"What the hell is going on? Could it be that there are side effects of the things made in the God of Food?" Chen Xinyan was a little at a loss.

Rou Lan wiped her face indiscriminately, wiped the lotus flower off her face, and sobbed, "No...... Nothing, I just ...... I was just...... As soon as I thought of it...... Childe even cooks...... Better than me, the first time I did it...... It's so delicious, then I'm ...... Isn't it...... It's useless?"

Chen Xinyan was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed: "Hahaha, hey, I thought it was something, so it turned out to be like this." Sure enough, it's still a child, what's so sad about this, but it's okay, at least it's much more real than the previous puppet. ”

Roulan's little head shook like a rattle, and she said aggrievedly, "I'm not...... Little kids, I'm just ...... Don't want to...... Myself...... There is no ...... about Childe Use. ”

"Hmm......" Chen Xinshen pondered for a moment and said, "Yes, if I give you a copy of the God of Food Treasure Book I used for cooking just now, you can study hard according to it, and you will definitely be able to make it a hundred times better than me." ”

"Is this okay?" said Roulan timidly, "Can you pass it on to anyone?"

"I don't know what the God of Food Treasure is that is, but he didn't forbid me to copy it and pass it on, after all, if it's just cooking, it's not so precious to cultivators. Chen Xinyan spread his hands and said, "Don't worry, even if I don't copy it to you, I will have to copy it to a fat monk in the future, otherwise he will have to entangle me to death." ”

"Yes. Roulan replied in a low voice.

A meal was quickly wiped out under the combined efforts of the two, Chen Xinyan is combat power to eat by himself is not bad, and Roulan may have just awakened, so her appetite is not small.

After being full of wine and food, Chen Xinshen asked Roulan to bring a pen and paper, closed her eyes and opened the God of Food Book in her mind, and recalled the details in detail. Due to the collection of delicacies and snacks from various countries in ancient and modern times, the food god book that existed in his imagination was actually of astonishing thickness, and it was estimated that there were several books stacked on top of each other. Fortunately, the God of Food Book originally existed in his mind, and as a monk, he could be multitasking, even if he closed his eyes, he could quickly record the recipes in his mind with his hands, otherwise, if ordinary people want to copy this God of Food Book, it will not take a few days and nights to do so.

With the help of the monk's physique and spiritual power, Chen Xinyan waved Fang Xuan's pen to walk the dragon and snake, and it didn't take long for a blank page of paper to be written densely, and its handwriting was like floating clouds, like a dragon, but it was quite pleasing to the eye. Of course, this is only one ten-millionth of the amount, and seeing that there is a long way to go, he does not take a break, and continues to pick up a new page of blank paper and begins to write down one.

Rao was like this, and it took him two or three hours to carry the God of Food Treasure Book in his mind onto a blank piece of paper.

"Whew, it's finally finished. Chen Xinyan deepened his waist and looked up, only to find that Roulan was lying on the small table napping, her nose fluttering, and her snoring slightly.

I don't know what beautiful things I dreamed of, although there was still a trace of tiredness between my eyebrows, but even in my dream, there was a shallow smile on the corner of Roulan's mouth. Chen Xinshen carefully pushed away the chair and got up, lest the range of his movements be too large to wake up Roulan, who was immersed in a sweet dream.

He tiptoed to the window, where the sun was shining. It was noon, and the early summer sun was high in the sky, and it was already a little hot. The ancient city of Loulan in the midst of the mirage is surrounded by a barren desert, and the scorching sun casts infinite light and endless heat. In the desert, the heaven and earth are like a big furnace, and only in Loulan City is there a little shade due to the adjustment of the formation.

Chen Xinshen was rarely at ease, so he raised his head and stared at the scorching disc in the air. As a cultivator who is still at a high level of God Refining, it is not difficult to look directly at the sun. Unlike when he was a child, this was the first time he looked seriously at the burning fireball from the human world.

"The light that blinds us is darkness to us. The dawn will only dawn when we are awake. The sun is just a morning star. A mellow voice rang in his ears.

Chen Xinshen turned his head and saw that it was the middle-aged scholar who passed on his God of Food Treasure that night: "Thoreau's Walden?

Chen Xinyan subconsciously took strict vigilance, but the next moment he found that he still couldn't raise any precautions like last time.

"Shhhh The middle-aged scholar put his index finger between his lips before he smiled, "Why are you in a daze? I heard that you participated in the selection of one of the new four ghosts, and you still have such idle time in a daze." ”

"It's not bad to be in a daze, the world also needs useless things, and if everything has to have a meaning, it will make people breathless. In fact, my most longing life is to take a nap in the winter afternoon sun, with a chair behind me and a small book in front of me. Chen Xinyan smiled lightly and said lazily.

"You don't have any ambitions. The middle-aged scholar smiled helplessly, "I came this time because I wanted to give you a gift, and the last time the God of Food Treasure Book was just an accessory to this gift." ”

As the saying goes, eating people is soft-mouthed, and taking people is short-handed, hearing him say this, Chen Xinyan suddenly hesitated: "Gift, why does Mr. Zhixing treat me so kindly? I haven't done anything for you." ”

"You've done more than you thought and much better than you thought. If you don't accept this gift, you can't do it, otherwise I won't be at ease in my heart. The middle-aged scholar smiled softly, but he didn't say anything and pointed to his eyebrows.

Chen Xinshen instinctively wanted to resist, but found that he couldn't move.

Bad feeling.

However, with the flame in the center of his eyebrows, he is not afraid of any malice from the middle-aged scholar. Even if you die unexpectedly, the risk of exposing your identity and using your innate abilities is significantly higher than if you lose a small level after being reborn.

A torrent of laws rolled down the fingers of the middle-aged scholar, which was an endless kendo perception and swordsmanship experience. The torrent of laws continued to settle in his body, and soon a high platform was built in the field of his heart.

"Almost. The middle-aged scholar nodded with satisfaction, and with a slight turn of his index finger to the right, a stream of spiritual fire invisible to the naked eye seeped into Chen Xinyan's body through his fingertips.

As soon as the blue spiritual fire invaded his body, it brought a strange feeling of coolness, like eating watermelon in summer, or drinking a cup of iced sour plum soup on dog days. The fire spread wildly, and soon burned to the vicinity of the heart field, and the high platform formed by the torrent of laws instantly turned into a large volcano as soon as it touched the blue spiritual fire.

There were countless sword intents in the flames like volcanic eruptions, regarding the way of the sword, Chen Xinyan had countless ideas in his heart, relying on the impact of this wave of inspiration, the sword intent condensed by the blue spiritual fire turned into tadpole-like runes, imprinted on the high platform in the heart field.