Tian Yuan

This old man's name is Yan Ze.

Nickname: Old Chef.

Cangyuzhou is his hometown. He was originally trapped at the peak of the eighth step of the Divine Bridge and had no hope of going any further. Fortunately, he met Chen Qingyuan and gained a great opportunity, which allowed him to break through the bottleneck and become one of the top existences in the world.

He stayed in the realm of enlightenment for a while, but found it boring, so he returned to his hometown to live a quiet life.

"My dear, what is your name?"

Yan Ze broke the silent atmosphere and asked.

"Zhang Moli."

Chen Qingyuan smiled and said the name of this life.

After muttering it several times to himself and searching in his sea of ​​consciousness for a long time, Yan Ze confirmed that he had no impression of it, and the suspicion on his face increased a little.

Weird!

Where does this sense of familiarity come from? How did this person get here?

Yan Ze's eyes were deep as he kept examining Chen Qingyuan. The more he looked, the weirder it seemed. It was as if a layer of mist had risen in front of his eyes, obscuring certain things and making it impossible to see clearly.

"How did you get in?"

Yan Ze asked again.

"Just walked in."

There was a hint of teasing in Chen Qingyuan's eyes as he looked at his old friend.

"..."

Nonsense, everyone knows that you walked in. There are many restrictions around, I am asking what means you used to break them.

Such a tone, such a look.

The sense of familiarity that welled up from Yan Ze's heart became stronger and stronger.

Staring deeply at the person in front of me, it seemed as if the figure in my memory was gradually overlapping with that of a person in my memory.

impossible!

As soon as this thought came to mind, Yan Ze cut it off.

That person is still in seclusion in the realm of enlightenment, how could he appear here? Moreover, the two people's cultivation realms are vastly different, living in different worlds, and there is no intersection between them.

"clatter!"

Suddenly, Chen Qingyuan took a step forward and stepped on the water.

A circle of ripples appeared where the footsteps landed and spread out in all directions.

He strode towards the ancient pavilion with a calm and relaxed manner.

There's something evil about this kid!

Yan Ze had already entered the realm of quasi-emperor. For the first time, he felt that the young cultivators below the golden elixir stage were hiding many secrets, which were shrouded in mystery and difficult to see through.

Looking at Chen Qingyuan striding towards him, Yan Ze looked a little disheveled.

"Get me a fish to try."

Not long after, Chen Qingyuan stood in the ancient pavilion, looked at his old friend closely, and stated his request.

"..."

Hearing this, Yan Ze felt extremely complicated and hesitated to speak.

The young man's tone sounded very much like an acquaintance.

On the surface, he appears to be a cultivator below the Golden Elixir stage, but his every move and gesture exudes an immortal charm that transcends this mundane world.

The more I looked at him and thought about him, the more I felt that he was not a simple person.

Suppressing his restless mood, Yan Ze decided to observe for a while longer, and said calmly, "You can catch the fish yourself."

After saying that, Yan Ze pointed to the fishing rod next to him.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you later."

Chen Qingyuan agreed.

He immediately picked up the fishing rod and started fishing.

In order to test whether this person is really extraordinary, Yan Ze secretly uses invisible laws to cover the entire lake, preventing any fish from taking the bait.

After doing this, Yan Ze thought Chen Qingyuan would stand there stupidly for a long time, so he sat aside, sipping tea and observing slowly.

Who would have thought that a slap in the face would come so quickly. As soon as Chen Qingyuan threw the fishing hook into the water, a fat green fish took the hook and held on to it tightly, refusing to let go.

The measures arranged by Yan Ze had no effect at all.

Seeing this, Yan Ze's face changed drastically. He couldn't believe it and cried out in his heart: "How is this possible!"

"Here, I leave it to you."

Chen Qingyuan placed the fish on the table and sat down in the empty seat without hesitation, eating cakes and drinking tea.

"You...you are..."

Yan Ze stood up suddenly and took half a step towards Chen Qingyuan, his eyes wide open and his speech slurred.

He was sure that there was nothing wrong with his method, so the problem was with the person in front of him.

What kind of person can ignore his own laws and power?

There are not many people in this world who can easily break through the means set up by Yan Ze.

With that familiar feeling from the depths of his soul, Yan Ze boldly guessed: "Your Excellency... Your Excellency?"

"I want grilled fish."

Chen Qingyuan smiled faintly at Yan Ze, acknowledged his identity, and suggested how to cook the fish.

"I haven't eaten it for hundreds of years. I'm dying of greed."

In the past, he often retreated and didn't have much appetite. After more than three hundred years of reincarnation, eating earthly food every day, Chen Qingyuan missed Lao Yan very much, or more precisely, he missed the delicious food Lao Yan made.

"It's really you!" Yan Ze was extremely excited and laughed: "Why are you here? And you look like this?"

"It's a long story." Chen Qingyuan didn't mind chatting with his good friend in detail, but now he was too lazy to talk, so he hurriedly urged: "Let's talk later, hurry up and cook."

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

Yan Ze was proud to cook for Chen Qingyuan. This was a job that others could never dream of getting.

Yan Ze just waved his hand, and a chopping board and a pile of ingredients appeared in the ancient pavilion.

Moreover, he also took out the kitchen knife that was promoted to a quasi-imperial weapon.

Concentrate on cooking the herring.

After a while, the dish was served on the table.

Smelling the rich aroma of fish, Chen Qingyuan couldn't wait to pick up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth. It was tender, sweet and extremely delicious.

"Your craftsmanship is still good!"

Chen Qingyuan exclaimed in admiration.

Lao Yan’s cooking skills are extremely superb. Looking back over the years, it would be difficult to find someone who can compare with him.

"As long as Your Majesty likes it."

Hearing Chen Qingyuan's praise, Yan Ze was happy from the bottom of his heart and felt proud of it.

"I never thought I'd run into you on this trip."

Drinking fine wine and eating delicious food, Chen Qingyuan felt very comfortable and felt that he would finally not have to suffer in this life.

"Your Majesty, aren't you in the realm of enlightenment? How did you become like this?"

Yan Ze fried a few more dishes and placed them on the table. After he was done, he sat opposite Chen Qingyuan and raised the questions in his mind, wanting an answer.

"Enlightenment."

Chen Qingyuan dismissed it with just one word.

"Oh."

Yan Ze seemed to understand but not quite, and stopped asking questions.

"What about you? Why are you here?"

Chen Qingyuan ate the delicious food and looked up.

"I miss my hometown and come back to visit."

Yan Ze was born in Cangyu Prefecture.

"I mean, why are you near Xuanling Holy Land?"

As far as Chen Qingyuan knows, Yan Ze has nothing to do with Xuanling Holy Land.

"I came here with fellow Daoist Wang. Seeing the beautiful scenery here, I lived in seclusion here. It has been more than 30 years."

Yan Ze explained in detail.

"Old Wang is here too."

Chen Qingyuan was surprised when he heard the news.

"Yes." Yan Ze nodded slightly.

"Following the order of our ancestor, I am sending you a pot of fine wine."

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant sound came from outside the restriction.