The two immortal masters who had a dispute were a man and a woman who walked down from the clouds.

In addition to the head, this was the first time Huang Yaoqian had seen other immortal masters from Gu Que Sect, and he couldn't help but cheer up and take a closer look.

I saw a woman walking down from the pink clouds, wearing a plain long dress with flowers, long hair and a headband woven by wild flowers on her head. Although her appearance is not beautiful, her gentle smile makes people feel very comfortable, and she looks like a fairy among flowers.

Walking down from the dark brown clouds was a strong man with bronze skin, his eyes were like copper bells, and he was powerful without anger. His arms were naked, revealing his strong muscle lines, and his forearms and palms were wrapped in coarse cloth belts, full of power. While walking, the air around him seemed to be constantly shaking.

Ding Ling followed the fairy flower and looked at the Yellow Badger angrily.

"Are you a new disciple who uses spiritual birds to cook?" The woman like a flower fairy spoke with a gentle voice, "Don't do this in the future. Remember, spiritual beasts are partners, not food."

Before the yellow badger could speak, the bronze strong man spoke.

"No, no." He shook his head with a smile, "Junior Sister Baihua, the spirit beasts you subdued are fed day and night, and fighting together, that is your partner. If it is an unsubdued spirit beast, what is the difference between it and ordinary animals? It is not impossible to use it occasionally to satisfy the desire for your mouth..."

As he said that, he licked his lips, as if he was savoring something, and a hint of intoxication appeared on his face.

The fairy flower frowned slightly and said softly: "Brother Zong, we, the cultivators, can naturally fast the valley after practicing to the depths. I really don't understand why you value your desires so much."

"Hahaha, Junior Sister Baihua is joking." The bronze-colored man laughed loudly, "You don't know, I'm the master of practicing the body! As the saying goes, you never get tired of eating, and never get tired of fine meat. You have to rely on food to nourish your body. Even if you practice to a higher level, you can't fast..."

"Brother Zong, only by having few desires can we clear our minds! We cultivators should eat less meat and avoid distracting thoughts, so that we can achieve success in fairy arts." The flower fairy insisted on their own opinions.

"Refining your body can help you practice. I think the disciples should eat more meat, and practice will naturally be smooth when they are well." The bronze-colored man said with a glaring eyes.

"It's over, these two masters are fighting again..." Some senior old disciples who have been learning for a long time have supported their foreheads.

This is a very common phenomenon.

In Guque Sect, there are countless immortal masters, and even senior old disciples cannot tell how many, because one day an immortal master who returns from the clouds or goes out of seclusion will appear... The immortal masters take turns preaching under the Tongtian Tree, and the disciples can listen at will, but the ideas between the immortal masters are not exactly the same!

There are often situations where the concepts of immortal masters are different or even completely contradictory. But this is also encouraged by Gu Que Sect. As the saying goes, there are thousands of great ways, no order. You can listen to a hundred immortal masters preaching in a wild place, but perhaps only one of them will give you an epiphany, or magic, sword techniques, or formations, or alchemy...

Except for the most basic "Gu Que Eight Spirits Achievement", the sect does not restrict the cultivation path of any disciple.

When cultivating immortals, we should pay attention to the law of fate, listen to it in a variety of ways, and practice it according to the circumstances.

But then again, the two immortal masters in front of me are the most frequently arguing with each other, but their relationship is very good and almost ambiguous. Countless disciples have been curious about what the relationship between these two masters is...

On the other side, neither of the two immortal masters could convince each other. The bronze strong man was not good at speaking. He glared for a long time, then suddenly snorted and waved at the Yellow Badger!

call.

A large pot of fried chicken in the yellow badger's hand flew directly into his hands.

The bronze strong man held the basin and grabbed a piece of fried chicken with his big hand. He bit off half of it in one click. He chewed it in front of the flower fairy. While chewing, he threw a demonstrative look at the flower fairy.

But then his face froze and he looked at the fried chicken in his hand in disbelief.

"Why is it so delicious!" he murmured to himself, "It's better than the spiritual chicken I roasted myself! Well... it's still that familiar warm current, so I feel so comfortable all over. It's worthy of being a spiritual chicken containing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth..."

He just held the basin and ate it voraciously.

Many old disciples who like to eat and suck the original chicken were so envious that they secretly swallowed their saliva.

The fairy flower gritted her teeth in anger, and her body was trembling with flowers.

"Okay." At this moment, a sound finally came from the only white cloud left in the sky.

Upon hearing this sound, the old disciples took a breath, jumped up from the chair, bowed together, and said to the sky: "Greetings to the head of the sect!"

The flower fairy also bowed slightly.

The bronze strong man quickly swallowed the fried chicken in his mouth and lowered his head slightly to listen.

Huang Yao was shocked. He wondered why a small fried chicken attracted the head of the sect?! He still clearly remembered that the head of the sect was so scared that he could not help but lower his head and became frightened.

"What the two immortal masters say makes sense, so there is no need to fight." The old voice said, "My Gu Que Sect does not restrict the disciple's path. Eating or not eating is their own choice. The sect will not interfere... However, the sect's spirit beast garden is prepared to select spiritual beasts for disciples, and should not be hunted at will."

"Huang Huan, the new disciple of the kitchen." The old voice called out.

"Disciple is..." Brother Badger shivered and hurriedly said.

"I remember that you were the first to enter the sect and the Spirit Beast Garden did not clearly define this rule before, so I will not punish you this time. But remember that you must not catch the spirit chickens in the Spirit Beast Garden again."

"Yes, yes, yes, I won't catch it anymore, I won't catch it again." The yellow badger nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice.

"I dare to ask the leader, these fried chickens today..." Suddenly, a bold old disciple asked pitifully.

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Bai Yun was speechless for a while and said for a while: "This is only once, I won't be the case."

"Yeah!" A group of old disciples jumped up without any scruples, and rushed to the kitchen like a swarm...

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After lunch, a piece of fried chicken triggered a dispute between the immortal masters. The fact that the head of the sect came forward to mediate spread throughout the sect. The reputation of the original flavored chicken in his hand reached unprecedentedly and was extremely popular.

Unfortunately, Brother Badger really has no raw materials this time.

Ordinary chickens can't be delivered tomorrow, and the spirit chickens cannot be caught. Brother Badger is really out of his way. After thinking about it, he simply left the kitchen and went down the mountain.

He wanted to find a secluded place, call Xiao Jin down from the sky, and planned to send the latest situation to the Snake Queen.

Dining room.

A group of new students from the kitchen led by the little fat man were troubled by a new trouble.

They hid all the chickens in the chicken coop. Because they hid them in a hurry, they only focused on sealing and sound insulation, but forgot to leave a breathable hole... After holding it in for a whole morning, when they checked again, they were already half dead!

After the dead chicken is left for a long time, the body will definitely smell bad. In desperation, I had to find a place to bury it.

"Wait! I have an idea!" The new disciples were about to carry the dead chicken away, but the fat man suddenly slapped his butt and screamed, "You think, the yellow badger can't make original sucking chicken now, but we can! Seeing that he has made it for so many days, and I tasted one at noon, it doesn't feel very difficult. I feel like I can imitate it!"

"Really?" The new disciples in the kitchen lit up.
Chapter completed!