Wonderland Wholesaler

Chapter 126 Three Knives of the God of Cooking
"Senior, you said this stream is the Tongtian River?" Zhu Sheng couldn't believe it, and looked at the clear stream in front of him in surprise.

"Little creek?"

The old fisherman raised his eyes, his thin eyes were full of wisdom, and he seemed very interested in Zhu Sheng's word "Xiaoxi".

The skinny palm is as rough as dry bark, covered with traces of time, facing the creek with a light wave, a gentle force blows open a gate like a spring breeze, and the mist on the creek is blown away. The scorching sun dissipated, revealing its original appearance.

This is a large and spacious river, with rippling blue water and sparkling water, and the azure blue Tongtian River is galloping and vast, with no end in sight at a glance, and an ancient and long breath rushes towards you, making people feel like they are looking forward to the Tongtian River in eternity. , Observe this divine river that nurtures the spiritual world.

Zhu Sheng was short of breath, and tried his best to press his chest with one hand, but he still felt that his heart might jump out at any time. He had never seen such a magnificent river. Compared with it, the Yellow River, which was once the symbol of China, was like an earthworm in front of a giant dragon. There is simply no match for it.

"Crash!"

The river water was churning, and the scale-like glittering river water shone like gold. The breeze was blowing on the face, accompanied by a faint smell of fishy smell filling the nostrils. Suddenly, Zhu Sheng smelled a touch of danger in the wind.

At a certain place in the Tongtian River, the azure blue water was stirred, forming a huge vortex. After a long time, a huge monster exposed half of its head in the vortex.

It was an adult carp, extremely huge, as huge as a mountain peak, the sunlight reflected by the silver scales was as dazzling as a knife, and a pair of eyes coldly glanced in Zhu Sheng's direction.

With just one look, Zhu Sheng felt that he was being seen through. He didn't dare to move and stood there. This kind of terrifying feeling had never been seen before. It seemed that as long as he made a move, he would be torn to pieces by this fine carp.

Chengjing carp just glanced at Zhu Sheng, then at the old fisherman, his cold eyes paused obviously, showing a hint of fear, and then slowly sank into the Tongtian River and disappeared.

Ha ha!

The old fisherman stroked his beard lightly, nodded, and said softly, "This is what you call a brook, and it looks like it really is a brook."

The old man looked at it with a smile, and handed two fish in his hand, one black and one red, to him.

Without any hesitation, Zhu Sheng took the two fish away with a flash of yellow light from the bronze ring in his hand, and said humbly: "The old man is laughing at me, the boy is stupid, and he doesn't know the river that reaches the sky, so I am ashamed."

Oh!
The old man looked at Zhu Sheng for a while, and said with a stern look in his words, "Don't be ashamed, a stream is a stream, and Tongtian River is Tongtian River, in your eyes it is what it is, why bother to go along with other people's ideas. "

The old man was still fishing. The silver fishing rod was like a bridge, connecting it to the Tongtian River. His words were very philosophical, like a wise man commenting on the truth.

Zhu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that his modest words would attract the old man's education, but he didn't agree with the old man's theory.

"Then how can it be? Black is black, white is white. If black and white are confused, the world will be in chaos."

This old man was able to open up a small world to fish the Tongtian River in Wanjie Commercial Bank. Needless to say, his own strength is the lowest. He is also a great monk, and his status must not be too low in Wanjie Commercial Bank.

But so what, the young man strives for self-improvement, the most precious thing is sticking to his own ideas, so he dares to speak out to argue with it.

Ha ha!

The old man saw that Zhu Sheng was young and aggressive and refused to accept what he said, he stroked his beard again, and laughed lightly, the skull eye sockets were deeply dug into his face, he might scare the children to cry when he looked closely.

Slowly said: "I really want to hear what is black and what is white in my little friend's eyes."

"This……."

