My kung fu has been enlightened by myself

The sunset is like a fire, lingering around the mountains and fields.

In Qingfeng Town, the intoxicating aroma of wine and meat permeated every corner, causing many residents hiding at home to take to the streets.

In the square in the middle of the street, a big fat monk with a benevolent face is cooking a pot of thick soup on a borrowed stove, surrounded by men, women and children, whether they are monks or ordinary people, stretched their necks to look into the pot, it is really delicious up.

"Don't worry, let me add a few purple star grasses that are greasy and fragrant. This pot of psychic demon meat will be considered complete. After a while, take it out, let it cool, and cut it in vain. It will be the real delicacy in the world. Huh Hahaha." The fat monk took out several treasured spiritual materials Zixingmao from his sleeve, washed and cut them into pieces quickly and put them into the pot.

Immediately, the fragrance became more mellow, causing many people to swallow their saliva unconsciously.

A pergola was set up on the side of the street, and three tables were placed inside, with several people sitting around each table.

They are all young people, the oldest not more than 30 years old, full of youth and immortality.

These are the top talents of the three sects, so they can participate in this great event at the first time, and those who are a little ordinary are not considered at all.

For example, Qi Sheng, Zhuang Feiyu and Bai Yue sat at the core of the top ten inner sects of Tianjianzong, while Mu Yueyun, who was slightly inferior, could only gather outside the shed.

The relegated disciple of Jingchen Temple, adhering to the core of the sect and being kind to others, always smiles at everyone.

However, Tianjianzong and Ziyunzong are facing each other tit for tat. The two sects have disliked each other for many years. Even if they sit together, they are full of gunpowder.

Lu Lingxiao dragged Chu Zhou straight to the stove. The two of them came here just to get to know each other. As for the friction between the top disciples, they were not very interested.

"Elder Monk, are you ready? Hurry up and get a few pieces out, and let my brother-in-law and I taste it." Lu Lingxiao was not polite at all, and led Chu Zhou to sneak in, and walked directly to the pot.

For a while, the crowd was staggering and complaining everywhere, but seeing that it was Lu Lingxiao, they didn't dare to say it directly. This kid's reputation in the outside world is evident.

The fat monk Mingdao was not angry, and even greeted Lu Lingxiao with a smile, as if he had known him for a long time.

"You don't follow the rules, kid. Come by yourself, and bring one. You really don't treat me as an outsider, monk."

Lu Lingxiao curled his lips and introduced Chu Zhou, who was still looking a little pale: "Do you know who this is? My brother-in-law, Chu Zhou! If it weren't for him, you would have eaten the meat of this psychic monster?"

The three-tailed demon fox died outside Qingfeng Town, and only three people saw that scene with their own eyes. It was rumored that they were killed by the joint efforts of the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the beheaded was a young man named Chu Zhou.

Of course, many people don't really believe in this statement. The psychic monster is not something that the disciples of the younger generation can kill. It is probably the elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect who made the move, and then gave the credit to the disciples, just for the sake of fame.

But no matter what, the reputation of Chu Zhou and the others has spread this time.

Ming Dao casually extinguished the flame under the pot with his palm, looked over carefully through the roiling steam, and said with a smile: "So this is Chu Zhou, Young Hero Chu, and I am indeed a monk. Come here quickly, and I will personally give you a piece of cake." Pick a few catties of good-quality hind legs."

Chu Zhou still wanted to be polite, but Lu Lingxiao quickly stopped and said in a low voice, "Brother-in-law, please don't be polite. The delicacies made by this great monk can strengthen the body, and even have other effects, which are hard to find."

A foodie in the cultivation world?
It's terrible, Chu Zhou is naturally not polite.

At this moment, an imposing short-haired young man walked out of the arbor by the street, dressed in flamboyant Chinese clothes, with thin lips slightly curved.

"Are you Chu Zhou who defeated Ding Hao with a sword and forced my junior sister to bow her head?"

Young people are aggressive and very unkind.

Even on this occasion, he released his own powerful realm coercion, as if walking with the power of the sky, the people around the stove retreated unbearably.

"Ding!" The smile that the fat monk Mingdao had been hanging all along disappeared, and he inserted the kitchen knife on the cutting board, and Yu Yin shattered the coercion. It turned out that he was still a hidden expert.

Ming Dao said coldly: "Shangguan Zongheng, are you deliberately ignoring my rules as a monk?"

As long as the fat monk cooks by himself, anyone can have a chance to taste it, but there is only one thing, that is to be kind and sincerely enjoy the food.

Because the monk's cooking skills are profound, and the delicacies he cooks are hard to come by, so he has a lot of friends and popularity, and his own cultivation is not bad, no one has ever fought against him when he cooks.

Even if there is a grudge, we should eat and drink well before talking about it.

Shangguan Zongheng smiled when he heard the words, put away his momentum, bowed to the monk apologetically, then stared at Chu Zhou, and said, "Originally I didn't bother to do anything to you, but I heard that you killed that demon fox. I'm not bullying you either. The face that Ziyunzong lost on you, I will take it back from you!"

After bowing to the monk again, Shangguan Zongheng Shi Shi ran back.