The Legend of Xianxia of Yinzi and Guizi

At night, the sky darkened.Soon after, it rained again.

In the room where Zhang Xiaofan was, besides him, Tian Linger also appeared here, and took out a thin piece of paper from her bosom, with densely written small characters on it, and handed it to him.

Zhang Xiaofan took it and looked at it for a few times, his expression changed immediately, and he lost his voice: "Tai Chi Xuan Qing Dao Jue! Sister, this..."

Tian Linger rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily, "What are you shouting so loudly for?"

Zhang Xiaofan hastily lowered his voice, said: "Senior sister, this is the third level of magic formula! You..."

"Me?" Tian Linger snorted and said, "Of course I will pass it on to you."

Zhang Xiaofan was taken aback, said: "What?"

Tian Ling'er said: "I know that father has always looked down on you, and today he doesn't know what to do if he is angry with you. Hmph, I can't bear to see him not being able to teach his disciples well and scolding you instead. You take this formula, Practice secretly by yourself, and show my father sometime when you can make a name for yourself, and don’t be ashamed like today again.”

Zhang Xiaofan frowned tightly, said: "But senior sister, if master and wife find out, wouldn't they want to scold you?"

Tian Ling'er said impatiently: "You said you scolded me, at most they scolded me a few words, and imprisoned me for a period of time, so what? Anyway, I can't let you be bullied!"

Zhang Xiaofan's whole body trembled, his heart suddenly felt hot, looking at Tian Linger's pretty standing figure, he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, the blood in his heart was surging, even if he was asked to die for the woman in front of him, he would not hesitate.

Tian Linger said again: "Remember to put in more effort yourself, and strive to draw with that stinky Lin Jingyu as soon as possible, but no matter how hard you practice, you will not be able to compare with Senior Brother Qi Hao, so don't think about it. " Having said that, she waved her hand and warned: "Keep it secret." After speaking, she walked out of the room and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

【No matter how much you practice, you won't be able to compare with Senior Brother Qihao! 】

There are thirteen words in this sentence, each word hit Zhang Xiaofan's heart heavily, his face suddenly lost all color, subconsciously, he grasped the white paper in his hand tightly.

The mountains and rain are drizzling, the sky and the earth are solemn, who sees that young man in the night walking into the rain and looking up at the sky!

"Oh, first love is really wonderful! Although it is basically a memory!"

"Don't say that, Gintoki! It's better to have dreams in your youth!"

Hearing this, I saw two familiar figures appearing in front of my eyes.

"Sister Yinzi! Sister Guizi!"

After entering the house and lighting the fire, the room became much warmer immediately.

Zhang Xiaofan looked helplessly at these two creatures occupying his bed and table, and heaved a big sigh.

"Really, why did you choose this time to come?"

When Yinshi heard this, he was not happy.Grabbing the steamed buns on the table with one hand, he gnawed, and shouted, "What? Complain that we are hindering your first love aftertaste? Tell you, first love is just an illusion! You can only watch the super high realm that you can't eat. , you can’t handle it! Besides, you’re not happy to see me, are you? I’ve almost lost an arm to save you, and you treat Yinsang with this attitude, brat!”

Seeing Yinshi gnawing on the steamed buns and still yelling, Zhang Xiaofan, who was spraying steamed buns crumbs, was almost in a black line, and quickly stopped him: "Don't talk loudly while eating, really!!"

Zhang Xiaofan chattered, grabbed Yin Shi from his bed and shook it a few times, then picked up the broom and started cleaning without saying a word.

When the silver line was black, he turned to Gui, who was oblivious to it, and asked, "Why would a good boy suddenly have the attributes of an old mother? What exactly did you instill in him?"

Gui said calmly: "Haven't you heard of the 'Eighteen Changes of the Male University'?"

"I've only ever heard another saying of the opposite gender."

After cleaning, Zhang Xiaofan looked at Yinshi's arm, and asked worriedly: "Sister Yinzi...your arm...has healed?"

"Scared? Ah..." Yin Shi rubbed his head with a smile and said, "It's completely healed! It's no problem to pick you up and throw you from Qingyun's mountain to that mountain! Do you want to try?"

"I don't want it!" Zhang Xiaofan took two steps back in fright, but couldn't help laughing.

After being made a fuss by them, the depressed mood just now dissipated a lot in an instant.

In a blink of an eye, he looked over again, and saw that Yinshi was still gnawing off a steamed bun, and the crumbs fell all over the floor again.

