Chapter 338

She reversed her wrist, as if it was broken, and in the ring, the rushing cow galloped away. She moved her hands together, grabbed the two Xuanji knives beside her, and slashed forward abruptly.

Three cold lights passed by, but her figure was ten meters away from the stove. Looking at the galloping cow, it was still galloping, and she had no idea of ​​stopping. At this moment, the hearts of everyone around were raised.

"Mu!" The cow in the Mercedes-Benz shouted with its head held high, but his legs trembled, and he threw himself at Feng Qingge's feet. Not a drop of blood was spilled.

brush!

Bu Jinyu's face was even more ugly. He couldn't practice such knife skills. Feng Qingge is only twenty years old now, how could he have practiced such a sword skill!

After taking the beef meat, Feng Qingge didn't stop there, put down the Xuanji knife in her hand, and waved her right hand lightly. The burning stick, which was the size of an ear stud, immediately became the length of a rolling pin, split into two, and her eyes closed slightly. , holding the fire stick in his hand, and slammed it down.

If the fire stick is still awake now, I am afraid that Feng Qingge would have been scolded to death, and dare to use it to beat beef, and such a fat man often uses fire sticks for barbecues!

"Bang bang bang..." Her hands were constantly beating on the flesh, leaving only an afterimage. She didn't care about other people's eyes at all. At the moment when the flesh was completely beaten into foam, the ghost knife appeared, and the series of The action made everyone stunned.

"Haha..." The shallow laughter came out, Su Xiaoyin didn't know when he took the guzheng on the side, plucked the strings at will, and sang in a clear voice: "The chilling cicada is desolate, it is late to the long pavilion, and it is raining heavily. First break..."

It was actually Yu Linling that Feng Qingge subconsciously said just now. She was just a temporary composition, and the desolate music reverberated. In her singing, it seemed completely different.

The people sitting around also slowly closed their eyes, listening to Su Xiaoyin's tune, looking at Feng Qingge in a trance, and continued to work on the stove.

"Passionate has hurt parting since ancient times, and it's even more neglected in the Qingqiu Festival. Where will you wake up tonight? Willow bank, the wind and the moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who will you tell me!" At the end of the dragon's turn, Feng Qingge put down the ghost knife in his hand, and Su Xiaoyin continued to sing.

Her hands were very fast, and she took out the three-tiered plate and placed it in the steam. It was very ethereal. She closed the last lid, Feng Qingge wiped her fingers, looked at Su Xiaoyin indifferently, nodded and smiled, as a thank you. .

Su Xiaoyin also smiled, the last note fell, she took the drink from the side and drank it quietly.

"Your Majesty, please taste." The five words brought everyone back to reality. The tactful and sad singing made people palpitate. Coupled with Su Xiaoyin's singing voice, all the people felt sour in their hearts, not a good taste.

Ok?

The awakened people hurriedly looked at the central stove, not knowing when the moon was in the sky, they were so intoxicated in the song, did they forget the time?

Luoran was even more embarrassed, and was actually brought into the song by Su Xiaoyin, but, did Feng Qingge do it so quickly?

Looking at the things on the third floor, Luo Ran almost burst out laughing, the light in her eyes flashed, and she smiled disdainfully: "Princess Cen, this is what you did? Sect Master Baili did in heaven and on earth, There is only one set, what are you doing like this, don’t think that you can win after a few layers.”

"Emperor, everyone has their own heaven and earth in their hearts, and their moods and temperaments are different, so the things they make are naturally different. If the little princess can make it, she is already superior to others. I would like to try it. What is this dish? What does it smell?" The corners of his mouth raised upwards, and Su Xiaoyin was about to reach out.

Just not waiting for Luoran to speak, Su Jinger on the side was angry, slammed the table on the table, and said angrily: "Enough, look at what kind of pedigree you are, don't think that His Royal Highness is pampering you, you can do whatever you want. Today It's a dinner party for the adults of Jiahai, what's your business, don't step back quickly, what are you doing here shamelessly!"

"Oh?" Raising his eyebrows slightly, Su Xiaoyin couldn't help but feel amused, his eyes fell on Yuzhi, and he said softly, "Then, Lord Jia Hai, can I eat it?"

"Naturally." Without any extra words, Yuzhi put down his glass and said, not taking this matter to heart at all.

Su Jing'er was so angry that her whole body trembled, she quickly turned around to look at Murong Hao, and cried out in a mournful voice, "Your Majesty, in front of Lord Jia Hai, you cannot tolerate her rambling."

"Shut up, the lord agreed, what are you doing!" Murong Hao didn't want to listen to Su Jing'er's words, he immediately pushed her away, with his beard up to both sides, he said with a smile, "Xiao Yin, right, what do you think? Eat as you like, this dish is meant to be eaten by people, come, eat, eat, and see what it's all about..."

Murong Hao had already lifted the hood in front of him, but the white smoke that spewed out dissipated, shrouding the surroundings, as if he were in a fairyland.

The smog that covered the sky completely blocked the moonlight, making it hazy and unable to see anything clearly. Gradually, in the white fog, the little starlight flashed, faintly, illuminating the dark night. It was as if the stars in the sky tonight were drawing different patterns.

The breeze is gradually rising, and white smoke is gently floating, and in front of the eyes, the thick fog is gradually dissipating, the white jade pillars, the columns are red and green, and where the clouds are alternated, there are vaguely floating figures, like They were dancing, and they seemed to be busy in the air, and they could never be seen.

"Is this an immortal?" Watching all the people in front of them, their eyes widened, and they couldn't help swallowing, watching this incredible scene. The picture in the sky is now truly presented in front of their eyes, so how can they not be shocked!

Looking closer, they actually stepped on this cloud and mist, with those stars beside them! On the top of the head, the three lotus stone pillars are in full bloom, and the fairy energy is lingering.

Just when they wanted to get closer to this fairyland, their feet sank, like weightlessness, and fell towards the bottom, and the stars were still above their heads, but at this moment, where are they still looking at the moon? On the pavilion, there are no trees around, the breeze in my ears is constant, enjoying the breath of the sun, as if smelling the taste of early spring, light, sweet, hard to let go.

And the stars that filled the sky divided the night into two, as if it was blocked by something, which made people feel inexplicable pressure. It's as if the sky is different, making people feel chest tight.