When the first rays of sunlight had not yet shone in, Chen Wenshan had already woken up. The bed was covered with sweat stains, and the moment before waking up, his body and face were covered with sweat.

There was a teapot on the table, with a brown body, a brown lid, and a brown teacup next to it. Chen Wenshan poured the water from the teapot into the teacup with difficulty, holding the teacup full of water in his hand, his hand trembled a little, and part of the tea swayed. He suddenly put the teacup down, picked up the teapot instead, and drank it into the spout. There was a lot of overflow from his mouth, and he just drank it, and when the water in the teapot was halfway down, he stopped. He wiped his mouth with the clothes on his hand and walked out the door.

The morning breeze did not dampen all the dull emotions in his heart, and he closed his eyes and chose to forget......

When Chen Wenshan went to the kitchen, Master Yao stood there with his body straight. Chen Wenshan bowed to Master Yao, and the two stood opposite each other.

Master Yao pointed to the firewood piled together, "You still have to chop firewood today." But I'll only allow you to chop once, and after that you can't chop whatever the firewood looks like. I want you to use the chopping wood to make the fire, and the fire should be strong, but my food must not be mushy. ”

"Your hands have to be steady. Your hands are the organs of your body, and if you can't even control your own hands, you won't be able to hold a knife at all. Swords and aura are extensions of your hands, and if you want to use them well, you have to train your hands well. And burning the fire can also exercise your perception, and the cooking is not mushy, except for the chef who keeps stir-frying, it depends on the uniformity of the fire. ”

"Go ahead, chop wood and make a good fire. ”

"Yes. ”

Chen Wenshan respectfully responded.

Master Yao left, he didn't teach Chen Wenshan how to hold a knife, nor did he teach Chen Wenshan how to chop wood.

Chen Wenshan stood alone in front of the firewood pile, repeating the actions he had done thousands of times in the past. He would pause for a long time with each knife, and he would pursue perfection with each knife. The firewood is still the same as it was, either thick at one end or thin at that end.

The three hundred and sixty knives, the knife edge paused in the middle of the firewood, Chen Wenshan held his breath and pressed down fiercely. The firewood cracked in response, and the cross-section of the firewood held a few thick fibers, and Chen Wenshan went over to pull them. There were a few sticks of wood pierced into Chen Wenshan's palm like needles, and the white flesh was mixed with wood-colored things, and no blood flowed out.

Chen Wenshan sorted out the chopped firewood piled up on the ground, picked it up and walked into the kitchen.

There were seven in a row of stove holes, and Chen Wenshan lit them all on fire. After the sawdust is ignited, the firewood is placed in it. Chen Wenshan's firewood is very thick, because he only chopped it once, it is impossible to make too many adjustments, which also leads to an extremely difficult process from no fire to fire.

There are already a lot of people in the kitchen, all of them are some cooks who are preparing breakfast, and they are waiting for Chen Wenshan to burn the fire.

"Hurry up, boy, the sun is almost in the middle of this, and this breakfast is about to become lunch. ”

"Wenyi boy, you used to burn the fire quite quickly, why, go out and play with your body, you can't even burn the fire. ”

The people in the kitchen laughed one after another, urging Chen Wenshan.

"If you don't even know how to burn a fire, you can leave here and leave the Qingyun Sect. ”

A discordant voice emerged from the crowd. Everyone who was laughing and scolding closed their mouths, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while.

It was Xia Heng who spoke from the kitchen, different from the rest of the kitchen. He looked at no more than twenty, his talent was outstanding, and what was puzzling was that he came directly to this Lingyun Peak Kitchen after entering the Qingyun Sect a few years ago.

His conversation, his mannerisms are different from those of the foreign chef. If I had to say the difference, it would be a sense of luxury. His knife skills are also extremely exquisite, and cutting vegetables does not look like chopping vegetables, but like murder.

Many people in the foreign kitchen speculated that he came from a big family in the outside world, but no one knew what he was here for. With this layer of speculation, many people will let him a little bit in normal times, and sometimes he will appear respectful and flattering.

"Xiao Xia, it's a bit too much for you to say that, although the boy in the shirt is a little slower to burn the fire, it won't cause too much fault. You can't let the boy leave Qingyun Sect just because he was slow to burn the fire, he finally came in. ”

The people in the kitchen all knew that Chen Wenshan had climbed the ladder to enter the Qingyun Sect, although they had not experienced the hardships and dangers, but they could probably guess it after hearing and seeing it.

Only a few people responded, and most chose to remain silent.

"It's not yours, and it's not yours no matter how much you force it. If it is not suitable, it is not suitable, he has no qualifications but wants to force the immortal fate. He shouldn't have been here in the first place. ”

Xia Heng's tone was tough and disdainful.

"You ......"

The person who spoke was choked there, and there was no way to continue.

"Senior brothers, there is no need to quarrel. Wen Yi will raise the fire in a while, and he will not delay the senior brothers for too long. ”

Chen Wenshan stood up, his face was a little black from smoke, but he spoke very politely.

"Wenshirt boy, you burn slowly, we are not in such a hurry as anyone. ”

Again, the man said.

Wen Yi nodded slightly and said, "Thank you, senior brother." ”

After speaking, he said to Xia Heng: "Senior Brother Lao is waiting for a while." ”

Xia Heng snorted heavily.

