Yan Xi was very lucky. Half an hour after he came out, he saw a yellow sheep grazing in the mountains. Although he didn't know whether this breed from another world was suitable for roasting and boiling, he still pulled out his gun and shot the yellow sheep with one shot.
The sheep was killed.
He used Qinggong to pick up the yellow sheep and carried it back to the cave. He built a fire on the spot, set up a big pot, filled it with mountain spring water, and threw in a piece of hot pot base bought in the supermarket, including green onion and ginger.
Dates, etc.
The hot pot base is made from butter, with countless spices added. Regardless of whether it is healthy or not, with or without additives, the taste is still very fragrant.
Yan Xi washed a nearby bluestone and used it as a cutting board. He cut the yellow sheep into pieces and made a large pot of mutton. As for the mutton bones, he roasted them by the fire.
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Before Yan Xi could prepare the dipping sauce, Yan Po and Liang Mengxia couldn't hold it anymore and were attracted by the aroma.
Yan Po saw Yan Xi busy and couldn't help but give him a lesson: "How can a monk be so greedy for food and drink, just one meal, and make it so luxurious!"
Yan Xi thought to himself: "Is it luxurious to have a hot pot and roast some lamb bones? Master Yan Po is really ignorant." He dared to think this in his heart, but of course he did not dare to say it with his mouth. Instead, he said with a smile: "If this disciple is alone
, just eat some noodles. But the teacher has just recovered from his serious injury, so he must eat some meat."
"With the usual method, the meat is not tender enough and the nutrients are not absorbed enough, so the disciple spent some effort, not just for the sake of good taste."
"Master, you and the teacher have come out, and the water has just boiled. Come and eat while it's hot."
Although Yan Po reprimanded Yan Xi, he still liked his "disciple" very much in his heart. He sat down and took the small bowl of dipping sauce. He picked up a chopstick of mutton and ate it in his mouth. There was a dull expression on his face.
Mild color.
Liang Mengxia also took the small bowl of dipping sauce. The sauce Yan Xi prepared for him was different. He felt that the teacher should sweat more and detoxify and nourish the skin, so he added more spicy flavor.
Liang Mengxia dipped a chopstick into the mutton, ate it in her mouth, took two breaths, and felt so good again.
Hot pot is a convenient and simple way to eat. There are actually restaurants in Jiayinjie, but first of all, they can't serve it on the table. Secondly, there's not so much attention to it. No cook knows how to cook the base of the pot, and no one can think of dipping ingredients. It's just clear soup.
, add some salt to taste.
Wherever there is China, hot pot can be divided into four or five schools. The hot pot in Sichuan is different from the hot pot in Chongqing, and the hot pot in Guangzhou is different from that in Northeast China.
Seeing how happy his master and teacher were eating, Yan Xi also made a bowl of dipping sauce for himself. He ate lightly, just lemon, light salt soy sauce, and a little spicy millet for flavor.
The three of them ate happily, and Yan Po was a serious swordsman. He was brave and had no scruples, but the taste spread more and more every month, attracting a monster.
Juyu Mountain has a long mountain range. Although there are Yi people, Ba people, Bu people, Daoluo people, Bajia people, Awu people, Shansu people, Menghua people, Muli people and other mountain people, there are also Gun people who have settled here.
There are people, but most of them are outside the mountains, or close to the mountains.
The deep mountains and old forests are still inaccessible to people. Even the herb collectors who have lived in the mountains for generations do not dare to go deep into Juyu Mountain.
Donggu Village can be regarded as one of the innermost villages in the mountains. This is because Grandma Jin Gu is in charge, and only in the depths can there be good medicinal fields.
Yan Po can enter and leave Qingming, fly to the sky and escape from the earth, so he naturally has no scruples like ordinary people. In fact, the cave where he temporarily settled down is inaccessible to ordinary martial arts masters, so he can only enter and exit in the air.
There is a demon ghost nearby who has been cultivating for many years!
This creature is naturally ferocious and murderous, and often kills wild beasts for fun in the mountains and forests.
Its sense of smell was extremely keen, and it could smell a strange fragrance from miles away. It rushed over quietly and saw a large pot of delicious food and three living flesh and blood humans.
This monster was salivating. It touched something nearby, shouted loudly, and jumped out.
Although Liang Mengxia had renovated his skills and could no longer control the flying sword, he had already noticed that there was a monster coming nearby, and when Yan Po ignored him, he did not say a word.
Yan Xi was really unaware. He was eating happily, and when he heard the roar, he wanted to draw his gun, but there was no time?
Yan Po stretched out his hand, without using flying swords or spells. Countless cracks suddenly appeared on the monster's body, and it was chopped into a pile of minced meat by the invisible sword energy.
Yan Xi put down the small bowl of dipping sauce and walked over. He was very sorry and thought to himself: "What a pity. At least hundreds of time and space powers."
He buried the monster on the spot and then came back. Seeing that Yan Po didn't mention it, he didn't say much and continued to eat and drink.
Yan Xi had already replenished the drinks and handed a few bottles of Erguotou to Yan Po and Liang Mengxia. Although Liang Mengxia was not good at wine, she still drank it deliciously, and Yan Po drank a lot. He drank seven or eight bottles in a row, but his expression remained unchanged.
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Yan Po patted his stomach and felt that he was seven to eight full, and then he said: "I am a swordsman who occasionally haunts the old forests in the mountains, and often encounters such monsters and ghosts of unknown origin."
"This thing is pickled and has no abilities. However, it has a long history of more than half a year and lives for hundreds of years. Ordinary warriors cannot handle it."
"I happen to have a magic weapon that I stole from a monk from a side sect. It's not very powerful, but it's enough to deal with these monsters. Woyun will be able to recover his power in a few more years, and he doesn't need it anymore, so I'll give it to you!"
Yan Po took something that looked like an earthen pot, which was black and not good-looking. He handed it to Yan Xi and gave him a magic formula.
As long as you rub this side magic weapon a few times and recite the incantation, countless fists will fly out and strike the enemy.
Yan Xi followed Yan Po's instructions, rubbed it for a while, and chanted a spell, and sure enough, dozens of fists flew out.
The power of these fists is similar to that of ordinary people, slightly stronger, but not too lethal. But they can fly all over the sky without dragging them down, and they are extremely difficult to be hurt.
He looked at it dumbfounded and thought to himself: "I saw this thing in folklore when I was a child, but I didn't expect it to be produced in Jiayinjie."
Yan Po said: "The power of this thing is extremely weak, but even if you are a first-class demon and ghost, you will not be able to bear it after being beaten by dozens of fists for half a day."
"Baby Niu, you also have martial arts skills. Use this weapon to contain demons and ghosts, and you will be invincible."
This magic weapon is indeed of no use. Even if Yan Xi encounters it, the person who uses this earthen jar will bear dozens of punches and kicks, go up and kill the person who controls the earthen jar, and the situation will be solved. But when dealing with monsters with very low intelligence,
, this thing is indeed a sharp tool.
Yan Xi collected the earthen jar and heard a clear voice shouting: "Senior brother Yan Po, you are deceiving your disciples with a broken earthen jar, you are not a son of a man."
With the sound of the strong wind, seven or eight young men and women fell from the sky. Seeing that the master's face was as usual, Yan Xi knew that he was an acquaintance and hurriedly prepared a few more sets of bowls and chopsticks.