The God of Cooking in the World of Martial Arts and Immortals

Ling Chi looked contemptuous, and the Songshan disciples who followed were also very embarrassed.The head of the family lost face in public, and it was not a person who lost face. They were the ones who were secretly ridiculed by the Huashan faction.

"Master!"

Zuo Lengchan was awakened, and when he learned that he had lost his composure after eating Guokui, his face turned red immediately, and he left in embarrassment.

This Ling Chi must have drugged the old man!

Zuo Lengchan was filled with resentment.

but……

Zuo Lengchan ate up the remaining Guokui in the army.

Really fragrant.

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Chapter 52

In the early morning of February [-]th, Ling Chi first practiced swordsmanship in the Martial Arts Field, and then practiced Hunyuan Kungfu.

A month ago, Ling Chi obtained the Zixia magical skill that only the master can practice.

It is said that Zixia is the number one in Huashan Jiugong, but Ling Chi has not practiced it.

For no other reason, just one point - ugly.

The face of the person who performed the gong was covered with purple energy.

Seeing the "special effect" of Zixia's magical power, Ling Chi felt loveless for a moment.

Look at yourself in the mirror, touch your face.It's better to have a pretty face, but what does the little purple face look like?That's not magical power, it may be cardiovascular disease, which needs to be cured.

After practicing Hunyuan Kungfu, Ling Chi was already covered in sweat.Mei Er obediently handed over a wet towel: "Master, wipe off your sweat!"

Ling Chi took the towel, wiped his sweat and said, "There are a lot of congratulatory guests today, and the meals should be prepared in advance. Later, I will call Shuang'er and Chunxiang to help the young master."

Mei'er covered her mouth and chuckled: "The young master is going to be the head of the sect, but he still can't forget his old job!"

"Who said the head can't cook?" Ling Chi threw the towel to her: "It's rare that there are so many guests from all over the world, young master, of course I have to treat them well."

Zhu'er walked over: "Master, the hot water is ready, come take a bath and change clothes!"

At this time the sun was rising, Ling Chi took a deep breath: "Here we come."

……

"Licheng!"

After a relatively complicated process, Ling Chi was officially crowned as the head of the Huashan School under the witness of countless congratulators from all corners of the country.

"Thank you for coming to our Huashan School to watch the ceremony in your busy schedule. To express our gratitude, Ling Chi personally cooks for all of you today. Please also move to the square at the foot of the mountain."

Countless people were dumbfounded by Ling Chi's words.

The head of the Huashan School personally cooks for congratulatory guests?

Is this style of painting not right?

So novel.

But thinking about what happened to Ling Chi in Hengshan City and Heimuya, he felt relieved.

normal operation.

……

In the square at the foot of the mountain, long tables were lined up in rows. Under the guidance of the disciples of the Huashan Sect, congratulators of different levels from each sect sat at separate tables.People in the Buddhist sect who don't eat meat have their own vegetarian dishes to entertain them. Although they are vegetarian dishes, they have made many tricks to make these monks eat very happily.

In the back kitchen, Ling Chi is cooking dishes in a large iron pot, which can cook more than [-] servings, and there are three such big iron pots. The little maids admired it very much.

"Fish-flavored shredded pork is ready, serve!"

"Yes."

"The ground delicacies are ready, let's serve!"

"Yes."

"Sweet and sour gluten is ready, serve!"

"Yes."

A series of delicacies were continuously presented, which opened the eyes of all diners and whetted their appetites.

Master Fangzheng, the abbot of Shaolin, looked at the beautifully prepared vegetarian dishes on the table, and couldn't help admiring: "It is said that Master Ling's culinary skills are unparalleled in the world. Seeing him today, his reputation is indeed well-deserved."

"There is no one worthy of a great reputation." Daoist Chongxu stroked his beard and nodded: "In terms of cooking skills, Master Ling is probably the No. 1 in the past and present."

"That's not necessarily true." Master Fang Zheng smiled and shook his head.

"Oh?" Everyone in the room looked surprised: "Could it be that there is someone better at cooking than Master Ling?"

"It's hard to say in today's world, but 300 years ago, there was a great culinary master in the world."

Hearing this, everyone was even more surprised, Master Dingxian asked: "I don't know what the abbot said?"

"Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea, the heroine Huang Rong." Master Fang Zheng said.

"Huang Rong?" Some people were at a loss, while others were thoughtful.

Daoist Chongxu's eyes flashed brightly: "Could it be the wife of a generation of heroes Guo Jing."

"Daoist Chongxu really has extensive knowledge and memorization." Master Fang Zheng nodded with a smile: "Exactly."

"I don't know where this Huang Rong came from?" The person who didn't know humbly asked for advice.

"Speaking of Huang Nvxia, she has an extraordinary background..." Master Fang Zheng slowly talked about the events of the last years of the Southern Song Dynasty.

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"Mongol troops attacked Xiangyang, Xiangyang City fell, and Guo Jing and Huang Rong were both martyred." At this point, Master Fang Zheng sighed: "It's so beautiful."

Everyone in the audience was dazzled by the sound, and filled with grief and indignation: "Damn Mongolian Tartars!"