novelones Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Songhua City takes the glazed pagoda as the center, and is divided into two and a half cities, the north and the south. The north is the Duxu Palace where the demon king lives and the residence of the servants, and the south city is the place where the demons live together.Shen Quehan entered the city together with the captured monks, and he was placed in the firewood room near the back kitchen on the outskirts of Duxu Palace, while the latter was sent to an underground prison.
The prisoners seemed very dissatisfied with the place of detention, and couldn't help but ask Moxiu who was in charge of the escort: "Why are we locked here? Then who is locked in the glass tower?"
Moxiu snorted when he heard the words: "Who told you that the Liuli Pagoda is a place where people are locked up, and you are worthy?"
"Not a cell? What's that for?"
Moxiu stood at the door of the black prison with folded arms, squinted his eyes and looked him up and down, and suddenly sneered: "What about the routine, huh? Test me?" He kicked the monk over as he said, "Go in!"
After the voice fell, the iron door closed, a ray of blue light faintly lit up at the door lock, and the aura of the imprisonment talisman flowed, the demon cultivator grinned, folded his arms and squinted at them and said: "Be honest, and if you dare to inquire here and there, be careful of yours!" Dog's life."
When he walked away leisurely humming a little song, all the monks heaved a sigh of relief, someone hammered the ground bitterly, and cursed in a low voice: "These bastards!"
"Brother Zhao, what should we do next?" Another monk asked worriedly, "Could it be true that we have to follow what they said... to write a letter back and ask for a ransom?"
Zhao Jing let out a weary breath, sat back against the wall, glanced at the seriously injured and unconscious cultivator, and a haze flashed between his brows: "Wait a minute. Let's see the young master... see if he survives this or not Bar."
Now it is clearly the weather of early spring, but Songhua City is still submerged in ice and snow.Shen Quehan came from the warm city of Chifeng, wearing thin clothes, and now that his spirit veins have been sealed, he immediately felt a chill through his bones.He couldn't sit still, so he opened the door and went out to find the back kitchen. First, he added enough firewood to the stove, lit a high fire, sat on a pot of boiling water, and went to cook the kitchen again after his hands and feet were warmed up. Various ingredients piled up under it.
It can be seen that the ex-cook's departure was not only because of the weather in Songhua City.The ingredients here are not rich, most of the meat is game, and some are obviously demonized beasts, such as wild sheep with three horns and fat head fish with fangs. The dishes are all brought in from outside and are resistant to storage. Turnips, yams, potatoes, and the like, the only vegetable with leaves is a pit full of cabbage, which is still frozen hard thanks to the damn weather.
Shen Quehan rolled up his sleeves, took out a few cabbages, picked out a bunch of radishes and potatoes, brought back half a fan of wild sheep and a fish, and after thawing, he cut and picked the ones that should be thawed, and got busy in full swing.
The snow on the eaves gradually melted, and the long-cold kitchen began to emit white steam, and a group of food aromas that could make people dizzy drifted slowly.
Shen Quehan didn't make up nonsense when he said that he could cook. On Jiuyun Mountain, he occasionally cooks himself, because Yuan Xuelian and Nanfeng insisted that the food he cooks has spiritual energy and can improve his cultivation after eating; He will follow suit, but every time he can eat an extra bowl of rice, and the head and outer disciples are also very supportive, completely forgetting the setting that people who cultivate immortals don't need to eat at all.
The simple demon cultivators in Songhua City could no longer remember the taste of the hot rice they ate last time. The little demon cultivator named Xi Ling was stunned for a moment when he walked into the yard, and then burst into tears.
"It's you again." Shen Quehan came out of the back kitchen wiping his hands, wondering, "Are you really greedy, or do you just like to cry? Stop crying, the rice is in the pot, how many bowls do you want to eat? You are indispensable."
He casually put down his high-rolled cuffs, glanced at the demon cultivators standing at the door, and said without hesitation: "One person will serve the food, and the others will go to the dining room and wait to eat. Don't block the door."
