After a while, Zhou Qian hurriedly returned to the dining hall, still holding a few small flowers in his hand, and everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

"Could it be that the last ingredient is flowers, but there are so many flowers and colors in the world......" Zhang Fu muttered.

Zhou Qian carefully picked the petals, chopped them with a knife, mixed them with the finest honey, mixed them in the porridge and stirred them, and suddenly the crystal clear appearance was mixed with a little white.

"Master Yishan, try it again?" Zhou Qian said with anticipation.

"It's so familiar!" Yi Shan trembled and tasted the spoon.

Yi Shan closed his eyes, savored the aftertaste, and then gobbled it up, almost swallowing the bowl, without his usual calm and calm mentality. The actions of the world's first chef Yishan have proven to be a qiē.

Zhou Qian chuckled, Lao Hei laughed, often laughed while crying, and even the corners of Master Li Puyuan's mouth, who usually didn't smile, rose slightly, and everyone's laughter was like a cheerful movement.

"How do you know that this flower is a small flower on the slope of the falling geese?" asked Zhang Fu with a smile.

"I just know!" Zhou Qian smiled mysteriously and did not answer.

One day later, Yi Shan went out of the funeral, although everyone was sad, but they did not mourn, because even the corners of Yi Shan's mouth were smiling when he died, what did everyone have to be sad about?

After the closure of the museum on three days, the Jingxiang Building opened normally, but the owner was replaced by Li Puyuan, the fourth disciple of the master of Yishan, and the familiar gluttons wondered, why not the most famous little chef god in the building, Xiao Chu Xian, took over? Some people in the store replied that Zhang Fu, the little chef god, traveled all over the world and saw countless dishes and cuisines in Middle-earth, just like the master of Yi Shan back then; as for the whereabouts of the little chef fairy, everyone in the Jingxiang Building said that they didn't know, but occasionally Lao Hei would sigh lightly, it was a pity that such a good cooking talent went to the rivers and lakes.

A month later-

In Fanyang Town, a restaurant storyteller really frowned and told how two hundred and twenty-nine people from the nearby Yehupo were wiped out three days ago.

"Guest officers, everyone knows this mountain bandit, it is the scourge of our ancestors and ancestors to our Fanyang Town, the garrison in the house is coming, this group of poisonous dragon village bandits drilled into the deep mountains and old forests, the army turned the sky in the deep mountains and old forests and couldn't find anyone, as soon as the army left, the poisonous dragon village bandits became arrogant again, and even the masters of the six doors came several times and didn't have a way, I didn't expect that the little sword fairy would be killed clean with one person and one sword, it was really a pleasure!"

"I have also heard of the name of this little sword fairy, one of the young handsome men in the martial arts today, but only one of the more than two hundred people beheaded them all?

"You man is a little ignorant. The old storyteller clapped his palms and said dissatisfied. "Can the old man still lie to you? The old man's nephew is in the yamen, do you say that the news that the old man got is accurate?"

"Boss, please say! Boss, please speak!" the wholesale merchant said, "The bottle of daughter red is given to the old man, and the account is on my head!"

The storyteller nodded with satisfaction, and said with a shy face to everyone in the restaurant: "Look at how bold this guest officer is, why don't you hurry?"

"Why can you find the thief's nest? This shows the skill of the little sword fairy, although the group of poisonous dragon village bandits are as fierce as ghosts and gods, but they are also **mortals, and they also have to eat, drink and Lazar, although the bandits are cunning, as short as ten days and a half months, and as long as one or two months always change the thief's nest, but this rice grain still has to be transported up the mountain, and the thief has to find a buyer, which is also the only clue. ”

Everyone was stunned, and the old storyteller said: "It would be false to say that no discerning person can see this, but the large grain stores and rich and noble families within a radius of 100 miles have already been turned over four or five times, not only working the people and losing money, but also drawing water with bamboo baskets, can everyone know the reason for this?"

The storyteller was also unfathomable at this time, took a sip of wine, and the curiosity of everyone who watched it was dropped, and they were uncomfortable, and they didn't know how many times they had scolded the old man.

"You can just listen here, don't spread the word!" The old storyteller looked left and right, and whispered, "This grain is not people's food!

"Since the founding of the country, this dynasty has implemented the system of transferring troops, and the southern army has been transferred from the north to the east to the west, firstly, to prevent the generals from supporting the troops and respecting themselves, and secondly, to avoid the army having been peaceful for a long time and losing its combat strength. Our Fanyang Town is also a stronghold for the operation of the army's grain and straw, do you understand?"

