Penglai Restaurant is the ancestral industry of the Liu family, and it is the sixth generation of Xiaohui's generation. Although the scale of the restaurant is not large, under the painstaking management of Hui'er's parents, it has been running a good and profitable business.

But there are unforeseen circumstances, in the process of picking white dragon grass, Xiaohui's parents unfortunately fell off the cliff and died, leaving only the old and frail Liu Bo and the underage Hui'er to rely on each other.

Since then, the business of Penglai Restaurant has deteriorated, and it has reached the point where it is about to sell its property. It may be that good people have their own blessings, since Uncle Liu picked up the unknown Junci from Moyang Mountain, the business of the Liu family restaurant, which was originally depressed, has become booming again, and it is overcrowded every day, and the seats are full, all thanks to the white dragon soup suddenly invented by the Liu family.

Although the Liu family's homemade white dragon soup does not look very good, and the taste is even more difficult to swallow, the sky-high price of a small bowl of soup and two taels of silver is still in short supply every day.

Early in the morning, as soon as Uncle Liu opened the door, the impatient crowd that had been waiting for a long time rushed in, almost squeezing through the door of Liu's store that had been in disrepair for a long time.

Some familiar neighbors took up their seats while chatting about the Liu family's sudden gold in the white dragon soup.

"I heard that this white dragon soup only sells 100 bowls a day? If you still want to eat it, you have to get up early the next day and queue up?"

"Yes, Mr. Xia in Zhenbei spent ten taels of silver to buy a takeaway of white dragon soup, but Lao Liu actually said that he would not deliver it. ”

"What kind of material is this white dragon soup made of? It is sold so expensive, could it be that it contains precious medicinal foods such as white dragon grass?"

"I don't know if there is white dragon grass, but the main ingredient must be the wild vegetables dug next to the backyard of Ergou's house。。。。。。 ”

"What? A bowl of wild vegetable soup sells for two taels of silver? The Liu family dares to do such a thing that people and gods are angry about?"

"Be quiet, don't fart if you don't understand, lest Lao Liu hear and kick you out. Don't you know that this white dragon soup can cure all diseases?"

"Hehe, as soon as I got up from the little pink belly of Baihua Pavilion, I heard someone say that Liangcheng has a medicinal diet that can cure all diseases, and I would have believed it, but now I heard my brother say this, it seems to be true. ”

"Yes, when the Liu family first launched the White Dragon Soup, no one cared about it at all, and everyone thought that the old Liu Tou wanted money and wanted to go crazy. But later, Lao Liu Tou gave a bowl of white dragon soup to the beggar Su who asked for food, and after two days, the dying beggar Su was full of abscesses and disappeared, not to mention, he could still sing a song with full of energy. This completely exploded the pot, and the Liu family's white dragon soup became famous all of a sudden. It's only been a few days, and it's all spread to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion in Donghua City. It seems that if you want to eat white dragon soup in the future, you have to queue up in the middle of the night. ”

"Really, it's worth it!"

When this pair of fox friends saw the hot white dragon soup served by Hui'er, their eyes suddenly lit up and they devoured it, as if the sour wild vegetable soup was what kind of dragon liver and phoenix gall.

"Serve ten bowls of white dragon soup with the uncle, pack them and take them away. A gangster voice sounded at the door of Liu's restaurant.

Uncle Liu, who was settling accounts, looked up and saw a scar-faced man who looked as strong as a cow standing at the door with a nine-ring knife, and his murderous and banditry were mixed together, which made people feel a little chilled in their hearts.

Uncle Liu chuckled in his heart, and while smiling all over his face, he prayed to God and Buddha in his heart to greet him, "Master, today's share of the white dragon soup has been sold out." Looking at the scarface man who was about to go crazy as soon as his face changed, Uncle Liu quickly changed his words and said, "I'll go talk to the kitchen master and see if I can order a few copies with you." ”

Scarface's face turned slightly pale and said, "Go quickly." ”

Uncle Liu walked into the kitchen and happened to see Junci in a white shirt sitting quietly in front of the stove in a daze.

