After practicing for a while and taking a nap for half an hour, Qian Youcai finally gave Ye Changqing the ingredients he needed.

Since the last time Hong Zun spoke, Qian Youcai, the outer deacon, has completely become Ye Changqing's subordinate. Ye Changqing doesn't need to do anything if he needs anything. He just needs to say something and Qian Youcai will take the initiative to deliver it to his door.

Qian Youcai was not dissatisfied with this. He had the same idea as other disciples. As long as Ye Changqing was responsible for cooking, he didn't have to worry about other things.

"Excuse me, Deacon Qian."

After brewing a pot of tea, Ye Changqing smiled as he looked at the fine red-striped pig's trotters that Qian Youcai sent.

"Why are you and I so polite? Are there any new dishes tonight?"

"Well, let's stew pig's trotters."

"I'm here to help."

Qian Youcai's eyes lit up when he heard that there were new dishes to eat in the evening. It was okay to say that he had never tried them, but after tasting Ye Changqing's cooking at noon, Qian Youcai couldn't forget them.

An outside deacon rushed to help, but Ye Changqing had no choice but to let Qian Youcai chop some firewood.

After washing the pig's feet, Ye Changqing started making them.

Because it takes a long time to stew the braised pork trotters to get the flavor, Ye Changqing started busy early in the morning.

First, blanch the pig's trotters in water, boil them, remove the impurities and remove the blood foam, then pour oil into the pot, add rock sugar, and stir-fry over low heat.

Then add various spices, then add appropriate amount of water, bring to a boil over high heat, then turn to low heat and simmer.

As Ye Changqing operated, a scent gradually filled the entire yard, and Qian Youcai on the side made his mouth water from the smell.

"It smells so good."

The fragrance constantly stimulated Qian Youcai's nerves, making him extremely tormented.

"Evergreen boy, that..."

"Not yet, wait a minute."

This guy wanted to eat secretly, but Ye Changqing refused directly. Although Qian Youcai was helpless, there was nothing he could do about it.

I can only try staring at the cauldron that is constantly smelling of aroma, as if I am looking at some rare treasure.

In the yard, Ye Changqing lay lazily on the bamboo chair, while Qian Youcai stayed by the pot and refused to leave.

The afternoon passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was almost lunch time.

After looking at the time, Ye Changqing stood up unhurriedly, went to the pot and opened the lid. Suddenly, the aroma, which was countless times richer than before, hit his face.

Qian Youcai's eyes widened when he smelled the rich aroma.

The next step is to collect the juice in the final step.

On the other side of the area for the outer disciples, the hall was overcrowded because an elder was preaching today.

In the past, every time an elder gave a sermon, it was taken very seriously by the outer disciples.

After all, as an outer disciple, there are not many opportunities like this, and the number of places is limited, so everyone takes it very seriously.

This time was no exception. One afternoon, many outer disciples listened attentively to the lecture.

But as time went by, a small number of disciples gradually began to lose their patience.

I saw only three futons at the back. The three disciples were obviously no longer in the mood to listen to the lecture, and were currently transmitting messages to each other.

"What should I do? It's almost time for dinner."

"Yes, according to the urine of those animals, there will definitely be no food if you go late."

"What should we do? The sermon is not over yet."

"You still want to eat after the sermon is over? Are you dreaming?"

"Damn it, there's less than half an hour left, what should I do?"

"I don't know."

"I don't care about you anymore. I have to leave first and grab a good seat."

The three of them were all a little anxious, and the reason was very simple. Dinner was almost here.

One of the disciples, whose mind was occupied by the stir-fried pork and Mapo Tofu at noon, could not tolerate anything else. Without thinking much, he quietly slipped out of the hall.

When an elder preaches like this, usually if you want to leave, no one will say anything. You just have to make your own decision.

But before, no disciple had ever left in the middle of a sermon.

Just kidding, it is extremely difficult for an outer disciple to get a chance to listen to a sermon, so how could he leave in the middle of the journey?

But now, there is a person walking away under everyone's noses.

In response to this, many disciples present were stunned and looked at this outer disciple, thinking that this guy is not crazy, right?

You know, you have to pay a huge price to get the quota for preaching. This guy just left right away?

However, before everyone could think about it, two more outer disciples stood up and followed this disciple out of the hall.

At this time, even the elder who was preaching was a little strange. What happened to these little bastards?

Was it because I didn’t speak well? Why did everyone leave one by one?

The departure of the three disciples made this elder feel less confident. After all, such a thing had never happened before.

The atmosphere in the hall became a little strange, but the three disciples didn't care at all. After leaving the hall, the three of them did not hesitate at all, and directly used their body and martial arts skills and went straight to the kitchen at the foot of the mountain.

Three figures are chasing each other, while one is running like lightning.

At the same time, scenes like this appeared everywhere on Shenjian Peak. On the top of the mountain, several streams of light passed by, one faster than the other.

Even the handyman disciples were running as fast as they could.

At the same time, at the same place, the army of cooks arrived as scheduled, and Ye Changqing in the kitchen had already prepared dinner.

People coming from different directions met at the door of the kitchen courtyard.

Many disciples looked at each other, and for a moment, flames flew everywhere, and no one was willing to take a step back.

"Hmph, look at my flowing steps."

"It's a small trick, cotton palm."

"What the hell, are you going to do it?"

Some people immediately displayed martial arts skills, while others went even more exaggerated and directly displayed martial arts skills.

Of course, it is not the kind of attack martial arts, but the control type of martial arts.

Temporarily control the opponent's actions so that you can take the first step and grab a good position.

This is also the result of an afternoon of hard thinking. In order to grab a good position, many disciples have evolved again.

Seeing someone taking action, the others were naturally unwilling to be outdone. For a time, various martial arts skills emerged outside the hospital in an endless stream.

The outer sect disciples and the inner sect disciples went completely crazy, which made the servant disciples pitiful.

They are no match for the outer and inner disciples. These handyman disciples can only watch from the sidelines.

"Look at my cotton palm."

"I dodge."

"Want to leave? Have you asked me? Jue Shou, I'll suck it."

"The golden bell."

"Cunbu."

Using various methods, everyone surrounded the door, wanting to be the first to go in. However, at this moment, several figures flashed past, and it was three direct disciples, Lu Youyou, Xu Jie, and Liu Shuang, who arrived.

"Oh no, it's Senior Brother Xu and the others."

An inner disciple recognized the identity of the three people. After hearing this, many disciples locked their eyes on the three people. The next second, someone shouted something.

"Let's take action together to stop them."

After the endless coma, Shi Yu suddenly stood up from the bed.

He took a deep breath of fresh air, his chest trembling.

Confused, confused, and all kinds of emotions came to my mind.

Where is this?

Afterwards, Shi Yu subconsciously looked around and became even more confused.

A single dorm?

Even if he was successfully rescued, he should be in the ward now.

And my own body...how could I not have any injuries at all?

With doubts, Shi Yu's eyes quickly swept across the room, and finally his eyes rested on a mirror beside the bed.

The mirror showed his current appearance. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he looked very handsome.

But the problem is, this is not him!
To be continued...