Bai He was startled and said in surprise, "Little brother, why do you ask this suddenly?"

"I remember I should have seen you before." Ma Hongjun said quietly, his thoughts seemed to go back to the time when he was three years old, when his grandfather took him to Qingyang Town.

The first time he went there, he met Shui Bing'er when she was a child. She didn't like playing with children, so she took out colorful stones and smashed them.

This smash created a relationship between the fire phoenix and the ice phoenix.

Perhaps because they were both Phoenix martial souls, he relied on Shui Bing'er for his colorful stones.

Then, Ma Hongjun seemed to see the thin and frail little girl following him and calling him little brother.

Looking at it now, that should be Bai Chenxiang when she was a child, and like him and Shui Bing'er, her original hair color changed after her martial soul awakened.

Maybe Bai Chenxiang has forgotten it long ago, but Ma Hongjun still remembers it. After all, he is not a real child.

"Who are you?" Bai He looked at Ma Hongjun blankly, a little surprised, as if he had thought of something.

"I remember that there was a little girl following me, little brother, little brother, calling me and asking me to play with her. Maybe Miss Bai has forgotten about it a long time ago. After all, it was just a one-time relationship."

Ma Hongjun shook his head and laughed. As he spoke, he placed the iron pot on the campfire. With a move of his right hand, the spatula flew into his hand, followed by the chopped fatty meat, floating quietly in front of him.

"It's you!" Bai He's eyes widened as he remembered.

Zhi!

After a while, Ma Hongjun saw that the iron pot was getting hot, then he threw the pieces of meat in front of him into the pot and started to stir-fry.

Bai He seemed to be lost in memories and said softly, "That year, I took Xiangxiang to Tiandou City to find the old orangutan, and passed by the town you mentioned. After that, for a long time, Xiangxiang pestered me.

She asked me to accompany her to find her little brother. But you are right, Xiangxiang was still young at that time, and it didn’t take long for her to forget about it."

"I really didn't expect that the person who brought Xiangxiang back from the edge of death after so many years would be the cool little guy back then, haha." Bai He sighed with a little sigh in his voice, and his eyes looked at Ma Hongjun with a little more emotion.

kind.

"I didn't expect that there would still be this fate between you two. Not bad, not bad."

Yang Wudi looked strange and raised his eyebrows at Bai He beside him as he spoke.

"Senior, don't, don't talk about it, it's all trivial things not worth mentioning."

Ma Hongjun lowered his head and stir-fried the meat slices. In a pair of high-top Martin boots made of black leather that defended soul beasts, his toes were tense and gripped the ground tightly. He wanted to bury his head directly.

Go into the pot in front of you.

Bai He understood in his heart, and no longer held on to this question, and asked, "What happened to you next?"

"Later, after my martial soul awakened, I followed the teacher to his Shrek Academy..."

Accompanied by the sizzling sound, an authentic aroma of meat wafted out from the iron pot. Ma Hongjun said while waving his hand to add seasonings to the pot.

Salt, pepper, fennel, cinnamon, etc., followed by chopped vegetables, and elixirs used to nourish qi, blood and spirit, and finally add water and cover the pot.

Seeing Ma Hongjun's skillful movements, Yang Wudi and Bai He didn't know what to say, but they could understand it now.

As far as Yang Wudi and Bai He knew, the Flying Horn more than ten years ago was already a seven-ring agility attack type soul saint, so as long as Flanders did not take Ma Hongjun with him to the area where those powerful ten-thousand-year soul beasts were located,

It's okay to break in and protect his safety.

In this case, it is no wonder that he became like this.

"I heard from your friend that your name is Ma Hongjun, right?" Bai He asked, not paying attention to the way Ma Hongjun ate in the wild.

The same goes for Yang Wudi, although he can also take his younger disciples to have a picnic like Ma Hongjun.

But the Soul Beast Forest is full of dangers after all, and Ma Hongjun is not his junior disciple, so it's hard for him to say anything.

"Yes, senior." Ma Hongjun said.

Bai He smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, seniors. Since you call me the old gorilla, you can also call me and the old goat the same. What do you think?"

Ma Hongjun glanced at the two of them and did not refuse. He called out politely, "Mr. Bai, Mr. Yang."

While the three of them were talking, the sound of bubbling could already be heard from the iron pot on the campfire.

"Is this ready?" Yang Wudi said in surprise.

Ma Hongjun nodded, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, bit it lightly, and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that the meat was at least seventy-eighty percent cooked. Then he took a mouthful of soup into his bowl and felt that the taste was just right.

A trace of confusion flashed in Yang Wudi's eyes, and he asked, "Ma Hongjun, is there something wrong with your pot? Why does your food cook so fast?"

Ma Hongjun waved his hand and put the noodles prepared aside into the pot, stirred it gently, covered the pot again, and said casually, "My teacher liked exploring when he was young. He picked up this pot from a ruins. Although

It’s not a soul guidance device, but there are soul guidance runes engraved on the bottom of the pot, so it heats up much faster than an ordinary pot, and it’s much more convenient.”

"Forehead!"

Yang Wudi and Bai He looked confused, thinking that even the pot of yours is not an ordinary thing.

