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In the following days, Du Heng's life became very regular. He got up at 11:00 a.m. every morning and made breakfast for several people. He also wanted to provide breakfast for other monks, but after calculating, he would have to get up at 11:00 a.m., which was too painful for Du Heng, who had not yet gotten rid of the ordinary people's work and rest schedule, so he had to give up with regret.
After breakfast, I started to practice with a bamboo basket. When I reached the Si hour, I started to prepare lunch. Usually, I would prepare four dishes and a soup. After lunch, I would practice and rest, and then prepare the ingredients for dinner. After the You hour, everyone finished their meal, and the day passed like this.
Du Heng's life was plain and uneventful, but he felt that such a life was particularly happy. He had the caring Xiaoyu, Jingnan and Fenggui who cared about him, and the lovely Xiaoxiao and the others by his side. He was very content.
Du Heng's cooking skills have improved over the past few days, and more and more monks have come to the dining hall to eat. He wanted to cook more dishes every day, but Feng Gui later said that this method was not advisable. He suggested that Du Heng hang a sign at the door, limiting the number of meals to 100 people per meal, and first come first served.
Feng Gui's original words were: "Whether it's a demon or a human, they all have a strange trait, that is, the easier it is to get something, the less they value it. If you limit the quantity, they think it's a rare commodity. If you cook more dishes to satisfy them, they don't think it's a big deal and will get tired of it after a while. Anyway, they can eat it whenever they come, so there's no need to bother about it."
Du Heng thought about it and accepted Feng Gui's suggestion without talking about anything else. Cooking so many dishes is time-consuming and laborious. Du Heng thinks cooking is a happy thing. If you lose the fun of cooking, it will be a loss.
A few days passed peacefully, and one night in the middle of the night, Du Heng was awakened by a loud explosion. He turned over in bed and sat up, bewildered: "What happened? What happened?"
Xuan Yu patted his chest and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, it's not a big deal." Du Heng heard the explosions outside gradually subside. He asked vaguely, "Did something explode just now?"
Xuan Yu put a piece of clothing on Du Heng: "The mountain protection formation of Shenxu Palace seems to be broken."
Just as Xuan Yu said, the mountain protection formation of Shenxu Palace was broken. Once the barrier was broken, the temperature of Shenxiu Peak dropped rapidly. When Du Heng went out, he saw that the golden barrier in the sky turned into spirit particles and was dissipating. In the southern sky, golden streams kept passing by.
Snow flakes were falling from the sky. Du Heng reached out and caught them: "It's snowing?"
Xuan Yu and Feng Gui were busy adding barriers to Du Heng's dishes in the courtyard. Xuan Yu said, "According to the season, it is winter now. Shenxu Palace is located at a high altitude, so it is not surprising that it is snowing."
Jing Nan yawned and leaned against the door: "The formation of Shenxu Palace is too unreliable. It breaks when it says it does." Feng Gui walked to his side with his hands in his pockets: "Don't just watch the fun. The formation breaks strangely. Don't get involved in unnecessary disputes."
It has to be said that Feng Gui was right. Not long after he said this, Du Heng saw a streak of platinum light in the north cutting through the dark night sky and heading straight towards the Shenhua Peak.
Then a dazzling ray of light burst out from the sky, and the white-gold spiritual light fell down as if it was frozen. The spiritual light coming from the north was intercepted! At the same time, a strong sword energy swept over, and a cold air permeated down from the sky.
Du Heng heard the sound of something breaking. He turned around and saw that ice had formed on the barrier that Feng Gui and the others had just set up on the vegetable field. As the ice layer grew thicker, the barrier finally shattered with a loud noise, and the green vegetables below were immediately covered with a layer of frost.
Jing Nan chuckled, "Here it comes." Feng Gui said to Xuan Yu resignedly, "Such a strong sword energy will break all the barriers wherever it passes. Don't rush to add barriers to your dishes."
Xuan Yu thought about it and then pulled up all the vegetables and put them into the storage bag: "How can I just waste the vegetables that I grew with so much effort?" Du Heng gave Xuan Yu a thumbs up. He was worthy of being his Xiaoyu. He really knew how to live.
Ji Qingyan's voice was heard in the sky: "Fellow Daoist, which side is visiting you so late at night? Why don't you enter through the mountain gate openly? Being sneaky is not what a gentleman does."
Ji Qingyan's voice was not loud, but it rang clearly in the ears of the cultivators of Shenxu Palace. As expected of a cultivator in the Out-of-Body Stage, Ji Qingyan blocked the aggressive spiritual light with one sword.
