"Grandpa Yan. Su Ziang asked, "In Infernal Overseas, are samurai more powerful than monks?"

"Before the warrior came out of the spirit shield, he was a waste, and when he had the spirit shield, he fought with a monk of the same level, and he almost won the battle, unless the monk had a particularly powerful magic weapon. ”

"Who is King Daming?"

"He is the pillar of our Great Xia Dynasty. Yan Qianhu looked at the gray sky above the main hall, his eyes were leisurely, and said, "Most of the prisoners in the Infernal Sea were captured by him and the Golden Eagle Guard in his hands, but very few people have a grudge against him. ”

"Why don't you hate him?" Su Ziang was a little puzzled.

"There is hatred between men. Yan Qianhu sighed: "When a person faces a god, what hatred is there?"

On the second day of the bathing day, six strange men in crimson robes came to the prison kitchen, surrounded by an old man in a white robe, the old man was in good spirits, standing in the prison kitchen and looking around, judging from Wang Ming's expression, the old man's identity was extremely noble.

"There are such careful people in the Infernal Sea, who chops firewood?" The old man saw Su Ziang in the corner of the wall chopping and stacking the firewood one by one, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly moved over to check, and his voice was soft, sharp and penetrating.

Wang Ming said: "Back to Gonggong Feng's words, this firewood was chopped by Su Ziang, a new prisoner in the prison. After speaking, he raised his finger and pointed at Su Ziang.

"Ouch, Su Ziang is a careful little boy, let's transfer it to the miscellaneous family in the future. Although Gonggong Feng spoke in a sharp voice, he was very direct and straightforward: "The firewood he chopped is evenly sized, and the miscellaneous family can use it." ”

"No, everything is at the behest of Grandpa Feng. Wang Ming replied respectfully.

"Ouch, this is not to listen to the orders of the miscellaneous family, just because the little prince must drink this quenching soup, if we can't boil it well, how can we get it......"

"No. As soon as Wang Ming heard the three words of the little prince, his expression became even more serious.

Soon after, a large group of prisoners carried in all kinds of bowls, basins, stoves and other kitchen utensils, each item was simple and elegant, revealing a nameless preciousness, Su Ziang had never seen it.

A few days later, after the big stove was completed and the cauldron was put on the shelf, Feng Gonggong personally supervised the people to test the stove, and a prisoner pulled the bellows "huh, huh" the mountain sound, the fire in the stove could not burn, and the smoke choked everyone and coughed.

Wang Ming's face was immediately difficult to look at, and he personally looked for the reason, but he didn't find anything wrong, and Gonggong Feng's face slowly didn't look good, and he suddenly heard Su Ziang say timidly on the side: "Shall I try it?"

"Okay, you can try. Wang Mingzheng was at a loss and was a little hairy, and immediately stepped aside.

Su Ziang first dismantled the wooden planks of the box one by one, pulled out the chicken feather wind center in the box, cleaned up the dust on it, and then rearranged and tied the chicken feather duster, and then restored and installed it after a while, pulling it back and forth, the chicken feather wind heart drove the wind, the fire in the stove was big, and the smoke naturally dissipated.

"You actually know how to cultivate this?" Wang Mingqi said:

Su Ziang said: "I used to pull bellows in the blacksmith shop, and the bellows were often broken, and I have seen people repair them a few times. ”

"Su Ziang is clever and diligent, and the miscellaneous family didn't misunderstand you. Gonggong Feng's sideburns were pale, and he smiled: "From tomorrow, this little boy will start to learn to make soup with the miscellaneous family." ”

"Okay. Su Ziang looked up at Wang Ming, and when he saw Wang Ming nodding in agreement, he immediately responded loudly.

The next day, a quaint amphora open-mouthed porcelain urn was set on the stove, the fire was blazing, the soup in the urn was boiling, a pheasant was looming in the soup, and Feng Gonggong kept putting all kinds of ingredients into the urn.

