The magistrate of Daliang Prefecture.

Song Qian and Lexue hurriedly ran to the kitchen. Along the way, they saw the bodies of various yamen runners, servants and servants. The two felt very depressed, especially Song Qian, who began to regret his decision to let Wei Ruizao go.

What is the difference between killing innocent people like this and the evil demons and heretics? It is called venting revenge on Song Qian, but what is the difference between such acts of using violence and those who are extremely guilty?

Soon, Song Qian and Lexue finally found the kitchen.

I don’t know if the kitchen is in a hidden place or the simple luck is better, but I was not washed by Wei Ruizao and everything seemed to be well organized. It seems that this chef not only has a good cooking skills, but also works diligently in other things.

Song Qian and Lexue's spiritual sense was released, and they quickly checked the kitchen inside and out, and found that there was only one chef in the huge government kitchen.

You should know that there are at least dozens of people in the government office. These people have three meals a day, plus cleaning dishes, chopsticks and tableware, even if they don’t have to buy ingredients in person, these tasks are definitely a big project. They are completed by only one person, which is almost impossible to complete.

Everyone knows that the big pot rice is not delicious, but this chef can actually make the food in the house into such exquisite food. It seems that he is also a strange person.

He has specialized in his profession, and this chef's attainment in cooking has definitely reached the level of masters, and this level is worthy of respect and recognition.

Song Qian and Lexue did not dare to neglect them. They straightened their clothes and did not push the door directly, but knocked on the door gently first.

"Master, can you hear that something big has happened in the government office. Let's leave us quickly and this is a place of trouble." Song Qian's divine thought had already seen someone inside, so he said outside the door.

Although the old chef inside the room was old, his ears were still sharp. Hearing the door outside, he came to the door and opened the kitchen door. He looked at Song Qian and Lexue outside the door, and said with a smile: "The two friends are here to find me. Is there anything wrong? Is it because the food I made is not suitable for both of you?"

"Of course not. Master, your craftsmanship is really great. My wife and I love it very much, so I came to visit you to see how you made such delicious food. But now someone died in the government office. I'm afraid it will be very troublesome. You should follow us out of here quickly." Song Qian looked at the old chef with white hair and knew that this was an elder, so he bowed and said.

"There is no special secret. You can only be familiar with your skills. When you have cooked food like me for so long, you will naturally be able to make such delicacies. Since the prefect Sha has been retribution, let's leave quickly. Behind me is the back door of the government office, which is usually used to transport the ingredients and miscellaneous items in the canteen. We can leave from there."

The master was very clear-headed, so he packed his luggage and took Song Qian and Lexue out from the back door of the government office.

"What do you call me? Where are you going?" Song Qian asked when he came to the street.

"Old man surnamed Lin, and I have forgotten the full name. You can call me Cook Lin. I heard that there is a mushroom called Hongluo umbrella in the mountains outside the city. Although this mushroom is highly toxic, it is a rare delicacy in the world. I know a way to remove its toxicity and use it to make a bowl of fresh soup that is unique in the world. However, the prefect has never dared to enjoy it, so I failed to get what I wish. Since I have the chance this time, I plan to try it."

Three sentences are inseparable from our own business. Cook Lin’s wishes are all related to cooking. Perhaps only by having such a spirit can we hone our cooking skills to the pinnacle.

Song Qian and Lexue had already visited Daliang Mansion and had already planned to leave here. After hearing what Cook Lin said, he happened to accompany him. In name, he wanted to protect his safety, but in fact he wanted to taste the mushroom soup he had mentioned.

Cook Lin was very happy to hear that Song Qian and Lexue were going together. In his words, "I'm glad someone likes my skills." It seems that he is very hospitable and a person who likes to make friends.

"Old Lin, how old are you this year?" Song Qian looked at Chu Lin's white hair, then looked at his wrinkles on his face, and asked curiously.

"It's so big that I can't remember it myself. If I hadn't had the wish to go, I would have let God take it away long ago." Chu Zi Lin thought for a while and said.

"I think you must be at least seventy years old. It's really enviable to have a body like you in your seventies."

Song Qian had already used his divine thoughts to see the old man in front of him and found that he was just an ordinary old man. It was really rare for such a person to be able to still be responsible for the kitchen of the entire government office at this age.

Cook Lin smiled but no answer.

Several people left the city and soon entered the deserted forest.

It had just rained a few days ago, and a lot of mushrooms were just growing in the forest. The chef of the forest was like a wise horse, and he skillfully walked through the forest. Soon, he collected the mushroom called Hongluo Umbrella.

This mushroom is the same as the name, like a small red umbrella. The umbrella-shaped mushroom has white spores on its head, which looks very bright and a little cute.

But the more beautiful and bright the mushrooms are, the stronger the toxicity. Mushrooms like Hongluo Umbrella are definitely highly toxic. Ordinary people don’t want to eat them, but they may not be able to touch them. No wonder the prefect Sha dare not eat them.

It can be seen that Chu Lin is also careful when picking this mushroom.

Such poisonous mushrooms naturally have no natural enemies in this forest, so they grow very lushly. The umbrella surface is very fat and there are no pests. In terms of appearance, it looks good and looks very attractive.

"Master Lin, can this kind of mushroom be eaten? My husband and I don't care, you should be careful." Lexue reminded kindly,

Le Xue and Song Qian are both practitioners of Taoism. Although this mushroom is poisonous, it cannot do anything to them. But after all, this Cook Lin is just an ordinary old man. If one doesn't handle it well, he may kill him.