"By the way, mutton and fish are monsters, and the taste may be worse than normal, but you are all magicians, so it should be fine to eat. If you don't like it, next time you go out and buy some ordinary meat."
"Who else is there..." He nodded to the previous leader Moxiu, who immediately said, "My name is Wudu."
"Lord Wudu," Shen Quehan said, "Did the Demon Lord agree with me to stay? If it's convenient, can you help me untie the spirit veins when I cook next time? The bones of monster beasts are too hard to be cut with a kitchen knife." No, it’s not easy to cut without spiritual power.”
All the demon cultivators have fallen into a state of sluggishness that only nods "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" away, Shen Quehan smiles when he sees this, and moves aside to open the door: "Forget it, let's eat first——"
A group of people rushed into the kitchen, like a chariot running over the yard, sending up dust all over the sky.
Shen Quehan: "—Let's have dinner."
Amid the lively sound of bowls and chopsticks clashing, he stood under the eaves and looked up. From here, he could see the spire of the glazed pagoda in the distance, isolated under the gloomy sky like an ice sculpture, shining brightly and shining with silvery white light.
At night, go to the empty palace.
"The young master of Nanming Pavilion and the six accompanying monks have sealed their spiritual veins and locked them in the dungeon. Although the young master's injuries are serious, they have brought a lot of elixir with them, and their lives are no longer in danger."
Wudu's voice reverberated in circles in the empty hall. Hundreds of candles flickered, reflecting overlapping shadows, like ghosts lingering in the hall.
Mozun Fanchen stood with his hands behind his back, staring out the window at the snow that hadn't changed for years.He wears a silver mask, making it difficult to see his face, but he has a good demeanor, and even has a sense of ascetic restraint that is rarely seen among monks of Xianmen. The image of Mozun is completely opposite.Therefore, the demon cultivators are not just purely afraid of him, but also have a lot of unspeakable curiosity and awe.
"Don't worry, let them hang out for a few days." He said softly, "Of course someone is anxious."
"Yes."
Wu Du hesitated for a moment, thinking how to properly tell him about the new cook, Mozun had sensed his hesitation and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Your Majesty, there is one more person." Wu Du immediately replied, "He claims to be a loose cultivator in Xihai, and because no sect is willing to take him in, he wants to join the Demon Realm. Hearing that he can cook, my subordinates thought that we have not had a cook for a long time. At once……"
Fanchen turned around and asked calmly, "Is it an undercover agent of Xianmen?"
"This subordinate can't tell. Just in case, his spirit veins have been sealed, and two subordinates have been sent to monitor him day and night."
It's not that he has gone undercover before, and Fanchen is no stranger to it, but this time it is special, and he actually sent a cook to prescribe the right medicine.He knew very well the virtues of the gang of demon cultivators under him, so he couldn't help but ask: "What's the name of this person? After all, what he handles is imported stuff, so be more vigilant."
Wu Du hurriedly bowed and said: "My subordinates, please remember, please rest assured. This person is called Shen Xun, and his cultivation is about the middle stage of Qi refining."
The eyebrows behind the mask twitched slightly: "Shen Xun? Which two words?"
"The word Xun is the Xun of the gossip." Wu Du struggled to choose his words, trying to avoid his taboo, "Shen is... the Shen of the surname."
Shen is the Shen of Shen Quehan, and Xun is the southeast wind.
Is it a coincidence?
These two words precisely hit his reverse scale of the past century, Fanchen's face hidden behind the mask suddenly darkened, the candles in the hall were automatically extinguished without wind, and the hall immediately fell into deathly silence and darkness .
Wudu broke out in a cold sweat, and immediately knelt down firmly: "Your Majesty, calm down!"
Anger and pain intertwined, setting off a monstrous frenzy in his heart.Although Fanchen didn't say a word, the invisible coercion spread, forcing Wudu until he spat out a mouthful of blood.
