After a while, Zhou Gan hurried back to the kitchen hall, holding a few small flowers in his hand, and everyone couldn't help looking at each other-

"Is the last ingredient a flower? But there are so many colors in the world..." Zhang Fu murmured.

Zhou Gan carefully picked the petals, cut them with a knife, mixed them with the best honey, and stirred them in the porridge, and then the crystal clear appearance was mixed with a little white.

"Master Yishen, try it again?" Zhou Gan said with anticipation.

"What a familiar look!" Yi Shan trembled with the moving spoon and took a bite.

Yishen closed his eyes, savored it, and then swallowed it voraciously, almost swallowing the bowl, without any normal calm and composed mentality. Yishen, the world's No. 1 chef, has proved everything.

Zhou Gan chuckled lightly, Lao Hei laughed loudly, crying and laughing. Even Master Li Puyuan, who usually doesn't laugh, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the laughter of everyone was connected, like a cheerful melody.

"This flower is a small flower on the fallen geese slope? How did you know?" Zhang Fu asked while smiling.

"I just know!" Zhou Gan smiled mysteriously and did not answer.

One day later, Yi Shan was in funeral. Although everyone was sad, they were not sad, because even Yi Shan had a smile on the corner of his mouth when he died. What kind of sadness do you have to be sad for everyone? You must be able to have the best life and die without regrets. What qualifications do you have to be sorrowful for such a person?

After the store closed for three days, Jingxiang Building opened normally, but the owner was replaced by Li Puyuan, the fourth disciple of Master Yishen. The familiar gourmet wondered why it was not the most famous Little Chef God Xiaoqin Immortal in the building to take over? Someone in the store replied that the Little Chef God Zhang Fu traveled around and saw countless dishes in the middle earth, like Master Yishen back then. As for the whereabouts of the Little Chef Fairy, everyone in Jingxiang Building said they didn’t know, but occasionally Lao Hei would sigh faintly. It would be a pity to be in the world with such a good cooking talent.

One month later—

In Fanyang Town, a restaurant storyteller tells how 229 bandits along the way on the road near Yehu slope three days ago were completely destroyed.

"All guests, everyone knows that this bandit is the disaster that has caused our ancestors to have many generations of disasters. The garrison in the mansion has arrived. The bandits of the Poison Dragon Village went into the deep mountains and forests. The army could not find anyone after the army left. As soon as the army left, the Poison Dragon Village bandits became arrogant again. Even the masters from the Six Gates came several times but had no choice. Unexpectedly, the little sword immortal would kill them cleanly with one sword. It was so satisfying!"

"I have also heard of the name of this little sword fairy. One of the handsome young men in the martial arts world today, but only one person in two hundred people killed them? How could the little sword fairy know where the bandits in the Poison Dragon Village are located?" A middle-aged man dressed in a fur merchant asked.

"You guy are a little ignorant." The storyteller clapped his palms and said dissatisfiedly. "Can I still lie to you? My nephew is in the yamen. Are you sure what I have obtained?"

"Please tell me, father-in-law! Please tell me!" The goods merchant said embarrassedly, "Please give my daughter to the old man, and the account will be kept on my head!"

The storyteller nodded with satisfaction and said with a shameless face to the restaurant, "Look at how generous this guest official is, why don't you hurry up?" Suddenly, there was a lot of booing around him, and the old man didn't care, and continued-

"Why can I find that thief nest? This shows the ability of the little sword immortal. Although the bandits in the Poison Dragon Village are as fierce as ghosts and gods, they are also physical mortals and have to eat, drink, defecate and urinate. Although the bandits are cunning, they always change the thief nest at a short time of ten days and half a month, and a month or two long, they still have to transport the rice and grain up the mountain, and the thief stolen goods must also find the buyer. This is also the only clue."

Everyone suddenly realized that the storyteller said again: "If anyone has no discerning eyes can see this, it would be false. However, the wealthy and noble family of a grain store with a radius of hundreds of miles has been turned over four or five times. Not only is it wasteful people and money, but it also makes water from bamboo baskets. Can everyone know the reason?"

The storyteller became mysterious at this time. He picked up the wine and took a sip. Everyone's curiosity was falling apart. They felt very uncomfortable and they had already scolded the old man many times.

"It's fine if you listen here, remember Mo Wai Chuan!" The old storyteller looked around and whispered, "This grain is not civilian food! It is military food!" Everyone was shocked.

"Since the founding of the country, this dynasty has implemented a system of troops dispatched to the south and the east and the west. On the one hand, it is to guard against the generals to gain self-respect, and on the other hand, it is to prevent the army from maintaining peace for a long time and losing its combat power. Our Fanyang Town is also a stronghold for the operation of the army's food and fodder. Do you understand?"

