I really want to be a cook

Qingyunmen's extermination is just an inconspicuous stroke in the vast history of Jianghu. If it hadn't been related to Seven Nights Demon Lord, even the name Qingyunmen would not have appeared.

Jiang Ping also relied on the panel information prompts, and after checking the history of Qingyunmen's founding school, he knew the mystery.

The founding patriarch of Qing Yun Sect was a young boy of Zhen Wu Dao Sect. He was not registered, but he happened to be in charge of serving the diet and daily life of the great martial arts master.

After the great master passed away, the patriarch of Qingyunmen cleaned up the house for the great master and found this simplified version of Baishou Gong.

Later, after the inspection by Zhen Wuzong, it was found that the Baishou Gong was not different from the collection in the door, but there were many great masters on it.

This was the boy's chance, and after all, the boy had served the grand master for a period of time, and Zhen Wuzong didn't snatch it.

Later, after the boy went down the mountain, he returned to his hometown, and created Qingyunmen by relying on the superficial kung fu learned in Zhenwuzong, and left this book of Baishougong as the treasure of Zhenzong.

As a result, later generations studied it for several generations, and found that the Baishou Gong was exactly the same as the one spread outside, and there was no mystery at all. In the mind of recycling waste, it was directly thrown into the library to eat ashes.

Think about it too, if it's really a good treasure, wouldn't the masters of Zhenwuzong not see it, and leave it to them to pick up the bargain.

It was almost a hundred years ago, and there is no way to verify it. I thought it was the patriarch of Qingyunmen who put gold on his face.

But who would have thought that what the Patriarch of Qingyunmen said was actually true.

Throwing away these distracting thoughts, Jiang Ping turned on the Baishou Gong and recited the exercise silently in his heart.

Two hours passed by in a flash, and at some point in the library the lights were lit, and the huge floor was empty, leaving only Jiang Ping alone.

Old man Duan, the building guard, looked at the serious Jiang Ping, shook his head, didn't call him, and locked the door by himself.

At this moment, Jiang Ping finally flashed a message in front of his eyes as he wished:

You successfully read the Baishou Gong 98 times, the experience value will be increased by 1, and you will get the fragment of the Qingdi Longevity Sutra 1.

You successfully read the Baishou Gong 99 times, the experience value will be increased by 1, and you will get the fragment of the Qingdi Longevity Sutra 1.

You have studied the Hundred Shou Gong a hundred times and read it a hundred times, and you will see its meaning. You have discovered the hidden mysteries of the Baishou Gong and obtained the remnants of the Qingdi Longevity Sutra.

Jiang Ping felt his heart tremble, and some mysterious information in the Baishou Gong authentic book directly drilled into his mind.

It's not the specious comprehension when he played the game, but the real information, from the movement of breath, to the moves of exercises, and even the recognition of meridians and acupoints, it's all clear, as if he returned to reality now, he really It's the same as being able to practice.

Could this be a real world?

If the game company was really so powerful, all the people would have practiced martial arts a long time ago, and started the extraordinary system of flying over the roof and over the wall.

But why can I still have the system, and there are panel information prompts?

Am I a piece of data?

Jiang Ping felt that his head was in a mess, and the joy of occasionally obtaining magical skills became fragmented under this huge conflict.

Suddenly, Jiang Ping heard a greeting:

"what happened?"

Jiang Ping raised his head, only to realize that the building was quite dark, because the books had to be fireproof, so not many lights were lit, and it was completely dark outside.

Old Man Duan had a strange look on his face. He had never seen anyone who was obsessed with watching basic exercises.

Just now Jiang Ping's face turned red, and then turned pale, as if his energy and spirit had been taken away, very much like the rumored obsession.

It's just that it is exclusive to warriors who have reached a certain level of martial arts, and when will it be the turn of an ordinary person who doesn't even know martial arts.

Is it too difficult?

Uncle Duan consciously found the reason.

It must be that the child's martial arts talent is too poor, even the simplest Baishou Kungfu has been watched for more than 20 days and he can't figure it out, and he can't think about it for a while.

Seeing that Jiang Ping was silent, Old Man Duan comforted him:

"Don't be discouraged, I heard that you are good at cooking, even if you can't practice martial arts, just like your second uncle, as a chef, you can still be respected by others.

Besides, becoming a martial artist is not necessarily a good thing, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, and even one's life will be lost if one is not careful. "

Speaking of which, Old Man Duan tapped his limping leg and smiled self-deprecatingly:

"Why am I telling you this. All right, the building is closed now, so you can go back."

Jiang Ping nodded in a daze, and was pushed out of the building by Old Man Duan.