After the platinum spiritual light shattered, a pitch-black five-foot-long arrow was revealed. The arrow's tip was divided into four strands, each with barbs. The arrow was still spinning forward with the power of thunder, but it encountered a thin long sword, and the arrow could only spin and stay in the air.
Ji Qingyan stood in the sky, his whole body enveloped in a bluish-white spiritual light, his sleeves fluttering like a banished immortal. All the cultivators above the Golden Core level in Shenxu Palace extended their spiritual senses to look at him.
As soon as Ji Qingyan finished speaking, he heard an old laugh coming from the north: "I've heard that Ji Qingyan, the Merciless Sword of Shenxu Palace, has mastered the Frost Art to perfection. Now I see that his reputation is well-deserved."
Everyone's consciousness probed to the north, but they only saw the falling snowflakes, and couldn't even see where the person who was talking was. However, the voice continued to ring: "I have no choice but to disturb Master Ji in the middle of the night. Please forgive me, Master Ji."
The long arrow in front of Ji Qingyan was frozen, it stopped spinning and fell heavily downwards. Ji Qingyan made a sword flower: "Shenxu Palace does not welcome cultivators who hide their heads and show their tails."
As soon as the words fell, the long sword in his hand suddenly turned into thousands of gorgeous long swords, and the long swords rushed towards the northern sky. In the sky thirty miles north of Shenxiu Peak, the sword energy touched something, and there was a crisp sound, and a human figure wearing a cloak appeared in front of the sword energy.
The man dodged Ji Qingyan's first sword with a flick of his body, but before he could stand firm, Ji Qingyan's second sword had already arrived. It was a fan-shaped spiritual light, sweeping across like a peacock spreading its tail, and wherever the spiritual light passed, crystal frost fell from the sky.
Du Heng felt a chill seeping into his scalp, and he couldn't help but shiver. Jing Nan patted him and said, "Don't just watch the fun. These are two out-of-body cultivators fighting. Go in quickly, don't get hurt by mistake."
Du Heng looked up at the beautiful fan-shaped light in the sky and said, "Is this a powerful person in the out-of-body stage? This is too powerful." If a fight really broke out, Shenxu Palace would become a battlefield.
Xuan Yu also advised Du Heng: "Go back to the house." Du Heng was a little reluctant: "Let me take one more look."
Ji Qingyan forced the newcomer back dozens of miles with two strikes. The newcomer said, "Master Ji, why are you so aggressive? I am just looking for something. I will return when I find it."
Ji Qingyan said calmly, "Shenxu Palace is not a place where you can come and go as you please. My mountain protection formation was broken by your arrow. If you really want to find something, you can just submit a visiting card and enter through the mountain gate openly."
As he spoke, Ji Qingyan approached the newcomer by more than fifty miles. Du Heng only saw glittering frost flowers appearing in the air and falling at Ji Qingyan's feet. Ji Qingyan tapped his toes lightly and floated away.
Du Heng's eyes turned green with envy: "So handsome."
Feng Gui snorted: "How is it cool? This flashy trick has too many flaws." Having said that, Feng Gui was also watching attentively.
Not only Feng Gui was watching, but all the cultivators in Shenxu Palace who had enough cultivation were watching the battle. It should be noted that seeing the two masters sparring with each other could help them understand a lot and thus improve their cultivation.
Sword lights burst out in the northern sky, like fireworks. Du Heng's consciousness flew over the eaves, and he actually met Xiao Xiao's eyes!
When did Xiaoxiao climb onto the roof? ! Seeing Du Heng's consciousness looking at him, Xiaoxiao even said hello: "Chirp." Come to the roof and look, you can see farther from here!
Du Heng ran into the room, grabbed a quilt, and jumped onto the roof. He held Xiaoxiao in his arms, wrapped her in the quilt, and looked at the northern sky with relish.
The three people watching Du Heng's actions: ...
Jing Nan sighed in resignation: "I'll go make some medicine to get rid of the cold poison. Xixi, please write a sign and hang it on the door. The dining hall will be closed for three days."
Xuan Yu covered his face helplessly: "He is not usually the kind of person who likes to watch the fun." Feng Gui said: "What do you call this? Ignorance is fearless!"
Wrapped in a blanket with only his face exposed, Du Heng felt the chill recede a lot. He watched Ji Qingyan raise his sword and kill the newcomer without any resistance. As expected of the head of Shenxu Palace, this sword move was so cool.
Du Heng had never seen a proper sword cultivator in action. He heard that sword cultivators were the best fighters among cultivators, and their fighting power was much higher than that of magic cultivators. Du Heng also had a sword, but that sword was more like a decoration until now. Compared with a strong man like Ji Qingyan, he was embarrassed to unsheathe his sword.
