"What is the relationship between you, the Corpse Execution Fairy, and their twelve zodiac signs? And I think Brother Zhang has a very good attitude towards you. Won't this hurt the feelings of the twelve zodiac signs?"
"It's the Twelve Spirits. It's just the twelve zodiac signs. And we are the Twelve Spirits, and they are the corpse-resolving immortals." The mouse leaned on the counter, and Zhang Yao, who was sitting next to him and came to rest, said: "Actually, there is no injury.
Sentimental, this is the Holy Lord. He does not need to make decisions or favoritism. You may not know what role he plays."
"So, isn't this what I'm asking you? After all, most of those corpse decomposing immortals are annoying, and you are a policeman, so won't Brother Zhang help you?"
The mouse chuckled, turned his head and glanced at the Brontosaurus: "You answer, I'll watch TV."
Thunder Dragon, who was wiping cups at the counter, raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhang Yao, and said with disdain: "Look at your pattern. You know that whether it is the Twelve Spirits or the Corpse Executioner, they must act when they see the boss.
Is it the reason for the big gift?"
"I do not know."
"Well, let me tell you this, the Twelve Spirits and the Immortal Corpse Immortal are sworn enemies, because the Twelve Spirits and the Immortal Corpse Immortal belong to different branches of the same school, and they are fighting for orthodoxy. And the Holy Lord is the world's magic, the law
, Tao, and Fang are the co-lords of the four seas. This Lord is not the Lord of the master, but the Lord of the main thing. What is the Lord of the Holy Lord? The Lord is the inheritance, the continuation. For example, two thousand years ago, the Corpse Execution Immortal School won, and then ten
The two spirits were being chased until they could no longer retreat. Then, with a sudden heart, they went to where the Holy Lord was and knelt down before the Holy Lord's seat and said: Holy Lord, I have been defeated."
"Then what?" Zhang Yao asked curiously.
"Then? Then the Holy Lord opened the door and said to the 30,000 soldiers and the wizards and warlocks below the Qinglingzi Gate who were chasing them: Go back, the overall situation has been decided." Thunder Dragon even gestured and said: "Then these tens of thousands of people
No one has the courage to take another step forward. Qin Shihuang only said to the Holy Lord when he came: Please protect my people, the people of Qin, for generations to come."
"What happens after that? The twelve spirits will be fine after that?"
"Of course there are things, but according to the rules, the loser is not allowed to step out of the mountain gate with two armors and pass on with peace of mind." Lei Long smiled and said: "Two armors and one inheritance, you know this. So even if it is Twelve Spirits and Qingling
No matter how fiercely the son fights, it will cause chaos. The Holy Lord cannot be partial to any side. Only impartiality can protect the inheritance. Otherwise, how do you think the five thousand years of civilization has been passed down? Do you think the light of inheritance is only
Magic, magic? The inheritance also includes benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust, gentleness, courtesy, frugality, loyalty, filial piety, courage, respect and honesty."
At this time, Mouse smiled and said: "In our opinion, inheritance is more important than life. Without inheritance, we will not be able to reincarnate and be immortal. This is why Dahuang is an exiled god, and he is bullied by this and that all day long."
At this time, Dahuang, who was eating a canned cat, raised his head: "If you say it again, I will cry for you."
"But... all the zombies are bad people, right? Where does the inheritance come from?"
"Huang Die'er is the Corpse Executioner. You two went shopping yesterday, okay?" Thunder Dragon knocked on the table: "Hua Laozi has 12,000 yuan, what did you buy? She refused to tell me."
"Nothing." Zhang Yao scratched her head: "So she is the Corpse Executor..."
"Yes, Xiao Ma is also a former Corpse Disciple Immortal, Mountain King is also a Corpse Discipline Immortal, Wugen Shui is also a Corpse Discipline Immortal. Sister Dog once..."
Halfway through Thunder Dragon's words, he noticed that Sister Dog's eyes were looking at him sinisterly. He immediately said without saying a word: "The only one with twelve spirits in the whole process is Mouse. I, Hu Niu, the matter of identity transformation is not a big deal.
Qing Lingzi just said that it was a violation of the law at this stage. If the rat catches him, the boss will not stop him, but if one day the corpse dissector comes to find the Holy Master to admit defeat and pass on the inheritance with peace of mind, then the Twelve Spirits cannot pursue it."
"The law...isn't this contempt of the law?"
"It's not that I despise the law. The main reason is that when the law cannot restrain it, we have our own internal restraint system. Of course, Qing Lingzi will still be shot if he is caught." Mouse snorted coldly and said: "But shot
So what, have you seen The Terminator? As long as the inheritance is still there, we will not die and they will not die either. So if I catch Qing Lingzi, I will ban his six senses and lock him in Leifeng Tower.
"
"Ah?" Zhang Yao was stunned: "Leifeng Pagoda?"
"Not necessarily. It could be the Great Baoen Temple or the Big Wild Goose Pagoda." Thunder Dragon nodded and said, "This is called Feng Jue."
"It feels very contradictory..."
"Then what should we do? This is how we have been passed down from generation to generation. At that time, Qing Lingzi and the others were deceived by burning books and entrapping Confucian scholars. Don't you see, they were buried alive for two thousand years and then came back?" Thunder Dragon
He smiled helplessly: "By the way, you are so eager to inquire about the boss. If you are interested in him, just say so. Although you are not worthy of him, you can't give up hope."
