The days of being a cook in fairyland

Although the permission has been obtained, the Sea of ​​Thousand Flowers is the territory of demon cultivators after all, and it is not suitable for long-term residence. The next day Yin Xiaobei returned to the fairy court with a few people.

Although the recipe is already in the works, it will probably take quite a while before it is actually made.There are three recipes in total, but there are more than [-] ingredients with "凄" in their names. There is no other way but to try them one by one in the most stupid way.

Fortunately, the taste of the failed combinations is comparable to dark dishes, and it is impossible to swallow. It is relatively easy to distinguish, and it saves Qin Wuyue from trying one by one.

"I said it's been a day, why are you still in the kitchen? You don't really think you're a cook, do you?" Situ Sheng just pushed open the door when he was choked to the ground, and immediately looked unhappy. Use the formula to disperse the smoke in the room.

Yin Xiaobei glanced at him, especially wanting to ask if you have any misunderstanding about my profession.

"It just so happens that you are here, help me taste this dish and see how it tastes." Seeing that the soup in the pot was ready, Yin Xiaobei quickly filled a bowl and handed it to Situ Sheng who was opposite.

Without thinking about it, Situ Sheng took a big gulp from the soup bowl, and his face turned green in the next second.

Situ Sheng: "..." What the hell is this.

It's fine that a bowl of vegetable soup is full of bitterness, but it still has a choking sourness, sour, bitter and salty... Situ Sheng supported the wall, feeling that he was not well.

"Is it still wrong?" Yin Xiaobei rubbed his chin and looked at the menu floating in the air, "It seems that we can only try the Desolate Flower later."

After finally recovering from the bowl of soup just now, Situ Sheng wiped his face, and finally remembered his business here.

"By the way, I almost forgot to tell you, do you still remember Fairy Yan Ru from Mingyue Pavilion?"

"Who?" Yin Xiaobei raised his head and thought for a while, but he really didn't have any impression.

"Yanru, Gu Yanru, let me tell you why you don't care at all." Situ Sheng glanced at him with a look of hatred on his face, "It's the imperial concubine preselection with us. I've seen it before."

Speaking of Yin Xiaobei in this way, Mingyue Pavilion is a famous sect of female cultivators in the upper nine heavens, because the disciples of the sect are used to wearing blue clothes, Qin Jiu at that time even pointed it out to himself.

"What's wrong with her?" Putting the vegetables into the pot according to the order of the recipe, seeing that they were almost cooked, Yin Xiaobei finally added the desolate flowers into it carefully.

The heat was steaming, and the fragrance of the food immediately filled the whole room. Yin Xiaobei made a careful distinction, and finally nodded. It seems that this time it must be right.

Suddenly realizing that the other party wasn't listening to him seriously at all, Situ Sheng's face darkened immediately: "I don't care about you, anyway, be careful yourself, don't wait until something really happens, there is no place for you to cry cry."

Yin Xiaobei put down the things in his hands, and looked at Situ Sheng who left angrily, his head was full of confusion... So what happened.

In the imperial garden, Gu Yanru impatiently brushed the corner of his clothes, looked at the empty veranda in front of him, and finally couldn't help calling the fairy servant beside him.

"Didn't you say that His Majesty passes by here every day, why is there no one there?"

"The fairy doesn't know something," the fairy waiter who had been waiting all morning was also quite impatient, but the one in front of him could be regarded as the pre-selection of the current imperial concubine, so he could only explain with a smile on his face, "The prime minister of the fairy court, Situ Your Excellency has an accompanying fairy artifact called Yin-Yang Chess, black chess hides traces, and white chess seeks traces. Now the black chess of Yin-Yang Chess is in the hands of our Majesty."

Needless to say the latter, unless the spiritual weapon of the fairy level can reach above Lingjun, once the opponent uses the yin-yang chess to hide its tracks, others will not be able to detect it at all.

"I think you're just fooling me." Seeing the disdain in the eyes of the fairy attendant opposite, Gu Yanru was furious, "This is the fairy garden, and you're not a thief. Why does your majesty hide here? Hide your tracks."

The fairy servant rolled his eyes in the dark, and was completely too lazy to explain to her.

After not hearing the other party's response for a long time, Gu Yanru snorted angrily, pushed open the small door of the attic in front of him, and stepped in.

"Fairy Yanru?" Hearing the exclamation of the people around him, the fairy servant was startled, and hurried forward, only to see the bottomless abyss inside the opened small door of the attic.

"What happened?" A familiar voice came from behind.

"Your Majesty." The servant turned around and closed the small door of the attic.

Well, she recognized the abyss inside just now, it should be the Changwu Cliff behind Xuantian Palace, and under the cliff is the water of Wuhan Pond, the surface of the water is covered with thin ice all the year round, at most it will freeze once it falls, and no one can die at all.

The fairy waiter calmly glanced at the closed door.I want to say that I am whimsical all day long, so it would be nice if I can go down and soak in bubbles to calm down.