Forcibly suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Uncle Liu told Jun Ci everything about the scarface, after all, the production of the white dragon soup came from this mysterious young man.

"Tell him that he wants to eat the white dragon soup tomorrow early, and it will be sold out today. Junci said calmly, not caring at all about Scarface's fierce spirit.

"This 。。。。。。 After all, Uncle Liu is an honest man with a duty of duty, and when he thinks of Scarface's bright nine-ring knife, he is a little stunned.

Looking at Uncle Liu's pleading gaze, Jun Ci's heart softened, and he sighed and said, "Let him wait for a while." ”

Seeing Uncle Liu walk out of the kitchen with his body bent, Jun Ci shook his head with a wry smile, grabbed a handful of cleaned wild vegetables and threw them into the pot, and at the same time communicated with Ji who refused to move his nest in the sea of knowledge.

"Extremely, since you can't use the supernatural powers, then you say that I have no basis for crossing the Immortal Dao, and the cultivation of Dayan Zhou Tian Breaking the Void Record is all related to you, is it a matter of opening your mouth?" Jun Ci asked the question in his heart bluntly.

"Actually, you have no basis for passing the immortal path and have nothing to do with me, but one of the guys who sealed me is more obsessed with the magic of Buddhism, and he has placed tens of thousands of Buddhist seals on me. You lost yourself in the phantom array, and just activated the Buddhist mantra on the Dragon Ball, and voluntarily sang the Protector of the Lord. "Ji also knows that he is a tenant who is a little wrong, and as soon as he has the opportunity to perform, he immediately knows everything and does not say enough.

Jun Ci saw the wild vegetable soup in the boiler bubbles, and unhurriedly took out a Qingxin San specially used to heal injuries from the Qiankun bag, and threw it into the pot with a white dragon grass, staring at the fire without saying a word.

"Then how did you make me choose Dayan Zhou Tian to break the false record?" Jun Ci asked.

"Although the seal on the Colorful Divine Stone is very powerful, but after my impact for hundreds of millions of years, the seal is still a little loosened by me, and I can probably exert the strength of the seventh or eighth level of the Qi cultivation period, although it is not the same as nothing, but it is no problem to do a little trick to affect you to choose a slightly promising cultivation cheat. He straightened his chest and invited the merit.

Remembering that he had suffered a lot because of his practice of breaking the void record, and almost took his life, the corners of Junci's eyes couldn't help twitching twice, and he felt a little weak in his heart.

The wild vegetables in the iron pot were already fragrant, and Jun Ci waved his palm lightly, and the vigorous fire suddenly extinguished itself without wind. Jun Ci, who had always had a cold expression, suddenly smiled pleasantly in the sea of knowledge: "Anyway, I still have to thank you for allowing me to successfully escape from the Heavenly Machine Room." ”

"It's all as it should be. With a very strong look, Heng Ran didn't see the cold glint in Jun Ci's eyes, "But if it weren't for the fact that you swallowed too much Pei Yuan Dan at the beginning, and spit out a mouthful of blood for me to absorb and have a connection with you, plus you lost your sense of self due to excessive grief in the Heavenly Machine Room, I wouldn't have been able to control your body to save yourself." After thinking about it, he added modestly.

"Oh, I see. Jun Ci's body was completely relaxed, he didn't mind being lonely for hundreds of millions of years to settle in his own sea of consciousness, but he would never allow a time bomb to be placed in his head that could control his body at any time.

Looking at the pole that turned into a silver dragon soaring through the clouds in his sea of consciousness, Junci suddenly felt that this second ancestor, who was born with great magical powers, was not difficult to get along with after being suppressed in the colorful divine stone for endless years.

But in the eyes of the extreme, is a mortal who can make himself respectful and even a little jealous as simple as it seems?

Just when one person and one dragon were thinking about their own thoughts, a crisp sound of broken porcelain and shouting came from the front hall: "Little Niangpi, even the master dares to play, don't want to live?"