"Why are you eating again?"

"It's so noisy! This morning I didn't even eat breakfast, and the wig was dragged here, but when I came here, I met your people and I had to hide in the bamboo forest until everyone left! I was cold and hungry. Apologize to me for a long time, bastard!!"

Zhang Xiaofan was still standing there in a daze, but it was Gui who complained, "You can't die if you starve for a meal or two!" Afterwards, Yinshi beat him up violently.

Rubbing his temples, Zhang Xiaofan sighed deeply.

"I'll go to the kitchen and make you some noodles! Just wait for me!"

At this time, Gui also shouted with his bruised nose and swollen face: "Ah, give me one too! Remember to add garlic!"

Zhang Xiaofan didn't know what to say anymore.

The rain has stopped.

Zhang Xiaofan came to the familiar kitchen, lit a fire and boiled water.

Originally it was his sixth senior brother Du Bishu who did the cooking, but he went down the mountain to practice, so now he cooks.But this unexpectedly discovered one of his talents - the food he cooks is very delicious!This also made his master Tian Buyi, who had always disliked him, a little bit more fond of him, which made Zhang Xiaofan happy for a long time.

The firewood was crackling and crackling in the stove, and the bright yellow flames were like demon spirits dancing wildly on the wood, making his face red.Zhang Xiaofan took a thin firewood to make a fire stick, fiddled with the firewood in the stove, dazed in a daze.

【No matter how much you practice, you won't be able to compare with Senior Brother Qihao! 】

He remembered Tian Linger's words again.

He silently recited it thousands of times in his heart, and it hurt his heart every time he read it.He knew it was stupid, the senior sister didn't have any malicious intentions, she just said the facts that everyone recognized.

But he still couldn't help thinking, thinking desperately, as if there was a wild burning flame in his heart, burning his heart endlessly, until the flame burned his hands.

"Oops!" Zhang Xiaofan screamed, and jumped back, it turned out that when he was in a trance, the stove fire burned the firewood in his hand, and he burned his hand along the road.

He clasped his hands and blew air on the sore spot, ran to the water tank and dipped his hands in the cold water, a icy chill poured over him, Zhang Xiaofan smiled wryly, what he needs most now is not anything but a fire stick.

"Uh, uh, uh." A few calls sounded at the door, Zhang Xiaofan recognized that it was Rhubarb's cry, but he couldn't figure out how the usual "woof woof" turned into "uh huh".

He went out of the door to look, and couldn't help but laugh. It turned out that Da Huang was fighting with the little gray monkey he had named Xiao Hui, with a short black stick in his mouth.

Zhang Xiaofan stepped forward, stretched out his hand to grab the short stick, waved away Xiaohui and Dahuang.

Zhang Xiaofan turned around and went into the kitchen, he sighed, his heart moved suddenly, he walked quickly to the stove, fiddled with the short black stick as a fire stick a few times, it was very handy, and the stick was made of unknown material, The fire can't burn, and it doesn't transfer heat. After baking for a long time, it's still cool.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded repeatedly, thinking that this is just right for use.

"Hey! Are you ready? You're starving to death!!" Gintoki yelled and walked over.

Hearing Yin Shi's voice, Zhang Xiaofan hurriedly said: "It will be done soon! You...don't come out casually! What if someone finds out?"

Zhang Xiaofan did not forget the fact that Yinshi is a member of the Devil's Cult.Although he knew that he belonged to the Demon Cult, he really couldn't help but hate him.

"It's so late that no one will see it! By the way... what is it in your hand?"

Yinshi's expression changed suddenly, and he ran up and grabbed his stick for stirring the firewood, his eyes widened instantly.

"Hey, wait... what is that in your hand?"

Zhang Xiaofan didn't react yet, he just replied blankly: "Firestick?"

Yinshi was silent for a while, before calling out to the door: "Hey, wig! What's going on here?"

Gui also appeared at the door, also staring at the stick in Zhang Xiaofan's hand with a serious face, silent.

"Xiaofan..." Gui asked, "How did you get this thing?"

Zhang Xiaofan was puzzled, but he still replied: "I saw this stick by my side when I woke up that day. It seems to be Xiao Hui... that gray monkey brought it here. I left it in the corner But I didn’t want to use it as a fire stick, so I used it like that.”

Yinshi & Gui: "..."

