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The monks had already left the square outside the training ground. The air outside was filled with the smell of meat. When they swung their swords again, their flying swords all flew towards the dining hall. Fortunately, there was a barrier inside the palace, which could block the meaty smell that penetrated into the lungs.

Xiaoxiao ran straight to the gate of the palace holding the oil-paper bag in his mouth. There was no one guarding the gate, so he easily slipped into the palace.

As soon as you enter the gate of the palace, you can see a square that is comparable to the square outside. The sky above the square is full of bright sword lights, and the monks are concentrating their minds on practicing sword formations. The sword formation of Shenxu Palace is very famous. The sword formation of the Jindan stage can stop the monks of the Yuanying stage, and the sword formation of the Yuanying stage can kill the monks of the Chushu stage.

The sword light was like a flying dragon and a startled phoenix. If an ordinary sword cultivator stood here, he would have stared straight at it. As the number one sect for sword cultivators, Shenxu Palace was the dream place for many sword cultivators.

However, Xiaoxiao is not a swordsman, he is a kid who came to promote Du Heng!

Xiaoxiao looked around and saw a milky white sword-testing stone in the corner. The sword-testing stone was ten feet high and had been standing in the training ground for so many years that it had been covered with countless sword marks. Xiaoxiao jumped onto the sword-testing stone. There was a flat area just above the sword-testing stone that was cut by a sword, just enough for one person to sit on.

After standing on the sword-testing stone, Xiaoxiao stared at the monks in the courtyard. The monks were so absorbed in their practice that they didn't even look at him. How could this be possible? !

Xiaoxiao sat down on the sword-testing stone and stared at the flying spirit sword. The smell of the crispy meat in the oil-paper bag wafted out, and his mouth was almost watering. He opened the oil-paper bag, took out a piece of crispy meat and chewed it carefully.

He swore that the sound of his eating was already very loud, but the whistling sound of the sword drowned out his croaking. Looking at the monks wielding spiritual energy in the field, Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and gave a long chirp to the field: "Chirp————"

Look at me!!!

The sound was very loud; Xiaoxiao's loud voice covered the whistling sound of the spiritual sword, and the spiritual consciousness of the cultivators flew over like sharp swords.

Gu Lingfeng frowned and looked at Xiaoxiao: "What is that? How did the bird from the Beast Garden get here?" There were cultivators around Gu Lingfeng who knew Xiaoxiao. They introduced her in a flurry of words: "That's not a bird from the Beast Garden. It's a bird raised by a cook in the dining hall. Its name is Xiaoxiao."

Seeing so many people looking at him, Xiaoxiao flapped his wings and demonstrated the highest etiquette of the Feathered Tribe, the wing-spreading ceremony. He spread his wings, with the left wing pointing diagonally upward and the right wing pointing diagonally downward three times.

Gu Lingfeng said to the monk beside him: "Take him out. The training ground is full of sword lights. Tell the cook to keep an eye on his bird and don't let it bleed on the spot."

Xiaoxiao got anxious when he heard this. He hadn't even started eating yet! They actually wanted to chase him away? If he couldn't even do such a small thing, wouldn't his uncle laugh at him when he got back?

Seeing that the spiritual energy rope woven by the monks was about to fall over his head, Xiaoxiao chirped contemptuously: "Chirp."

A rope of this degree is enough to trap him? Hey, when he escaped from his uncle's immortal rope, most of the sword immortals present were not yet born.

Xiaoxiao flew up with the oil paper bag in his mouth. This time he flew straight to the square. When the monks saw Xiaoxiao taking off, they were all shocked - this chicken can fly? ?

God knows! When they saw Xiaoxiao in the dining hall, he was just a walking chicken. Who would have thought that he could fly with such a round body?!

His original intention was to rush into the middle of the group and tear open his oil paper bag, so that everyone could feel the aroma of the crispy meat. However, he did not expect that the monks would panic when they saw him rushing into the sword formation, and for a moment, the sword light hit Xiaoxiao like raindrops.

How could Xiaoxiao know that the sword formation he broke into was a killing formation? Except for the person who set up the formation, all living things that broke into it when the sword formation was activated would be strangled. The monks did not want innocent lives to die in the formation, so their aura was disordered for a while, and their sword skills were also disordered.

Xiaoxiao only saw the sword lights flying towards him like locusts, which scared him so much that he jumped around. Of course, he had to protect the oil paper bag. Otherwise, the crispy meat scattered all over the ground would make him feel more distressed than being hit by a sword.

