Comprehension Recovery Evolution

Chapter 49
The five of them walked along, Zhang Yang was bitter. Although they were talking and laughing, Luo Wei followed Yan Rumeng, Ji Mengxian followed Ji Mengyao, and Ji Mengyao and Yan Rumeng met each other relatively late, clearly saying that they were going to accompany him to the peak. The conversation among the people was in full swing, leaving Zhang Yang aside!
Feeling aggrieved in his heart, Zhang Yang took the lead to step onto a platform halfway up the mountain of Zuowang Peak. There is a building complex here, which presumably is the residence of the director of Zaowang Peak.

Looking at the unfamiliar buildings, Zhang Yang was stunned: "Senior Brother Mengyao and Luo, where should we go?"

As soon as the words were finished, a vague phantom gradually solidified in front of him, revealing a young man dressed as a woodcutter, who sized Zhang Yang up and down, without saying a word.

Zhang Yang is also sizing up this person. He has met many times in front of him like this. He knows that this young man's cultivation base is at least one big realm higher than his, but he doesn't know how much higher. It is impossible to judge whether it is an inner disciple or an ancestor of Jindan.

Zhang Yang glanced at the boy dressed as a woodcutter, suddenly frowned, pointed at the hatchet on the boy's waist, winked and said, "Brother, you are not a forest ranger, what do you need a hatchet for? The hatchet is for chopping wood." It’s useful, but you have to plant saplings and replant them at the same time, but I see that your clothes are brand new, you must be a fake woodcutter!”

Behind him, Luo Wei, Yan Rumeng, Ji Mengyao, and Ji Mengxian looked surprised, but no one dared to say anything.

"I dress as a woodcutter, of course I am determined to be a woodcutter! What you say is so unreasonable, boy, how can I be a fake woodcutter?" The young woodcutter glared: "You say I am a fake Woodcutter, let me ask you, what's wrong with my hatchet?"

"Those who cut down trees must plant trees. A qualified woodcutter must not be cutting down all the trees, but more to be close to the forest ranger! His usual job is to pick up the leaves and branches that naturally fall off the trees to make firewood, and will not rashly do it. Tree cutter! To a woodcutter, a tree means food and wealth. Look at you, you don’t look like a woodcutter! You even brought a hatchet! Fake! You are a fake!" Zhang Yang also glared at you. Past: "Unprofessional, so unprofessional!"

"Fart!" The young woodcutter stared and pointed at his nose: "Then tell me, I've been making this outfit for so long, why no one broke me! You just say I'm a fake!"

"Ha!" Zhang Yang pressed forward and grinned: "The entire Donghua Sword Sect is a monk who only knows how to practice swordsmanship. You are pretending to be a woodcutter. Who can correct you? There are several woodcutters." If you have the ability, you can practice it!"

"Hey! That makes sense." The young woodcutter nodded, and his face returned to calm: "Then how do you know what a real woodcutter is like? Don't you also come to cultivate the truth?"

"There is a way to learn the Tao, and the master is the teacher! Before I came to practice, I was not ashamed to ask questions, and I have dabbled in everything! It's not surprising that I know some things about the woodcutter!" Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows: "Brother, if you really want to be a Woodcutter, the hatchet is gone, bring him a short bow, I tell you the game in the mountains is very plump! Catch him a pheasant, pluck the feathers and bleed them, throw the internal organs into the fire, get some banana leaves Wrap it up, dig a hole, build a bonfire on top, and roast him for half an hour..."

Zhang Yang began to learn Taoism, and changed the way of beggar chicken written by Jin Lao to the young woodcutter who became more and more fascinated by it.

"Hey? This is good! This is good! I haven't tried it! Boy, I think you are very pleasing to the eye, let's go and catch pheasants together!" The young woodcutter's eyes lit up, and he went to Lu Xiafeng as soon as he pulled Zhang Yang: "Hey, let me tell you, I know all about game in this Donghua Sword Sect! Let's eat him to our heart's content today!"

The four of Luo Wei were stunned.

"What should we do now? The Taishang Patriarch of Sitting Forgotten Peak was dragged away by Zhang Yang to catch chickens!" Luo Wei asked in a daze, "Why did things turn out like this?"

Ji Mengxian turned to look at Zhang Yang who was about to be dragged down the mountain, and pulled Ji Mengyao: "Go, sister, let's go eat buried pheasants too!"

"We're going too!" Yan Rumeng pulled Luo Wei.

The four of them also followed Zuowangfeng.

After the four of them also went down the mountain, a figure flashed on the same spot, and Fairy Yunluo was speechless: "This man who forgets Taoism is really unreasonable. Why is he so old and so naughty? He invited me to come and talk about something important. In a blink of an eye Just forget."

Sighing, Fairy Yunluo turned and walked towards the buildings: "Forget it, just wait for them."

"Be quick with your hands and feet, don't you look like a woodcutter? A woodcutter lives in the mountains and forests. He is a master of survival. He plucks hairs and lets blood, cuts two times, five times, and two. Do you see dozens of breaths? Look at you, handling a pheasant is so handy, how can you take on the important task of a survival master?" Zhang Yang quickly handled the pheasant in his hand: "This plucking is also learned. He was soaked in chicken blood, and then thrown into hot water to scald him for a period of time, the hair is easy to pull out! What's wrong with you, are you still dizzy with blood?"

But Taoist Zuo Wang stared at the chicken blood in a daze.

After staying for a while, Taoist Zuo Wang laughed: "How is that possible, but this chicken blood is too fragrant, much better than the domestic chicken raised by Donghua Sword Sect! Hey, what is this chicken blood used for? What's the use? "

"Make blood clots, make some broth, I tell you it's delicious!" Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows, took out the campfire stand, took out a piece of wild animal meat of half a catty, and seasonings, and grilled it on the spot : "It's time to wait for the barbecue, hey, see, Desolate Beast Meat, I treat you to something good!"

Taoist Zuowang was stunned for a moment: "You are so weird, kid. Didn't you steal this desolate beast meat? Who is your ancestor? Jue Tianji? Xingdong Lai? Zhu Tianyou? Or Ye Honglian?"

Zhang Yang chuckled: "Look, you are really a fake woodcutter, who would know this if you are a serious woodcutter? My patriarch is Fairy Yunluo and Daoist Chen Dong. The two of them are in the same line, and my patriarch is Yunluo Fairy, but Taoist Chen Dong also regards me as his grandson. This meat was obtained from my ancestor. Come on, this meat is just roasted and sprinkled with salt, so how do you eat it? Did you see this thing? It’s called seasoning. Take it and try it!"

Zhang Yang handed over the seasoning to Taoist Zuo Wang.

Daoist Zuowang didn’t ask Zhang Yang who is the patriarch anymore. His attention was attracted by the condiment bottle, and he squinted his eyes and put it under his nose to sniff: “Why does it still smell like goji berry? What’s in your small bottle is medicinal powder ?"

Zhang Yang took a piece of barbecue, demonstrated it to Zuo Wang Taoist, and took a bite by himself: "Ah! It's delicious in the world!"

The Taoist Zuo Wang took a bite of the meat and didn't speak again, and started to eat like crazy!
"Where's mine? Brother-in-law, you can't just eat by yourself!" Ji Mengxian and the others just arrived at this time, shouting from afar.

(End of this chapter)