The God of Cooking in the World of Martial Arts and Immortals

The next day, Ling Chi settled the closure of the God of Kitchen Restaurant for the New Year, and after giving out year-end bonuses to the chefs and waiters of the restaurant, it closed down.

Shuang'er also gave ten taels of silver and eight bolts of silk cloth to the eight little maids, and the house was also tidied up, waiting to go back to the mountain tomorrow.

That day, Ling Chi checked the practice progress of the eight little maids.

After several months of delicious food, the eight little maids have nearly ten years of internal strength, which has almost reached the controllable limit of Huashan's mind. Ling Chi will find a way to find suitable follow-up internal strength for them when he returns this time. mentality.

Hunyuan Kungfu is cultivated both internally and externally, so it is not suitable for women to practice, otherwise they will become female men.

In addition to internal strength, the Huashan swordsmanship of the eight little maids has also become a bit hot.With their current force value, usually seven or eight big men can't get close, but they can rest assured to let them go home for the New Year.

After eating the last dinner before the year, the eight little maids bid farewell to their master early the next morning and went home to celebrate the New Year.

Ling Chi rolled out the unicycle that hadn't been used for several months: "Uncle Feng Tai, get in the car, let's go!"

Feng Qingyang: "..."

Sitting on the wheelbarrow with Shuang'er on the left and right, the wind was clear and the wind was messy.

……

Three days later, the unicycle couldn't stand the torment along the way, and it fell apart heroically.

Fortunately, the three of them were only twenty miles away from the Huashan faction, so they could walk back.

Feng Qingyang sneezed and blew his nose, as if he had a bit of a cold.

Huashan Town, Hero Inn.

Feng Qingyang lay on the bed in the back room, drank the dark medicinal soup, sighed, lay down on the bed, and sighed: "I'm old, I'm old."

"It's all my fault that my grandson forgot that Uncle Feng is too old to withstand such a bumpy ride." Ling Chi blamed himself.

"It's none of your business, the old man himself didn't expect his body to be so weak." Feng Qingyang coughed twice, his face became a little more rosy: "Oh! Thinking about it carefully, the old man is over eighty years old, I'm afraid it's destiny It's almost there."

"Uncle Feng Tai, don't say such unlucky words, you will surely live a long life." Ling Chi comforted.

"Long life for a hundred years? Hehe, so what?" Feng Qingyang smiled helplessly: "Living in this world, a hundred years of life, youthful glory and white head, but in a blink of an eye, in the end, it will only end up in the loess, and no one will know about it after thousands of years. Life!"

Lingchi and Shuang'er fell silent after saying a few words.

If there is no God of Cooking system, if there is no longevity fish... Will they be like Feng Qingyang at this time in the future?

Why do people die?It's scary just thinking about it.

but……

"Uncle Feng Tai, you just suffered from a bit of wind and cold, and you are far away from death!" Ling Chi said: "I think you are too lonely. I will tell you a beautiful wife later, and I promise you will be happy every day." .”

Feng Qingyang: "..."

Shuang'er chuckled, covered her mouth and ran out, she was afraid that Uncle Feng would be embarrassed.

"Get out! Get out!" Feng Qingyang went into a rage.

Ling Chi ran away with his head in his arms.

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Chapter 46

After being raised for three days, Feng Qingyang recovered physically.After eating a few meat buns, he suddenly felt full of energy and full of energy. He just wanted to rush to the Huashan School and hang Yue Buqun up to smoke.

At this time, there are only seven days left before the end of the new year. For some unknown reason, the winter in Huashan this year is extremely cold.Early in the morning, the sky is drowsy, and snow will fall at any time.

Relying on their deep internal strength, Feng Qingyang, Ling Chi, and Shuang'er wore thin clothes and held long swords, and headed towards Huashan faction.

……

It has been half a month since Yue Buqun left the customs, and now he is sitting in the main hall with a serious face, watching all kinds of information about the world presented by his disciples.

He was in a bad mood, very bad.

Recalling the scene in Siguoya Mountain Cave that day, I am still annoyed.

It was because he was too impatient that day that he scared Linghu Chong away and even left the Huashan sect.

It's not his fault, who made his chrysanthemum so itchy that day!

Can't help it!

Because of his understanding of Linghu Chong, Yue Buqun could only use the excuse that Linghu Chong made a big mistake and was expelled from the school, so as to maintain his face as the head of the Huashan School.

After Linghu Chong left the Huashan faction, he did not refute this, which made him heave a sigh of relief.

But in the past half month, the atmosphere of the Huashan faction has changed, and it has become very dull.The disciples who had respected him in the past had a much colder attitude towards him. Even his daughter Yue Lingshan quarreled with him several times, and his wife even got angry and refused to talk to him. She even slept in a separate room at night.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief, otherwise he really couldn't explain it.

Just when Yue Buqun was restless, he heard noises coming from the direction of the mountain gate.

"Junior Brother? Junior Sister? Is it really you?"

"Junior brother! It's the younger brother who is back!"

"Little brother is back to the mountain!"

When Ling Chi came back, Huashan was full of joy, but Yue Buqun was surprised.

Why did Ling Chi come back at this time?Did he already know about Linghu Chong?

Feeling extremely anxious, Yue Buqun no longer has the heart to deal with affairs.

……

Upon hearing the news of Ling Chi's return to the mountain, Ning Zhongze and Yue Lingshan greeted him excitedly.

"Junior Junior Brother..." Seeing that familiar figure, Yue Lingshan's eyes glistened with tears, and she really wanted to rush over to hug him and cry bitterly.But in front of so many people, after all, there is no such courage.

Seeing the petite figure beside Ling Chi, he quickly wiped the corners of his eyes and said with a smile, "Sister Shuang'er, you're back!"

Shuang'er giggled, "Sister Lingshan, I'm back."

Looking at Yue Lingshan's face, Shuang'er said softly, "Sister Lingshan, you've lost weight."

"Because..." Yue Lingshan didn't hold back this time, and hugged Shuang'er, relying on her height advantage to hang her face behind Shuang'er's shoulders, so that no one could see her tears: "I miss Sister Shuang'er so much .”