Half a month has passed since the late bucket, and Yi Feng still hasn't encountered an ordinary qualification.
This made Yi Feng have to complain that he really overestimated this other world, but he didn't expect that most people were trash.
"well!"
"Continue to be a salty fish!"
Seeing that he couldn't complete the system's tasks within a while, Yi Feng had no choice but to return to his salty state, playing carving and doing square dances to exercise.
"Ding!"
At this moment, a familiar voice came from my mind again.
"It has been detected that the host founded the sect half a month ago and still has not received qualified disciples. We hereby prepare ten leaflets for the host."
"Will the host accept it?"
"Flyers?"
Yi Feng, who had returned to his salty fish state, sat up from the chair and quickly shouted: "Receive it."
The next moment Yi Feng's voice came out, ten golden leaflets fell into Yi Feng's hands.
"Are you still worried about not being able to find dual cultivation?"
"Is it because there are too few handsome guys and girls who like you?"
"We're recruiting, we're recruiting, Heaven and Earth Gate is recruiting!"
“If you want to ask which god is cultivating immortality, it’s Nansha Pingjiang Heaven and Earth Gate.”
"This place can re-exhibit the masculinity of men and the femininity of women. It is not a dream to reach the peak of life, it is not a dream..."
Looking at the advertisement on it, Yi Feng frowned. The layout and painting style gave it a perfect alley-like feel.
Can this fucking person be recruited?
However, Yi Feng, who was now desperate, had no choice but to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
"So, how should I use this flyer?"
Yi Feng couldn't help but ask.
"As long as the host holds the flyer and moves his mind, the flyer will be randomly sent out and fall into the hands of people who meet the host's conditions." A voice came from the system.
"oh?"
"It's quite magical..."
Yi Feng's eyes flashed slightly and he hurriedly asked: "Will those who receive the flyers definitely come to my place to become a disciple?"
"Let it happen."
The system once again heard the voice of being hated.
Yi Feng was speechless.
But there was nothing I could do now, so I picked up a leaflet and my mind moved.
really.
The leaflets in his hand turned into dots and scattered in the air, and then disappeared. After a while, all ten leaflets were distributed by Yi Feng.
Just when Yi Feng was about to lie down, there was suddenly a heavy step on the ground.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Chi Yitong carrying a big bowl, moving his elephant legs, and running towards Yi Feng quickly.
"Master, Master, I have realized it."
While running, he drank a bucket and drank excitedly.
"What did you realize?"
Yi Feng looked at him with a confused face and asked in confusion.
"Master, I successfully figured out how to make fried rice through the "Recipe Collection" you gave me, and I made it."
Chi Yitong wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted excitedly, while bringing a bowl of golden fried rice in front of Yi Feng.
And just by chance, Wu Changan, who had been playing with talismans all day, walked by and was shocked when he saw the pot of fried rice.
"Good guy, this fat guy can do it. He even made Yangzhou fried rice, and it also contains the power of the Great Dao, awesome!"
But Yi Feng couldn't help but twitch his lips.
This guy just made a big deal, why is he so excited?
He is indeed a foodie!
But looking at the fat man's excitement, Yi Feng couldn't bear to attack him. After praising him, he continued: "There are many things in "The Complete Recipe Book" that are worth learning. Fried rice is just an introduction. Keep going and learn about it!
"
"Yes, Master."
Chi Yitong thanked him excitedly, put the bowl of ridicule aside, and left respectfully.
"It seems to smell pretty good?"
Yi Feng moved his nose, sat up and patted his belly, then picked up the fried rice and tasted it.
"Fat man, the fried rice tastes pretty good. I don't have to worry about no one else making it for late-night snacks in the future."
"This apprentice will not be accepted in vain..."
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I'm a bit stuck in the past two days. Sorry, brothers. Of course, it's easy for me to write old routines. After all, I'm an old author. I just don't want to write that way. In addition, these two days are just a turning point, which is especially important. Please understand. Of course, I will do it again tonight.