After a long time, so long that Wudu's whole body froze, thinking that he was about to die, the terrible pressure subsided a little, and Fanchen said coldly in the dark: "You go and see him yourself, I would rather kill him by mistake than let him go!" , if there is any change, report it to me immediately."
"Subordinate, ahem... obey orders."
Mozun dared to put a suspected undercover monk of the immortal sect under his nose, so he was naturally full of confidence - wherever he went, even the troubles of Songhua City could not hide from his eyes.However, he watched the changes for several days, only to find that apart from that brat Xi Ling's face getting rounder and rounder, Shen Xun didn't make any mistakes, and he couldn't be more content with cooking and cooking every day, without even trying Walk out of the back kitchen courtyard and explore other places in Duxu Palace.
He is too honest, as if he not only knows how many pairs of eyes are always following behind him, but also knows that there is another line of sight watching him all the time.
In fact, as long as the Mozun does not move, Shen Xun will be unable to hold back any plans sooner or later, but watching Xi Ling happily eat three meals, two snacks, and one supper every day, the demon cultivators show an unprecedented passion for ingredients , Fanchen is really a little impatient - he knows too much about the promise of Moxiu, if this continues, these bastards will turn against him sooner or later, and recommend Shen Xun as the new Mozun.
So on the tenth night when Shen Xun entered Songhua City, Mozun finally condescended to visit the back kitchen that he hadn't set foot in for decades.
The small courtyard was kept clean. There were two large water tanks under the eaves, a row of ceramic jars, and a bunch of dried quail and turtledoves hung on simple wooden shelves. On the snowy ground, it seems that an independent warm corner has been opened up in this cold winter day.
A sharp pain suddenly rose in Fanchen's heart, and he took a step back subconsciously, as if he did not step into an ordinary small courtyard, but stepped into the world of mortals from the icy and snowy Songhua City.
Before he could figure out where the pinprick-like emotion came from, Xiling's chattering voice floated out from the open door: "What are you doing? I managed to get it back How can they eat their eggs if they are buried in the ashes!"
"Don't shout, those who don't know think I buried you." Shen Quehan squatted in front of the stove, carefully buried the bird's eggs in the ashes, "pass me the tea on the table. When it's ready, this It's a specialty of your Songhua City, you know?"
boom!
The strong wind slammed open the door, and the black figure was swept by the wind and snow, and it slashed into the back kitchen like lightning. Shen Quehan immediately touched the kitchen knife with his backhand, but he couldn't outrun the opponent, and was grabbed by the wrist——the knife His hand was as hard as iron, as cold as ice, with the dominance of a one-hit kill, but at this moment he was trembling uncontrollably.
Xi Ling gasped.
Their Demon Realm Lord, who is always above the wind and snow, stood in the chicken feathers and grabbed the new cook's wrist like a lost child.The silver mask blocked his face, only a pair of eyes reflected the fragmentary lights, clearly he couldn't see any expression, but it seemed that he couldn't hide any emotions.
To be honest, Shen Quehan was also in a daze at the moment, he had long been prepared for his identity to be revealed, but he never expected it to be at this moment.A person like him who is good at controlling everything in his own hands, even if he doesn't turn out to surprise the world with a sword like it is often written in the scriptures, he must choose a suitable opportunity to reveal his identity calmly—I haven't heard of it It's not legendary that any sword fairy was pulled out of the kitchen by someone!
"you……"
Before he opened his mouth, he still hesitated, thinking whether he should try to argue and struggle again, but as soon as he made a sound, he saw Mozun's eyes flicker violently.
"is that you?"
Even Xi Ling, who is heartless and never knows how to read people's faces, can hear the pain in these words and the almost humble begging.
All the guards fell apart in an instant, and the hundred years of wasted time finally came to consciousness, washing away the life and death like a moat, and turning it into an infinitely gentle sigh.
"How did you recognize it?"
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(Aria) Ah~ What a romantic reunion in the chicken feathers~