God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

It was obvious at a glance that Hong Zun was talking nonsense. With his character, wouldn't it be nice to drink in the cave? Run out and wander around.

However, Qingshi didn't say much. When he came to Divine Sword Peak this time, he felt that there was something strange everywhere.

Not only were all the disciples injured, but so were the deacons and elders.

There were also the many disciples who were rushing towards the foot of the mountain at the same time. What was going on made Qingshi puzzled.

I plan to secretly observe what is going on in my old friend Divine Sword Peak.

Thinking of this, Qingshi said with a smile.

"It's okay this time. I'll stay at Shenjian Peak for a few more days."

"What did you say?"

It was originally a very ordinary sentence, but who would have thought that Hong Zun would have such a big reaction after hearing this.

The more this happened, the more curious Qingshi became, so he smiled and replied.

"I asked you to stay at Divine Sword Peak for a few more days. Why, you won't welcome me, right?"

Hearing this, Hong Zun looked a little strange.

"That's not true. It's just that I have a lot of things going on recently. I'm afraid..."

The rejection in the words was already obvious, but Qingshi deliberately pretended not to understand.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, just go about your business."

The two old guys had their own agendas, so it was all they had to say. Hong Zun didn't have much to say, so he could only prepare a place for Master Qingshi and his apprentice.

After drinking a little wine and chatting for more than an hour, Qingshi took his leave and rested.

Early the next morning, the sky was still dark, and Qingshi, who had closed his eyes and crossed his legs, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Starting again?"

He was keenly aware of the strange movements up and down the Divine Sword Peak.

Qingshi was confused last night. This Divine Sword Peak disciple practiced all night long. He was so hardworking that Qingshi even felt a little unconfident.

Although the disciples of Dao Yizong were also very diligent in the past, this is no longer a matter of diligence or lack of diligence. They have completely tended to self-abuse.

But now, the sky has just dawned, and the many disciples who were busy practicing hard, as if they got some signal instantly, rushed towards the foot of the mountain with green light in their eyes.

Not only the disciples, but also the elders at the top of the mountain, Xu Jie, Liu Shuang, Lu Youyou and other direct disciples also rushed towards the foot of the mountain one by one.

"This old thing has moved too."

Finally, I felt that Hong Zun had also left the cave. Perhaps he was afraid that he would find out. This old guy was still sneaky.

If Qingshi hadn't been locking the cave, he might have been run away by this old guy.

Out of curiosity, Qingshi got up directly and came to the courtyard, where he saw Xiao Wang Yao who had gotten up early and was practicing.

If it were in the past, Qingshi would probably think that Xiao Wang Yao was very hardworking, but now, it can only be said that there is no comparison with the disciples of Shenjian Peak.

People are practicing all night long, so they are not on the same level at all.

"Master."

Seeing the bluestone, Xiao Wang Yao smiled.

"I have to go out for something as a teacher, so you can wait for me here."

There was no time to explain to Xiao Wang Yao. Qingshi left a word and disappeared directly.

Following everyone all the way to the foot of the mountain, Qingshi was stunned when he finally saw a group of disciples fighting in a group outside a small courtyard.

What's happening here? Do you want to have a fight early in the morning? When did the disciples of Divine Sword Peak become so tough?

It's okay to fight among the disciples, but even many deacons are fighting, which is outrageous.

Moreover, with Qingshi's eyesight, it can be seen that everyone did not hold back at all. It was a real fight.

In addition to not having a fatal blow, the long sword cut on the body, the skin was really torn and the flesh was bloody.

But even so, many disciples still did not flinch at all, and each of them was as vigorous as if they had taken medicine.

I don't understand it at all, what is this picture?

Until the melee ended, many disciples were divided into four teams, and the victors lined up obediently, not caring about the injuries and blood stains on their bodies.

"dinner's ready."

As the sound rang out, many disciples entered the small courtyard in an orderly manner, and then began to prepare meals.

Make a meal? Seeing this scene, the Qingshi man was dumbfounded.

Co-author: Did you just fight to death just to eat? Those disciples who won were doing it to get a place to eat?

The three world views have simply collapsed. How can a group of monks fight for a bite of food like beggars in the world?

As a monk, once you embark on the path of cultivation, these so-called whole grains will have almost no allure.

Even the expensive monster meat is eaten because it is helpful for cultivation.

But right now, these disciples are eating only ordinary food.

As for that?

He approached cautiously in the dark, and after a while, a scent of fragrance hit his nose.

"smell good."

Qingshi couldn't help but speak. At this moment, Qingshi seemed to understand why these Divine Sword Peak disciples were working so hard.

Even he could feel his index fingers twitching under the scent, especially when he saw everyone eating so happily that his saliva flowed out unconsciously.

Soon I saw Hong Zun in the crowd, who was holding a basket of soup dumplings and couldn't stop eating one bite at a time.

Gudong swallowed, and Qingshi dodged and appeared next to Hong Zun in an instant.

Hong Zun, who was busy cooking, didn't react at all, and the soup dumpling in his hand disappeared.

Ok?

"Who the hell is trying to steal my soup dumpling? Are there any rules anymore?"

The strength of the two was almost the same, and Qingshi attacked suddenly, and Hong Zun was not prepared at all, so when the angry curses started, Qingshi couldn't wait to stuff a soup dumpling into his mouth.

It was very hot, but the smell directly opened the door to a new world for Qingshi.

His eyes widened instantly, and he didn't even pay attention to Hong Zun who was yelling at him.

The moment he saw the bluestone, Hong Zun couldn't hold himself any longer.

"Old man, do you still have royal laws? This is a matter of labor and capital."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

One had just finished eating, and he quickly stuffed the second one in, speaking vaguely.

Facing this scene, Hong Zun's eyes were almost splitting. Seeing that there was only the last soup dumpling left, he directly chose to take action.

"You still eat, put down the buns for me."

Hong Zun wanted to grab it, but Qingshi was one step faster, and he stuffed the last one in his mouth before he could finish it.

Regardless of whether the mouth can hold it, the whole old face is stretched out and bulging.

No more. Seeing that the last bun was gone, Hong Zun was stunned in place.

"Old guy, you're going too far."

With that said, Hong Zun smacked his palm directly, while Qingshi was eating and counterattacking.

The two people immediately rose into the sky and started fighting in the sky above the Divine Sword Peak.

"Wow, Master and Senior Qingshi are fighting."

"Can that be called a beating? This is a sparring match."

"Oh, yes, let's learn from each other."

Not only were all the disciples not worried about this, on the contrary, they were somewhat looking forward to it. After all, it was rare for experts of Hong Zun's level to fight against each other.

While eating breakfast, watching strong men fighting each other, is there anything happier than this in the world?