The stars in the sky are dotted with light, and when they fall on the ground, there will be more light.

At the same time, being blown by the cold night wind, Jiang Ping suddenly woke up, looking at the dark night ahead, he couldn't help smiling.

What are you thinking so much about?

Life and death are fate, if you don't accept it, do it.

Even if he knows the truth, he can change anything, why not just live happily like this.

Sometimes it takes a little confusion to be a little happier.

He can be regarded as a person who died once, and one more day of life is earned.

"Ha ha"

Jiang Ping wanted to laugh out loud, but thinking of the situation at the moment, he just chuckled a few times, but he also felt the invisible pressure that had been lingering in his heart suddenly disappeared, and he became refreshed.

Chapter 5? The peaceful life is broken, and the wheels of history roll over

Bluestone Square.

"drink!!!"

Under the scorching sun, a group of newcomer disciples dressed in short jackets were practicing their fists and feet. When they made a move, they let out a low shout, as if they wanted to turn all the anguish in their hearts into fists.

The leader performing martial arts was a young man with a serious appearance, his face was indifferent, and he had an aura that no strangers should enter, under the scorching sun, there was not much sweat on his forehead.

When the disciples below saw it, their eyes showed awe.

Without him, he was defeated.

When all the disciples were practicing boxing in full swing, two teenagers with baskets of vegetables passed by.

One of the teenagers with a few pimples on his forehead wiped his sweat and accidentally let the sweat touch the punctured pimple. He couldn't help but bared his teeth and complained:

"This damn weather, you still need us to pick vegetables, isn't it just a crime?

I heard that Lao Zhou, who delivered food to us, is a relative of Master Zhou. Now that he is sick, he asked us to deliver the food. In the end, the money still fell into Master Zhou’s pocket, and we couldn’t get it. It was a good plan. . "

Seeing that the boy didn't talk to each other, the boy with acne didn't care. He knew that the boy didn't like to talk nonsense, and most of these words were said to himself.

So the acne-prone boy started to talk again: "Er Gouzi, I found that you have gained a lot of strength recently, did your uncle secretly feed you some good food.

I heard that there is a kind of elixir that can make ordinary people become high-grade warriors after taking it. Did you take it too? "

"Ah Shui, why can't you control this mouth, if my second uncle has such a good thing, wouldn't he eat it by himself?

If others listened to it, they might say how much oil and water my second uncle scooped up in the back kitchen.I'm born with supernatural power, but I didn't have enough to eat before, so I couldn't see it.

I have eaten well recently, and my strength has naturally come up. If you say that again, I won't help you pick vegetables. "

Er Gouzi, that is, Jiang Ping, has no good manners, and puts down the burden of food as a gesture.

The other boy is Ah Shui, an apprentice of Master Zhou in the kitchen. Because they are similar in age, they are easy to get acquainted with. In addition, Jiang Ping needs to hide himself, so he will not refuse Ah Shui's approach.

As the eldest nephew of the supervisor, Master Zhou didn't even have such vision, and dared to assign Jiang Ping to do his free labor.

But Jiang Ping had another purpose, so he took the initiative to help Ah Shui pick vegetables, which moved Ah Shui for a while, and almost regarded him as his half-brother.

"Hey, don't be angry, don't be angry, it was my mistake, I won't talk about it in the future."

Ah Shui quickly squeezed out a smiling face and apologized.

Er Gouzi is very strong, and one trip can be equivalent to him twice. If he is asked to work alone, he may not be able to finish the job until dark.

"It's your acquaintance."

Jiang Ping didn't really plan not to help.

Although picking vegetables is hard, it is also an excuse to go down the mountain seriously. He is not a weed on the side of the road. Ye Yulou put him in, so he doesn't care about it.

Every month, he had to find an excuse to go down the mountain to clock in, and hand in the news and information he got on the mountain along with it, and then according to the importance and completeness of the information, he would receive the antidote for the next month.

If you only fish in the mountains, then I'm sorry, and I will receive half a month at most.

In the remaining half a month, I have to live under the torment of poison, and I won't die immediately, but it will be extremely painful.

If you haven't obtained enough antidote for three consecutive months, then I'm sorry, Night Rain House does not raise waste.

Fortunately, with the blessing of the cheap second uncle, Jiang Ping was able to see and see without saying that he was at home in Qingyunmen. The task completion rate in the past few months was not bad, and he got a lot of antidote.

Going down the mountain this time is to complete the fourth month's check-in, which can be regarded as starting the advanced task after he is familiar with the environment.

