God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

At this moment, all the disciples of Daoyi Sect showed great sect magnanimity, and they just walked together.

On the other hand, Xiuling was also happy to say to the junior sisters after learning that she could travel with Dao Yizong.

"I'm serious. Dao Yizong's food is really delicious. You won't forget it after one bite."

"Is it that exaggerated, senior sister?"

"It's not an exaggeration at all. I can't even describe how delicious it is."

"But can't we eat meat?"

"Who said it? Master said it. After wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha remains in the heart. If there is a Buddha in the heart, what will happen even if he eats meat."

A group of little nuns gathered together and talked a lot. Under Xiuling's talk, the girls were all looking forward to Dao Yizong's meal.

Early the next morning, everyone in Daoyizong was preparing to leave. Emperor Qian Kun personally led a group of civil and military ministers to see them off.

In the end, he still couldn't eat a single meal.

When I contacted my ancestor Qian Youcai before, I was immediately scolded.

"No matter how much you eat, I may not be able to eat it steadily. You still want to eat it?"

This is true, don’t look at Qian Youcai as the deacon of Shenjian Peak, but you also have to look at who your competitors are, Zhao Zhengping, Liu Shuang, Xu Jie, Lu Youyou, Wang Yao, who are these people? It is a fuel-efficient lamp.

He can't even eat it himself, so you still want to eat it? Eat shit.

After greeting Hong Zun and others, he came to Qian Youcai with a mournful face. Seeing this, Qian Youcai patted Qian Kun's shoulder with a serious word.

"Don't think about the delicacies of the Immortal Sect. Be your emperor and send someone with good talent to the Taoist Sect."

"Yes, my ancestor."

"Well, I remember that you used to be the least talented person, so you sat on the throne, worked hard, and did your best for our Qian family. After a hundred years, I will go to the grave of my ancestor to see you in person. Yours, do it well.”

This should be a comforting word, right? But Qian Kun was heartbroken after hearing this.

Listen to what this is called.

I have the worst talent, so I sit on this throne. Why the hell do you still come to visit me at my grave a hundred years later?

You are my ancestor......

Watching his ancestor leave without tears, Qian Kun suddenly had the idea of ​​passing on the throne. He glanced at the prince beside him and said seriously.

"Son."

"Father."

"My father is getting old. Among all the brothers and sisters, your talent is the worst, so my father made you the prince. Now you are not too young. You will start to supervise the country from tomorrow. You will have a few years of experience. , as my father, I will pass on the throne to you."

Um? ? ? ?

Hearing this, the prince looked complicated. Why did these words sound so heartbreaking?

The civil and military ministers on the side also looked strange.

If you think about it carefully, for all the generations of emperors in the Yanfeng Kingdom, it seems that there has never been any brother-in-law fighting over the throne.

Also, the succession to the throne of Yanfeng Kingdom has always been based on the last person.

Only those with the weakest talents and no hope of cultivating immortals are qualified to inherit the throne.

Anyway, if you can't become an immortal, then you should learn to govern the country. Therefore, in every generation, the succession to the throne of Yanfeng Kingdom can be said to be smooth, peaceful and harmonious.

Those princes and princesses who are really capable should have gone to Dao Yizong long ago.

"Hey, I want to live a few more years as a father."

Patting the prince's shoulder, Qian Kun sighed and left. The prince's eyes were blank. Will he follow in his father's footsteps so soon?

He wakes up earlier than a chicken, goes to bed later than a dog, and dies faster than anyone else. This is the fate of the emperor of Yanfeng Kingdom.

Look at my father, he is only over 50 years old this year and already has gray hair. Although he is an emperor, he cannot survive even the ordinary old men in the village. This is the end of the weakest talent.

The most ruthless emperor's family, it is vividly reflected at this moment, who makes you not have the talent to cultivate immortality.

It's really a long time to sit on the throne.

After leaving the imperial capital of Yanfeng Kingdom, everyone continued westward according to the original route.

According to Ye Changqing's plan, this trip will start from the west of Dongzhou, then go around in a circle, and then return to Daoyizong from the south.

The route will naturally follow Ye Changqing's arrangements.

After driving for a while, it was finally lunch time, and the Kumu Temple disciples were all gearing up to taste the delicious food of Daoyizong.

But when it was time for dinner, all the little nuns were completely dumbfounded.

"Junior sister, this meal is destined to be missed by you."

"Brother, what does this mean?"

"Junior sister, you still don't know the rules?"

"What rules?"

"Eating in our Daoyizong depends on your ability."

Eating on your own merits? This was the first time I heard such a statement. In the end, all the disciples of Kumu Temple could only watch helplessly as the disciples of Dao Yizong feasted on their food, and they were all extremely greedy.

Including Xiuling, she was even worse. She was directly classified by Hong Zun into the ranks of direct disciples like Zhao Zhengping and others.

There is absolutely no competitiveness at all, and he was easily beaten by Xu Jie.

Even after eating, I was still trapped there, unable to move.

"Save me, where the hell are you going?"

Even after all the disciples finished eating, Xiuling was still shouting for help. In the end, she was rescued out of kindness because she didn't have the money to grab the meal.

"I'm telling you, girl, what's wrong with you and why you insist on seeking death?"

"I............"

I want to cry without tears.

With experience, by the time of dinner, the disciples of Kumu Temple knew to take action, but the result remained unchanged.

As soon as the Dao Yizong disciples came up, they wrapped their hands around each other, and after that, the Kumu Temple disciples were trapped together in a neat row, forming a row.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Senior sister, it's completely different from what you said. I can't eat at all."

Some people couldn't help crying, but Xiuling said angrily.

"Don't cry. If you have the time, you might as well inhale more fragrance."

"Suck, suck, suck..."

His hands and feet couldn't move, but his nose was breathing heavily. Seeing this, the other Kumu Temple disciples imitated him and began to breathe heavily.

In the next few days, the disciples of Kumu Temple tried their best, but they still couldn't get a warm meal.

I can only rely on absorbing some fragrance to satisfy my craving.

After marching for five days, on this day, Ye Changqing stood on the deck, with Xu Jie, Zhao Zhengping and others beside him.

"Junior Brother Changqing, we will arrive at Huling soon."

"Huling?"

"Well, during this war between the two clans, Huling paid a lot of territory as compensation. Now Longxiang Peak is stationed here. It is said that there are many scenic spots."

"You can go and have a look."

"Yes, it was not easy to enter Huling in the past, but now, Huling is also the territory of our human race. It is said that the sect also plans to build a big city here. Firstly, it will be convenient for travelers, and secondly, it can also be used here. Come and be on guard against Huling at all times.”

The road to the west must pass through Huling, but the situation in Huling is different now. The human race has a bridgehead in Huling, like a nail, firmly nailed under the eyes of the tiger race.