Simply cutting the mutton into pieces, piercing it on iron tongs and grilling it over fire is actually not delicious. The large carbon dust brought up by the thick smoke will cover the meat and produce a bitter fire. The uneven temperature of the flame will also make the meat taste delicious.

The degree of rawness and doneness of the meat are very different, so when it comes to grilled skewers, in addition to the freshness of the meat, the key is to roast it slowly over a charcoal fire.

But it’s okay. Chang Xiaochi bought them all kinds of Western spices that are worth their weight in gold. After mixing them together, it’s not a problem to eat them. Especially when paired with a jar of good Huadiao and unpalatable meat skewers.

It also turned into a nice delicacy.

The full moon means reunion, and the moon that is about to be full above the head is just like what is written in the Double Ninth Festival poem, "Putting dogwood everywhere is missing one person." The Huashan sect is no longer the world-famous sect, Feng Yang

In the past few days, I went to the capital to inquire, and found out that the hozens were scattered when the trees fell down. Now there are less than a hundred people on Huashan Mountain, and they are barely maintained by my senior brother Han Song.

Feng Yang was determined to go back and help Han Song regain the reputation of Huashan, but before leaving, he was stopped by Chang Xiaochi.

"The prosperity of your Huashan sect is due to Genghis Khan. Now it is declining. Firstly, you yourself are inexplicably engaging in sword fights. Secondly, Xu Bao wants to suppress those famous sects in the world who think they are superior. You

The Huashan Sect is naturally the first to bear the brunt. Didn’t you realize that Emei is now less powerful than before? Shaolin and Wudang are still the same.

If you want to go back to Huashan to have a look or something, I won’t stop you, but if you want to revive Huashan, that’s a joke. One more of you is not more, and one less of you is not much. What’s the use of going back? I really want to revive Huashan.

You have to learn from the Qingcheng School.

not understand?

What was the Qingcheng Sect like in the past? They weren’t even worthy of carrying your Huashan shoes. They could only cling to the thighs of those nuns in Emei to get benefits. But now? It’s definitely not better than Shaolin Wudang, but it’s not much different from Emei, right? You know.

why?"

Of course we know the reason, because of Su Hexing.

Su Hexing is one of the five directors of the Dongchang. Because of his reputation, the local government stands behind the Qingcheng faction. The Dongchang's repeated suppression of various factions also excludes the Qingcheng faction. One will eliminate the other.

After a long time, everyone in the world knew that the Qingcheng faction had the imperial court as its backer. Although they didn't know why, the momentum suddenly grew.

When it comes to making a living in the world of martial arts, fame is everything.

Feng Yang also knew what Chang Xiaochi meant when he said this to him, but...he really couldn't do it. The sword in his hand was the Sword of the Benevolent, which would not kill innocent people, while the sword in Xu Bao's hand was the Sword of the Mighty.

, Shunchang was defeated. If he was asked to work under Xu Bao, he could be shameless, but he could not be without conscience.

Just like that, Dongchang doesn’t want people with conscience.

"Actually, you can consider Chang Xiaochi's suggestion." Inoue Shiraishi patted Yan Yuewei's wrist as she secretly picked up the wine bowl, and then handed a handful of black meat skewers to Feng Yang: "No Xu Bao

Huashan’s help is not enough.”

It had been five or six years since I came to Ming Dynasty, but Inoue Shiraishi's Chinese still had a stiff flavor and the sentence fragmentation was weird, but it didn't affect communication at all.

"I can't do it." Feng Yang picked up the wine jar and took another big sip: "How do you feel when you kill someone?"

Inoue Shiraishi looked at Feng Yang: "I don't feel anything."

"Ever killed a woman?"

"Killed."

"Ever killed a child?"

Inoue Shiraishi's eyes flickered, and he neither said that he had killed nor that he would not kill. He only said coldly: "We have no right to choose."

"Maybe." Feng Yang raised his hand and stroked Yan Yuewei's hair and said inexplicably: "When you grow up, you should find a husband you like and who also likes you and live a good life and stay together for the rest of your life. Only then will you be happy.

"

"I don't want it!" Yan Yuewei snorted and raised her chin: "In the future, I will be a powerful martial arts overlord."

"The overlord of the martial arts world?" Feng Yang was stunned: "Why not the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

"Because the alliance leaders compete with the sects, and the overlord relies on himself."

"That's not right." Feng Yang frowned and said, "Not all martial arts leaders in the past came from famous sects. There were also some who came from just their own martial arts and fame..."

"But such an alliance leader is just a puppet of each sect and has no real power." After a breeze, Xu Bao's figure suddenly appeared beside the bonfire, coming and going suddenly, like a ghost.

"Brother Bao~" Yan Yuewei happily came over and hugged Xu Bao's thigh, looking up and smiling sweetly.

Yan Yuewei actually didn't have much contact with Xu Bao, but she seemed to be very close to Xu Bao by nature. As for the reason... she must have some agenda.

"Be good." Xu Bao patted Yan Yuewei's head and looked at Feng Yang: "Want to revive Huashan?"

Feng Yang was silent for a moment and nodded: "I think."

"Our family can help you." Xu Bao usually refers to himself as "I" to those close to him. A "my family" can obviously feel his alienation from Feng Yang.

"I will not help you kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"We don't lack a man with a knife like you." Xu Bao replied coldly: "Help us find something. As long as we find it, even if it's just a definite clue, our family will help you revive Huashan."

.”

"Something?" Feng Yang looked at Xu Bao doubtfully: "What is it?"

"A jade handle." Xu Bao raised his hand to take a picture of a dead branch on the ground, and drew a few strokes on the ground to outline the shape of a toad: "The size of a fist, with red eyes and a white body. This thing

It may be in your Huashan. If it is there, find it and give it to our family. If it is not there, you can also give our family a clue."

"This thing..." Feng Yang frowned. This expression was definitely not memorizing graphics, but recalling: "Ah!"

"Seen?"

Feng Yang nodded hesitantly: "When I was young..." He paused, as if he was considering whether to tell the fragments of memories. Xu Bao did not rush him, because Zhu Ni Bingchan was not necessary for Xu Bao.

, but for Feng Yang, it was the life-saving straw of the Huashan Sect.

"When I was young, my master often took me with him. Once he was practicing in a cave at Siguo Cliff and left me to play outside the cave. Then I fell asleep without knowing it, and when I woke up it was already late.

...I don’t know why Master didn’t wake me up, so I went into the cave to find him...

There was no light in the cave, so I shouted several times but got no response. I accidentally fell into a deep pit and hit my head. In my daze, I seemed to see a jade stone as big as a fist. I don't remember whether it looked like this, but

It does seem like there are two red dots...
Chapter completed!