Zhou Qian's sword light was like rain and smoke, constantly flickering and jumping, cutting, chopping, stabbing, twisting...... Gradually, the simple sword moves became more complicated, such as Shuanglong Spitting Water, Water Cloud Sword, Flying Sword Blowing Flower, Back Sword Style, Serial Three Swords, Flying Sword Blowing Flower...... One move, one style, all know it well, and gradually form its own characteristics.

If it is said that Zhou Xun's swordsmanship has a kind of majestic atmosphere, the momentum of swallowing clouds and spitting the moon, then Zhou Qian's swordsmanship contains a kind of exquisite change, and the subtleties can be seen in the agility of the article; each clever swordsman can form his own unique sword style, Zhou Xun's sword gives people a kind of long road, I will go up and down and seek the lonely and ethereal, and Zhou Qian's swordsmanship is to give people a kind of high-spirited, obedient to the heart, and unyielding in the human body, as for whether the sword affects people or people affect the sword, it is impossible to judge......

The sword is like rain, the sword is like fog, Zhou Gan opened his mouth and spit out a cold light when he showed his last move, and the cold light mixed with the pouting turned into a cold star that pierced a big tree ten zhang away, Zhou Qian frowned, and said to himself: " The method of the integration of law and martial arts in this Great Tuo Sutra is really magical, it is the combination of mana in the body and the strength of the body, out of all kinds of incredible power, my sword is already similar to the sword fairy in the book of a hundred steps away to take the human level, but unfortunately it is still not as good as the flying sword, the flying sword of Tong Rang has to be practiced day and night with essence blood, after all, it is not the right way. Zhou Gan shook his head in distress, took back the sword scabbard that had been pitted, and rushed from the grove to Chengdu Mansion.

Quietly returned to Taibai Building, and saw Zhang Fu lying on the ground sleeping without any scruples, surrounded by messy ingredients, as well as pots and pots of soup ingredients, and shook his head, it seems that the name of this little kitchen god is not good.

Zhou Gan's actions seemed to wake up Zhang Fu, Zhang Fu rubbed the corners of his eyes, and suddenly his eyes burst with excitement, grabbed Zhou Qian, and said: "I finally created the ninth flavor! If it is completed, it will definitely be the most unique mapo tofu in the world!"

"What?" Zhou Qian was also surprised, and said, "Then make it and I'll take a look!"

"This tofu can only be completed by the two of us, and I also derive the aura from you!" Zhang Fu pulled Zhou Qian to his ear and said softly, Zhou Gan's eyes gradually brightened-

"These two have occupied the dining hall for four days and four nights, when will they be the head? "One of the chefs of Taibai Building, Kuaidao Li sighed and said, "Huang Lao is really, we need a good environment for cooking, but it was occupied by the two of them, we can only operate in a small restaurant nearby, and the complaints of old customers have been increasing in recent days, and the failure of the kitchen is shameful enough, so if I go on like this, I will not be far from going out of business in Taibai Building!"

"What are you talking about!" The head was knocked on the back, and Huang San stood behind with a stern face, and said, "I think these two should be about the same!"

Before he finished speaking, the door was opened, and Zhou Qian and Zhang Fu walked out one after the other.

"The two of us have already realized the ninth taste! Zhang Fu's arrogant expression was revealed, this is his nature, obedient and conceited.

Huang San glanced at the two of them again and again, and finally didn't say anything, just shook his head and sighed: "It's really like!

The two followed Huang San around a few corners and came to a quiet courtyard, where Ma Po was actually living in seclusion in Chengdu Mansion.

"It's really hidden in the city!" Zhou Qian heard Zhang Fu mutter.

The two followed Huang San into the small courtyard, and saw an old lady with a kind face sipping tea, and when they saw the three of them, they were not surprised, but they just poured three cups of tea and said, "Please take a seat!"

After the three of them sat down, Mapo said: "This is the new winter tea and spring, and the two little brothers will taste it first to see how I make tea." ”

Zhang Fu said impatiently: "Mapo, we are looking for you to ask you to tell me the recipe of this green bamboo porridge, but I don't know that I came to drink tea with you, you had better tell us as soon as possible!"

Mapo was noncommittal, and said: "Have you made the ninth flavor of Mapo tofu?" There is a small pot behind the small courtyard, and there are some tofu condiments."

Zhang Fu said proudly: "Of course, you wait!"

"Can these two boys really create a ninth flavor?" asked Ma Po.

"Since they are the apprentices of those two, there is no reason to be worse than them!" Ma Po took a sip of tea and said lightly.

After a while, Zhou Qian and Zhang Fu brought a plate of fragrant and extraordinary mapo tofu.

"Looks good. Huang San muttered, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.

"This tofu!" Huang San's eyes widened suddenly, "It's so elastic!" The tofu was cut open by his teeth, and it moved to both sides uncontrollably, giving people the illusion that tofu seemed to have spirituality.

"How is this tofu made?" Huang San immediately asked, he really couldn't figure out how this tofu could give people such a feeling, like a living thing.

"Haha, look closely!" Zhang Fu smiled smugly and pointed to the scratches on one of the pieces of tofu.

