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

The light of the fire shone on the room, instantly blinding Ling Chi and Shuang'er's 24K krypton gold dog eyes.

The desks between the walls in the Kuang room are full of antiques and curios, famous paintings and calligraphy books, and none of them are priceless boutiques.Pearl jade, emerald agate even shines faintly under the firelight.

"Brother...Brother." Shuang'er hugged Ling Chi's arm and said excitedly, "We're getting rich."

"Calm down, calm down." Ling Chi put one hand on his hip, as if pointing the country: "We are going to become immortals and ancestors in the future. What is this little wealth in the world? It's just some stupid things."

Shuang'er looked at him with admiration: As expected of an elder brother, the realm of thought is high.

"Hey? Brother, what are you doing?"

Ling Chi put these antique treasures into the God of Cooking space, and said, "It's easy to rot if you put it here, put it away and keep it."

"Didn't you say that these things are all things?"

"It's a stuff, but it can be exchanged for money, and you can buy things with money. The cost of firewood, rice, oil and salt is so high, I have to think about having so many mouths at home!"

"..."

……

After collecting the things in the small room, Ling Chi saw that the room was almost empty, so he went to the small room with Shuang'er.

Dou: One Dou of rice, two Dou of rice, not bent over for five Dou of rice, unit of measurement, means small.

Small room: a house as small as a bucket, which describes a very small room.

There is a felt curtain hanging in the small underground room, and when the curtain is pulled back, two jade coffins appear in front of you.

"Is this a coffin?" Shuang'er was surprised when she saw the coffin made of jade, "What a luxurious coffin."

"It's really extravagant." Ling Chi nodded, and said in his heart: the bones of Huang Yaoshi and Feng Heng should be inside.

Come to think of it, there was still no autopsy.

People are already dead, so it is wrong to enter their tombs and loot a lot of treasures. If the coffin of the deceased is moved, it will be too bad.

"Let's not disturb the deceased by opening the coffin," Ling Chi said.

Shuang'er nodded.

Holding the torch and looking around, Shuang'er suddenly exclaimed: "It's so beautiful!"

Ling Chi followed the prestige and saw a hand-painted portrait hanging on the wall facing the front of the jade coffin.

The painting has turned yellow and is covered with a lot of dust, but it is difficult to conceal the youth and beauty of the people in the painting.

This is a beautiful and elegant woman, especially those eyes, full of wisdom and agility, very expressive.

Ling Chi's eyes lit up, this is Feng Heng!

She is indeed the woman who gave birth to Huang Rong, and she is indeed the woman whom Dongxie Huang Yaoshi loves all her life and will never change until death.

Just a picture is heartbreaking, if a real person is here, what kind of beauty and heavenly fragrance would it be?

No wonder Huang Yaoshi lives in seclusion here, his wife is so beautiful, he definitely doesn't want too many people to see her.

"Brother, this should be Feng Heng, Huang Yaoshi's wife, right?" Shuang'er said self-ashamedly.

Ling Chi nodded: "It should be."

"It's so beautiful." Shuang'er looked at Feng Heng's portrait and sighed softly, "If only Shuang'er could be half as beautiful as her."

Ling Chi chuckled, and said: "My Shuang'er is no worse than her. In terms of gentleness and consideration, no one can compare with Shuang'er."

Shuang'er immediately smiled, even though she knew it was comforting words, it still made her heart sweeter than honey.

All women are the same, they like sweet talk, and Shuang'er is no exception.

……

Ling Chi did not take this portrait, it was Huang Yaoshi's only sustenance, so let this painting accompany them until it disappears!

Leaving the tomb, Ling Chi closed the underground passage again.

Looking at the moss-covered tombstone, he said, "Come and clean it regularly in the future! After all, we have occupied the magpie's nest, and we have benefited from it. We must pay back one or two."

Shuang'er nodded: "Don't worry, brother, I will clean it myself in the future."

Ling Chi smiled slightly, and then noticed that there were many beautiful flowers of different kinds growing around, which seemed very rare.

"It's quite beautiful here, no wonder Huang Yaoshi chose this place as a burial place."

"It's very beautiful, but it's too messy." Shuang'er looked at the flowers and said, "I'll go and ask the green bamboo man later, he has a lot of research on gardening techniques."

"Then leave it to you."

……

Late at night, God of Cooking space, farm.

Ling Chi put the moldy books he got from the tomb to dry in the sun, and said to everyone: "These are the precious books I got from Huang Yaoshi's tomb on Peach Blossom Island. Many of the contents are too obscure. Which of you can understand them?" ?"

These books include astronomy and geography, five elements and gossip, Qimen Dunjia, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, farmland water conservancy, economic strategy, and even food. Although Ling Chi is a liberal arts student, the classical Chinese he learned in high school is really good. Limited, even if he read some miscellaneous notes of Taoism in Huashan School, he could only understand [-] to [-]% of these books.

He was ashamed, and felt that he, the number one scholar in liberal arts in the city, would have been illiterate in ancient times.If Huang Yaoshi was reborn in modern times, he would definitely be the most talented person in the world.

The literary literacy of the ancients is terrible.

"This is..." Liu Zhengfeng and Qu Yang noticed a sheet of music at the same time. After picking it up and flipping through it, they trembled with excitement: "Guangling San! This is Guangling San!"

"Guangling San!?" Ren Yingying and Lv Zhuweng were startled, and immediately came over.

The four chatted and chatted while reading the music score, and even tried to reproduce the Guangling Sanqin music.

"Ahem!" Ling Chi coughed dryly twice, and said, "I have no objection to you exchanging folk arts, but can you translate these books for me first?"

The four felt a little embarrassed at once, and reluctantly put down the Guangling San music score.

Liu Zhengfeng stroked his beard and said, "I will translate these books for Ling Shaoxia, but what if Ling Shaoxia encounters similar problems in the future?"

Ling Chi asked: "What does the third master mean?"

Liu Zhengfeng said: "Liu is not talented, I would like to teach Ling Shaoxia homework."

"..."

All right!Originally, he chose the liberal arts class because he liked cultural classes. Liu Zhengfeng, a well-learned cultural person, was willing to help him improve his literary literacy, and he had no reason to refuse.