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Chapter 2450 Lin Buer

There are three thousand avenues and eight hundred side gates, and all of them can become immortals.

Xuanyang Realm has abundant resources for cultivating immortals. There are countless treasures from heaven and earth. Cultivators with five spiritual roots have the opportunity to enter the Mahayana stage.

A seductive fragrance floated from a distance, and Wang Qingshan smelled this fragrance, and immediately felt his appetite greatly increased, and he felt a sense of hunger.

You must know that monks above Foundation Establishment can fast and eat, and unless they lose mana, they will not feel hungry.

Lan Fukong's stomach growled and he swallowed.

The monks looked at each other and looked into the distance.

A wrinkled old woman in purple robe and a bloated middle-aged Taoist priest strode towards them. The old woman in green robe was Ma Yulin.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was wearing a blue taoist robe, with a fair face, small eyes, and a bulging belly that made the taoist robe a bit tight, with a smile on his face.

"Today, fellow daoists, you are blessed. Fellow daoist Lin cooks the blood bone fish himself. His cooking skills are superb, and the old man is also an eye-opener."

Ma Yulin said with a smile.

The middle-aged Taoist priest flicked his sleeves, and a cauldron with flashing blue light flew out and landed in the stone pavilion.

With a muffled sound, the floor was directly shattered by the blue cauldron.

The cyan cauldron is half a person tall, with three legs and two ears. The body of the cauldron is engraved with patterns of strange birds and beasts, exuding astonishing aura fluctuations.

"Fellow Daoist is Qingxiuzi's disciple? I have admired his name for a long time, and a famous teacher gave birth to a high-ranking disciple. When I saw him today, his reputation is indeed well-deserved. With the qualifications of a fellow Daoist, it is only a matter of time before he enters the fusion stage."

Lan Fukong's eyes fell on the green-robed Taoist priest, and he praised him sincerely.

Generally speaking, monks who enter the Tao through eating are fatter, after all, they often take various treasures from heaven and earth.

"Friend Lan, this is my nephew Ma Baozong."

Ma Yunbiao corrected.

Lan Fukong smiled sheepishly, and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Ma for entering the Void Refinement stage. Fellow Daoist Ma is walking like a tiger, I thought it was Fellow Daoist Lin just now!"

"I've heard of Kuang boasting the name of True Monarch a long time ago, and he really lives up to his name."

A man's voice full of jokes suddenly sounded.

A gust of fragrant wind blew by, and a tall and thin young man in a golden shirt suddenly appeared in the yard. .

The young man in the golden shirt has a fair face, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and several sachets of different colors are hung on his waist.

"In Xialin Buer, I have met fellow Taoists."

The young man in the golden shirt cupped his fists and said.

"Lin Buer? Are you not hungry?"

Lan Fukong rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Lin to know Lan, so I'm sorry."

"I haven't been in Xuanling Continent for a long time, but I've heard people mention Fellow Daoist Lan a lot."

Lin Buer had a meaningful expression on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Lin is full of praise. How can I be famous? Famous teachers produce outstanding disciples. I believe that Fellow Daoist Lin will be better than blue."

Lan Fukong said in a flattering tone, his face full of flattery.

Lin Buer nodded with a smile, and said: "I hope to honor your auspicious words, fellow Taoists, have a taste of the Longyou Dahai I cooked myself. The fifth-grade high-grade blood bone fish is used as the main material, and hundreds of thousand-year-old elixir are added. It can be described as a great supplement.”

Ma Baozong poured a tactic into the blue cauldron, the cauldron cover flew up, and a seductive fragrance wafted out.

Wang Qingshan stood up and looked into the tripod.

Inside the tripod was a mass of blood-red liquid. A blood-red spirit fish was floating in the blood-colored liquid. Various ingredients such as ganoderma lucidum, lotus root, and spirit mushroom could be seen.

Ma Yulin took out a set of exquisite bowls and chopsticks, and filled a bowl for each of the monks. The juice was blood red and gave off a strange fragrance.

Su Chenguang and the others looked at each other, but did not speak.

Without any scruples, Lan Fukong took a piece of fish and put it in his mouth with an intoxicated expression on his face.

"Not bad, not bad, it is indeed a delicacy in the world. Lin Daoyou is superb in cooking, and his achievements in the future will be limitless."

Lan Fukong boasted, picked up the porcelain bowl, and drank a big mouthful of soup.

The monks had a good relationship with the Ma family, and they thought they would not be harmed by coming to the Ma family. A number of cultivators picked up their chopsticks, and after a symbolic bite, they stopped moving their chopsticks. Brother Su Chenguang did not move their chopsticks.

After Wang Qingshan ate a piece of fish, he felt that the fish was so tender that it melted in his mouth. An astonishing aura rose from his abdomen, and his whole body felt as hot as falling from a volcano.

He hastened to use his kung fu to refine this aura.

After half a quarter of an hour, Wang Qingshan returned to normal and broke out in a hot sweat.

Most of the monks didn't eat much, but Lan Fukong had no taboo. He quickly finished a bowl and filled another bowl himself. While eating, he asked Lin Buer how to cook.

Lin Buer told the truth, and Lan Fukong boasted a few words from time to time, which made Lin Buer a little elated.

After three bowls, Lin Buer and Lan Fukong had already chatted. Basically, it was Lin Buer who was talking, and Lan Fukong asked a few questions, and by the way, he would tout it.

Lan Fukong didn't make it up, he also knew a little about cooking, and a few questions even stumped Lin Buer.

Wang Qingshan nodded secretly. He finally understood why Lan Fukong had a wide range of contacts. If it were him, he would not have much conflict of interest and would not hate Lan Fukong.

It's rare to have a thousand cups of wine with a bosom friend, and Lan Fukong can chat and boast about himself.

"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Lan to know so much about cooking. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Lin Buer said with emotion.

"Fellow Daoist Lin praised it absurdly. Mr. Lan would say that he can't do it. He is not as good as Fellow Daoist Lin. It is a great honor for Mr. Lan to eat such delicious food."

Lan Fukong said modestly that he often participates in celebrations held by powerful forces. Even if he doesn't get an invitation, he has the cheek to go to attend, give a congratulatory gift, and flatter others by the way, so as to expand his social circle. He doesn't care what others think of him .

He made friends with a lot of high-ranking monks, chatted with them more, enriched his knowledge reserves, and was able to say some technical nouns, so that he could be recognized by others by flattering others. , Flattering indiscriminately, it is easy to shoot on the horse's hoof.

Thousands of wears, no flattery.

Lin Bu'er was flattered by Lan Fukong, and he felt a little ecstatic, mainly because Lan Fukong was able to chat with him. Lan Fukong has a certain understanding of cooking techniques, and he is not just making up.

Wang Qingshan and the others couldn't get in the conversation at all, they chatted casually.

After half an hour, Lin Buer and Lan Fukong finished the dish, and there was not even soup left, most of it went into Lin Buer's stomach.

Lan Fukong and Lin Buer's faces flushed red, and they hurriedly refined the huge aura contained in the ingredients.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, has the master arrived in the Xuanling Continent?"

Zhang Yuqian asked curiously.

"I don't know the whereabouts of my master. I traveled to Xuanling Continent alone. I heard that Fellow Daoist Ma got a fifth-order blood bone fish, so I came here."

Lin Buer said vaguely.

Ma Yulin began to discuss the way of cultivation, and when it came to condensing the Fa, each expressed his opinion.

(End of this chapter)