The platform inside the training ground was in chaos. Some flying swords were chasing Xiaoxiao, while others were flying away in a disorderly manner. The monks were chasing their own spirit swords. Driven by the formation, the spirit swords were as powerful as a rainbow. Several innocent monks were unable to dodge and were stabbed by the sword light.

Gu Lingfeng frowned: "Enough!" A powerful pressure spread out. As soon as Gu Lingfeng, who was in the late Jindan stage and was about to transform into a Nascent Soul, made a move, the chaotic formation slowly returned to calm. Looking at the inner disciples who were injured by the flying sword, Gu Lingfeng became increasingly angry.

The root of all the problems lies in this intrusive bird. Gu Lingfeng glared at Xiaoxiao with murderous eyes.

Xiaoxiao's eyes rolled, and he felt something was wrong. He had to get out of here quickly! Xiaoxiao flapped his wings towards the door, but before he could fly out of the venue, a golden spirit sword suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Chiu!" Xiaoxiao, whose hair was almost shaved off by the magic sword, turned around in the air nimbly. Oops, this cultivator had a bad look in his eyes.

Xiaoxiao wanted to fly high and fly out of the wall, but before he reached the height of the wall, a flying sword brushed past his scalp, taking off a small piece of white down.

Xiaoxiao was sweating all over his head. He screamed miserably and flew deeper into the palace in a panic.

The monk next to Gu Lingfeng's face changed: "Not good, the bird has flown to the realm of inquiry! Will it disturb the Grand Elder?"

Gu Lingfeng raised his hand: "Don't panic, how can he disturb the Grand Elder? If he can still get out, this is the only way out."

Xiaoxiao flew for a long time before slowing down. In front of him were similar palaces and corridors, which were more winding than his uncle's palace. There was no one on the corridor, and Xiaoxiao was panicking. Could he have entered the legendary fantasy world?

Oh no, how can he contact his uncle? He can't fly anymore.

Xiaoxiao landed on the corridor, holding the fragrant oil-paper bag in his mouth. Looking at the oil-paper bag, Xiaoxiao was extremely depressed. What should he do? He was supposed to promote Du Heng, but now the promotion was not done well, and he was still trapped.

At this time, a flash of green appeared in front of Xiaoxiao's eyes! Looking closely, she saw a little green in the courtyard of a palace. That little bit of green made people feel happy. This was the special color that Xiaoxiao saw after entering the illusion.

Xiaoxiao flew through several corridors and finally arrived at the courtyard where the green tree was. It was a tree that was completely green, from the top to the trunk. Xiaoxiao couldn't help but land under the tree. He had never seen such a strange tree before!

This tree grows in an octagonal flower bed. It is so unique in the magnificent palace. Xiaoxiao looked at the leaves with sparkling eyes. He saw that the leaves on the tree were in the shape of peach hearts, and each leaf was as big as his palm.

Xiaoxiao had seen this tree in the history of the demon race. This tree is called the Wisdom Tree, and it is said to be a tree that can help people understand morality. It turns out that this tree really exists!

Xiaoxiao wanted to jump up and grab a leaf, but he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw that it was the little sword boy with a sword taller than him that he saw a few days ago! Xiaoxiao still remembered his name, Ye Wenqiu!

Ye Wenqiu's eyes were empty, he walked down the corridor barefoot with disheveled hair, as if he had lost his soul. His brows were slightly wrinkled, his face was pale, and he didn't look well.

Xiaoxiao flew in front of him and chirped several times before bringing him back to his senses: "Chirp."

Ye Wenqiu slowly lowered his head and looked at Xiaoxiao. After a long while, he came back to his senses: "You are... a pet raised by the cook in the dining hall. Why are you here?"

Xiaoxiao chirped for a long time, but Ye Wenqiu didn't understand a word. He looked at the oil-paper bag in Xiaoxiao's paw and guessed, "You ran out because you were afraid of being beaten for stealing food?"

Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes and said, nonsensical!

It seemed that Ye Wenqiu was trapped in the same illusion as him. Considering that they were both wanderers in the world, he reluctantly treated him to some crispy pork.

The crispy pork was still warm, and after opening the oil paper package, a meaty aroma filled the air. Ye Wenqiu frowned and looked at the oil paper package. After a while, he bowed to Xiaoxiao and said, "Thank you."

A man and a bird sat on the corridor, looking at the green trees in the courtyard. Ye Wenqiu pinched a piece of crispy meat and tasted it carefully. Xiaoxiao was not polite. He ate it with a clacking sound. When he was happy, he even fluttered his wings and hummed a few words.

