Zhang Yang walked more and more along the excavated cave, because the next stone wall was not marked by knives and axes, but scratches one after another, like the claws of animals "scratching" out of the stone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, after walking for more than an hour, a light suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yang, who knew what he had experienced!

Push open a large vat blocked by the hole, and the eyes suddenly open up!

The entrance is a stone room of more than 200 square meters, with doors and windows, and the room is very bright.

But looking at the facilities in the house, Zhang Yang suddenly seemed to go back to more than two hundred years ago, when he was still a servant in the sect to help the cook, and all he came into contact with was the kitchen all day long, and even at the beginning, he didn't even have a dormitory to live in, so he could only sleep in the kitchen every day.

However, it was also during that time that Zhang Yang learned the way of survival in the kitchen - "Lingzhu eats the corners, cuts the meat with a cruel knife, debons and leaves three points, the spirit porridge is mixed with water, and the elixir is half a cup".

In short, what can be saved from other people's mouths is your own.

Zhang Yang looked back at the hole behind the rice tank in the kitchen, isn't it a dog hole!

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth, but he didn't expect him to come in through the dog hole.

But it's all here, Zhang Yang has no polite reason, first sweep the pots and pans, naturally they are clean, and they can't be cleaner, and these pots and bowls here are probably also used by outer disciples, just ordinary thick porcelain.

After a long period of invasion, the pot has also been embroidered into a pimple, and even the value of the metal has been lost.

There's really only a pile of broken copper and iron left!

A flash of inspiration flashed in Zhang Yang's mind, and he suddenly looked at the location of the roof! In the middle of the roof, a gray stone the size of a fingernail formed a sharp contrast with the white wall around it!

No matter how small a fly is, it's still meat! What's more, although the luminous stone is nothing in the cultivation realm, it is considered to be priceless among mortals, and millions of such a piece are no longer a problem.

Zhang Yang was about to move the rice tanks and water tanks that could still be used indoors, and stacked them upside down, and then Zhang Yang climbed up in three or two, standing on top of the two tanks, plus his height, Zhang Yang jumped hard, buckled his right hand on the wall skin, and even pulled off a piece of wall skin.

When Zhang Yang stood on the ground again, a spherical luminous stone the size of a quail egg was wrapped in a layer of white wall skin in his hand.

Stuffing the luminous stone into his jacket pocket, Zhang Yang glanced at the empty street outside through the kitchen door, and then took off the backpack, and put the coat, tampon balls, alcohol and other temporarily useless things and the clothes taken off in the kitchen rice tank, leaving only two sabers, flashlights and a bottle of water in the empty backpack.

Zhang Yang ate, thought about it, and untied the two weight belts tied to his legs, "Everything is ready, you can go out!"

Zhang Yang gently pushed open the wooden door, and he heard a "clang", and the wooden door that had fallen into disrepair was scattered directly on the ground, stirring up a layer of smoke and dust.

And the outdoor scene is more intuitively presented in front of you.

The wide and smooth bluestone road stretches for dozens of miles, and a green mountain stands in front of you.

The green mountain is not too high, but the smoke is filled, and the palace made of white jade above is looming, like a fairyland, and more eye-catching than this palace, than the green mountain, is a statue, the statue is obviously on the flat ground, but it makes people feel higher than the mountain, and the place where the statue is faced, as if it is also covered by clouds and mist, it is not real, and it adds to the mystery and solemnity.

And when Zhang Yang looked up at the statue, he felt like he was being looked down upon by a giant!

But it's obviously just a statue, and it's a statue from I don't know how many years ago, and it still has such power!

Zhang Yang concluded that the cultivation of the person carved by this statue must be beyond imagination!

Zhang Yang, who had just taken two steps out of the kitchen, patted his head, ran back to the kitchen, and went straight to the stove, "How could I forget! Everything that cultivators eat has a powerful energy, and this energy can be cooked by mortal fire! So there will always be stones containing strange fire in the kitchen place!"

As soon as Zhang Yang stretched out his hand, he pulled it into the bottom of the pot, and it didn't matter if he touched the black ash in his hand, Zhang Yang patiently groped until a raised object under his hand was touched, he slowly leaned in, and then cut the soil around the alien flint with a saber, and took it out together.

After just one glance, Zhang Yang sighed, this flint has cracked, it seems that it can't be used once or twice at most, in the face of a long time, even if it is a well-protected stone, it will be difficult to resist the dissipation of energy.

Zhang Yang was about to put the flint up, but he saw an orange-yellow wind sweeping around him at once, and then his hand was loosened, and Zhang Yang didn't notice when the flint was taken away.

The orange wind came and went so fast that it seemed to be a real one, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yang looked at his right hand and still maintained the movement of putting the flint up, and smiled bitterly, he didn't expect to meet a cultivator.

The orange wind just now was either caused by a spell or a sneak attack by a spirit beast, and if it was a spell, then the other party must be very powerful, because it could control the spell so subtly, taking away what was in his hand without damaging himself in the slightest, and if it was a spirit beast......

On the earth where resources are depleted and the Heavenly Dao is broken, how can there be spirit beasts?

On the side of the kitchen, which Zhang Yang couldn't see at this moment, a yellow earth dog the size of a lamb stood up, holding the flint in his hand and examining it carefully, as if admiring some kind of artwork.

Rhubarb looked at the flint in his hand, the expression on his face became wonderful, regretful and regretful for a while, excited and treacherous for a while, it was really difficult for a dog to make such a difficult action, "I have always prided myself on plucking goose, how can I feel that there is no treasure in that house for so long? Alas, I didn't expect a powerful character to come!"

After being trapped in his own world for two or three minutes, Rhubarb calmed down, put the flint in a red sealed pouch hanging around his neck, and then put his hands on his back and stood upright on his legs, "Hehe, bold junior!

Zhang Yang heard the sound of the mighty voice, as if it was coming from all directions, and with just a little judgment, Zhang Yang felt the magnificent power of qi and blood in this voice!

"Leave everything on you! I don't want to hurt my life. While pretending, Rhubarb quietly looked at Zhang Yang inside through the crack in the wall, the beautiful fart was upside down, and he thought that Zhang Yang was really scared away, and it ...... What does it do?

Rhubarb thought about it carefully, and couldn't imagine what it could do to show its success.