At the age of twenty-eight, Changming, who was already the master of Jade Emperor Temple, accepted his first disciple.

Jade Emperor Temple is not a big sect, but after Changming took charge of it for a few years, this Taoist temple began to stand out and became famous in the world. Many people came here because of its reputation and wanted to worship, but Changming was disappointed.

I don't care about my eyes, and occasionally I encounter someone with decent qualifications, so I leave it to my junior disciples to train and teach, while I concentrate on practicing on the great road, trying to spend my lifetime to get a glimpse of the mysteries of the way of heaven.

At that time, Yun Weisi was just a fifteen-year-old boy.

He saved a life from the misfortune of having his whole family beheaded, but was kicked out of the family again, became homeless, and had a home all over the world. All the fine clothes, fine clothes, fine food, poetry, books, and etiquette had become a thing of the past. Many sects refused to take him in because of his sensitive status, and some sects refused to accept him.

Seeing that his bones were flat and his internal organs were damaged, there was no way he would expend great efforts to reshape his bones for a stranger.

Only Jade Emperor Temple accepted him.

At first, Chang Ming didn't notice this inconspicuous Shaohuo disciple.

Until one day, the sect steward arranged morning lessons for all the handyman disciples, asking them to carve patterns on cooked rice grains.

Carving words on rice grains is a test of skill. The cooked rice will be fluffy and soft, and it is almost impossible to complete. Many students gave up halfway, complaining about the difficult management. There were also some who submitted unsatisfactory works, and some of them persisted for two or three times.

The sky is also carved with simple patterns, which is surprising.

Only Yun Weisi spent three months carving rice in the dead of night every day under the moonlight.

By chance, Chang Ming discovered that he had placed the carved rice in a bowl and preserved it with the Ice Art. For three months, the rice sculptures were in disarray from the beginning, but later they were able to carve out the shape of the rice.

Mangosteen forest.

The carving is ordinary or even crude, but the resilience is rare.

Chang Ming was interested in accepting a disciple, and Yun Weisi lived up to his expectations, completing several tests one after another, and finally became Chang Ming's first disciple.

Except for Yun Weisi, Changming did not accept any other disciples during his years at Yuhuangguan. Until he left Yuhuangguan and established another sect, he even became the number one disciple in the world. As his eldest disciple, Yun Wei

Si also rose to fame, especially when he single-handedly killed the Snow Mountain Demonic Dragon and defeated the Ghost King. Yun Weisi's reputation finally broke away from his master and became as thunderous as thunder, shocking the world.

Later, the master and apprentice turned against each other.

All the old friendships were wiped out and no longer existed.

Yun Weisi publicly declared that he would hunt down his master, and led dozens of famous monks from the Taoist sect to encircle and suppress Chang Ming. Although he returned in vain in the end, everyone in the world knew that the discord between master and disciple had reached the point where the disciple would not hesitate to disobey the rebel.

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Naturally, at that time, although Chang Ming was known as the best person in the world, his reputation was not much better. Many people even secretly gloated about his misfortune, waiting to see him die tragically under the sword of his apprentice, but they did not dare to say it in front of him.

, Changming has always gone his own way and never takes these things seriously.

Even after so many years, even if the memory is confused and missing, Chang Ming still remembers Yun Weisi's appearance when he was fifteen years old——

It overlaps seamlessly with the young man in front of me who is being chased in a panic.

Is it a coincidence?

Or is there another secret?

According to what He Xiyun said, Yun Weisi should still be alive, and is already the Lord of the Nine Layers Abyss. His majestic power is unmatched by anyone, and there is no way he could turn back to fifteen years old and be hunted down and end up like this.

Is it possible that this young man is related to Yun Weisi?

Chang Ming frowned.

Before he could ask, three or four people jumped out of the bamboo forest.

The opponent was holding a wooden stick in his hand, and judging from his appearance, he must be an outer disciple.

It's menacing and has no good intentions.

"Drag him away!"

They didn't even look at Chang Ming, obviously they didn't take him seriously.

The young man thought he was exhausted, so they roughly picked up a puddle of mud and dragged it deep into the bamboo forest.

The leading disciple sneered as he walked.

"If I ask you to stare at Junior Sister Bixin again, I will definitely pluck out your eyeballs this time!"

"No, this guy is sneaking around every day. He should be driven off the mountain a long time ago! If you are a kind man, let us help teach him a lesson!"

Several people left quickly.

There is no hindrance in Chang Ming.

He was silent for a moment, then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and popped it out gently.

The piece of paper went away with the wind and slipped silently into the bamboo forest.

A moment later, screams rang out from the direction of the bamboo forest.

Wails and calls for help came one after another, but Chang Ming ignored them. He bent down and used a bamboo shoot knife to cut off the bamboo shoots and threw them into the bamboo basket. Until the young man ran out of the forest quickly, rushed in front of him, suddenly knelt down, and bang bang bang bang.