Ye Wenqiu was as quiet as a wooden man. Even when he was eating, he was very methodical. If you didn't listen carefully, you would even ignore the sounds of his chewing and swallowing.

While eating the crispy meat, Ye Wenqiu's aura changed several times. When Xiaoxiao turned his head, he was in a trance for a moment, he seemed to see Ye Wenqiu turned into a handsome man, but when he looked closely, Ye Wenqiu was still the dwarf.

Xiaoxiao, who had eaten a lot in the afternoon, looked at the crispy meat left in the oil paper bag and decided not to eat any more. If he ate any more, he would not be able to eat dinner. He was generous and prepared to give the crispy meat to Ye Wenqiu. Anyway, he would not take the paper bag back.

He had been eating for so long, so the monks practicing in the square shouldn't make things difficult for him, right? He could go back now, right?

Ye Wenqiu reached out and touched Xiaoxiao's head: "Let's go, I'll take you out." Xiaoxiao nodded and showed his residual image. That was good. It was better for someone to take him out than for him to go out and face so many flying swords.

Ye Wenqiu was holding an oil-paper bag in one hand. He looked at the tree and sighed.

Xiaoxiao asked with concern: "Chirp?"

Ye Wenqiu didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to Xiaoxiao. He said calmly, "Even Zhishu can't solve my confusion. I have been feeling the opportunity vaguely these days, but I can't find it."

Xiaoxiao patted Ye Wenqiu's leg sympathetically: "Chirp."

Come on, most of the things in life are not satisfactory. Look at him, everything is good, but doesn’t he still have a worrying uncle by his side?

Ye Wenqiu could not understand Xiaoxiao's distress. He looked at Zhishu and said to himself, "What exactly is the opportunity that I lack?"

Xiaoxiao chirped: Never mind the chance, just send him out. While he's hanging around here, Du Heng must have made some delicious food again!

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When Ye Wenqiu walked out of the hall holding Xiaoxiao, the monks in the square stopped what they were doing. Gu Lingfeng bowed his head and saluted: "Is this little beast..."

Ye Wenqiu said listlessly: "Send him out." As he said that, Ye Wenqiu was about to hand Xiaoxiao to Gu Lingfeng.

How could this be possible?! It was Gu Lingfeng who had just led the charge to hunt him down. Xiaoxiao would never fall into his hands!

Xiaoxiao struggled and blew his wings towards Ye Wenqiu's face: Didn't we agree to send him back? How could you change your mind?!

Ye Wenqiu was kicked several times in the face, and he finally understood Xiaoxiao's anger. It seemed that Xiaoxiao particularly hated Gu Lingfeng. After figuring this out, he quickly reached out and held Xiaoxiao down: "Forget it, I'll take care of it."

Xiaoxiao then happily nestled in Ye Wenqiu's arms. He glared at Gu Lingfeng fiercely. Gu Lingfeng was furious. Was he put on the blacklist?

Du Heng was chopping snake meat in the kitchen. There was quite a lot of red flame snake meat, and after chopping it, it filled two large basins. Just as he was about to chop the spirit rat, Ye Wenqiu, with disheveled hair, appeared at the kitchen door holding Xiaoxiao.

Ye Wenqiu bowed and said, "I have returned your pet."

Du Heng and the others twitched their lips. Why did this kid look like he had been beaten? Was the footprint on his face caused by Xiaoxiao's kick?

When Du Heng wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen, Ye Wenqiu put Xiaoxiao on the ground: "I put it here for you."

Seeing Ye Wenqiu turning around and about to leave, Du Heng called him with a smile: "Xiao Ye, wait a minute."

Ye Wenqiu turned his head suspiciously: "Hmm?"

Then he sat at the kitchen table. Du Heng placed a small plate of fried crispy meat in front of him. He also took out a few pieces of nut crisps from Xiaoxiao's storage bag to treat him: "Come, I'll comb your hair for you."

Ye Wenqiu wanted to refuse, but his body involuntarily followed Du Heng's instructions and sat down. The wooden comb combed through Ye Wenqiu's thick long hair. The warm sunlight shone on Ye Wenqiu from the window. Ye Wenqiu smelled the faint scent of crispy meat on Du Heng's body.

His scalp felt numb, and Du Heng's fingers nimbly grabbed Ye Wenqiu's long hair. He tied a ponytail behind his head:

"Well, that's much better! You eat first, I'll find you a pair of shoes."