"I'm too lazy to care about you."
Zhang Yao turned around and picked up the remote control and started searching for programs out of boredom.
Suddenly, everyone in the room turned their attention to the TV, because it happened to be a Hong Kong program that was interviewing Brother Zhang.
"What's going on?" Brontosaurus stood up and looked at the TV curiously: "What...are you doing, boss?"
"Shh... don't make any noise." Zhang Yao frowned and stopped Thunder Dragon: "He seems to be participating in some competition."
"He's participating in the competition?"
Zhang Yao turned up the volume to the maximum, and the voice of Brother Zhang being interviewed came from the TV. He only heard the reporter asking Brother Zhang: "Are you confident in the next cooking competition? The other person is a close disciple of Zhuang Wenqing."
Brother Zhang smiled and said, "I have already won."
As he spoke, he pointed to the audience. When the camera turned, Xiao Ma was seen holding the reward below, carrying a 100-inch TV behind him and waving to the camera.
Thunder Dragon cursed: "Bad luck."
Then the camera turned back to Brother Zhang, and the reporter asked again: "Then why did you agree to others' request to continue the game when you have already won?"
Brother Zhang spoke more straightforwardly than his Ding Ding, and he said immediately: "Because I can steal my teacher."
"Stealing a master?"
"Yeah." Brother Zhang nodded seriously and said, "I have a restaurant, and I can learn his dishes and sell them back."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the milk tea shop fell over with laughter. Zhang Yao laughed so hard that she banged the table, and even Da Huang was rolling around on the table with laughter.
This sentence immediately blocked the reporters from Hong Kong who were talking thinly, and it was difficult to ask any more questions.
Everyone has made it clear that he went there just to steal a chef, so what else can he say? Moreover, what he said was reasonable and reasonable. Isn’t it a beautiful thing to steal a dish from a famous chef and sell it back?
Next, Brother Zhang's preparations have been completed, and all the valuable materials were displayed in front of the TV one by one.
Zhang Yao pointed at the TV and said: "This hotel has a good layout and good marketing skills. It's amazing."
"Hmm..." Thunder Dragon touched his chin and pondered for a long time: "This idea can be adopted. When the boss comes back, we will also hold a chef competition."
"Stop making noise, let's start!"
Zhang Yao shouted excitedly, and the room fell silent instantly. Everyone watched as Brother Zhang put his hand into the box and slowly took out the name of a dish.
"Welcome Spring Luohan Zhai"
When Brother Zhang pulled out the name of the dish, his expression was clouded. Then he put the paper in the palm of his hand, took out his phone with his right hand and started to look up the recipe.
At this time, the other party's chef had already started making the soup-filled yellow croaker, but Brother Zhang was still looking up the recipe.
The annoying reporter just now came up again, almost taking a close-up of Brother Zhang with a slap in the face, and then asked in a mean tone: "Why don't you start taking action? Do you think it's too easy and there is no challenge?"
"
Brother Zhang shook his head and said in a daze: "I don't know how. I'm looking up the recipe. After saying that, he actually turned the screen of his mobile phone to show the reporter, and it was really the recipe for the Spring Festival Luo Han Zhai."
Not only did the reporter feel like he couldn't ask any more questions after this action, but even Brontosaurus and the others felt quite speechless.
"Hey, hey, hey, this is too honest... It's so embarrassing to do this." Zhang Yao shouted in the room: "Where is face? Doesn't he want face?"
"Brother Zhang is not used to those bad habits." The mouse held a handful of melon seeds and ate them: "It's not like he's been cramming once or twice."
Brother Zhang put his cell phone next to him and was chopping vegetables while watching the video in the recipe. Although he was just improvising, his skill level was far beyond imagination. He didn't even use his eyes to look at the dishes.
Just pick it up and cut it, but you can still cut the dishes beautifully.
At this time, the camera turned again, and Brother Zhang's opponent had already started to feed the yellow croaker soup. It looked really beautiful. The host also praised Peter without hesitation and said what kind of province he was.
The hope of young chefs in Hong Kong and Macao, and he is said to be the most vital young chef god.
Peter was still concentrating on preparing the dishes, but after receiving such a rainbow fart, he lost his composure. He pointed at Brother Zhang and said to reporters: "Go and shoot him. He has already beaten me in two games."
The reporter was speechless at that time, looked back at Brother Zhang, and then continued to focus the camera firmly on Peter.
"Hahahahaha... I'm laughing so hard."
The milk tea shop was full of laughter and laughter at the moment. After all, they knew what it means to be a bad person, and as long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
This is not bad... the famously loud-mouthed host is now being manipulated by a chef to the point where his mentality explodes. The immediate focus of countless people is no longer on the actual dish being cooked, but on the temporary viewer.
What new tricks will there be after the magical chef of the recipe?
"I want to go to the scene!" Brontosaurus said, took off his apron and rushed out of the door.
"I'm going too." Sister Dog followed closely.
At this time, Zhang Yao looked at the mouse blankly, and the mouse ate a melon seed: "Don't look at me, I can't fly."