A sound of inhalation, "Could it be that the soldiers and bandits collude?" "What a good thief!" "If you don't pay attention, won't you make him the second Red Lotus Sect thief?"

"Quiet, you guys, be quiet! Do you know that this Poison Dragon Village bandit is actually not a local! It is composed of punished and escaped soldiers in the army, and the thief Golden Retriever Tiger King is also a captain of a hundred people in southern Xinjiang, these people are familiar with the practice in the army, no wonder this defender can't kill three or four times. ”

"If it is an ordinary bandit, I still believe it, but the soldiers are familiar with the methods of the military formation, and they all came out of the sea of corpses and blood, so only the little sword fairy alone can have such a ability?

"Hmph, what do the people who sit in the well and watch the sky know?" the storyteller snorted coldly, "Do you know that the little sword immortal Zhou Qian has already learned from his master seven or eight masters, a mouthful of sword water can not be splashed, the sword light is gorgeous, according to my yamen nephew, those bandit wounds are an inch in size, all of them are throat and heart, can such swordsmanship be called unpredictable?" Besides, the rumor of a battle with the contemporary castle lord of the Golden Sword Wangjia Fort has already spread in the rivers and lakes before he came, and the old Zhou seniors won in less than fifty moves, and the contemporary Wang Jiabao lord Jin Sword Technique is even better than the old castle master, and it is rumored that Zhou Xiaojian Immortal only used seventy moves to win, what do you say?"

"It's just a rumor, isn't it?" the man said dumbfounded.

"Then why didn't the Wang family come out to refute the rumors?

"In fact, it is not as exaggerated as the rumors in the rivers and lakes, the swordsmanship competition is only a contest of victory and defeat, and the prince is a humble gentleman, and if the sword is not smooth, he will abandon the sword and admit defeat, if he fights for life and death, it is unknown how. In the dark corner of the restaurant, a man with a hood interjected.

"Hmph! Listening to your tone, it's like you've seen a sword! Is the Golden Sword Wangjia Fort accessible to ordinary people?" The old storyteller said disdainfully, the older people are, the more they like to show their qualifications, and this is especially obvious in the mixed rivers and lakes, which is why there are the most strange rules in the rivers and lakes.

The man raised his head and glanced at the old storyteller, and the old man suddenly felt his heart tremble, as if his throat had been pressed against a sword, and he was covered in a bunch of cold hairs, which was a murderous look, the old man had only seen it in the eyes of a few people, and he was a person who was decisive in killing and high in martial arts.

Fortunately, the man seemed to be unintentionally exposed, and he couldn't put it away freely, but his eyes became ordinary in an instant, and the man paid for the wine and slowly walked out of the restaurant.

"Is my friend a ghost master sword on his waist?" the old storyteller flashed a trace of doubt in his eyes, and couldn't help but say. The ghost master sword, the sword is three feet four long, made by the cold iron elite, the former national teacher wears a sword, kills people and kills people, and then disappears.

"Yes. The man said lightly.

"Why not the Sword?" the old man asked tentatively.

"The pouting is ruined. The man paused and replied.

After the man left, the old man didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and finally said to everyone with a wry smile: "You have missed the Lord-"

In March of the year of Dinghai, Weizhou Xiangma ran, Zhou Qian went to kill him, as many as seventy-six people, and Weizhou was safe since then.

In July of the year of Dinghai, the earthquake in Chang'an, the dungeon collapsed, countless death row prisoners were released, the six doors could not be pursued, please help the good hands of the rivers and lakes, Zhou Qian chased and killed 23 people, 11 people who were good at swords, 5 thieves, 3 bandits, and 4 officials.

In November of the year of Ding Hai, the master of the Western Regions Qiuzi Kingdom challenged the Central Plains, defeated eleven sects in a row, and Zhou Qian blocked it, and since then, the name of the little sword fairy has spread all over the Western Regions.

In April of the year of Wuzi, the lord of the Black Pavilion conspired to Tianxiao to kill the heroes of Shuzhong, the old man of Wu, the head of the Tang Sect, set up the heavenly machine map, Zhou Qian had no intention of saving Wu Ji, the grandson of the old man Wu, after the hardships of life and death, he finally told the world, and fought with Xiang Tianxiao on the shore of the Crescent Lake for a day and night, and finally broke his golden armor and killed him.

August ......... of the year of Wuzi

Time is endless, three years have passed-

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