Not paying much attention to what the fairy attendant opposite said, Xi Chong nodded and turned to leave.

Holding Situ Jin's Yin-Yang chess in his hand, Xi Chong's mood is very complicated.It is also a very troublesome thing to say. Although the fairy weapon is easy to use, it is only limited to the immortal cultivators below the Da Luo Jinxian cultivation level. If it is placed among the spirit monarchs of the same level, it can only be greatly reduced.

The function of black chess is to hide traces, while the function of the lamp is to trace the cause and effect. The functions of some parts of the two are almost equal to each other, so they are canceled out. Who can gain the upper hand depends entirely on luck.

However, his luck today is obviously not particularly good. Before he walked out of the imperial garden, Xi Chong saw a familiar figure coming towards him.

Qin Wuyue crossed the flowers, hooked the corners of her lips, but there was no smile on her face: "Your Majesty, you can hide from the first day of the junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day of the junior high school. Are you going to explain to me what happened between you and Xiaobei?" thing?"

Xi Chong: "..." I knew I couldn't escape this hurdle.

In line with the principle that a dead Taoist friend never dies a poor Taoist, Xi Chong coughed, and quickly changed the subject: "Young Master Uncle, you came just in time. I just have something to tell you... about Rong Jin's identity."

Although she knew that the other party was delaying time, Qin Wuyue still paused and couldn't help frowning: "What do you mean by that?"

The explanation is not clear, so Xi Chong simply took out a jade slip from the storage bag and threw it directly into the other party's hand: "This is all the information about the nether world that Xianting has collected in the past hundred years, except for those who live in seclusion. Demonic cultivators, almost all demonic cultivators whose cultivation level is above that of a true immortal are recorded in it."

Different from the fairy world, demon cultivators in the nether world are not divided into cultivation levels except for the demon king and the demon lord. Law.

"I don't need to tell you, you should be able to feel that Rong Jin is not weak, at least he should have a cultivation level above that of a true immortal, but his name is not in this list, not even his natal magic weapon Yanxin There is no record of Lian either."

Moxiu is good at concealment, especially concealing his own cultivation, so Xi Chong didn't find it particularly strange when he discovered this problem at first, and he always thought that Rong Jin was a female cultivator at that time.

A female demon cultivator who hides her own cultivation, it is really normal for such a person to be placed in the Netherworld.

until.

"Tianmen Illusion," actually, Yin Xiaobei had already said long ago that he had encountered Rong Jin in the illusion, but no one cared at all at that time. When Bei went to Tianmen, he was trapped in the illusion of Tianmen, and even saw Rong Jin's projection in the illusion, and the scene recorded in the illusion of Tianmen was exactly the scene of the next catastrophe 300 years ago."

300 years ago when the Demon Lord came into the world, the entire Lower Heaven was almost completely destroyed, and countless sects were wiped out overnight. How could the Demon Cultivators who survived in this situation be just ordinary people.

"You think too much, Rong Jin is a demon cultivator, it's normal to hide his cultivation base, and although the catastrophe 300 years ago was huge, it's not that no one survived." Qin Wuyue shook her head, and would eventually read it The jade slips were thrown back again.

"Yes, it is true that some demon cultivators have survived, but there are only two people left who can survive to this day. One is Jing Yan, the demon lord who is in charge of the lower seven heavens, and the other one must be you as well." I know," Xi Chong interrupted him, raised his head, looked at Qin Wuyue who was obviously frozen and said softly, "During that catastrophe, the Demon Lord of the Nether Realm was selected by Heaven."

Qin Wuyue: "..."

Xi Chong sighed.

To a certain extent, this one can be regarded as the most low-key demon king in history. Except for the catastrophe he caused when he first appeared in the world, he has hardly done any earth-shattering events.He has no family, no sect, his appearance is unknown, his name is unknown, and almost no one knows what his companion magic weapon looks like.

"Of course, it's also possible that I guessed wrong." Xi Chong patted the shoulder of the person opposite him sympathetically, "After all, I've only met Rong Jin once, so I'd better think about the truth about it."

Inside the Dongming Hall, Yin Xiaobei held the freshly made soup and looked strangely at the empty room in front of him.

"Smells good, what did you do?"

The familiar breath approached from behind, Yin Xiaobei was startled, and hastily raised the soup bowl in his hand higher.

"Don't make trouble, this is for treating people," Yin Xiaobei slightly pushed away the people beside him, and looked around, "By the way, why isn't the uncle here? Did you go out for something?"

Xi Chong looked up at the sky, thinking that he should have gone somewhere to calm down at this time.

Seeing that the face of the person opposite was not right, Yin Xiaobei put the soup bowl on the table and looked over suspiciously.

Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly saw a fairy servant rushing in, half kneeling on the ground.

"Your Majesty is not well, Lord Situ is gone."

Xi Chong: "..."