"This tofu is not one, but is made of four kinds of tofu, the innermost Hutchison tofu is tight and chewy, the second layer of Li Kee tofu is soft and delicious, the third layer of Caijia tofu is because of the special mill, the bean quality is slightly harder, the outermost layer of tofu is fried with oil first, more sophisticated; The eight flavors of numb, spicy, hot, fragrant, crispy, tender, fresh, and live have already exhausted the true meaning of this dish, and I and this Zhou boy have gone one step further, can you be convinced?" Zhang Fumei danced.

Ma Po smiled lightly, but she didn't taste it, looked at Zhang Fu, who was self-satisfied, and then looked at Zhou Qian, who was quieter, and suddenly said: "Zhou Xiaoyou's knife work, plus your cooking can indeed be unique, in fact, this dish has been cracked by the two of them forty years ago, but the two of them came up with the characteristics of the word 'slippery', and you probably know the two of them, that is, Yi Shan and a Hu chef back then." ”

Zhou Qian and Zhang Fu looked at each other, it turned out that his master had already walked out of another path forty years ago.

"You're already very good. Ma Po seemed to see what the two of them thought, shook her head and said: "Back then, the two of them were almost successful in cooking, and they were more than ten years older than you, you two are like this now, and your future achievements will not be inferior to those two, especially Zhou Xiaoyou, your knife work and spirituality are the most precious things in your kitchen, and someone will teach you the way of cooking in the future, remember not to enter the barrier." ”

"Boy, keep it in mind!" Zhou Qian said in a deep voice, "I also ask my seniors to hand over the recipe of green bamboo porridge to the two of us, and if there is a dispatch in the future, I will never shirk it." ”

"Do you want the recipe for this porridge? It's for that Yi Shan, why doesn't he come? Just send you two juniors?" Ma Po said lightly, unable to hear the emotional fluctuations.

"My master is dying soon," Zhang Fu said abruptly, "This act is also my own initiative, and I want to fulfill my master's wish." After speaking, he knelt down on his knees and bowed, "I ask my predecessors to be fulfilled!"

"Yi Shan, this old ghost is going to die?!" Ma Po was stunned, a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes, and she sighed: "Yes! ”

"I don't hide it from you, I was also a friend with Yi Shan back then, he was my brother-in-law in terms of relationship, but my sister Kou Jingxiang was killed by Hu Ren in order to save him, I have always had resentment in my heart, he has never been to Shuzhong over the years, one is to feel ashamed of me, and the other is to avoid touching the scene and hurt......"

"That's it!" Ma Po sighed, "It's all about to die, wait until you see my sister in the Netherworld!"

After speaking, he returned to the house, took out a yellow piece of paper, and handed it to the two of them.

"This is the recipe for the green bamboo porridge, and I will also bring me a sentence to the old ghost, I have hated you for thirty years, and I have also complained about you for thirty years, and now that the qiē is over, let him go on the road with peace of mind!" Ma Po exhaled again and said: "This recipe has a total of ninety-nine ingredients, but the green bamboo porridge made by my sister always contains a faint fragrance, and I don't know the reason for this, probably because it added another flavor." ”

"Let's go, I want to be quiet and alone," Ma Po closed her eyes tiredly, and the three of them looked at each other and quietly left, a gust of winter wind blew, rolling up pieces of cold leaves, giving people an indescribable sense of gloom.

"Mapo should like Master Yishan. After being silent for a long time, Zhou Qian said suddenly.

"Do you see that?" Zhang Fu sighed.

"I want to go to the grave of Kou Jingxiang's predecessor to make incense, I don't know if it's okay?" Zhou Qian turned sideways to Huang San and asked.

"Yes, I think Sister Shizuka would also like to see you," Huang San nodded.

The three of them went out of Chengdu Mansion and walked for about ten miles to a place where the water was murmuring and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

"This place was originally called the Falling Moon Slope, because at night, the surrounding rock walls will reflect the moonlight here, which is very beautiful, and Sister Shizuka also liked this scenery very much. ”

The three of them came to the tomb, there was no writing on the tombstone, and Zhou Qian and Zhang Fu bowed respectfully.

"May you protect Master Yishan!" Zhou Qian closed his eyes and prayed.

The land was covered with small white flowers of an unknown kind, not very conspicuous, but gently swaying in the wind, and the petals swayed slightly, revealing jade-like stamens.

"What kind of flower is this?" Zhou Qian asked Huang San.

"This flower has no name, because whether it is a cliff or a storm, as long as there is sunshine it can grow a few vigorous, like weeds, the rich and noble people think it is not precious enough, and the poor people can't afford to play with flowers and plants, as if this flower should be annoying by nature, but Sister Xiang likes it very much, and often says that she is very similar to it. ”

"This flower," Zhou Qian looked at its weak rhizomes and leaves, as if a gust of wind could blow it away, but he didn't bow to fate, and suddenly said: "I don't think there is a more beautiful flower in the world!"

Tips: The new domain name "biquge.info" has been launched by Biquge, and the original domain name is about to be discontinued. Please tell each other, thank you!