"This big carp weighing ten pounds..."
Liu Xilong held the killed fish and said with a smile: "How to do it?"
"Let me do it."
Lin Zhao took the carp and put it on the chopping board, then started to cut it with a knife, marinated it a little with aniseed, soy sauce, etc., then thickened the flour, and then fried it slightly with oil, and then added various seasonings, red The peppers and so on were used to braise, and the whole process was done very seriously and methodically. Lin Wanhua was leaning on a chair not far away, watching him busy with her arms folded.
The Great Sword Immortal of Fusu Great Wall has many things on her mind. In fact, since she was a child, she has only been able to practice swordsmanship and fighting, and has never really cooked food. These tedious things make her feel that they are even more important than practicing swordsmanship. It's difficult, but these tedious processes are so perfect under Lin Zhao's hands. For a moment, Lin Wanhua's pretty face turned slightly red. From now on, he will cook and run the house, and kill enemies with his own sword?
Qin Yu, who was making a fire, took a look from a distance and felt that something was wrong with his cousin Lin Wanhua today. Liu Xilu stared at Lin Wanhua while picking vegetables. What happened to the city lord today? He lacked the majesty of the past, but had more. She has the air of a little daughter. Over the past hundred years, in the sects on the Human Race Mountain, many young heroes have pursued Lin Wanhua. Some of them were even determined to be in the upper five realms, but after seeing Lin Wanhua's unparalleled grace with a sword, they sowed inner demons. , I am afraid that I will never be able to reach the fifth realm in this life. Over the years, Lin Wanhua has always closed the door to thank those handsome men who pursue her, while at worst, she has directly drawn her sword to kill people. Therefore, not far away, Lin Wanhua leaned on a chair with a slight smile on her face. His demeanor made Liu Xilong feel as if he had seen a ghost.
Among the three of them, only Ye Lin could see the blush on Lin Wanhua's cheeks at a glance, and he immediately sighed in his heart, it's over, our city lord is afraid that he has fallen in love with Lin Zhao, what should we do? Su Changcheng gave it to Snowland Tianchi as a dowry? Or should we say that Snowland Tianchi and Fusu Great Wall were married, and they joined forces to resist the four northern tribes?
Speaking of which, they seem to be quite matched.
Suddenly, Ye Lin couldn't help but smile. All the infatuated people in the world are of the same mind!
…
Soon after, several hard dishes were finished. Liu Xilong carried the Eight Immortals table where Lin Wanhua lived to the courtyard, put down a few chairs, and then served the dishes one by one. The "carp leaping over the dragon's gate" that Lin Zhao said was actually a transformation. Braised carp with various patterns, and a roasted bacon with green garlic. Once cooked, it is a big pot. The swordsman in the world drinks a big bowl and eats vegetables. If it is not cooked enough, it will not be enough. In addition, there is a big pot of braised wild potatoes. The fragrant smell of pheasant meat makes people want to stop eating it. Add a few stir-fried vegetables and the dish is already quite rich.
"Let's go eat and drink!"
Lin Zhao laughed and took out a jar of peach blossom wine from the package, followed by a lot of 10g pots of low-quality wine. At first, everyone drank the peach blossom wine together and felt extremely happy. After drinking a jar of peach blossom wine It was low-quality water and wine. Qin Yu, Liu Xilong and Ye Lin were stunned by the first sip of it. This kind of street water and wine was too unpalatable to drink, right?
But Lin Wanhua was used to it, and she found this kind of wine quite refreshing, so even Lin Wanhua drank it as usual, while the others didn't care so much and just enjoyed themselves.
A group of people drank and drank, their faces flushed.
"Lin Zhao."
Liu Xilu's face turned red after drinking, and he said: "How many times before did you pass by the Fusu Great Wall, why didn't you recognize us?"
"I'm afraid of holding a grudge."
Lin Zhao smiled and said: "After all, you were all beaten by me back then. I was just a sword cultivator in the lower fifth realm at that time, so I was afraid that you would hit people. Everyone is a frightening upper five realm. How could I dare to challenge you.
"
Qin Yu raised his forehead and smiled, and said: "We, the Upper Five Realm, are nothing in your eyes, right?"
"You can't say that."
Lin Zhaodao: "The Fusu Great Wall is located in the northern border of the human race. It is actually the most important line of defense for the human race. To me, every person on the Fusu Great Wall who is in the upper five realms is quite precious."
"Lin Zhao..."
Ye Lin drank a little and said: "Actually, if you had not died back then, and had not been reincarnated, with your cultivation, your boxing understanding and qualifications at that time, after a hundred years of tempering, you would be at least ten
The foundation of a martial artist in the second realm and the rebirth realm."
His eyes turned red and he said: "If you, Lin Zhao, enter the rebirth realm, I think you will be much more powerful than Lu Fengxian's rebirth realm."
"It's all over."
Lin Zhao pursed his lips and said: "Besides, there are no ifs in the world. He did die in battle back then, and even his gallbladder exploded."
Liu Xilun's nose was sore and he said: "Back then, I never imagined that the person who knocked me down with one punch would actually possess the courage of the God of War. As I said, that punch was so heavy and fierce, it didn't look like anything.
The fist of a martial artist from the Seventh Realm..."
"Okay."
Lin Wanhua picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "Everyone is in the fifth realm now. Why are you talking about this? Is bullying Lin Zhao just an eighth-level golden elixir?"
Lin Zhao scratched his head: "Miss Lin, if you didn't mention this, I would have forgotten it. I almost thought I had reached the fifth realm..."
"Will do."
Lin Wanhua smiled lightly: "Being a pure swordsman in this life, practicing your sword well, isn't it just a snap to enter the upper five realms?"
"I'd like to lend you some good words."