Ye Wenqiu looked at Du Heng's back as he ran outside, confusion appearing in his eyes.

Jing Nan knocked on the table: "Hey, what are you looking at?" Ye Wenqiu asked in confusion: "Why is he so nice to me?"

Jing Nan sat down opposite Ye Wenqiu: "Because you are cute, our Du Heng has no resistance to cute people and kind things. How is it? Is the crispy meat delicious?"

Ye Wenqiu lowered his head and stared at the golden slices of meat: "Mm, delicious."

Jing Nan said, "You haven't eaten for a long time. Eating too much crispy meat at once will make your stomach uncomfortable. But it shouldn't be a big problem for you."

Ye Wenqiu looked at Jing Nan with sharp eyes. Jing Nan laughed and said, "Oh, so fierce. She looks so cute but her eyes are so fierce. The sword cultivators of Shenxu Palace are really not to be messed with."

Ye Wenqiu remained silent. He looked straight at Jing Nan, trying to find some information from Jing Nan's eyes.

The two were staring at each other when Du Heng came over from behind. He raised his hand and knocked on the back of Jing Nan's head: "Why are you bullying a child?!" Jing Nan touched the back of his head innocently: "How dare I bully him?"

Du Heng held a pair of shoes in his hand: "These are the shoes issued to the errand boys. Xiaoyu helped to alter them. They shouldn't be too big for you now. Don't run around barefoot outside in the future. Don't rely on your youth. If you don't pay attention when you are young, you will suffer when you grow up."

Du Heng muttered as he bent down and lifted up one of Ye Wenqiu's feet, and the shoe was put on smoothly. Du Heng pressed the tip of the shoe: "Well, the size is just right. Very good."

Ye Wenqiu looked at Du Heng inquiringly, and he repeated the question again: "Why?" Du Heng didn't understand what Ye Wenqiu meant: "What?"

Ye Wenqiu asked: "Do you know who I am?"

Du Heng smiled and said, "Aren't you Ye Wenqiu? An inner disciple of Shenxu Palace." Du Heng looked at the long sword on Ye Wenqiu's waist teasingly. He almost laughed out loud. Look, the sword is taller than the man!

Ye Wenqiu asked: "Is there anything you need me to do for you?"

Du Heng asked Jing Nan suspiciously: "Is the child okay?" Jing Nan spread his hands and said: "It's none of my business." Jing Nan floated away. Before leaving, he took a piece of crispy meat from the plate on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ye Wenqiu said calmly, "You and I are not related. You treated me well both times when I came to the dining hall. You gave me spare ribs the first time, and you treated me to crispy pork the second time and even helped me tie my hair and put on shoes. Do you need anything from me? It's okay. If you need my help, as long as I can do it, just ask. There's no need to be so roundabout."

Du Heng was amused when he heard this. He ruffled Ye Wenqiu's hair and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? What can you do with your small stature? You just need to eat well and practice well! Okay, eat slowly. I'll get busy first."

The confusion in Ye Wenqiu's eyes deepened. Looking at Du Heng's busy figure in the kitchen, he said to himself, "I don't understand." Is there really someone in this world who is unconditionally kind to others without asking for anything in return?

Du Heng placed the chopped rat meat in a wooden basin and marinated it with onion, ginger and wine. When he looked up, Ye Wenqiu had already left, leaving a plate of uneaten crispy meat on the table.

Du Heng said to Xuan Yu, "I found that the requirements of Shenxu Palace for inner disciples are really too harsh. Look at Ye Wenqiu, he is so mature at such a young age. He doesn't have the innocence and liveliness that a child should have. Sigh, his childhood is so wasted like this."

Looking at Xiaoxiao who was still acting cute at the age of 800, Du Heng sighed heavily: "What a gap."

Today's dishes include crispy pork, braised pork, boiled lamb, sweet and sour chicken head with pickled stalks, and crucian carp soup. The portions this time are even larger than at lunch.

Before the twilight hour, the table was already filled with wooden bowls. The food in the dining hall was sufficient, and Du Heng thought that not many monks would want to order food individually.

Looking at the prices set by Feng Gui and the others, Du Heng began to feel uneasy: "What should I do? What if no one comes to eat later? Ah, isn't this price too expensive?"

Du Heng had forgotten the fact that he earned more than 20,000 yuan in just two days when he was in Pingcheng.

According to the price on the sign, if you order all the dishes made by Du Heng, it will cost fifty spirit stones. And this is only the price of a small portion of food. If you want to eat more, you can buy a large portion of crispy pork, of course, one portion will cost fifty spirit stones.