After three ringings, he immediately got up and ran away, quickly disappearing in the dusk of the evening.

Chang Ming didn't take it seriously. Those disciples had long been chased by the paper tiger and flew in the opposite direction. Even if they turned back, it would be impossible to guess that he had let them go.

Slowly harvesting a basket full of bamboo shoots, Chang Ming returned to the outer door kitchen and began to help Chef He prepare dinner.

In fact, Chef He had almost done the cooking already, so he didn't need any help. When Changming returned, he was just in time to have four hot dishes and one soup.

It was really luxurious for two people to eat this dish, but no one could say anything about his immediate boss, Chef He.

"Come here, try my new dish, fresh bamboo shoots and fish fillets!" Chef He asked him to sit down, "Let's have a drink together, tsk, we'll be happy tonight!"

Chang Ming sat down in response, picked up the food with his chopsticks, and followed the good deeds.

"How's it going?" Chef He stretched his neck.

"The bamboo shoots are crispy and the fish is tender. The seasoning is the core of the whole dish. Without the seasoning, these two items alone are not enough." Chang Ming commented.

"I knew you understood me!" Chef He slapped his thigh. "Sir, this seasoning is my exclusive secret recipe. It took me a whole month to figure it out. I can guarantee that you will never find it anywhere else.

The second one is exactly the same!”

Chang Ming also thought it was good and picked up chopsticks one after another.

"If there is any fairy chef competition, if nothing else, I guarantee that you will be in the top three."

Chef He laughed: "Not only the top three, the leader must be me!"

After saying that, he sighed: "What a pity. People in the world only know about fame, wealth and martial arts. Why do they pay attention to cooking? In their view, this is a dirty job."

Chang Ming used his chopsticks to empty his plate and said, "If you continue to regret the spring and autumn, I will eat them all."

There were only a few dishes in the half-bowl of rice, and most of it was eaten up by him in an instant.

Only then did Chef He react, and the two of them swept away the remaining clouds.

Unlike in person, the two get along very casually in private.

Chang Ming is both capable of working and willing to listen to chatter, and can also provide feasible suggestions for his new dishes. He is like a confidant to Chef He, who is countless times better than those chattering outer disciples who are less skilled than others.

"Old He, I heard that Jianxue Sect has a close relationship with our sect. So this time the sect is very happy and the leader of Jianxue Sect will also come in person?"

Chef He shook his head: "Don't mention this outside. It's taboo."

Chang Ming: "I saw it, but I never mentioned it."

He stayed at Qixianmen for so many days, keeping secrets about meeting the Blood Sect from top to bottom.

"Back then, when I saw that the Blood Sect was powerful and the Qixian Sect was weak, I had to succumb to it. However, the leader really felt humiliated by this matter and did not allow anyone to mention it within the sect. Now Master Liu is overjoyed and he will definitely give him blood."

The sect master sent the invitation. But the sect master himself will definitely not come, it should be his close associates who will come."

Having said this, Chef He looked worried.

"What I'm worried about is that the Blood Sect will come to cause trouble on Master Liu's happy day."

Chang Ming raised his eyebrows: "No, how can he win over people's hearts?"

Chef He smiled bitterly: "Why does he want to win people's hearts? As long as the power of the Blood Sect is still there and the Seven-Xian Sect does not produce a master more powerful than Zhou Ke, there will be no way to break the Blood Sect's palm. Although Master Liu has extraordinary talents,

"Fine, but I have only been practicing for more than ten years now, how can I compare with demons like Zhou Ken?"

Chang Ming: "Hasn't the Qixian Sect surrendered to the Jianxue Sect?"

Chef He: "It is said that Zhou Ke is practicing an evil skill, which requires him to suck human blood and essence from time to time every few months, and ordinary people still look down on him. He has to be dignified and beautiful. He used to be a few vassal sects.

We take turns to pay tribute. When it was our turn last time, a traitor who killed our brothers was presented to us by the leader. I don’t know who it will be this time... Hey, it’s not our turn to worry about these things. Let’s do it honestly.

Just make the food ready!”

After chatting for a while and drinking a few glasses of wine, Chef He was finally satisfied and went to rest.

Changming took the dishes to the kitchen and cleaned them up.

It was a quiet night, with only the lonely moon.

He was absentmindedly washing the dishes while thinking about his Sifei Sword.

With this sword, he might be able to find an opportunity to recover his body and cultivation as soon as possible, but where the sword ended up, whether it was in the hands of Yun Weisi or Zhou Ke, Chang Ming couldn't remember.

Should I go to see the Blood Sect to find out?

Zhou Ke had a hobby of collecting famous utensils in the past. If he saw Sifei Sword, he would definitely not let it go. Maybe it was with him.
To be continued...