Yinshi suddenly sympathized with the deceased Elder Black Heart of the Demon Sect. If he knew about the Blood-devouring Orb he spent his entire life refining, the Demon Sect's most powerful treasure that spanned the world, and even the ancient artifact that he carried, he would not even have the chance to appear in the world. Dementors have fallen to the point of making fire sticks together, and they must be alive and dead from the grave!

Seeing Yinshi and Gui's expressions were very strange, Zhang Xiaofan asked hesitantly: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

After Yinshi and Gui looked at each other, they both shook their heads and waved their hands together.

"No, nothing."

With that said, the two turned their heads and left.

"Then, bring it over when you're done!"

"We'll go back and wait for you!"

Zhang Xiaofan could only stare blankly at this strange duo.

"Is it really okay not to tell him the truth?" Gui asked a little worried on the way back.

Yinshi rested his hands on the back of his head, with a carefree expression but said with a trace of seriousness: "Anyway, that thing is just being abused in his hands now, it doesn't matter if you say it or not. And..."

"It would definitely not be a good thing for him to know that the two great evils in the world have been forged into a magic weapon by his blood essence." Gui took Yinshi's words and said softly, then looked at Yinshi , asked, "You mean to say that?"

Silver is noncommittal.

The magic weapon that truly communicates with a cultivator is actually a magic weapon refined and refined from the master's own blood. Using blood as a medium, the magic weapon often has a devilish aura, but it feels like a flesh and blood connection with the master.

However, there have always been very few people in the righteous way to practice magic weapons in this way. Firstly, this method is outside the evil way, and more because most of the things produced are fierce and evil. If the righteous way does not do it, these magic weapons can only be Only those who have the blood of the master can be used.

This was what Gui had read in ancient books in the past, and combined with his experience in Yougu, he more or less guessed it.It's just that they didn't expect that the stick actually followed Zhang Xiaofan.It's like fate.

"However, there is still a little question here." Gui analyzed, "Although the Blood-devouring Orb had absorbed a lot of Xiaofan's blood when we rushed over, don't forget, because of your intervention later it caused Your blood is also dissolved in it. So, is it Zhang Xiaofan who forged this magic weapon? Or you? Or you and Zhang Xiaofan?"

Silver smiled.

"If it's my magic weapon, it's easy to handle! I'll just transform him into an ogre! Since this thing likes to suck blood so much, let it suck as much from the chrysanthemum!"

Gui complained: "Yinshi, if you really do this, the original owner of that thing will crawl out in the middle of the night to settle accounts with you!"

The noodles are here.

After Yinshi and Gui took a sip, their eyes widened involuntarily and they stopped their movements.

"Beautiful...delicious..."

"It's great! The soup is soft, juicy and mellow, with a hint of sweetness in the salty aroma, and the elastic noodles are shuttled in the aroma. After the broth is full, it exudes a special deliciousness! Sliding between the lips and teeth , the absolute taste of Qingcheng in full bloom! Not only that, but also the freshness of coriander and the slightly spicy garlic in this taste! It is simply the best!!!”

Yinshi suddenly turned his head and complained: "Hey, where are you a star gourmet? Where do you get those professional evaluations? Did you learn it from Jisong?"

Gui ignored Yinshi's complaints, and just smiled quietly: "Although Jisongdian's ramen is not bad, but Xiaofan's noodles are also of first-class standard! Even if you can't be a first-class cultivator in the future, you can definitely become one. A top-notch cook! When you open a restaurant in the future, remember that I can endorse you for free!"

Zhang Xiaofan smiled shyly: "Hey, the master also said that I have a great talent for cooking, this is probably my only one of the few strengths!"

"Speaking of which, your mother seems to be very good at cooking, right? You must have inherited her gene! Not bad! Speaking of which, the pot of porridge back then was really delicious!" A smile appeared in the middle, "I specially added my special secret recipe made by Gui Xiaotaro, which is really the icing on the cake!"

Yinshi complained: "I think it should be fortunate that the porridge was delicious enough so that you wouldn't ruin it!"

Gui retorted: "Don't forget that it also smells of you!"

Zhang Xiaofan looked helplessly at the two outstanding people in front of him, who were bickering like a country boy from somewhere, but didn't stop the chopsticks in his hand, sucking noodles, and suddenly felt something caught in his heart. Packed to the brim.

"Next time you come again, I will cook for you again!" Zhang Xiaofan said with a smile.

There is no doubt that it is indeed a happy thing to make something that others eat happily.So he really meant it.

However, after he found out that since today, these two people came to the door with bowls and chopsticks every now and then and took out a series of menus, he finally regretted it.