"Ma Hongjun, does your teacher still have such a pot? If so, can you sell me some?" Yang Wudi asked, with excitement in his eyes. If he had such a pot, wouldn't it be much easier to refine medicine?

Already?

Ma Hongjun was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself, "Teacher, if you have too many blames to bear, it doesn't matter. Since you have already shouldered a lot of blame for me, it doesn't hurt to have one more, right?"

In fact, there are no relics obtained. The soul guidance runes on his iron pot were carved by himself.

"I'm not sure about this either. I'll write to you later and ask. What do you think, Mr. Yang?"

"Okay, okay, thank you, Ma Hongjun."

"Mr. Yang, you're too polite. It's just a little effort."

"By the way, you said before that you knew my grandson. I wonder how he is doing now? Can you tell the old man?"

"Okay, but old man, you have to promise me to listen to me calmly, and I will tell you about Tang Chen's situation."

Yang Wudi took a deep breath, nodded and said, "You tell me, old man, I'm listening."

The corner of Ma Hongjun's mouth twitched. Although Yang Wudi was indeed an old man in age, his appearance actually looked similar to Tang Hao, but he still called himself an old man. He didn't know what to say.

On the contrary, it is Bai He, who looks white-haired, but energetic, and has a slim figure, but very tough, and he has the image of a senior man outside the world.

To say that he is an old man not only does not have any sense of disobedience, but also gives people a sense of immortality and moral integrity.

Of course, if you compare him with Sword Dou Luo Chenxin, no matter in terms of mental appearance, temperament, etc., they are far behind. It can be said that there is no comparison at all.

Not long after, the noodles that Ma Hongjun put into the pot were already cooked. The hot steam accompanied by the rich aroma of the braised noodles made people's appetites whet their appetite.

"Two old men, please."

Ma Hongjun served him, Bai He and Yang Wudi a bowl each.

"No, we have already eaten solid food, you can eat it."

"Eat a little. I can't finish this big pot by myself."

"Isn't there still your sister?"

"My sister has a small appetite, I will bring it to her in a moment."

"Okay, then eat a little. You can't let the food go to waste."

Yang Wudi and Bai He moved their throats, found an excuse for themselves, and took the bowls and chopsticks handed over by Ma Hongjun.

In fact, they also saw that when Ma Hongjun made such a big pot, he obviously included them.

"Old man, please take it easy. I'll come as soon as I go."

As he spoke, Ma Hongjun filled a large bowl for Xiao Wu and a large bucket for Er Ming. He took chopsticks and a large spoon and flew towards them.

Yang Wudi and Bai He were stunned for a moment. They looked at the bowls and chopsticks in their hands, and their minds were full of questions. Is this what I just said about your sister's small appetite?

The two of them immediately thought about the two soul beasts again. It was estimated, probably, maybe, maybe, that Ma Hongjun didn't take them into consideration at all when he was cooking, right?

After a while, Ma Hongjun returned, filled another bowl for the Chongming Bird, placed it on a stone on the side, and let it peck at it. Ma Hongjun began to talk while eating.

"Chengzi and I met at Shrek Academy in Tiandou City. At that time, our college was still called Lanba Academy, and the dean was my junior wife Liu Erlong. Chengzi said that because of his mutated martial soul, he and his aunt

Privately, he has always been discriminated against by the tribe. But his aunt Yuehua is the sister of the clan leader and Xiaosan’s father. The tribe doesn’t dare to talk about her, so they have to take it out on him, and they suffer all kinds of discrimination and ostracism within the tribe.”

Yang Wudi's hand holding the braised noodles shook slightly, and the hand holding the chopsticks clenched even more unconsciously.

"In a blink of an eye, Chengzi turned sixteen. Aunt Yuehua took him out of the clan, and then he entered my master's wife's Lanba Academy. Until last year, our Shrek Academy moved to Tiandou City and merged with Lanba Academy.

Merged. Later, my teacher and my uncle Yu Xiaogang discovered him when they were looking through the files of college students."

"You two old men should also know that my uncle Yu Xiaogang is also one of the Golden Iron Triangle. His Wuhun Luo Sanpao is actually similar to Chengzi's Wuhun. It's just that many people in the world have misunderstandings and think that they are useless martial arts.

Soul. In fact, this is not the case. This can be seen from the fact that the Golden Iron Triangle can summon the Golden Holy Dragon. It is precisely because of this that my teacher and the others have gained a reputation in the world of soul masters..."

"The disciple has the responsibility, and the teacher will take the responsibility."

Ma Hongjun silently muttered to himself, and without hesitation passed the blame for some of the changes caused over the years to Flanders, Yu Xiaogang and others.

"You mean, Xiaochen can practice normally now?" Yang Wudi was completely stunned.

"Yes, Chengzi has now been reborn. The martial spirit is no longer a rusty broken gun, but a silver-white, sharp-edged sky-breaking spear. The current soul power level is level 45."

In fact, Ma Hongjun didn't know that Tang Chen was no longer at level 45, but had reached level 46 after absorbing the soul bone Xiao Wu gave him.

"this?"

"hiss!"
To be continued...