Mysterious Master Breaks into the Mysterious Realm

Immediately, Yang Mingxu became furious and punched him with his fist raised.

Soon, he and Yu Chujin got into a fight, and Wei Yang and Duan Liuxu didn't know who the old man who took Yang Mingxu away was. Naturally, they turned towards their own people, so the three of them attacked Yang Mingxu together.

These few of them are the proud sons of heaven, with black beast spirit pouches and cultivation above the cloud level, Yang Mingxu can deal with one person, but not with three people at the same time, so naturally he suffered a disadvantage.

That night, when Yang Mingxu appeared in front of Qin Lang and the others again, he was completely in a state of distress, his handsome face was bruised and purple, and the colorful mottled was very beautiful, and his handsome image was gone.

"Yo, didn't I see you all afternoon? How did you become like this?" Bai Tianjiao was practicing with her quiver fondly, when she saw Yang Mingxu appearing at the door with a disheveled appearance, she couldn't help it. He raised his eyebrows and said mockingly.

"You want to die, don't you?" Yang Mingxu's beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of anger, and his expression was very frightening.

During the day, she raised her eyebrows tenderly and snorted, "Don't I just say a word? Are people not allowed to speak?"

Yang Ming looked over furiously, with a creepy chill in his cold eyes.

During the day, Jiao pursed her lips and snorted angrily and didn't speak any more. Qin Lang and the others were in the room, and when they heard the commotion outside, they ran out one after another and saw Yang Mingxu in an extremely embarrassed appearance, and they all stepped forward to ask concerned Said, "Ming Xu, what's going on with you?"

Yang Mingxu didn't say anything, just looked at the old man who walked out and asked with a cold face, "If I recognize you as my teacher, will you take care of everything for us?"

"Of course." Looking at his colorful face, the old man burst into a smile and said, "What? Have you been taught a lesson?"

"Hmph." Yang Mingxu snorted coldly with disdain, "If it's Peak Master Qingyun, would you dare to provoke him?"

The old man was not polite immediately, and said with contempt and disgust, "Let's not talk about Qingyun Peak, even Zixiao Peak, I'm not afraid of the old man, as my apprentice..." His eyes slowly swept over everyone. Quan said, "Whoever is a coward, I will personally drive him out of the school."

Immediately, Yang Mingxu kowtowed to the old man without saying a word, and after paying homage to the teacher, he said, "Master."

The old man immediately helped him up from the ground and said, "I am not afraid that you will cause trouble, but I am afraid that you will not cause trouble. If you can cause trouble, people like you if you have courage. Remember, my old man has never been afraid of anyone when he is away from home. As you My disciple, don't be afraid of things, remember?"

"Yes." Everyone replied.

"Oh, I'm so hungry, where shall we go for dinner?" After the old man finished speaking, Qiao Xinrou immediately asked, rubbing his stomach.

Everyone immediately looked at the old man.

The old man pointed to a thatched house not far away and said, "That's the kitchen. I'm just hungry, master. Hurry up, good disciples, go and cook for me."

Everyone, "..."

They suddenly wanted to bully their masters and destroy their ancestors.

"I don't know how to cook." Bai Tianjiao was the first to say.

"My lady can't cook either!" Qiao Xinrou stretched out her white and soft little hands and said pitifully, "Look at my hands, do they look like someone who can cook?"

"Me neither." Qixin said directly and coldly.

"Neither do I." Rong Xingle shook his head. He grew up in a slum street. He lived by begging since he was a child. When he got a labor force, he went to work. Occasionally cooking by himself is simple cooking. As for the taste, he never cared about it, but he looked at the group of Qiao Xinrou, Yang Mingxu and Bai Baijiao, all of them looked like young ladies or young masters, He definitely wouldn't eat food that he made without the slightest taste.

"We won't either." Before Qin Lang could speak, Song Yutang said immediately.

Obviously none of these people know how to cook, only one Qin Lang can cook, should Qin Lang cook for them from now on?Naturally, Song Yutang didn't like Qin Lang serving a large group of people by himself. An occasional meal is okay, but not every day. In this case, it's better not to expose Qin Lang's ability to cook, so Song Yutang said it quickly, and Taking advantage of others not paying attention, he pinched Qin Lang's waist fiercely.

Qin Lang, "..."

He could only touch his nose, smiled and said nothing.

Everyone looked at the old man pitifully.

The old man, "..."

The old man was furious immediately, and said angrily, "As my apprentices, do you still expect my master to cook for you and serve you?"

"Then what should we do?" Bai Baijiao asked, "You can't let us starve, can you? Were you alive and well when we weren't here? How do you usually solve the problem of eating?"

The old man, "..."

Listen to what is this?

