The master chef's hunched body gradually straightened up, and his wrinkled face regained its spirit, especially his eyes, which were already bright and now shone with brilliance, just like a young man.

The green light on his body continued, and the changes in the master chef's body did not stop, until a low sound came from the master chef's throat, the light dissipated, and the master chef looked at his hands in doubt.

“This…this…”

The master chef was trembling all over, with an incredible light flashing in his eyes and tears glistening in his eyes. He suddenly looked up at Yang Zhen and was about to kneel down to Yang Zhen with a plop.

Yang Zhen was startled, and hurried forward to help the master chef up and said, "Master chef, what are you doing!"

The master chef looked excited, and said incoherently as he looked at Yang Zhen: "I, I felt it, I felt it, this...how did you do it?"

Not to mention ordinary cultivators, even the ancients could not make people regain vitality. Feeling the power and vitality surging in the body, how could the master chef not be shocked? In his opinion, Yang Zhen's method was simply a god's.

Even if you are a god, I have never heard of anyone making someone ten years younger just by holding hands.

Yang Zhen was also very happy. Damn, it turned out that doing good deeds could make people so happy. Moreover, throughout the whole process, Yang Zhen gained much more than the master chef.

Feeling the loss of life, Yang Zhen suddenly had an epiphany, which directly led to the complete awakening of the small sapling in his brain and the burst of tremendous vitality.

Among them, the one who benefited the most was not the master chef, but Yang Zhen and Jianmao.

Of course, Yang Zhen gained the greatest benefit. He could hardly describe how terrifying his vitality was now. Moreover, the small sapling in the spiritual space was still continuously supplying vitality into his body.

Although the speed is very slow, Yang Zhen is only a few years old. Over the years, Yang Zhen feels that he can live longer than a tortoise!

The mean cat also came up shamelessly. Now he looked in good spirits, with shiny fur and full of energy. His eyes stared at Yang Zhen in doubt, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Yang Zhen sometimes felt that the bitch must know something, but this bastard would fail at the critical moment and refused to say anything, as if he would go to hell immediately if he said it.

Looking at the excited master chef, Yang Zhen took a deep breath and said in a deep voice pretending to be profound: "Master chef, you don't have to thank me. This is the cycle of cause and effect. I can feel that you have been cheerful and heroic, diligent and down-to-earth in your life. You will have good luck in your old age. This is your fortune!"

The master was so confused by Yang Zhen's trick that he smiled and said, "You are all immortals. Your ideas and consciousness are far higher than mine. I can't repay you. How about this? I see that you are really interested in blacksmithing, so I will teach you everything I have figured out in my life. How about it?"

Yang Zhen became interested and said, "Okay!"

…

Speaking of which, the acquaintance between Yang Zhen and the master chef was a kind of fate. Since arriving at Wanhua Island, everyone has been waiting for Yang Zhen to make Wanhua Island a mess.

Damn it, Yang Zhen really just wants to keep a low profile for once and be a quiet handsome man.

So in the first few days, Yang Zhen kept a close eye on the bad cat, trying to let the bastard be quiet for a while, and at least give a slap to those who gloated over his misfortune.

Aren't you waiting to watch the fun? This rogue saint just doesn't play by the rules. He'll travel around and keep a low profile for a while.

These bastards are so pissed off! Especially that idiot Lu Baichi, who must be rubbing his hands in anticipation for Yang Zhen to come to him, but Yang Zhen just refuses to go, and just strolls around every day, and he strolls to the outside of the master chef's shop.

At the beginning, Yang Zhen didn't care at all. He just thought that the atmosphere of this small shop was very good. There was a small grass growing above the door of the shop. In the Heavenly Book of Mysterious Principles, this situation is called the Giant Axe Changing the Fate, which is a very auspicious sign.

Yang Zhen and Jianmao stayed here for a while, then they heard a series of tinkling sounds coming from inside and walked in unknowingly.

The master chef no longer had much strength left to swing the hammer, but even so, the rhythm that was practical and yet implicitly in line with the mystical principles still made Yang Zhen enjoy it. However, every time at the critical moment, the rhythm would become chaotic, which made Yang Zhen feel regretful.

Today's master craftsman is on his deathbed, and one can say that he has one foot in the coffin. Forging iron is already a huge burden for him.

In this way, Yang Zhen stayed in the blacksmith shop for several days, until Yang Zhen gained some understanding of life and activated the small tree in his mind. At the same time, he gave the master chef some vitality, which gave him more than ten years of life and vitality.

Misfortunes often lie behind good fortunes, and good fortunes often lie behind misfortunes.

The difference between good fortune and misfortune is always so subtle that it is surprising. The reason why Yang Zhen was interested in blacksmithing was because the rhythm and momentum exuded by the master craftsman when he was forging that day made Yang Zhen feel intoxicated.

This feeling was very wonderful, just like when Yang Zhen comprehended the Tathagata's Cloud-Paving Palm in the midst of changing circumstances. It gave him an uncomfortable feeling that the inspiration was right in front of him, but he couldn't grasp it no matter what.

As the master chef shouted and picked up the sledgehammer, hitting the star iron with a clanging rhythm, Yang Zhen gradually became fascinated.

It was this feeling that Yang Zhen held his breath unconsciously.

The mean cat curled its lips, looked at Yang Zhen like an idiot, then lay on the ground and fell asleep. Soon, it began to snore, which complemented the sound of the master craftsman forging the iron.

Ding ding dong!

The sound was endless, like a perfect piece of music, spreading throughout the street.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

No one knew where Yang Zhen's thoughts were drifting to.

After a long time, Yang Zhen's eyes flashed with excitement, and he said to the master chef: "Master, let me try?"

…

In Wanhua Building, a stern-looking young man sneered at his companions and asked with a frown, "How is it, Yang Zhen hasn't been found yet?"

The companion shook his head and said with a smile: "Maybe he has gone into hiding. After all, with all the heroes gathered on Wanhua Island, there is no room for a clown like him to show his abilities. Senior Brother Lu, in my opinion, you don't need to be so concerned about Yang Zhen, so as to avoid bringing shame to your reputation!"

Lu Baichi smiled and said, "It's not that I have to target him, but you know that Shuiyue Lingnu is spoiled and conceited. She actually said that I, Lu, am not as good as a country boy. How can I let it go?"

At this point, Lu Baichi laughed loudly and stood up. He exuded a terrifying aura, like a rainbow and a ray of light. He said word by word: "I just want to trample Yang Zhen under my feet and let Shuiyue know that he, Yang Zhen, is just an insignificant ant. But now there is no news from Yang Zhen, which makes me very disappointed."

Boom! In the air, there was a sudden earth-shattering thunder, which suddenly penetrated the whole sky and earth, rumbling over the entire street.

For a moment, most of the people on Wanhua Island were shocked.

Lu Baichi and the monk were also shocked. They looked out the window in horror and said in amazement, "What's going on? Such a terrifying celestial phenomenon, could it be that someone has suddenly realized something?"

…

Inside the blacksmith shop, the mean cat yelped and jumped onto the beam, looking around with sleepy eyes: "Fuck, what happened?"

Yang Zhen exclaimed, and dropped the hammer in his hand heavily on the star iron, muttering to himself: "Oh my, that was a bit of a noise!"

The master chef standing by was already stunned. At this moment, the hammer that had accompanied him all his life seemed to come alive in Yang Zhen's hands.

(End of this chapter)