The newcomer was no match for Ji Qingyan, and was soon forced to retreat. Just as Ji Qingyan was about to cut off his head with one sword, a white-gold spiritual light flew over from below, and this spiritual light was exactly the same as the previous one.
Ji Qingyan saw the arrow, but his expression did not change. His sword pointed directly at the opponent's throat. The opponent panicked at this time: "Ji Qingyan, do you want to die?!"
Ji Qingyan said calmly: "The villain who stabbed me in the back is not worth my sword."
As soon as Ji Qingyan finished speaking, the sword formation of Shenxu Palace protected Ji Qingyan's side. Du Heng's eyes turned white, and his consciousness felt a sharp pain. After a loud noise in his ears, his head was buzzing.
When Du Heng came to his senses, only Ji Qingyan was left holding the torn cloak in the sky, and there was no one in front of him. The sword formation of Shenxu Palace also intercepted the long arrow.
Du Heng stood up from the rooftop dizzy and said, "Hey? Is that the end? What happened next?"
Xuan Yu said: "The people escaped, and the monks of Shenxu Palace are chasing them." Du Heng nodded and jumped down from the roof: "
As expected of you, Xiaoyu, I climbed up to the roof, but I still can't see as clearly as you do."
As soon as he finished speaking, Du Heng sneezed. Only then did he realize how cold he was: "Huh? Why is it so cold?"
Feng Gui said to Xuan Yu: "Take him in quickly and warm him up." Jing Nan shook his head: "Warming him up won't work. Ji Qingyan's Frost Art is not that easy to deal with."
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Du Heng fell ill. This was the third time he fell ill after arriving in the Great Void Realm, except for the time when he accidentally ate a poisonous mushroom and the time when he was stung by a man-eating bee. And this time, his illness was even worse than the previous two times. He felt like he had turned into a big block of ice.
Xuan Yu and Xiao Xiao were trying to keep him warm. The enchantment in the room was so hot that Xiao Xiao almost collapsed on the floor, but Du Heng still felt the chill seeping through his bones. He even trembled as he spoke: "Lunch... Lunch..."
Jing Nan took the medicine in a bad mood and said, "I've asked for leave for you. But you don't have to worry. Not many people in Shenxu Palace can eat these days, and you are not the only one injured by the cold poison."
Feng Gui said: "If you ask me, Ji Qingyan's Frost Art is a double-edged sword, hurting others and himself. I finally understand why he practiced the Merciless Sword, because he can feel no guilt when hurting his own people."
Du Heng drank the soup with a runny nose. After taking a mouthful of the medicine, he immediately protested: "Why is it so bitter!" Jing Nan smiled and said, "Good medicine tastes bitter, don't be polite, I stewed a lot for you. It just so happens that your kidney deficiency has not been cured yet, so you should supplement it more this time."
Du Heng was about to cry: "Why... am I the only one who fell? Are you all safe?" Aren't we all Jindan cultivators? Why was he the only one injured?
Jing Nan smiled evilly: "Hey, with your small body, you dare to compare with us?" Du Heng drank a large bowl of medicine in one breath, it was so bitter that tears came to his eyes.
At this time, Xiaoxiao, who was considerate, gave him the nut cake that Du Heng had made earlier: "Chirp."
Du Heng touched Xiaoxiao's head and said, "It's hot in the room, you should go out. I'm fine alone. By the way, go and look through the storage bag, the persimmon cakes I made earlier should be ready." His mouth felt bitter, and he wanted to eat something sweet to relieve it.
Xiaoxiao ran out immediately, and soon he came back with a storage bag in his mouth: "Chirp."
Du Heng took out a wooden barrel from his storage bag. The barrel was half a person's height. When he opened the lid, he could see the orange-yellow dried persimmon skin. A sweet fragrance wafted out, and Du Heng reached under the persimmon skin and took out a few persimmon cakes.
A layer of white icing sugar has appeared on the dried persimmons, which are pressed into cakes and are as big as Du Heng's palm. When the brown skin is torn off, the orange-yellow persimmon flesh inside can be seen. The persimmon flesh, which has lost most of its moisture, is entangled and sticky, and looks sweet and smells fragrant.
This was a great temptation for Du Heng, who had just taken the Chinese medicine. Du Heng handed the persimmon cake to Xiao Xiao, and then gave it to Jing Nan and Feng Gui: "Try it, this is the persimmon cake made in Dongji Mountain."
