"What's the matter?" Bai Rong and this time didn't see anything special. He looked at the master in doubt.

"It's a pity that Lansheng doesn't want to be a cook. A few days ago, when I tasted his cooking skills, I found that he cooked with various herbs, but he didn't have any medicine taste. On the contrary, he was delicious and could be called a heavenly delicacy.

He uses medicine to make dishes all the year round, but the medicinal properties are actually integrated into the iron pot. Of course, this is also because the materials used in the iron pot are too common. If it is really made of top-grade refined gold and silver, even if he has used the pot to make dishes for tens of thousands of years, the medicinal properties will not be integrated into it.

If you cook with this iron pan, even ordinary cooking can make delicious food. The most important thing is that these medicinal herbs are the spirit of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, which imply the way of heaven and earth, but completely melt into the food, and even can not eat half of the medicinal flavor. The long time is of great benefit to the understanding of heaven and earth. Zhang Yidao sighed again and again, and couldn't put down the seemingly ordinary iron pot.

The accumulation and promotion of holy Qi is not important when cultivation reaches his level. The most important thing is to understand the way of heaven and earth. The pot of white fat man may be able to help a lot!

I don't know how much time and effort the white fat man spent on this pot! Thinking of his mistake, Zhang Yidao was moved and ashamed, and burst into tears.

"It turns out that both of them gave me such a big gift. This book, which is colorless, should have something good about it." Excited, together with Zhang, ye colorless gave him the abridged book and began to look through it.

With his powerful idea, ten lines at a glance is naturally not a problem. He turns the pages with his fingers and brushes dozens of pages. But gradually, the speed of turning the pages becomes slower and slower, and his expression becomes extremely wonderful. Sometimes he is happy, sometimes he is sad, sometimes he is gnashing his teeth, sometimes he is sad.

"Master, are you ok?" Looking at master's changeable face, Bai Rong and his worried face appeared alternately.

Although Zhang Yidao has some bad taste and often makes fun of him, as an envoy to the emperor, his mind has been hardened as a rock. For the first time in so many years, he has seen master's mood fluctuate and moody.

"It's OK. It's too moving. It's just too moving." Zhang Yi wiped the tear mark of wipe canthus together, say.

"It's so touching. Let me see." Bai Rong and curiously stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yidao hides the book behind him and looks at Bai Rongyu warily.

"Master, I don't think so. I just look at it, but I don't want to rob you." White Rong and looking at his that guard thief same vision, the heart a burst of helpless.

If it's for the Dao Jun sword, or other natural resources, it's just for him to defend himself. It's just a love story book. Is it necessary to defend himself like this?

"You don't understand, you don't understand, this book is full of ups and downs, and it can be called a peerless book. It's very interesting to savor it carefully. When I see it here, I seem to be back when I was young, and see her again..." Zhang Yi still hid the book behind him, shaking his head with emotion, but only half of it stopped, and his old face turned red.

"What is she, master? Who is she?" Bai Rong and some excited ask a way, rare eight trigrams.