"Boy, listen well, this is called wolfberry pheasant soup, the only thing to grasp is the fire, first boil over high heat, and then simmer over low heat, in addition to the pheasant, then put some ginger, wolfberry, salt and licorice. ”

"Grandpa Feng, how can this chicken soup be boiled well?"

"Boy, this work can not be rushed, stew slowly over low heat, don't pull the bellows to urge the fire, after the pheasant is fragrant, it will continue to stew, until a layer of butter floats on the soup, it's okay, the palace concubines and princesses like to drink the pheasant and wolfberry soup stewed by the family......"

"Oh. ”

"Boy, this is for you to test the fire, teach you to practice your hands, and it is the right thing to make quenching soup for the little prince in the future, and there is no room for mistakes. Gonggong Feng's shrill voice was stiff, and he said extremely seriously: "If you boil a pot of Guyuan quenching soup, you will lose your head if you don't get it right." ”

Su Ziang's heart sank, from Gonggong Feng's expression and tone, he could feel that boiling quenching marrow soup was a serious and dangerous matter, and at the same time, he was also full of doubts, this quenching marrow soup is so valuable, can it be possible to become an immortal after drinking a sip?

A few days later, Su Ziang, who had never seen the world, gained insight for the first time under the introduction of Gonggong Feng!

A separate hall room was opened next to the small stove as a storage room, and when Su Ziang walked into the storage room with Gonggong Feng, he only smelled that the room was filled with a fragrance of medicinal herbs, and the shelves were full of all kinds of natural treasures, dried fruits and pulp, each of which looked strange, and it was impossible to name one.

Feng Gonggong picked up an earthy yellow humanoid plant and said: "This is a seventh-order spiritual material phoenix feather yellow ginseng, this one alone is worth 50,000 spirit stones, if this ginseng becomes golden, it is an eighth-order spiritual material or above, and 100,000 spirit stones cannot be bought, you can go to heaven and earth, and come back to life." ”

Although Su Ziang didn't understand the concept of 100,000 spirit stones, but seeing that Gonggong Feng said so solemnly, he not only glanced at Feng Yu Huang Shen a few more times, but saw that it had grown into an obvious human shape, all of them were earthy yellow, and even the eyebrows and eyes were faintly formed.

"This is called heavenly licorice, look at the spirit patterns on this grass There are four ways, that is, the fourth-order spirit grass, one is worth five hundred spirit stones, and the auxiliary herb. Gonggong Feng put the phoenix feather yellow ginseng back on the shelf, picked up a red blade of grass and explained: "Tianlicorice is very useful, whether it is used for soup or medicine, there is no harm in using it." ”

He looked at Su Ziang and said, "Boy, smell it, it's sweet, you have to memorize the names of these heavenly treasures in the shortest possible time, and you must not make mistakes." ”

"Huh?" Su Ziang was stunned, and asked with a bitter face: "Father-in-law, I don't recognize any of these medicinal materials, how can I remember them?"

"Take the book and compare it. Gonggong Feng had already prepared, took out a booklet from his arms, and said: "This book of "Six Realms Foreign Objects" has a detailed introduction to the sources, uses, and parts of various heavenly and earthly treasures. ”

"Father-in-law, I haven't finished my school, and I don't know much. Su Ziang had a bitter look on his face.

"If you don't understand, come and ask my father-in-law. Gonggong Feng said and squatted down, fished out a crystal clear meat ball from an earthen basin, and said: "Boy, look at it, this is the most unique specialty of the Infernal Sea, the eighth-order demon beast Ying Gui Neidan, this one alone is a priceless treasure, and the cultivators of the whole world are eager to take it." ”

Su Ziang also squatted down, took a closer look at this priceless treasure, only smelled a strong smell of blood, he curiously reached out to touch it, Feng Gonggong stretched out his hand to stop it, and said, "Don't poke it, boy, touch a small piece, and our lives will be over." ”

"Grandpa Feng, I heard Lord Wang say that this Ying Turtle is the messenger of the Candle Dragon, how can I catch it?"