Zhu Sheng thought for a moment and said nothing. Instead, he picked up the fishing rod with his delicate palms. He looked at the curved fishhook without any bait. He gently lifted the fishhook with his wrist and grabbed the fishhook in his hand.

With a slight force on the fingers, the curved steel hook was straightened, let go of the straight hook, and with a flick of the wrist, the straight fishhook was like a sharp sword, turning into a shooting star with silvery white fish threads.

"Plop" was dull and crisp, splashing a touch of Qilian in the water.

Neither of them spoke in this series of actions. After Zhu Sheng finished all these actions, the old man's face finally changed, but it was only for a moment.

Haha!

The old man habitually stroked his beard and made a sound, nodded and did not speak. Just like that, one old and one young quietly watched the rushing water of the sky-high river in front of him.

After a while, Fang Qiao came.

"Young master, I have found you."

Fang Qiao bowed and touched the sweat on his head, obviously it took a lot of effort to find him.

But when Fang Qiao saw the old fisherman's face changed, his fat body was like a swallow, and his steps were brisk, afraid of disturbing the old man, he came to the old man respectfully.

"Third Elder, when did you come? Why didn't you inform me so that I can be at your disposal?" Fang Qiao bowed his head and said respectfully.

Three elders?
There doesn't seem to be a big monk with a three-character name in the Fire Country.

Ah!
"It's Xiao Fang!"

The old man still smiled, picked up the fishing rod, put away the hook, and then picked up the fishing rod on the ground. Zhu Sheng glanced at the fishing rod, and was surprised when he saw what was in it. There were more than a dozen fish in the fishing rod. A celestial fish, it looks much bigger than his one.

"Huh...huh..."

The old man was carrying a fishing rod, humming a ditty, a piece of warm jade flickered around his waist, a portal appeared in front of him in a trance, the old man didn't say a word, he stepped into it, and then the portal and the old man disappeared slowly, Zhu Sheng didn't feel it during this process to any spiritual fluctuations.

At the moment when the door was closed, Zhu Sheng saw the scenery behind the door, which made him startled. Behind this door was one of the nine sacred mountains of Yanhuang Academy, the Kitchen God Mountain.

From this point of view, the three elders could not be the legendary God of Cooking, the chef with three knives!
The whereabouts of the Eighth Vice-Principal of Yanhuang College and the Dean of Jiutianxing are very mysterious. Sometimes it is not necessary to see a person for several years. Haven't seen it.

This chef Sandao is not an ordinary person, but a direct disciple of the chef who created the god chef. He is one of the five powerful people in the five major congresses. An existence that everyone should be in awe of, but he never thought that he would encounter such a legend by mistake.

Such characters are definitely above all people and below no one in today's world.

He was looking at Fang Qiao and kept wiping his sweat. When he looked over, Fang Qiao also looked at him and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

"Young master, there is danger here, let me take a step to speak."

When the two walked out of this small courtyard, they saw people waiting outside the door for a long time. As soon as the two of them came out, the waiting people took out their belongings. Zhu Sheng could see clearly that it was a formation plate, a formation used for arranging formations. plate.

Obviously several of them are formation masters.

But seeing the moves in the hands of several people, the array plate was activated, and several white lights appeared and shot into the courtyard, and then formed an array to wrap the courtyard, followed by a loud noise of "Boom!"
"Crash!" The sky roared like sea waves, and the whole ground began to tremble, as if some huge creature in the courtyard was awakened and crazily charged into the formation.

The impact was very strong, and after a few hits, it seemed that the formation was about to fail and was immediately destroyed. The formation plate in the hands of those people had cracks, and Zhu Sheng and the two immediately retreated.

At this time, an old man came from behind, with white hair and white beard, he glanced at Zhu Sheng lightly, and there was a kind smile on his old face.

Seeing that the old man looked very familiar, Zhu Sheng replied with a smile, remembering where he had seen the old man in his mind.

By the way, one of the elders of Jiuli Gate who Ye Yancheng picked up Lao Jiu that day was one of them.

(End of this chapter)