Lan Qingxue took the dish from Boss Xie and placed it on her table. While eating, she looked at Dongfang Tianzheng, wanting to continue listening to the story.
Dongfang Tianzheng's lips twitched, was there such a maid, but he continued: "Legend has it that at the beginning of Shanfeng City's establishment, or even before, there was a master of cooking—Boss Xie."
Lan Qingxue stopped moving and smiled secretly. Could it be that the fat boss made up this story himself?
“Boss Xie’s whereabouts are so elusive that the world doesn’t even know whether he is a man or a woman…”
Lan Qingxue thought to herself, yes, it was definitely made up, and she didn't even know whether it was a boy or a girl.
"...However, his legend has always existed among the people, and people also believe that there is such a person living in seclusion in Shanfeng City..."
"... His legend became more and more popular. For millions of years, countless people wanted to see this mysterious existence, but only a few saw it. In the end, they all left Shanfeng City to pursue a wider world..."
"...Every time Boss Xie appears, he will create a strong man, a strong man who is beyond the level of Shanfeng City, without exception..."
After finishing speaking, Dongfang Tianzheng took a look and Lan Qingxue was dumbfounded. He smiled and said, "By the way, this is what Lao Xie told me."
Lan Qingxue reacted and couldn't help but laugh, saying: "I just said, how could Boss Xie be an expert? It turned out that he made it up himself."
Dongfang Tianzheng smiled and started to compete with Lan Qingxue for food. The two enjoyed the meal. Lan Qingxue forgot about his identity, and Dongfang Tianzheng didn't think about anything else. Here, they were just two diners.
When the two left, Boss Xie appeared at the door without knowing when, his eyes a little misty.
"Sponge's Tomb is about to be born, old friend, have you succeeded..."
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Dongfang Tianzheng took Lan Qingxue to Wanxiao Tower, which was considered the highest-standard place in the entire Shanfeng City. Dongfang Tianzheng was thinking that as a maid, he had a good background, so he had to find a decent place to live.
"Sir, you..."
Lan Qingxue had not yet fallen asleep. To be precise, as a saint, she had already forgotten what it was like to sleep, when she saw Dongfang Tianzheng leaving.
"I'm not in the habit of sleeping in a room."
Dongfang Tianzheng paused and said: "You have to sleep well and don't practice. I'll go and understand nature. I'll see you in Zhenhai Youcheng tomorrow." After saying that, he disappeared without knowing what kind of means he used.
This made Lan Qingxue very conflicted. Not only was she sleeping for the first time in many years, but also because Dongfang Tianzheng was far away from her, so there was no chance, no chance to escape!
The two villains in her heart were fighting. Lan Qingxue was thinking wildly and fell asleep at some point.
In the barren mountains and ridges, Dongfang Tianzheng came here using his pupil technique. He really wanted to understand nature.
In the future, in the era when he comes, he is not only the Lord of the Sun and the Lord of the Lunar Moon, but also the son of nature. He can use the power of nature to perform many magical means and is almost omnipotent.
pity.
Coming to such a place, six trillion years ago in the Middle Ages, everything was gone. The identity of the two masters of yin and yang was deprived, and they were almost devoured to death. Nature no longer recognized its own son.
But Dongfang Tianzheng is unremitting. Without his identity as a son of nature, his relationship with nature becomes purer and he can realize things that he could not understand before.
When you lose one thing, you will gain another.
Calculating the time, that Taoist friend will be back soon. It should be just after the Mountain Maple Competition in a month. By then, you will be able to soar in the vast world of origin and the vast starry sky.
My goal is the universe, the stars and the sea!
End of gratitude, realize nature.
The young man wandered around and slept in a tree.
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"Cluck, cluck, cluck..."
A long series of familiar rooster crows came, and Dongfang Tianzheng opened his eyes like a conditioned reflex, jumped down from the tree, and started practicing Tai Chi.
