"Go! Make a pile of fire and roast it yourself." Old man Daoyi said to Peng Bai who came over while eating rabbit meat.

Peng Bai immediately turned around and walked away. Those who knew the times were heroes. Peng Bai was a model of respecting the elderly and loving the young, not to mention that he could not compete with the two elderly people at all, so obedience was the best way.

Peng Bai had enough wood in a week, and it was not difficult to make a fire. Sitting next to a new bonfire, Peng Bai put the skewers of chicken on the fire to bake, while peeking at the two old men with their eyes squinted and eating rabbit meat in a big pot. The saliva was almost a fountain.

Peng Bai is not unfamiliar with barbecue. His favorite lamb kebab is a type of barbecue. Now he has just changed the ingredients to barbecue. So Peng Bai skillfully smeared salad oil on the surface of the chicken, and then smeared salt, MSG, soy sauce and other seasonings on the chicken.

Peng Bai flipped the chicken boredly, allowing the chicken to heat evenly to prevent the chicken from being battered outside and still being raw inside.

After licking the flames, the unique fragrance of roasted chicken filled the air. Peng Bai carefully looked at the two old men and found that the two old men were still attacking the rabbit meat. He turned his back to the two old men and secretly cut a small piece of chicken with a food carving knife, and then carefully put the chicken into his mouth.

"Woo!" Peng Bai almost swallowed his tongue. The first time he had roasted chicken, it was so perfect, the roast was slightly black, but the golden chicken was exposed in the black, which mixed the flavor of the ingredients in the chicken's belly, without the smell of fishy smell, replaced by a fragrance that echoed in the nasal cavity and mouth.

"Boy, next time you steal it, you'll prepare to roll the bed and go home!" Peng Bai was enjoying the deliciousness of the chicken in his mouth, and suddenly he was hit on his head, and then he heard the words of the old man Daoyi.

Peng Bai quickly sat upright and turned his body halfway so that the two greedy old men could observe the integrity of the chicken. Peng Bai has really learned his lesson now. He doesn't want to roast a chicken and become Sakyamuni. The image of a bag full of bags is really ugly. The monk doesn't care. Peng Bai is ready to say goodbye to his virginity!

After an hour and a half cooking, the roast chicken was finally finished. Smelling the scent of the nose, Peng Bai really wanted to try it as a Sakyamuni and eat it once. However, for his glorious image, Peng Bai endured the endless pain in his heart, trembling with his hands, and handed the roast chicken full of temptation, which seduced the greedy ones in his stomach to the two old men, Daoyi and Daoyi.

"We only like to eat chicken legs and chicken wings, and the rest belongs to you." Old Man Daoyi smiled and tore off the two chicken legs and handed them to Old Man Daoyi, then tore off the two chicken wings, and handed the remaining chicken to Peng Bai.

Peng Bai held the roast chicken with only his body left, and I don’t know if he should thank him or complain, but eating is better than not, so Peng Bai was not polite and started chewing it directly.

"It smells good, it smells good." Peng Bai exclaimed while eating. It was not that Peng Bai boasted that this grilled chicken was the best barbecue thing he had ever eaten. Even if he had eaten kebabs at the school gate before, it was definitely not as delicious as this one.

"Well! It's really good. I can't tell you are still very talented! I decided..." Old Man Daoyi also ate with smiles and ate all the delicious foods in the world. This was the first time he had eaten them. The taste of chicken and seasonings were perfectly combined. After just the right amount of roasting, the golden chicken skin, the tender and fragrant chicken. Such roasted chicken is rare in the world.

"Grandpa Daoyi, what have you decided?" Peng Bai's eyes lit up when he heard the old man Daoyi's words. Could it be that because of his roast chicken, Daoyi and Daoyi, the old man Daoyi, decided to teach him the real skills of his sword?

"Well! I decided..." Old man Daoyi spit out the chicken bones, then nodded and said, "I decided that you will grab at least two pheasants every day to roast them for us to eat."

The roast chicken in Peng Bai's hand fell to the ground, and Peng Bai almost cried. This was also a decision? Oh! This was really a decision, but this decision seemed to be useless to him at all, and it seemed to be of no use to his sword skills.

Peng Bai's hard days have begun. Every morning, Peng Bai has to chop wood for an hour, and then use the monkey fruit to practice knife skills. It is completely independent. The two old men can only give some advice to Peng Bai. At noon, they eat the monkey fruit that they practice in the morning, set traps in various parts of the forest in the afternoon, and practice meat-cutting skills in the evening, and prepare the two old men's supper and their own supper. These are just basic training. If the monkey fruit is not enough, Peng Bai will also have to travel back and forth from the wooden house to Liu'er Mihou Valley to bring back enough monkey fruit.

Peng Bai always thought that his sword skills and his cooking skills were over, because he practiced his sword skills now, no difference than before, or the only difference was that he had much less time to practice his sword skills now, and every time he practiced his sword skills, there were always one or two supervisors around him. If he was lazy or failed to meet the requirements, he would have to be a few tricks on Sakyamuni's head or butt, a unique skill of the swordsman - the shadowless foot.

"Fatty, from today on, you don't have to chop wood. You can practice eating sculpting when chopping wood." One morning, when Peng Bai was about to start his day's work, Old Man Dao Yi called Peng Bai.

"That's great, my hard days are finally over." Peng Bai shouted loudly in his heart.

"Also, I have to travel back and forth once a day from now on, bring twenty monkey fruits back to practice knife skills." Dao Yi saw the joy between Peng Bai's eyebrows and continued.

Peng Bai was stunned when he heard this. There was no problem with the monkey fruit. There were countless monkey fruits in the monkey fruit forest. I guess he would never pick them all in his life. Moreover, those monkeys were as respectful as they saw the boss when they saw him. Not only would they not attack him, but they would even help him pick monkey fruits. But this place was originally a forest! On the way to pick monkey fruits, Peng Bai encountered two wild boars on the way to pick monkey fruits. If the wild boar hadn't seen Peng Bai and thought he had seen the same kind, Peng Bai might have become the food for the wild boars! What's more, the perverted vines in the forest grew rapidly. If they didn't go there for a few days, the vines set the road again. Every time I went there, I had to work hard to open the way. Now it's going once a day. Isn't this your life?

"That... Grandpa Daoyi, I want to ask why do you need so many monkey fruits?" Peng Bai asked with some depression. Could it be that he wanted to make monkey fruit drinks?

"Of course, it's necessary, because starting tomorrow, you have to practice knife skills and food ejaculation every day with forty monkey fruits. Forty ones, it's almost a whole bag! Also, I've eaten not very fresh monkey fruit these days, and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. For the sake of health, this monkey fruit must be picked every day, so as not to be sick in this place and not be able to find a doctor." Old Man Daoyi's reason is very far-fetched, but it's also a reason. If Peng Bai hadn't been soaked in cold sweat all over his body, these reasons would still be valid.

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Chapter completed!