"It's okay. The more poisonous it is, the more delicious it is. I will use it to make soup later. It is definitely the best in the world. Even the emperor can't taste it. You have a good time this time."

Since Cook Lin was so persistent, Song Qian and Lexue stopped saying anything and could only help him.

The heat soon started and the pot was set up.

Chu Zi Lin started cooking mushrooms with his own kitchen utensils. He skillfully washed the mushrooms and chopped them up with a knife. The whole set of movements was smooth and flowing, fully reflecting his master-level chef's skills. Just looking at their movements is a kind of beauty.

Seeing Mr. Lin cook with his own eyes, Song Qian and Lexue were deeply attracted. The two of them had never felt this way. They felt that Mr. Lin's movements were not redundant or paused at all. Time was used most during the whole process.

Organized and orderly, this is Tao. It conforms to the basic laws of things and tells the most basic truths in the world.

When Song Qian and Lexue saw this kind of Tao, they were like a ignorant child who opened a door to truth and had a brief glimpse of that profound realm.

"The soup is ready, come and try it!" Cook Lin put a bowl for each of Song Qian and Lexue, and said with a smile.

Song Qian and Lexue came back to their senses from their enlightenment just now and completely forgot when the mushroom soup was prepared.

"Master Lin, don't just visit us, you can drink some too." Lexue said embarrassedly, holding the warm mushroom soup in her hand.

"You drink, you drink, I don't care." Cook Lin said kindly, as a kind as an old man gave the fruit he couldn't bear to eat to his grandchildren.

Song Qian took the mushroom soup and couldn't help but look at the soup pot. He found that the soup that was originally full of soup was only made into these two bowls of soup. He and Lexue each had a bowl, and Mr. Lin himself didn't have a drop.

Song Qian was moved at first, then was shocked. This was a bowl of poisonous mushroom soup. Chu Lin kept saying that it was okay, but in the end it turned into soup. He didn't drink it himself, but gave it to him and the other two. What does this mean?

He should not have the intention to harm others, and he should be wary of others. Song Qian is cautious by nature, and he felt a trace of unusual taste in this matter.

So what is the reason why Cook Lin did this? He is the chef of the prefect and should also be Lord Sha’s confidant. Although he did not kill the entire prefect with his own hands, the matter was caused by himself. If he wanted to take revenge, it seemed that it would make sense?

Just as Song Qian was thinking about it, Le Xue, who was beside him, picked up the soup bowl and tasted it without hesitation.

It is sweet and mellow in the mouth, and it is indeed a delicious food on earth.

Le Xue raised her head and drank the whole bowl of soup. Then she felt a dizzy turn and fainted to the ground immediately!

Cook Lin looked at Lexue, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay!"

"Xue'er!" Song Qian just realized something was wrong and wanted to stop him, but he was still one step too late.

Lexue drank mushroom soup and lost consciousness. Her body involuntarily softened and fell backwards.

Song Qianyi raised his hand and threw away the soup bowl in his hand, hurried forward to catch Lexue, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Xue'er... Xue'er, what's wrong with you? Wake up and answer me!" Song Qian called Le Xue anxiously, but she had no reaction, and Song Qian was sweating profusely.

"Old man, what did you do!" Song Qian glared at Cook Lin and said with a murderous look on his face.

"What a pity, it's a pity for my bowl of Red Luo Tiangang." Chu Lin said with regret on his face, "The way of heaven is lacking, but it's still impossible to be perfect after all. Everything is God's will."

At this time, Song Qian was not sure of being plotted. His divine thoughts were activated and instantly gathered spiritual energy in his palm, forming a vortex, and grabbed Chu Lin with great suction, trying to control him and force him to hand over the antidote.

There is naturally no problem with Song Qiandaofa. This absorbing power is extremely powerful, but Chu Zi Lin remained unmoved in the Taoist Dharma and was completely unaffected.

This old guy actually hid his cultivation!

Song Qian no longer dared to hold back, and his divine thought moved again. Wuji sword technique was activated instantly, and a Hunyuan sword energy was emitted and he quickly attacked Chu Lin's face.

"Wuji Sword Technique!" A glimmer flashed in Chu Zi's eyes. Looking at the sword energy, it seemed to evoke some memories, "Yes, you are from the Wuji Sword Sect and you are also considered his disciple."

The Hunyuan sword energy soon came to Chu Zi Lin, but it dissipated silently. From beginning to end, Chu Zi Lin's body still moved.

"Super the antidote, otherwise I swear, you will never be able to leave here safely today!" Song Qian was not discouraged. Now Lexue is unconscious, which greatly stimulated him. His divine thoughts exploded wildly and had already broken through the original limit.

Song Qian's cultivation is only about practicing qi, but his spiritual consciousness can command the heaven and earth. In a sense, all the spiritual energy in this world is his spiritual energy, and this heaven and earth are his qi sea. His cultivation has no restrictions. The stronger his spiritual consciousness is, the stronger his cultivation is.

The bigger your heart is, the bigger your world is, the stronger your will is, the stronger your ability is. This is Song Qian's Tao.

With the explosion of Song Qian's spiritual consciousness, the spiritual energy between this world went wildly, surrounding Song Qian, slowly becoming tangible from invisible, like a colorful halo, emitting dazzling light.

"Well? Five Elements Colorful, what kind of cultivation are you? No matter how you think about it, it's all in the Qi training stage. Why does this look happen? Why don't you use the Qinglong Divine Wood True Art?" Lin Chuzi saw Song Qian casting a spell for the first time, and was amazed at the cultivation level of the young man in front of him. This situation was far beyond his imagination.

(End of this chapter)
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