Finally, Dongfang Tianzheng washed himself by a clear spring, sparred with some ferocious beasts, and then entered the underworld.
When we arrived at the place we agreed on yesterday, it was a bit unexpected but also expected. Lan Qingxue was already waiting here.
Lan Qingxue said "Young Master", Dongfang Tianzheng didn't say anything, just smiled, and the two of them walked forward.
As for the capital, unexpectedly, the doors were open and there were endless crowds of people.
The existence in this house has a very strong cultivation level. It only feels full of energy and blood, and it cannot be seen that it is a ghost.
It is said that there are three thousand great avenues, all of which lead to the same destination. The human and ghost paths are all great avenues. This is the case.
A ghost soldier asked them what they were here for. Dongfang Tianzheng said they were here to treat the Holy Son of Zhenhai. The ghost soldiers asked Dongfang Tianzheng and the two to go back. Dongfang Tianzheng asked why.
The ghost soldier said: "The Holy Lord has found a way to save the Holy Son."
Dongfang Tianzheng shook his head. He knew everything. He was the only one who met the condition of the miracle doctor, and no one else could succeed.
One person and one ghost chatted for a few words, and the ghost soldier agreed that the two of them would watch. Anyway, the ghost doctor didn't say no, so the two of them hurried to the backyard.
The scene of spell casting.
Dao pattern, Yuan stone, altar...
"This is……"
Lan Qingxue's pupils shrank, with murderous intent, but someone held her back.
Dongfang Tianzheng whispered: "Don't act rashly, Donghua Ghost Doctor will never be unprepared."
Yes, the man standing in the center of the altar is the Donghua Ghost Doctor, with a ghostly mask announcing his identity.
Next to Donghua Ghost Doctor, there is a crystal coffin, and a very handsome young man is lying in it. His body is messy and his breath is unstable, and his soul will collapse at any time.
The Holy Son of Zhenhai.
Zhenhai Shengjun is not here. He is presiding over the formation in the capital. It is a matter of concern for his parents and children, and no accidents are allowed.
Dongfang Tianzheng pulled a ghost over to watch and said, "Fellow Taoist, what will happen if this doctor is not good enough?"
The ghost soldier said without hesitation: "Kill him."
So cruel? Dongfang Tianzheng curled his lips, ghosts are ghosts, cruel and inhumane, if they are not cured, you will kill them.
He secretly transmitted a message to Lan Qingxue: "If the Donghua Ghost Doctor hadn't died at your hands, could you have done the job when you went back?"
Unexpectedly, Lan Qingxue replied: "I just said I killed him."
Eh? That's right. As long as the target dies, the mission is completed. Who cares how he died? Dongfang Tianzheng thought thoughtfully.
On the altar, Donghua Ghost Doctor cast spells, changed his techniques, shouted "rise", and the Holy Son of Zhenhai in the crystal coffin was floated into the air.
Small chapters appeared from the eyebrows of Donghua Ghost Doctor, penetrated into Zhenhai Holy Son's body, entangled in various ways, suppressed his unstable true soul, and penetrated into it.
The problem lies here.
Dongfang Tianzheng stared at Donghua Ghost Doctor's hands and eyebrows with bright eyes, analyzed the techniques and the role of the chapter sequence, and finally came to a conclusion.
The Donghua ghost doctor took out another elixir furnace, and the fire was roaring. He put in a few elixirs and some soul medicine, and felt the condition of the Holy Son of Zhenhai, and poured in some spiritual liquid.
From time to time, the elixir is completed and an elixir calamity appears.
The elixir is rolling with thunder, and when the holy elixir is born, disaster must follow it. Over Zhenhai Youcheng, streaks of thunder flash.
Dongfang Tianzheng suddenly remembered something. Someone once told him that when he saw him again, he would never forget to say to him, "Be careful, Lei."
This is the Middle Ages six trillion years ago, is it possible...