Jing Nan smiled and said, "Don't worry, if no one comes to eat, Jiang Shangzhou said he will come to eat."

Du Heng: ...

As soon as the hour of You arrived, cultivators began to come in one after another. Du Heng originally thought that the first ones to come in were those qualified disciples, but he did not expect that the first ones to come in were all sword cultivators in the Golden Core Yuanying stage. As soon as they entered the door, the cultivators' eyes fell on Da Hun.

None of the troubles Du Heng had expected happened. The monks quietly took their meals. Those who liked mutton took two more mutton portions, and those who liked crispy pork took a few more crispy pork portions. After taking their meals, they lined up to get soup and rice.

The cafeteria was bustling with people talking to each other. Du Heng took a quick look and saw that everyone was very satisfied with the dishes. Even Xuan Yu had sold a lot of large portions.

In less than half an hour, the set meals were gone. Fortunately, Du Heng had reserved set meals for the 28 disciples who were eligible to dine in advance, otherwise he would have ruined the reputation of the dining hall.

When the monks who came later saw that there was no food on the serving table, they protested again: "Why is there no food again? Where is Chef Du? Cook, cook!"

Feng Gui was waiting for this moment. He smiled and took out dozens of recipe books from his sleeves: "My fellow Taoists, please have a look. This is the recipe book of the dining hall."

Each recipe book was as thick as a brick. Du Heng was sweating profusely: "...When did you make the recipes?"

Xuan Yu smiled and said, "This is a gift from Nan Nan and the others. It contains the dishes you cooked after arriving in the village. Don't worry, we have marked the out-of-stock items at the back of the recipe if the ingredients are difficult to handle or are out of stock in the refrigerator."

Du Heng flipped through the ink-scented menu with shaking hands, and what caught his eye were the brightly colored dishes. The ingredients and seasonings used were marked below the dishes, and whether the taste was salty or sweet was written, and the price was written at the bottom.

The first dish on the list was noodles with minced meat. Du Heng remembered that this was the first dish he cooked when he arrived in the village.

His eyes were red and his fingers slid across the screen: "Thank you." If he hadn't seen the recipe, he would have almost forgotten about this noodle.

As his fingers flipped through the menu, familiar dishes came into view, steamed bacon, hanging oven roast duck, steamed sea bass... dishes that Du Heng had almost forgotten came into view. The menu was designed with reference to Zuixianlou, and Du Heng felt that this menu was better than Zuixianlou's.

How many dishes are there on Zuixianlou's menu? The menu in front of you includes meat, vegetables, staples and snacks. When you slide your finger over the pictures of the dishes on the menu, you can see the images of the dishes floating above the menu, which makes you salivate.

Looking at the pictures of these dishes, Du Heng thought of the scene and taste of cooking at that time. Every dish is a memory!

As he turned the pages of the recipe book, Du Heng discovered that there were many blank spaces at the end of the recipe book.

Xuan Yu explained: "We think you will cook a lot of dishes in the future, so we left a lot of blanks."

Du Heng smiled and then turned his back to wipe his tears. His family gave him a recipe that recorded every detail of his journey.

This gift was too great, but he accepted it! Du Heng wiped his tears and turned around. He flipped through the recipes again. As Xuan Yu said, there were insufficient ingredients in his refrigerator and insufficient inventory. The recipes were marked as temporarily out of stock.

For those dishes that are in stock, the number of servings is marked below them. For example, Du Heng made a whole batch of roasted squab and there were twenty left last time. The number displayed under the roasted squab icon on the recipe is twenty.

The monks who came later took the recipe and studied it: "Wow, this is good. Chef Du, give me a portion of pickled fish!"

Du Heng flipped over and found the pickled fish. Wow, a serving of pickled fish cost five hundred spirit stones.

He confirmed one thing, the monks in Shenxu Palace were not short of money, which made him worried about them before.

The author has something to say: Xiaoxiao: I used the Wings-Spreading Ceremony, but they still wanted to kick me out! ! What made me most angry was... they actually said I was a free-range chicken? !

Feng Gui: You are just a free-range chicken. You are always sneaky and cunning, and you have brought shame to the Phoenix Clan.

The uncle and nephew started fighting again.

Du Heng: Ye Wenqiu should change his name. I think it would be better to call him Ye Hengqiu. It sounds more mature.

Xuan Yu: He is old-fashioned by nature.

Tai Shuhong didn't get to eat again today, ahahahaha~~