Words must die [Comprehensive martial arts]

It was only time for dinner, so of course Ximen Chuuxue was willing to wait.

"Then it's settled."

Gu Shenyan nodded, then turned around to greet Lu Xiaofeng, and at the same time bid farewell to Chu Liuxiang.

As for Wuhua standing beside Chu Liuxiang?

Sorry, Gu Shenyan said, ignoring this kind of person who makes him feel disgusted is really the most 'gentle' move he can make.

The group parted ways.

Because of the long delay on the road, it was already very late when they arrived in Qinghe Town.

The town is not big, there are only three or four inns to choose from, and according to the coachman, the conditions of those inns are actually similar, so there is nothing to choose from.

So Gu Shenyan randomly chose a family to settle down.

The problem of accommodation is easy to solve, as long as the room is clean and tidy, it is enough.

But the question of eating...

Originally, he wanted to make do with it, but Gu Shenyan silently put down his chopsticks after taking a bite of the salty duck.

This is really unbearable.

He picked up the cup and took two sips of plain water, then got up decisively and walked to the counter.

"Can I borrow your kitchen?"

The waiter who looked at the counter obviously encountered this situation not at the same time, and said, "Yes, yes, but the cost of the ingredients..."

In the second half of the sentence, the shop waiter didn't say it clearly, but just stretched out his fingers, making a gesture of counting money.

"I will pay for it." Gu Shenyan frowned slightly, and a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes: "Where is the kitchen?"

"Backyard, the kitchen is the second to your left as you go through the door."

After Gu Shenyan got up, Yidianhong followed subconsciously: "I...can I help?"

To be honest, when Yidianhong said this, he didn't really know what to do, because he didn't know anything about cooking, and at most he could only help make a fire and wash dishes or something.

I was a little worried that I would be disgusted by Gu Shenyan.

"Of course." Gu Shenyan glanced back at him, and gradually calmed down a little irritable because of the hunger in his belly, his face softened a little: "Let's go."

"Ah."

A little red pursed the corners of her lips, feeling an inexplicable sense of joy in her heart.

There are not many ingredients available in the kitchen, and Gu Shenyan, who was in a hurry to fill his stomach, didn't want to spend too much time, so he casually made a few bowls of fried noodles.

The essence of Jajangmyeon lies in Jajang. Usually, Jajang is made by frying sweet noodle sauce or yellow sauce with diced meat, onion and ginger. The production process of authentic sweet noodle sauce is a bit complicated and takes several days to make. .

So the only thing Gu Shenyan could choose was the yellow sauce that was in the kitchen.

Although the cooking skills of the chef in this restaurant are terrible, the sauce is not bad. Gu Shenyan tasted the yellow sauce and confirmed that it was moderately salty and sweet, and there was no need to adjust it before starting to make fried sauce.

A little red was assigned the task of cleaning various vegetables.

……

About two quarters of an hour later, Lu Xiaofeng suddenly smelled a seductive fragrance.

He couldn't help but licked his lips, turned his head to look in the direction of the fragrance, and felt the hunger in his stomach, which was not obvious at first, as if it was instantly catalyzed by the fragrance, and his stomach rumbled.

The first thing that appeared in Lu Xiaofeng's line of sight was a little red holding a dinner plate.

There were all kinds of dishes on the dinner plate, Lu Xiaofeng roughly scanned them, and found that there were seven or eight kinds, such as shredded cucumber, bean sprouts, shredded radish, soybeans, cabbage...

Even though they were all vegetarian dishes, they looked extraordinarily attractive against the backdrop of that aroma.

Gu Shenyan came out relatively late, and when Yidianhong was almost at the table, he slowly appeared in front of Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng, who originally got up to take some of the red plate in his hands, paused, and then walked towards Gu Shenyan uncontrollably.

What kind of delicacy did Brother Gu bring?It smells so good!

result……

After getting closer, Lu Xiaofeng realized that it was just a bowl of fried sauce.

To be honest, Lu Xiaofeng was still a little disappointed when he saw that what Gu Shenyan was holding was just a bowl of fried sauce.

But this little disappointment was quickly washed away by the tangy aroma.

He stretched out his hands subconsciously, and said, "Brother Gu, let me—" Help you carry it.

"No need." Gu Shenyan walked past him with his fried sauce in his hand, and said without looking back: "If you really want to help, go to the kitchen and bring the noodles. "

Ok.

Lu Xiaofeng shrugged resentfully, walked towards the backyard.

……

Gu Shenyan's cooking skills are as impeccable as ever.

From Lu Xiaofeng's point of view, the noodles, which were originally very bland, immediately became a delicacy with a complete color, flavor and taste after adding fried sauce and vegetables, and then stirring evenly.

The noodles are half-cooked, and the noodles have been cold water several times to maintain the right texture and smooth taste. The tan fried sauce is evenly wrapped on each noodle. The meat is distinct, the taste is mellow, salty and sweet. , and paired with sweet and refreshing vegetables, one bite will give you a sense of satisfaction immediately.

And the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes, and the more you eat, the more you can't stop.

Lu Xiaofeng quickly stuffed a large bowl of noodles into his stomach: "I feel like I can have another bowl." Or two bowls are fine!

However, there were no noodles left in the kitchen, and the fried sauce was used up.

Looking at Gu Shenyan and the others who were engrossed in eating, Lu Xiaofeng rolled his eyes: "Well, if any of you can't finish eating, I can help share some of it."

Gu Shenyan glanced at him, didn't reply, and continued to eat his own noodles in a leisurely manner.