Chen Wenshan sat down, put firewood in each stove hole, and used the mouthpiece to blow up the fire to burn faster. The first order of qi refining was limited by the quantity and quality of spiritual qi, and it could not reach the level of spiritual qi out of the body, which meant that Chen Wenshan's cultivation could not help him in burning the fire at all.

With a lot of effort, Chen Wenshan finally lit all the fires in the stove cave.

The chefs in the field kitchen are also starting to get busy.

"The boy in the shirt raised some fire, the fire was too big. ”

"Oh. ”

Chen Wenshan withdrew from the fire, and the firewood was burned in half, the front was cut off from the fire, the back was cut off from the charcoal, and there was still a place that had not been burned. The firewood is very thick, so it is difficult to extinguish the firewood that is withdrawn. When he went to the fire in front, a few puffs of smoke rose up, which made Chen Wenshan's eyes flow into tears.

"Boy, the fire is too small, add fire. ”

Hearing this, Chen Wenshan hurriedly picked up a piece of firewood from his side, regardless of its thickness, and put it directly inside.

The coarse wood started the fire slowly, "Hurry up, boy, my dishes are all cold, and you haven't lit the fire yet?"

Chen Wenshan picked up the mouthpiece and blew hard into it, and the smoke came out, and the more it came out, the more it came out......

"Chen Wenshan, such a big cigarette, are you going to burn the kitchen?"

Lu Shanyue saw that the kitchen kept smoking outside, and rushed in and shouted.

The kitchen was filled with smoke, and the people who stir-fried the vegetables covered their noses and choked.

Lu Shanyue came in and picked up the firewood next to him and said, "Can't you chop it a little harder?" What kind of firewood are you chopping and what kind of fire are you burning?"

"Look, the kitchen is in a mess by you now, what do you want?"

Chen Wenshan pinched his mouthpiece and kept silent.

Xia Heng asked: "Lu Shanyue, can you still cook this meal, give me a good word!"

"Senior Brother Xia, yes, yes, I'll burn this fire, I'll burn it. ”

"Quick, get up, you can't make a fire. ”

Chen Wenshan suddenly got up and stared at Lu Shanyue and Xia Heng, his eyes glowing red.

There were some white marks on the ends of the black hair.

Xia Heng's expression was cold, and he muttered: "Murderous!"

Lu Shanyue couldn't help but take a step back, "Why, I can't say it yet, get out of the way, you come back to burn the fire at noon, now there is not much time, if it doesn't burn, I'll burn it first." ”

Chen Wenshan's clenched fists loosened and said, "Senior Brother Lu, please." ”

......

Master Yao was lying on top of a boulder, snoring with his eyes closed. He clasped his nose with his hand and muttered, "A good knife to sharpen!"

......

Chen Wenshan walked to an open place, took a few deep breaths, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, carrying the Qingyun Sect into the door to absorb the aura of heaven and earth. After a few breaths, he gradually stopped, remembering Master Yao's words, thinking about the way he chopped wood, thinking about his action of holding the knife, he gestured to his chest. There was a flash of light in his mind, and his hand was making a mysterious trajectory, and he was not yet halfway through it, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Sure enough, it's still too reluctant. ”

He withdrew his hand and looked at the sky, breathing evenly.

"How do you use the knife?"

He made a splitting gesture, facing the sky. His eyes followed the palm of his hand, which seemed to divide the sky in half.

"Break, how?"

He got up and went back to the kitchen, where the people were still busy.

Chen Wenshan picked up the wood-splitting knife placed on the wall, and kept adjusting the position of his hand against the handle of the knife. He slashed lightly at the firewood standing in front of him, and stopped when he was only a few inches away. Then he raised the knife and slashed it again, repeating ......

Xia Heng in the kitchen looked at Chen Wenshan's eyes outside and gradually became gloomy, he had no enmity with Chen Wenshan, before yesterday.

......

Zhou Tai held a grass in his mouth and floated with stones on the side of a river.

"I don't know what happened to Wen Yi?"

Zhou Tai threw a flat stone, which made seven splashes before sinking to the bottom of the river.

"Okay, Zhou Xiaopang, you're lazy again!"

Tang Wanru grabbed Zhou Tai's ears from behind Zhou Tai.

"It hurts, senior sister let go. ”

"Say, what are you doing?"

"No, I'm just wondering what happened to Wen Yi. ”

Tang Wanru let go of Zhou Tai's ears and suddenly smiled, "Wen Yi, it's definitely going to be fine." ”

Zhou Tai looked at Tang Wanru suspiciously, with a strange expression.

"Senior sister, your shirt is very affectionate!"

Tang Wanru's eyes were erratic and she coughed a few times.

"Senior sister, you won't ......"

"Zhou Xiaopang, get out of here and cultivate. Cultivating day by day is not long, and cranky thinking is better than anyone else. ”

Zhou Tai's words were interrupted by Tang Wanru, who grabbed his ears as if walking from a distance.

"Senior sister, I won't say it, I won't say it. Why do you say you are so gentle with Wen Yi and so fierce to me?"

"Shut up. ”

"Good, good, hiss, pain. ”

......

Master Yao crossed his legs on the boulder and laughed, there was no one else beside him, no one knew he was laughing, and no one knew what he was laughing at, except himself.