There was a breath of breath, "Is it possible for soldiers and bandits to collude?" "What a good thief!" "If you don't pay attention, wouldn't he become the second leader of the Red Lotus Sect?" "Bandits are like combs, and soldiers are like combs. What a sincere saying!"

"Everyone, quiet! Do you know that the bandits in the Poison Dragon Village are actually not locals! They are punished in the army, composed of escaped soldiers, the thief head, Golden Retriever Tiger King, is also a captain who was killed by a hundred people in the southern border. These people are familiar with the military practices, no wonder the defenders did not do it three or four times."

"If it is said that it is an ordinary bandit, I still believe it, but the soldiers are familiar with the methods of military formations, and they all come from corpses and blood. Can Xiao Jianxian alone have such skills? Can they spread rumors? "A young man dressed in a martial arts world said unconvincedly.

"Hmph! What do you know about people who sit in the well and watch the sky?" The old storyteller snorted coldly, "Do you know that the little sword immortal Zhou Qian had learned his master for seven or eight years. The water used by a sword could not be splashed in. The sword light was bright. According to my nephew of the yamen, the wounds of the bandits were one inch in size, and they were all in the heart of the throat. Can such swords be called unpredictable? Moreover, the news of a battle with the contemporary castle lord of the Jinjian Wangjia Castle before came has long been circulated in the martial arts world. Senior Zhou won in less than fifty moves, and the contemporary Wangjia Castle master's golden sword technique is better than the old castle lord. It is said that Zhou Xiaojianxian won in only seventy moves. What do you think?"

"This is just a rumor in the world, right?" the man said in a daze.

"Then why didn't the Wang family come out to refute the rumors? Young man! The world is not as simple as you take for granted!" The old storyteller scolded without hesitation.

"In fact, it is not as exaggerated as circulating in the world. The sword skills are only about the winners and losers. The prince is a humble gentleman. If the sword is not smooth, he will give up the sword and admit defeat. If he fights for life and death, he will not know what to do." A man with a hoodie interrupted in the dark corner of the restaurant.

"Hmph! I heard your tone seems to have seen a sword-like game! Can ordinary people enter the Golden Sword King's Castle?" The old storyteller said disdainfully. The older people are, the more they like to show their qualifications. This is especially obvious in the world, so there are the most strange rules in the world.

The man raised his head and looked at the storyteller. The old man felt his mind tremble, as if his throat was pressed against a sword, and his whole body was covered with cold hair. This was a murderous look. The old man had only seen it from the eyes of a few people, and he was a person with decisive killing and superb martial arts.

Fortunately, the man seemed to have been exposed by accident and could not be able to retract and relax. In just a moment, his eyes became ordinary. The man paid for the wine and walked out of the restaurant slowly.

"Is the ghost master's sword on my friend's waist?" A trace of doubt flashed in the old storyteller's eyes, and he couldn't help but say. The ghost master's sword is three feet four long, made by the Han Iron Elite. The national teacher of the previous dynasty wore a sword and killed people, and then disappeared.

"Yes." The man said lightly.

"Why isn't it a sword of light?" the old man asked tentatively.

"The light has been destroyed." The man paused and replied.

After the man left, the old man did not come back to his senses for a long time, and finally smiled bitterly and said to everyone: "You have missed the real master--"

In March of the year of Dinghai, Weizhou was running horses, and Zhou Gan went to kill them, and all seventy-six people were killed. From then on, Weizhou was at peace.

In July of the year of Dinghai, the Chang'an earthquake occurred, the dungeon collapsed, and countless death row prisoners were escaped. The six-door head arrested him, so he asked a good man from the world to help him. Zhou Gan chased twenty-three people, eleven people with good swordsmanship, five thieves, three bandits, and four officials.

In November of the Dinghai year, the master of Kucha Kingdom in the Western Regions took the Central Plains by sword and defeated eleven sects in a row. Zhou Gan blocked it. Since then, the name of the Little Sword Immortal has spread throughout the Western Regions.

In April of the year of Wuzi, the head of the Heige Pavilion Xiang Tianxiao conspired to kill the hero in Shu, and the old man Wu was the head of the Tang Sect. He set up a map of heaven. Zhou Gan accidentally saved the grandson of Wu, Wu Ji, who went through life and death, and finally told the world. He fought with Xiang Tianxiao on the bank of the Crescent Lake for a day and night, finally broke his golden armor and killed him.

August of the year of Wuzi……
Chapter completed!