"I'll give you another Na ring. There is a hundred square meters of storage space here, where you can put things. It doesn't look good if you have bare hands..." Feng Qingge agreed, Lan Yu put the Na ring into Feng Qing. song on the finger.
However, at this moment, Feng Qingge captured that sentence, the one who holds the seven stars will solve the world. When she mentioned the word seven stars, her heart trembled inexplicably, and she couldn't help thinking of her Xuanji sword. Reaching out his hand subconsciously, he was about to hold the knife at his waist.
It's just that the other hand was faster than hers, stretched out a little, and the cold light of Ling Lie unsheathed, sweeping around with electricity.
The star power in his hand exploded, wrapping the strange electric current. Blue Rain couldn't help but his eyes brightened. He took a few breaths of cold air and praised: "Good knife, good knife. But, a knife is still not enough. Qingge, send A picture of you."
With the kitchen knife in its sheath, Lan Yu unfolded the picture and laid it flat on the table.
It was just the moment the picture scroll unfolded that Mu Cangyun's expression changed. One of the graphics painted on it is the kitchen knife on Feng Qingge's waist! The other six have never seen him, but... the drawing of the knife Feng Qingge gave to Master Xie is the second one from the upper right, and it is clearer than the picture on this scroll.
"Xuanji Knife..." Having already forgotten the people around her, Feng Qingge reached out her hand subconsciously and pressed it on the scroll. Her heart almost jumped out, the seven kitchen knives above are exactly the Xuanji knives she used at the beginning!
Where are the remaining six kitchen knives, even she doesn't know! For some unknown reason, she touched the scroll with both hands, and she felt the wisps of electric current flash across her palms, as if echoing her.
"Yes, the one who holds the seven stars solves the world. These seven kitchen knives are scattered all over the place, but unfortunately I have no relationship with them. After so long, I only see this one in your hand." Helplessly spread his hands, blue rain saw the wind Qing Ge was still confused, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Look at the last page of the recipe."
"The last page?" Feng Qingge realized it later, and hurriedly turned to the last page. Those black eyes couldn't help tightening, and Feng Qingge only felt her heart twitch fiercely, and she couldn't help taking a breath of cold air.
On the last page, it is her Xuanji sword drawn. It's just one size smaller than the one on the scroll. It is said that it only has the upper part, because it has no content here, as if it was torn apart by someone. But the whole book has already been packaged, and after being reinforced by a special law, there will be no such problem at all.
"The problem is with this Xuanji knife. I think, maybe only the owner of the Xuanji knife can understand what it means. Qingge, as a chef, you should be able to understand the contents of the previous pages, right?" Lan Yu Seeing Feng Qingge surprised, he sat down and took the initiative to open the pages with only a circle in front of him.
The black at the end, the white at the front, and the changing circle in the center reminded her all the time, but her head was in chaos and she couldn't think of anything. What is it, what is she lacking, what is it?
"When you're looking at a piece of white paper, your attention is wandering around on the white paper, and when you're looking at this circled paper, your attention is completely absorbed by that. Attraction. Just like when we cook, once we determine the goal, we will be attracted to it all. The attention is highly concentrated, and the food we make is much stronger than the one with the foreign object. This is the difference between intentional and unintentional." Reaching out and pressing on his heart, Lan Yu laughed softly.
His slender fingers swept across the paper, landed on the last page, and continued: "And so is the so-called man who holds the seven stars to understand the world. The seven knives are restrained from each other, you already have one of them, you can try to use the one in your hand. Xuanji knives, go find the other six. When Xuanji knives gather, you can make the strongest food."
"What do you mean?" Feng Qingge still couldn't understand, she knew about her Xuanji knife, even more than anyone else, the use of Xuanji knife, the blue rain in front of her explaining Xuanji knife in front of her was nothing more than playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong. But Feng Qingge still couldn't underestimate him.
Nodding Feng Qingge's forehead, Lan Yu smiled and said, "Don't you understand? All the miracles in the world are caused by Xuanji Knife. These seven knives can make healing delicacies, with unimaginable effects. The recipe that I have learned is explained above. The fire of life and the seven-star ghost knife are indispensable."
"Hey, wait, what does this have to do with the Fire of Destiny? It's not an alchemist. What do you want the flame of Destiny to do? Who has the flame of Destiny to be a cook?" Zheng Zixu quickly interjected, the alchemist's The status can be regarded as extremely noble, and a single medicinal pill is enough for everyone to compete for, and even offer a reward with medicinal pills. This kind of occupation, looking at the entire continent, is also pitiful.
There are many people who have the fire of life, and the fire of life can be divided into high and low. The high one can alchemy and forge, while the low one can only be a star teacher honestly. Alchemy and forging are both unique, the alchemist's pills, the blacksmith's weapons and armor, are all necessary things for the battlefield.
Therefore, disciples with a slightly higher natal fire in the family would all go to Chaoyang Sect for training. What's more, there are celestial masters sitting in the town, who dares to mess around?
But Lan Yu handed over the recipe to Feng Qingge, and she also had to ask her to have the fire of her destiny. Isn't this a mess! Completely holding the materials for making the artifact, I went to make an iron pot for cooking.
With so much talent, who wants to be a chef?
"Oh, I forgot to mention, I didn't add Bai Suguo at all in the dish just now, just for fun, to amuse you guys. Study hard, Yu Luo Ling and the recipe are in your hands, so I can rest assured." With an indifferent smile, Lan Yu patted Feng Qingge's head, stood up and said, "Cangyun, if you want to heal your leg, the recipe can help. Unfortunately, I am not the owner of Xuanji Knife, so I can't help you. However, I can get it for you. Materials, heal your wounds with peace of mind. Now that you are married, you have to be obedient and not be petty. Listen to Qingge, you know?"
"This is very good, Second Master." Feng Qingge laughed immediately, looking at Mu Cangyun with some pride.
Mu Cangyun smiled softly and said indifferently: "Just after accepting the apprentice, did this elbow turn towards the outside? After all, we have been friends for several years, so you sold me like this?"
"Look at what you said, how can it be sold. Remember, you are still weak now, so you need the protection of Qingge. When you stand up again, this woman, protect it with your own hands. She, instead of letting her stand in front of you." She patted Mu Cangyun on the shoulder, Lan Yu chuckled lightly.
Zheng Zixu's mouth twitched when he heard these words, isn't it obvious that Lan Yu actually believed that Feng Qingge was the eldest woman, even if it was a repentance of the marriage.
The cold light in his black eyes flashed, and Mu Cangyun's long fingers tapped the wheelchair, his voice was a little cold, and said indifferently: "My own woman, of course I protect myself, you are not qualified to decide, anyone can Not qualified to decide."
"Haha, well, I can't bully Qingge, I can't watch her suffer anymore. There's one more thing to come to Yunguo this time, I think you know it. I'll go to the palace first, then we won't meet again, your medicinal herbs , I will prepare everything for you. In addition...I have time to take Qingge to do a test, her talent is not inferior to yours. Little disciple, do you have any confidence?" Lan Yu smiled lightly. He knew what Mu Cangyun wanted to say. It's just that he suffered the little apprentice he liked, and only hoped that she would not fall in love with this man.