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In the northern part of Chestnut City, in a lake that was connected by Shui Tianyi, an old man in a bamboo hat was quietly fishing on a tree stump. Beside him, there were a few carp in a fish basket.

Holding his breath, the fishing line began to move slightly. The old man raised his arm and fiercely raised the bamboo pole, and a fat fish flew out from the pond. With a shake of his wrist, the fish accurately fell into the fish basket.

The old man frowned slightly, he did not seem happy, but immediately shook his head: "This young brother, I have recognized the wrong person, this old man is just an ordinary fisherman, and not that Old Man Bajing you mentioned, if Young Noble has nothing to do, it would be better for you to let the rule out, this old man still needs to go back and boil some fish soup for Little Sun!"

"Alright, I'll go and catch some for you." Looking at the cute gluttonous cat, Mu Tu couldn't help but scratch her nose and went over to fish.

Seeing Mu Tu walk over, Wen Wen actually winked at Feng Ya who was beside him, "Big sister Feng Ya, do you need any ingredients to make the fish? Let's let Tu Tu catch the fish first. "

With an elegant mind, she said in a clear voice: "This Underground Lake's meat is the most delicious. It only needs a portion of wild ginger from the mountains and some bamboo shoots to taste the most delicious. "The winter bamboo shoots are already past the frost, and now is the time for them to have a sweet and refreshing taste."

"Sister Feng Ya, let's go find some wild ginger and bamboo shoots first!" Wen Wen turned and left while leaning on Feng Ya. With a light step, she entered the depths of the bamboo forest and disappeared without a trace.

On the other side of the pool, the Old Man Bajing who had left earlier in a carefree manner suddenly came out, "Two girls, you want to find the wild ginger in the mountains with weather like this? It's not like it's just wishful thinking, alright, I can help out, let's see what kind of craftsmanship this young lady has."

After washing off the water and soaking the fish in wild ginger juice for nearly half an incense of time, Feng Ya stewed the fish broth with a bamboo tube to make the fish broth, and then added in a few pieces of winter bamboo shoots to simmer. After washing the water and soaking the fish in wild ginger juice for nearly half an incense of time, Feng Ya took off the bamboo tube and was about to pour the fish broth, when suddenly, someone behind her shouted.

"Slow down, divide it into 4 parts. I want to try it too." Old Man Bajing suddenly jumped out from the bamboo forest behind him. In the blink of an eye, he was already standing next to Feng Ya, staring blankly at the bamboo tube in Feng Ya's hands.

The three of them feigned shock, and immediately saw Old Man Bajing already casually sitting in front of Mu Tu, taking down the iron bottle gourd on his waist, pulling out the stopper, and the aroma of wine filling the air. He gulped down a few mouthfuls, then handed the iron gourd to Mu Tu and said, "Kid, come and drink a few mouthfuls."

The difference in attitude between them was obvious, but Mu Tu did not dare slight them, respectfully taking the bottle gourd, and gulping it down, the wine flowed down his throat, a warm current flowed through his esophagus into his stomach, he immediately spat out a mouthful of foul air, and bellowed: "Good wine!"

On the other side, elegance had already split the fish soup into four portions and poured it into a bamboo bowl. The soup was thick and white, and the soup was clear and transparent.

Seeing that Old Man Bajing was staring at the bamboo bowl in his hand, his throat moved as if he was swallowing saliva. He laughed in his heart and handed over the bowl with the most delicious fish head to Old Man Bajing.

The Old Man Bajing was overjoyed. He reached out and took the fish soup, sniffing the air beside the bowl, then gobbled it up cleanly like a whirlwind. As he ate, he praised, "Good, this fish soup is really delicious.

Feng Ya smiled and handed another bowl to Old Man Bajing.

"How can that be, the three of you have not eaten yet?" The old man asked politely, but still reached out to grab the bamboo bowl, and a moment later, only a few fish bones remained to eat. He patted his stomach, and then looked at Feng Ya and said to Mu Tu.

"Kid, this daughter-in-law of yours really married the right person. Her skills are not inferior to the chefs in the palace."

Mu Tu immediately blushed red, he did not dare say yes, but he did not know how to reply. Old Man Bajing laughed when he saw this, but he did not ignore the pouting Wen Wen who was beside him, staring at him unwaveringly.

A stream of inner strength flowed down along the dragon bone, and after a while, he nodded his head, "No wonder it's so strange, your cultivation method and the Huashan Sect's Purple Clouds Divine Art are opposites, no matter how hard you cultivate, your progress will not be very fast, no matter what you do, it's impossible for you to become my disciple, because my method is most suitable for someone as hardworking as you."

"Smelly old man, let go of me, my master is Mu Aixing, my father is the leader of the Huashan Sect, I will not acknowledge you as my master." Wen Wen frantically twisted his body as he tried to struggle free from the Old Man Bajing's palms.

"Master, I guessed it long ago, in this martial arts technique of Eternal Heart Lanfang, only Seven Fiends Sect knows it. My good disciple, your technique is simple and practical, it does not conflict with your training of Eternal Heart Lanfang. With your cultivation in second-rate master, the chances of you winning against me are not high. " Old Man Bajing smiled and shook his head at Mu Tu, then looked at him in anticipation.

Two red and blue figures suddenly jumped out from the forest behind him. Before Old Man Bajing and Mu Tu could react, they disappeared.