Jing Nan took a bite and his eyes widened: "Hmm! So sweet! Like eating honey! Much better than ripe persimmons." Persimmon cakes are sweet and soft, with firm flesh and crispy seeds inside. Taking a bite is like eating honey.
Jing Nan stuffed the persimmon cake into his mouth in a few bites, and he praised it highly: "This is delicious. When the persimmons are not ripe in the future, I will ask Chonghua and others to send more. Xixi, do you think I am right?"
Feng Guizheng tasted the persimmon cake and said, "This taste is quite unique, quite good. I used to think that things made from unripe persimmons would be astringent." Feng Daxianer had already forgotten how many crisp persimmons he had eaten.
Du Heng was just about to take a bite of the persimmon cake to dilute the bitterness in his mouth, but before the persimmon cake reached his mouth, Jing Nan reached out and took his cake.
Du Heng looked at Jing Nan in confusion: "There are a lot in the bucket." If he wanted to eat the cakes, he could just take them from the bucket. Why did he take his persimmon cakes?
Jing Nan said with a smile: "Persimmons are cold in nature. Even if they are made into cakes, their nature cannot be changed. You have been poisoned by the cold, and you still want to eat persimmons? Aren't you afraid that the cold poison will become more severe?"
Du Heng sniffed and rolled into the bed feeling aggrieved. He couldn't live like this anymore.
Jing Nan and Feng Gui stuffed the bucket of dried persimmons back into the storage bag. Feng Gui stuffed the storage bag into his sleeve and said, "I'll keep it for you first. I'll return it to you when you recover."
Of course, Feng Gui did this to protect Xiao Xiao. Xiao Xiao would eat more when he saw something delicious, especially this kind of sweet little thing, he would eat it without restraint. In order not to have a more plump nephew next spring, Feng Gui cruelly cut off Xiao Xiao's thoughts.
The light in poor Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly went out. Uncle was indeed the most annoying person in the world.
Looking at the two aggrieved people in the bed, Jing Nan and Feng Gui offered a heart-piercing blow: "By the way, you should eat light food these days. Xiaoyu will make porridge for you."
Jing Nan sighed, "How pitiful! We eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, but some people can only drink porridge." Feng Gui sighed, "What do you call this? If you don't listen to the old people, you will suffer the consequences."
Jing Nan added: "You could have just watched from inside the yard, but you climbed onto the roof. You deserved it."
Du Hengsheng stretched out a paw from under the quilt and pointed at the door with despair: "I want to be quiet, you guys go out first."
Jing Nan and the others left with laughter, leaving Du Heng and Xiaoxiao staring at each other.
The days of recuperation were difficult, especially when the cold poison attacked. Du Heng's face would be covered with a layer of frost. He shivered while hugging Xuan Yu: "Chicken... Chicken..."
Xuan Yu soothed, "It's already this late, don't worry about the chicken."
Du Heng said: "Ji... Ji Qingyan why... why would he practice such a horrible martial art?" He was so suffocated and so cold that he couldn't even speak.
Xuan Yu said: "There are also subdivisions in the ruthless sword art. Ji Qingyan happens to be a rare ice spirit root cultivator. The Frost Art he practices is recognized as a top-ranked move among ruthless sword moves. You are just affected by his sword power and became like this. When he practiced the Frost Art, he felt a thousand times more harsh than you feel now."
Du Heng trembled: "This... is it like this..."
Xuan Yu said: "However, when the Frost Art is practiced to perfection, even I cannot resist it. This is a sword move that kills decisively. It is a very strong test of the cultivator's Dao heart. A cultivator with a slightly weaker willpower would have been unable to withstand it long ago."
Du Heng felt very aggrieved. Everyone was watching the monks fighting, but he was the only one who lay in bed for three days and three nights. If Jiang Shangzhou hadn't sent someone to deliver the rejuvenation pill that could remove the cold poison at the end of the third day, Du Heng felt that he would have to lie in bed for a few more days.
The cold poison came quickly and dissipated quickly. An hour after taking the rejuvenation pill, Du Heng's body warmed up.
After Jing Nan carefully felt his pulse, he cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations, Chef Du, the cold poison has been dispelled!" Du Heng cheered, "Hand over the persimmons!"
Du Heng wanted to eat more than just dried persimmons. He also wanted to eat something with a strong flavor. You know, he had only drunk some porridge in the past three days, and his mouth was bland. Jing Nan and the others were even more annoying. Whenever it was time to eat, they would sit in front of Du Heng's bed with their bowls in hand, forcing him to watch them eat big fish and meat. They said they wanted to teach Du Heng a lesson, so he wouldn't be curious anymore.
