mixed yuan divine fire, and the earth-destroying fire burned the iron pot, and the iron pot made a rumbling roar.

Chen Haitao watched the ancestor cooking, and praised in his heart: I didn't expect the ancestor who used to kill decisively to cook, it's rare, wait a minute, no matter what the taste is, I have to boast, the dishes made by the ancestor, who has tasted it for thousands of years, I feel a little excited when I think about it.

Feeling the divine fire under the iron pot, although I didn't touch it personally, the breath that came from it made Chen Haitao feel depressed, the flame in the hands of this ancestor is probably an extraordinary thing, how can I feel that I will be wiped out when I touch it!

After about a stick of incense, Lin Li withdrew the divine fire, the iron pot hung in the air, and shouted, "Boy, don't come and taste the dishes made by your ancestor." ”

Looking at the ancestor's determined face, Chen Haitao wanted to say: I'm afraid that the snow fish with such a big fire has been boiled.

Chen Haitao came to the iron pot, opened the lid of the pot, a strange fragrance came out of the pot, the snow fish was lying in the pot intact, just looking at its shape, it was not like it had been steamed, but how could such a big fire be!

Forcing the curiosity in his heart, Chen Haitao used the chopsticks that had been prepared to clamp it, and suddenly a pair of chopsticks hit the back of his hand, and Chen Haitao glanced at the ancestor.

I saw that the ancestor took out two pairs of dishes and chopsticks, handed one of them to him and said, "Of course, good food must use good dishes and chopsticks, I don't know this." ”

Chen Haitao glanced at the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, this bowl actually exuded a rich aura, which seemed to be aura, but it was not aura, as if it was several levels higher than aura. The chopsticks in my hand are made of an unknown kind of bamboo, but there is nothing special about it.

Lin Li sandwiched a piece of fish, and the originally fresh snowfish left from the tender live fish to become one or two round, and gradually became fully cooked, although it was gradually completed in two breaths. Chen Haitao had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, this is like a person's life, gradually birth, old age, sickness and death.

"Well, it tastes good, you can taste it too!" Lin Li praised.

Chen Haitao realized, it turned out that the ancestor wanted to use this way to tell me that cooking is like life, life is varied, only by seeing the truth can we go straight to the avenue, with a humble and studious mentality, Chen Haitao picked up a piece of fish and tasted it carefully.

If Lin Li knew what Chen Haitao was thinking, I was afraid that he would vomit blood in anger, I originally made this out to make you sigh at the unfathomable level of cooking, you are good, think about other aspects.

Chen Haitao smelled the strange fragrance of the fish in the chopsticks, sandwiched it in his mouth, delicate and smooth, with an excellent taste, and said in his heart: The dishes made by the ancestor really taste excellent, and I am not in the same realm compared to the ancestor after all.

Suddenly, Chen Haitao's pupils dilated, his eyes were hideous, his spiritual sense was like being struck by lightning, and the whole person froze in place.

Lin Li glanced at him and said with a smile: "The fish I made is something that mortals can try, but this fish is really fresh." I set up a formation and continued to taste the taste of snow fish.

Chen Haitao felt that his eyes were dark, and several pairs of black hands appeared on the ground and grabbed him, pulling him to the ground as hard as he could, struggling desperately, but it was still useless, his cultivation was as if it had been sealed, and he was as weak as an ordinary mortal.

shouted to the ancestor, but the figure of the ancestor was long gone, and he could only let those hands pull him into the ground, Chen Haitao wailed in pain, and shouted for help as much as he could, but no one paid attention to him.

There is no light, only darkness, pitch black, like a cage, imprisoning Chen Haitao here, not seeing the light of day.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe in an instant, maybe an hour, maybe a day, maybe a year, maybe centuries, so old that Chen Haitao has forgotten who he is.

A cold and snowy place, a group of people walked slowly in the snow, unaffected by the ice and snow at all.

The leader was a middle-aged man, dressed in a blood-black robe, followed by several disciples in black robes, all wearing black masks, whose faces could not be seen clearly.

"Wow, whoa, whoa..."

At this time, a child's voice came from afar, and the middle-aged man wondered, how could there be a baby's voice in this icy and snowy place? The middle-aged man motioned for everyone to walk towards the child's voice.

After walking for about a mile, he stopped, and saw an abandoned child crying in the snow in swaddling clothes, and the cry shook the earth.

The middle-aged man picked up the baby, looking at its thick eyebrows and big eyes, its limbs were complete, and even its vitality was different from that of ordinary babies. And the baby didn't continue to cry when he saw the middle-aged man picking him up, and began to laugh when he looked at the middle-aged man.

I don't know why the middle-aged man listened to the baby's laughter, and the sorrow in his heart was swept away, and he couldn't put it down while holding the baby.

At this time, one of the people behind said in a deep voice: "Patriarch, what we have done, this child is inconvenient to stay!"

Glancing at this innocent and romantic baby, the man's heart throbbed a little for how long he didn't move, and said, "From today on, he is my Chen Sheng's son, Chen Haitao!"

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the people behind, this...

Ten years later, the baby has gradually become a teenager, the boy is gifted and intelligent, following the master's exercises since childhood, reaching the innate realm at a young age, which can be described as the first talent in the clan for hundreds of years, and under the cultivation of his master, the boy has gradually become the leader of the young generation, the young patriarch.

The boy did not disappoint the master, and as time went by, the boy became better and better, and when he was only in his twenties, he began to take charge on his own, becoming the youngest grandmaster powerhouse in the clan.

Everyone in the clan can feel the changes of the youth, and they believe that one day, under the leadership of the youth, our clan will finally regain the glory of the past.

One day, the young master, that is, the patriarch, was worshipping an ancestor, Chen Haitao walked in, scattered his cold arrogance, restored his childly appearance, took the master's hand and asked, "Master, why do you worship this ancestor every year, you don't even have a portrait?"

The patriarch touched the young man's head lovingly and said, "This is the ancestor of our Blood Demon Clan, the Qilin Blood Demon Ancestor. ”

"Qilin Blood Demon Ancestor?"

"Well, the leader of our Blood Demon Clan, once, he led my Blood Demon Clan to the peak of the Demon Clan. At that time, all the demons were already respected by our clan..."

"Then why is my clan like this now?"

"That's because..."

The young man looked at the white sideburns of the master, and vowed in his heart that he must become a character like the Blood Demon Ancestor, and lead the Blood Demon clan to the prosperity it once had, and even surpass the ancestor, fulfilling the master's dream.