Ximen Chuuxue and Yidianhong didn't raise their heads the whole time.

Lu Xiaofeng drooped his head lazily, thinking that if he had known this would happen earlier, he should have controlled himself just now and stopped eating in such a hurry.

It's a good time, I can only stare at the food in other people's bowls.

Also heartbroken.

After the meal, Gu Shenyan and Ximen Chuuxue stood up at the same time and walked out of the inn.

A little red followed silently.

"Hey hey——" Lu Xiaofeng, who reacted a little too late, hurriedly chased after him with the flagon he hadn't drunk a few sips from, and asked suspiciously, "You guys are going to compete now? Don't you wait for a while to digest?"

Do it directly after eating, not afraid of indigestion and stomach pain later.

With his hands behind his back, Gu Shenyan walked slowly down the deserted street side by side with Ximen Chuixue, "Aren't we just digesting food now?"

On this big night, they definitely wouldn't do it directly on the street.

It would be bad if it disturbed the people who had already rested.

Lu Xiaofeng realized later: "So you are going to compete outside the town?"

Gu Shenyan nodded and hummed, then looked up at the half crescent moon hanging in the night sky, "The moonlight is pretty good tonight, after the sparring is over, I can enjoy the night view of the suburbs by the way."

"I'm afraid there are not many people in this world who are in the mood to enjoy the scenery before competing with Ximen."

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

In today's martial arts world, there are actually only a few swordsmen whose swordsmanship is better than Ximen Chuuxue's. Even the Mu Taoist of Wudang Mountain will inadvertently express his unwillingness to fight with Ximen Chuuxue when he mentions Ximen Chuuxue.

This has nothing to do with the strength of strength, it is simply because of the psychological pressure that Ximen Chuuxue brought to the opponent.

He grew up too fast.

When Lu Xiaofeng met Ximen Chuuxue, both of them were seventeen or eighteen years old. At that time, although Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship was considered excellent among his peers, it didn't make people feel overwhelmed.

The frightening thing is that every time this person goes through a battle, his strength will improve significantly.

Seven years, just seven short years, Ximen Chuuxue's swordsmanship has far surpassed all swordsmen of the same generation in the world, and even many martial arts seniors are no longer his opponents.

Mu Taoist once asserted that within ten years, the number one swordsman in the world, which has been disputed by people in the world for a long time, will inevitably be born between Ye Gucheng or Ximen Chuixue.

Before meeting Gu Shenyan, a monster, Lu Xiaofeng actually thought the same way.

But now, Lu Xiaofeng felt that even if Brother Gu was unwilling to step into the arena, the title of the world's number one swordsman would probably fall firmly on his head in the end.

In this duel between Gu Shenyan and Ximen Chuuxue, there was no suspense about the outcome.

It seems that there is only a thin line between the masters of transformation and the first-class masters, but the distance of this line is like an insurmountable chasm.

First-class masters can easily defeat dozens of second-rate masters, but Transformation Realm masters can easily defeat dozens, or even nearly a hundred first-rate masters.

One against a hundred is not an exaggeration.

However, this sparring did not end quickly, because Gu Shenyan only showed [-]% to [-]% of his strength.

He is deliberately prolonging the process of fighting, in order to allow Ximen Chuuxue to grow more, and also to let Dianhong, who is watching the battle, have more insights.

This is not so much a discussion as it is a kind of advice.

When this sparring was over, Lu Xiaofeng saw for the first time obvious, even violent expression fluctuations on Ximen Chuuxue's face.

Ximen Chuuxue was undoubtedly very excited at the moment.

Since he came into contact with swordsmanship at the age of seven, swordsmanship has become the highest pursuit in his life. His only wish is to reach the peak of swordsmanship one day.

But what counts as the pinnacle?

Ximen Fuxue, who had never fought against a master of transformation before, only had a vague concept in his mind.

And this vague concept, after today's World War I, finally turned into a tangible goal that seemed within reach.

His eyes were brighter than ever before, as bright as a flame was burning, the way he looked at Gu Shenyan seemed to be looking at a respectable senior, and also seemed to be looking at his future self.

Full of respect and expectation.

As the saying goes, there are no young or old in learning, and those who have mastered come first.

"Thank you for your advice, senior." Ximen Chuixue lowered his head willingly, and said to Gu Shenyan, "I hope that senior will still be willing to give me advice in the future."

After fighting against a master of Gu Shenyan's level, how could Ximen Chuuxue be satisfied with those mediocre opponents in the world?

He hoped that he could continue to ask Gu Shenyan for advice in the future.

Gu Shenyan readily agreed: "I opened a small shop outside Jiangnan City, you can find me there anytime in the future."

"Yes, yes, by the way, you can patronize the business in the store."

Lu Xiaofeng laughed, and joked to Ximen Chuuxue: "Friendly reminder, brother Gu's cooking skills are also superb, and the price is not cheap."

He said this purely as a joke, because Wanmei Villa's wealth is definitely not inferior to Jiangnan Hua's family, even if Ximen Chuuxue went to Gu Shenyan's place to eat every day, and he ate the most expensive food every meal, the cost would only be a drop in the bucket.

But Ximen Chuuxue replied very seriously: "Even if a meal is worth ten thousand gold, I'm willing to do it."

After all, the exchange of ten thousand gold is not just a meal.

Gu Shenyan: "..."

I really want to charge him 1 taels for a meal.

Anyway, Ximen Chuuxue's tone sounded like he was really not short of money.