Du Heng now wants to eat braised lamb, pickled fish, and anything that can satisfy the gluttony in his stomach.
He took a bite of the persimmon cake fiercely. After listening to his true thoughts, he said to Jing Nan and the others, "I've decided. I want to eat barbecue." Barbecue is good. You can experience all kinds of flavors in the smoke and fire.
Jing Nan and the others looked at each other in bewilderment: "Now? Are you sure?"
Du Heng nodded: "Sure!" Barbecue is more enjoyable to eat in the middle of the night. What he needs now is a skewer of barbecue to help him recover.
Hearing Du Heng's words, Xuan Yu resigned himself to going to get the grill. Du Heng rummaged through his refrigerator and took out a piece of spiritual mutton and a piece of snake meat. In addition, he also put prawns, squids, and the chicken skin that he had accumulated before in the colander.
Just as he was leaving the kitchen, he discovered a large crucian carp half a foot long and with a yellowish color in the kitchen bucket.
Xuan Yu said, "These were sent by the servants at the medicine farm. They said you gave them spiritual stones to help catch fish in the lake. I haven't seen you fetch them in the past few days, so they brought them here." Du Heng was deeply moved: "What a good man! These crucian carps are obviously wild. Xiaoyu, pick a few out and I'll grill them."
Xuan Yu responded: "Yeah, okay."
The mountain protection formation of Shenxu Palace had not been repaired yet, and a foot of snow had piled up in front of the square in front of the dining hall. It was night, and Du Heng hung a talisman that served as a lamp in the corridor. He exhaled, and white mist appeared at the tip of his mouth and nose: "This weather is perfect for barbecue."
According to Du Heng's custom of making barbecue, the first thing to be put on the burning charcoal is the lamb skewers. The lamb skewers are not marinated, only retaining the most original tenderness. As soon as they are placed on the charcoal, within a few moments, the fat oozes out.
The grease fell on the charcoal fire and made a slight crackling sound. Green smoke spread along with the smell of spiritual mutton. After a few turns, the spiritual mutton skewers, which were pink at first, turned gray. The dripping grease brought a lot of oil smoke into the air. Du Heng turned the skewers slowly. He sprinkled a handful of homemade barbecue seasoning on them, and a tempting aroma burst out violently.
Du Heng called Feng Gui and his friends who were eating kebabs in the dining hall: "Nannan, Xixi, Xiaoyu, smile, you can come and eat mutton kebabs now!"
Following Du Heng's call, Xiaoxiao was the first to run out: "Chirp~" Give him a string quickly, he's almost dying of greed!
Du Heng summoned not only Feng Gui and the others, but also countless spiritual consciousness from the training ground. Finally, someone couldn't hold it back any longer. Du Heng remembered that the sword immortal practiced the Xiaoyao Sword.
Xiaoyao Jian raised his voice and asked, "Junior Brother Du, what delicious food are you making?"
Du Heng smiled and said, "I was affected by the sword power of the master a few days ago and got a little cold poison. Today I have recovered and just want to eat something with a stronger taste. Here are some grilled skewers. Would you like some, brother?"
Xiaoyao Jian leaped up, and when he came down, he stopped in front of the grill: "Give me a skewer!"
Du Heng asked with a smile: "Do you like spicy food?" Xiaoyao Jian nodded: "Let's have some!"
Du Heng quickly divided a bunch of mutton skewers into two halves, and sprinkled thick chili powder on one half. Then he picked up two and handed them to Xiaoyao Jian: "Here, Senior Brother, have a try."
Xiaoyao Jian took the skewers and looked around with his spiritual sense: "Why is the wooden box that holds the spirit stones gone?"
Du Heng was happy: "This is for our own consumption. We are not selling it but giving it away. If you think it tastes good, just eat a few more skewers."
Before Xiaoyao Jian could say anything, Xiaoxiao flew up and pulled off half of one of the two skewers of Xiaoyao Jian in one bite.
Xiaoyao Jian laughed: "Hey?! Your Xiaoxiao isn't shy at all."
Xiaoxiao happily spun in circles on the snow: "Chirp~" He didn't have hands, so he always felt very conflicted when eating skewers. Now that he saw the ready-made skewers, he would be a fool not to eat them!
The author has something to say: Du Heng: Chicken...chicken...
Xuan Yu: What kind of chicken do you want to eat?
Du Heng: Chicken...
Xuanyu: Beggar’s chicken, braised chicken, boiled chicken, roasted chicken?
Du Heng: Ji Qingyan's Frost Art is so good... so damn powerful...
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