Lin Zhao nodded and chuckled.
…
A group of people drank until the moon was high in the sky, then sat on the wall together and looked at the sky above the Fusu Great Wall. Qin Yu and Liu Xilu talked about some trivial things over the years and joked about Ye Lin, the playboy.
, Ye Lin was not angry at all. He laughed and joked with everyone that this was his own magical power, and he had to endure it if he didn't accept it. After chatting for a long time, Qin Yu stood up and said: "When I go home, I will be drunk again.
I’m afraid my wife will have something to say if I’m too late to go home.”
"Come back quickly."
Lin Wanhua chuckled: "Your wife is indeed quite powerful."
After Qin Yu left, Liu Xilong also clasped his fists and smiled, and returned to Nancheng to take charge. Ye Lin also bowed and left with Liu Xilong. For a while, only Lin Zhao and Lin Wanhua were left on the wall of the entire courtyard.
When Lin Zhao turned around, he saw Lin Wanhua's flushed face. This great swordsman at the pinnacle of the twelfth realm had a drinking capacity... lower than that of the fifth realm!
"Miss Lin."
Lin Zhao took out a thick stack of sword-lighting talismans and said, "Now that we're getting down to business, I also want to have something for midnight snack. Can I prepare it for you?"
Lin Wanhua smiled lightly: "Let's make some porridge, any kind of porridge will do."
"OK!"
Lin Zhao said: "Is there any small river or something nearby? You go ahead and I'll go catch some fish and come back and cook you some fish fillet porridge."
"There is a river to the south."
"Um."
So, Lin Zhao took out the fishing rod from the package and left with his sword, while Lin Wanhua sat on the window sill, her pretty face flushed, and began to warm up the sword energy for the sword talisman one by one under the moonlight.
…
Southwest of the snow-covered Tianchi, a dense jungle stretches across a hundred miles northwest of Xijianjiang. This woodland is called the Ghost Mist Forest. It is said that it was a mass grave many years ago and was often haunted late at night, so it was classified as a forbidden area by the human race.
, and after the demon clan went south, this forest was completely deserted, but not long ago, the coffin-carrying people appeared in this ghost fog forest, making this forest uneasy again, and people coming and going
Human monks, warriors, traders, and lackeys, etc., will basically avoid this place after passing the Xijianjiang River.
"rustle……"
Under the moonlight, a group of players trekked a long way and finally arrived at the Ghost Mist Forest. The person walking at the front was Ding Chunqiu, who was riding a horse and holding a sword. Behind him were 400 players who were all villains, and players in the entire guild who were over level 100.
Basically it's all here.
"Damn it!"
A marksman frowned and looked at the surrounding environment, and said: "This place is eerie and scary. Our group is really talented and bold, and we dare to do anything."
"Shut up!"
Ding Chunqiu said in a deep voice: "This time we are here to become disciples of the coffin-carrying lineage. Please be more sincere. Maybe we will become ghost cultivators in the future. What does this little Yin Qi mean?"
"Yes, boss!"
A group of people nodded.
Ding Chunqiu led the group, and a group of people slowly entered the jungle. After walking for about ten minutes, the corpse aura in front of them became heavier and heavier, making it difficult for people to adapt. And there was a rustling sound on the treetops that could not be seen to the end.
There was a lot of noise, and dead leaves fell down at every turn.
"There's something in the tree!"
Jiumozhi frowned.
"Be careful!"
Ding Chunqiu gritted his teeth, rode forward a few steps on his horse, raised his fist into the depths of the jungle, and said in a deep voice: "Ding Chunqiu, a southern sword cultivator, wants to join the sect of the coffin-carrying ancestor, and I hope that the ancestor will allow it! Ding Chunqiu
Along with all the brothers in the family, we must be unswervingly loyal to the coffin-carrying lineage and will never betray us. I ask our ancestors to learn from this!"
In the air, a figure suddenly fell from the sky. It was an elder carrying a coffin, a ghost cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm. He suddenly opened his mouth and bit the neck of a level 104 berserker, sucking the essence of flesh and blood crazily. That person's blood
Brush the strips straight off.
"grass!"
If someone shouts, he must fight back.
"Don't do it!"
Ding Chunqiu suddenly opened his fingers and shouted: "Since we want to become a disciple, we must have the rules and sincerity of becoming a disciple. No one is allowed to move. What's wrong with letting Senior Ghost Cultivator suck some blood?"
…
"OK……"
Deep in the jungle, a delicate voice came, but it was particularly scary. Soon after, amidst the rustling footsteps, zombies jumped out one by one. They carried wooden poles on their shoulders, sixteen in total, and followed around.
One by one, the coffin bearers were ghost cultivators, and sitting on the sixteen-carry sedan was a beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam, who was the ancestor of the coffin bearers, Tan Xin.
"alright."
Tan Xin gently stretched out her hand and said with a smile: "Elder Xu, just suck a little bit of flesh and blood. There is no need to actually kill him. There is no need."
"yes!"
The elder who was lying on the berserker's body to suck blood jumped down, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "The taste of fresh flesh and blood, it's been a long time!"
"Boss, boss..."
The level 104 berserker was crying and frightened: "I... I just had 20% of the experience points of this level sucked away by him, and I almost lost my level. I..."
"Okay, got it."
Ding Chunqiu turned over and dismounted, clasped his fists respectfully toward Tan Xin, and said: "Ding Chunqiu, a southern sword cultivator, leads all the brothers and is willing to worship our ancestor as his teacher!"
"oh?"
Tan Xin raised the corner of his mouth and smiled calmly: "I can become a disciple, but can you agree to the conditions? If you become my disciple, are you willing to support me and my corpse with your own flesh and blood?"
This chapter has been completed!