Although Dan Jie was fierce, it was still not allowed to be rampant under the Holy Lord Zhenhai, and was destroyed after a few flutters.
Donghua Ghost Doctor waved his hand to put out the fire and took out the elixir.
The three sparkling smooth soul elixirs, the fragrance invades the soul, and everyone who smells it feels relaxed and uncomfortable. Even the most inexperienced person knows that these three elixirs are extraordinary.
The Holy Son of Zhenhai coughed and brought out a mouthful of black blood. Upon seeing this, Donghua Ghost Doctor immediately threw out one of the three pills in his hand.
But at this moment, Dongfang Tianzheng moved. Before anyone could react, he appeared on the altar at some point, holding the soul pill between his two fingers.
Donghua Ghost Doctor's expression changed, Lan Qingxue's expression also changed suddenly, and everyone's expressions changed. No one thought that this would happen, not even Zhenhai Shengjun, who had been presiding over the formation.
Dongfang Tianzheng put the elixir between his fingers under his nose, sniffed it, then smiled and said: "Donghua, is this the medicine you made?"
Donghua Ghost Doctor looked angry, but before he could say anything, the entire altar began to tremble, and the power of the earth veins entangled itself, and countless people were frightened. This was definitely the level of the Holy Lord, and could even kill the Holy Lord.
The wrath of Zhenhai Sage.
A huge shadow condensed in the sky, and a god-like existence slowly condensed into reality. He shouted: "Who is so presumptuous!"
The powerful voice shook everyone's hearts and minds. Except for a few saint-level beings, everyone else bowed their heads and trembled, shouting the name of the saint.
Dongfang Tianzheng put away the soul pill, took out his ears with his little finger, and said with a smile: "What a big gesture, Zhenhai, is this how you treat your son's savior?"
The man didn't say anything. He stared at Dongfang Tianzheng with his hazy eyes. He felt threatened by this young man. Even with the blessing of the formation, he did not dare to act rashly.
Donghua Ghost Doctor on the side changed his expression, looked at the figure shrouded in holy light, and said: "Zhenhai, what do you mean?"
"Don't be surprised, Taoist friend Donghua." The hazy figure bowed slightly and said, "I will talk to this Taoist friend and I will definitely give you an explanation."
If in the past, faced with such an incomprehensible existence as Dongfang Tianzheng, the figure in the holy light might have been intimidated. He knew that there were countless powerful people in the world, and in the eyes of some beings, he was not necessarily much more powerful than an ant.
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But, this time, it was about the life of his only son, so he had to fight no matter what.
"You let this mediocre doctor treat you?"
Dongfang Tianzheng pointed at Donghua Ghost Doctor and said, "He can cure your son from becoming disabled."
The figure in the holy light trembled and said uncertainly: "Dare you ask your friend's name?"
"A nobody."
Dongfang Tianzheng dismissed the trembling Donghua Ghost Doctor and said, "However, he is still better than some quack doctors."
I don’t know the expression on Donghua Ghost Doctor’s face under the mask, but he was definitely very angry. He pointed at Dongfang Tianzheng and said to the man: “Fellow Taoist Zhenhai, get rid of this kid quickly, otherwise your son will hurt me.
It’s gone!”
The figure in the holy light hesitated. He saw that Dongfang Tianzheng looked confident and did not look like a liar. Furthermore, he felt that he might not be able to force him out, so he was in a dilemma.
"Let me ask you, what is the second grass you added?"
At this time, Dongfang Tianzheng suddenly asked.
The Donghua ghost doctor didn't dare to be careless, the young man said this, but in the rhythm of a doctor fight, he directly named one, and the ghosts in the audience all reacted and were a little excited, it was actually two ghost doctors fighting each other?
"Let me ask you again, what is the third grass and the sixth leaf?" Dongfang Tianzheng asked leisurely.
The Donghua ghost doctor didn't dare to be careless. When he said the name, he was still thinking about it. Could it be that the medicinal properties of these herbs conflicted?