There are eight female disciples of Master Yi Chan: the eldest disciple Wu Yingqi, the second disciple Yu Qingchan, the third disciple Peng Minmin, the fourth disciple Xu Yanzhi, the fifth and sixth disciples are sisters, named Zhou Qifang, Zhou Qiyun, the seventh disciple Huang Yaner, and the youngest
One of his apprentices was named Yan Yu.
The ones left on the mountain now are the eldest disciple Wu Yingqi, the third disciple Peng Minmin, and the youngest disciple Yan Yu.
Wu Yingqi studied swordsmanship with Zen Master Yi for the longest time, but she did not have a good sword. She only cultivated an ancient sword.
Because they had met him last time, Wu Yingqi had a good impression of Yan Xi, so she personally took him around Yichan Nunnery and introduced various places.
This was Yan Xi's first time visiting a nunnery. He remembered the plain noodles at Jiming Temple, so he wandered around the dining room for a while.
Wu Yingqi thought he was hungry, and thought to herself: "Uncle Yunxiao has not been practicing Taoism for a long time, I'm afraid he still can't cut off the cooking fire in the world." He smiled and said: "Why don't I give him a bowl of noodles?"
Yan Xi perked up slightly and said, "That's fine!"
Wu Yingqi immediately became busy.
Ten minutes later, Yan Xi looked at the bowl of clear soup noodles that was served, and took a mouthful without giving up. The taste was bland. It was boiled in plain water without adding any oil or salt. It was probably similar to instant noodles without the seasoning packet.
Wu Yingqi rolled up her sleeves, revealing her bright wrists, and said with a smile: "If it's not enough, I can give my uncle another bowl."
Yan Xi was shocked and thought to himself: "It's such an unpalatable thing. Don't ask for another bowl. I can't even eat this bowl!"
When he saw Peng Minmin and Yan Yu staring at the bowl of noodles with wild eyes, he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart and said, "I'm afraid you two master nieces are also hungry, so why don't you eat first." The two girls usually lived in poverty, but they also wanted to eat rice.
, quite greedy, but how could he compete with Yan Xi for food? They all refused.
Yanyu said softly: "Uncle, it's better to eat. We want to live without food and cannot eat anything."
Yan Xi smiled and said: "Don't worry, I have a method, which is a cheap method I learned. I can make a bowl of noodles in an instant. I will make a few bowls and we can eat them together."
Peng Minmin was a little curious and asked: "What method can make a bowl of noodles in an instant? I want to see it."
Even the senior sister Wu Yingqi was a little curious and did not stop Yan Xi.
Yan Xi took out the pot of boiling water that Wu Yingqi had used to cook noodles, took out five packages of golden soup beef noodles, tore open the package, put the noodles together with the seasonings, put the noodles into the boiling water and twisted them to loosen them, and then
He picked up a few pairs of disposable chopsticks and distributed them to the three women, and said with a smile: "This is ready to eat."
Wu Yingqi didn't believe it, so she took a small bowl, filled half of it, took a bite, her eyes widened slightly, and said: "How can noodles with clear soup also taste like meat?"
Yan Xi suddenly remembered that the eight female disciples of a Zen master, although they had dark hair and looked like ordinary women, were all nuns practicing with their hair.
The manufacturer of instant noodles, or...may only use one cow a year, but it must be meaty.
She couldn't help but feel slightly shy, but she didn't dare to explain. She looked at Peng Minmin and Yan Yu, who also took out bowls and started eating. They could only close their eyes and recite for the three girls: "The Buddha has passed this in his heart!"
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"Monks, don't stick to these little details."
He secretly put the bowl of clear soup noodles into a plastic bag, tied it tightly, and hid it in a small black bag. After traveling back to modern society, he quietly threw it away.
The three sisters ate up the pot of instant noodles in an instant. Wu Yingqi then remembered that Yan Xi hadn't eaten yet. In a blink of an eye, she saw that only an empty bowl of plain noodles was left. She felt a little comforted and thought to herself.
: "Uncle Master is not hungry either."
After this meal, the three female disciples of Zen Master Tai became slightly closer to Yan Xi, the junior master uncle.
Wu Yingqi practiced hard and took Yan Xi around for a while before going to meditate. However, Peng Minmin and Yan Yu were very curious and pestered Yan Xi to ask him how to become a disciple of Na Yunsou?
This is a question of Yan Xi's skill. He added 100,000 words of original details about how he became a disciple, and told a story so bizarre that the two girls couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
Yan Xi took the opportunity to ask about the flying swords of the two ancient immortals in Huangyan Mountain. Although he was not greedy for treasures, he was still very curious and wanted to collect some first-hand information for his next fairy novel.
Yanyu was lively and said with a smile: "There are hundreds of Xuanzongs in the world, and there are more than ten of them who are the most famous for the flying swords made by each sect."
"There is a good senior named Yan Xuanji! He divided the immortal swords from the nine major swordsman sects and the flying swords from the left side sect into two lists. Later, they were supplemented by others and became the current top ten immortal swords and the top ten evil weapons.
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"The two flying swords of Huangyan Mountain are among the top ten immortal swords. However, because they are a pair, they only occupy one place, one is Kongshan, and the other is Bihai. Together, there is a poem called: Kongshan Yunguang, Bihai Sword Qi
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"What is hidden on Huangyan Mountain is the twin swords of mountain and sea!"
As a time traveler, Yan Xi has only been a disciple for a short time. He has never heard of the names of the Ten Immortal Swords and the Ten Evil Soldiers. He has never heard of the Double Swords of Mountains and Seas, but he has just heard of Yan Xuanji.
Due to his reputation, he couldn't help but ask: "Is Yan Xuanji famous?"
Even Peng Minmin was shocked by this sentence and asked: "You don't even know the secret of the banquet?"
Yan Xi laughed sarcastically and said, "I became a disciple not long ago. Before that, I was just a commoner. I have never even heard of one or two ordinary swordsmen. How could I have heard of such an extravagant reputation?"
Peng Minmin said: "Yan Xuanji is the second generation senior brother of Yuxian Sect. He is known as a genius since he entered Taoism. He was once as famous as our Senior Uncle Sun Youyue."
Yan Xi asked: "What happened next?"
Both Peng Minmin and Yan Yu had strange expressions on their faces. Both women lowered their voices and said, "Yan Xuanji has been in Taoism for a hundred years, and his swordsmanship surpasses that of the master of the Yuxian Sect."
"The Xuanyin Sect, which was also the top sect back then, was killed by the senior leader with a sword because the third generation leader provoked him. The Xuanyin Sect's inheritance was wiped out, leaving this sect no longer in the world."
"Although Master Sun Youyue has a great reputation, every time someone mentions the fact that he was paired with Master Yan Xuanji back then, he suspects that someone wants to humiliate him. Anyone who mentions this matter will make Master Sun Youyue very unhappy.
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Yan Xi was silent for a moment and said, "Well, there really is such a person. If someone mentions him in front of me, I feel humiliated."
He suddenly felt some sympathy for Sun Youyue, a senior.
Because of the name Yan Xuanji, the chat between the three of them came to a standstill. In order to liven up the atmosphere, Yan Xi gave each of the two girls a lollipop.
When the two little fairies held lollipops in their mouths, the atmosphere suddenly became warmer.
Yan Xi was embarrassed to bring up the banquet mystery again. After all, Yi Zen Master Tai was also a member of Baidi Temple, so he brought the topic back to the Double Swords of Mountain and Sea.
My brain is a bit knotted today. I revised this chapter more than ten times before it looked good.