It is disrespectful to the master, and it is a big rebellion.

"Zixiao Sect is known as the largest sect in the world, and there are tens of thousands of disciples, so there should be a canteen?" Qin Lang asked. In a large sect, it is impossible for everyone to solve the problem of cooking.

"Yes." The old man said reluctantly, "It's just a little far away from my refining peak, so I don't want to go."

Everyone, "..."

You are so lazy.

"Okay then, let's go to dinner first, and we'll talk about your problem after dinner." Qin Lang looked at Yang Mingxu's colorful face and said, "Don't go, we'll call you back."

Yang Mingxu nodded and said, "Thank you."

Now that he looks so embarrassed, he naturally doesn't like to appear in front of outsiders, and he just lost such a big face, and he doesn't want to go out and be laughed at by others.

So, Qin Langqiao Xinrou and his group of six walked out of Qiqifeng.

Refining Qifeng is on the westernmost side of Zixiaozong. The scenery here is not bad, because there are relatively few people, only the old man lives here all the year round, and few people come here, so it is surrounded by clouds and mist all the year round, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and birdsong The fragrance of flowers, especially the air, is very fresh. Looking up, the sky is blue and bright, without any trace of pollution.

The few people walked along the path for nearly half an hour before they walked out of the Refining Peak. Qiao Xinrou murmured, "I didn't feel how far this road was when I went there, but why was it so far when I came out? They are all mountains and forests with lush trees, otherwise it would take two or three hours to eat a meal on a hot day, no wonder the old man would rather be hungry than come out to eat, it is too much trouble."

"Tired?" Qin Lang looked at Song Yutang beside him and asked, he originally wanted Song Yutang to wait in the room, but Song Yutang was not happy and insisted on coming out with him, so he took him out.

"Not tired." Song Yutang shook her head and said.

Qiao Xinrou looked at the two with bright eyes and said enviously, "The relationship between the two of you is too good!"

Song Yutang smiled embarrassedly, but did not let go of Qin Lang's hand.

Qin Lang also smiled slightly.

A few of them walked down to the refining peak, met a few disciples on the way, asked people, and finally found the cafeteria of Zixiaozong after an hour, when everyone's stomachs were almost flattened by hunger.

From the outside, the canteen of the Zixiao Sect is also very grand. The hall is bright and has many tables and chairs. It can accommodate tens of thousands of disciples at once, which shows that the Zixiao Sect is rich and powerful.

Several people walked into the cafeteria, and they had passed the restaurant at this moment, but there were still many young disciples sitting in small groups in the cafeteria. After all, these two days were just after Zixiaozong recruited new students, and many new disciples were not familiar with it. In the environment here, there were as many people who came to eat late as they did, but when a few people entered the cafeteria, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

It's not that they are particularly outstanding in appearance, but because, regardless of whether it's the new disciples or the old disciples of Zixiaozong, they all wear Zixiaozong's costumes, but they are still only wearing their own clothes. Blame them, because the old man didn't give them Zixiaozong's costumes at all, and Qin Lang and the others forgot to ask for them when they first arrived, so after leaving Qiqi Peak, they felt that they were out of the ordinary and out of place.

"Why is this feeling of being the center of attention so uncomfortable?" Qiao Xinrou frowned and said, mainly because this focus is not something to show off.

"Damn old man, you probably want to embarrass us?" Bai Tianjiao snorted with a stinky face.

"Don't talk so much, and don't cause trouble, let's have dinner and leave here." Qin Lang said.

Everyone hurried to the window of the cafeteria and took a brief look. Although Zixiaozong is rich and powerful, the food is not very good. It can be said that it is very simple, and there is a lot of food. other people.

Qin Lang looked at Wei Wei and frowned and said, "There is nothing you like."

Song Yutang is a picky eater, and she's not just a picky eater.

Song Yutang thought she was quite hungry at first, but when she saw those simple dishes, she suddenly felt that she lost her appetite, so she frowned and said, "Forget it, let's make do with it first."

Qin Lang sighed, nodded his nose and said, "I'll go back later and see what ingredients are in the kitchen, or I'll make some for you."

He was not willing to starve Song Yutang.

Song Yutang looked at the rice that he couldn't eat even if he was reluctant, nodded with sparkling eyes and said, "Then just cook me a bowl of noodles, I like to eat your cooked noodles."

"Okay." Qin Lang said dotingly.

As soon as the two people's voices fell, there was a quarrel between Bai Baijiao and the beater on the other side.

"As disciples of Zixiao Sect, why do we have to pay for meals? Don't you think we are newcomers, so you think we are stupid?" During the day, he was arguing with others coquettishly.

Qin Lang and Song Yutang heard the quarrel and walked over and asked, "What's going on?"