Ah Shui is a person who can't keep his mouth shut. Seeing that Er Gouzi wasn't really angry, he felt relieved and said with a playful smile:

"Hey, Er Gouzi, you are so strong, you might as well enter the Qingyun Sect directly, it's not much better than being a cook.

Look at how powerful those people who practice martial arts are.

I heard that this time Qingyunmen has recruited a lot of newcomers, and there is also a terrific genius among them, have you seen it, it is the person who took the lead in front, it seems to be called Xu Wu, it should be that name.

I heard that several elders rushed to accept him as an apprentice, but they were all rejected.

Tell me what he thinks, if I have half of his ability, I don't need elders, just come and have a deacon, and I will follow.

At that time, even if Master Zhou saw me, he would still have to lower his head and smile, and I would still have to keep my head up and ignore him. That scene is so beautiful, just thinking about it is beautiful. "

Amid Ah Shui's chatter, the two picked up vegetables and drifted away.

Jiang Ping looked back at the young man who was still leading the martial arts performance in Qingshi Square, and touched the medicine bottle that the adult from Yeyulou gave him in his arms, and found that the bright sky suddenly became more dizzy.

Although his appearance had changed, Jiang Ping still recognized who Xu Wu was at a glance.

After all, a genius is not a Chinese cabbage, it grows casually.

Xu Wu was the only one among this group of new recruits who could attract the sect master to personally accept his disciples.

Combining the information of the previous life, it is self-evident who Xu Wu is.

Qiye came with him, he took over Er Gouzi's identity, and Qiye became Xu Wu.

It's just that the newcomer disciples of the Qingyun Sect had to undergo the last round of training and selection at the foot of the mountain, so it was a bit late to go up the mountain.

Qiye's going up the mountain represented that the disaster of Qingyunmen's destruction had quietly kicked off. It seemed that the weather was calm, but the beautifully flowered Qingyun Mountain was also turbulent, pushing this little-known mountain gate to its destruction.

Jiang Ping didn't intend to stop it, and he had no ability to stop it. All he could do was to keep strengthening himself, and then to protect himself.

After entering the kitchen, as soon as he put down the vegetable basket, Ah Shui said that I still had something to do, and ran out in a hurry.

Jiang Ping shook his head. This frizzy temper will cause trouble sooner or later, just like what the cheap second uncle warned him when he first went up the mountain.

"What? You want to join the kitchen?"

The second uncle's loud voice went straight into the sky, as if trying to disperse the clouds in the sky.

In the courtyard, Jiang Ping pretended to cover his ears and complained:

"Second Uncle, don't be so loud, I'm going to be deafened by you.

You know what I'm capable of. If you continue to stay in the outer cafeteria, that would be a serious waste of talent. Moreover, when I enter the inner kitchen, our uncle and nephew will be invincible in the world.

I heard that there is a man named Lao Wang who has been dissatisfied with you all the time. When I go in, is he still a problem? "

The cheap second uncle is a person with a cold face and a warm heart. The indifference at the beginning was just because he was afraid that he would not know the heights of the sky and the earth, and thought that the second uncle in charge could do whatever he wanted, so he did it on purpose.

But when he found out that this eldest nephew was honest and kind-hearted, with extraordinary culinary talent, and also developed new dishes without a teacher, he almost didn't overjoy the cheap second uncle, and directly regarded him as the successor of the mantle, which was simply incomparable Kiss your son and kiss him.

So Jiang Ping's speech became more and more casual, with the recklessness and vigor of a young man, but it also made the cheap second uncle closer to him.

But the cheap second uncle would not be moved by these few words, and shook his head directly: "No, absolutely not. How long have you been here, if you are allowed to enter the inner kitchen, others will definitely say that I am using power for personal gain, and I will sue the deacon. I can't eat go around.

Moreover, there are now 12 internal chefs in Qingyunmen, which coincidentally correspond to the 12 high-level people in Qingyunmen. The elders are all used to their tastes. "

Seeing the disappointment on the face of the eldest nephew, the second uncle was relieved and said:

"Don't be discouraged, just stay in the outer door cafeteria first, and I will be the first to think of you when I have a chance."

Jiang Ping is not such a person who gives up so easily. If he can't get into the inner kitchen, he won't be able to complete the task assigned to him by Ye Yu Lou. If he can't complete the task, he won't be able to get the antidote.

"By the way, Second Uncle, you said just now that the 12 people in the inner kitchen are fixed, if there is an elder in Qing Yunmen, or if something happens to one of the cooks, then will I have a chance? "

Jiang Ping pretended not to ask.

"According to theory, it is so."

The cheap second uncle touched his round belly, nodded, and immediately reacted: