On the third day after the Supreme Elder of Qianyun Sect was buried, the canteen was busy before dawn.

After the three-day memorial service, Qianyun Sect Association holds a banquet.

There are wedding banquets for happy events, and funerals for funerals.

At that time, all the Golden Elders of Qianyun Sect will come to participate in the funeral banquet, which is no less so grand than the sect leader taking office.

The banquet was located in Tianyun Peak. The scale and style of the dishes were extremely particular, and they could not be the same as ordinary banquets. So in the middle of the night, the disciples in charge of the banquet began to get busy.

In the spacious and huge kitchen of the canteen, dozens of disciples kept shuttled and more than ten chefs all took the initiative.

"Everything is quicker! There is no mistake in today's banquet."

The deacon in charge of the canteen comes to the kitchen to supervise the worker from time to time.

"Don't worry, Deacon Zhang, today is a major event in the sect, so we chefs dare not be lazy."

"Wei Yan is too lazy to be scolded. If you are lazy, you are waiting to be scolded."

Several chefs took a break from their busy schedule and said one after another.

"It's good to know. The Supreme Descends have fallen. We must not make mistakes in small places like our canteen. This will cause trouble for the elders. I can't afford to take care of it. You don't think about it." Deacon Zhang threatened.

"What's wrong with the sect? The sect leader has been missing for two years and there is no news. The Supreme Elder has heard of it, but it's still a death news."

"Why is the death of the Nascent Soul silently? Why did the Supreme Elder die if he says he dies?"

"Who said no? Qianyun Sect was like breaking his arms when the Supreme Elder died."

Some chefs sighed, some shook their heads and said nothing. They all had foundation-building cultivation, so they didn't care much about speaking in front of deacons.

In fact, it is not only these chefs who are pessimistic and disappointed. Since the remains of the Supreme Lord were sent back, the entire Qianyun Sect was shrouded in a low atmosphere.

The low atmosphere is not only due to the fall of the Supreme One, but also concerns about the future of the sect.

"Without the Nascent Soul, there are still many golden elixirs. As long as the sect's golden elixirs continue to end, they will not fall easily. Maybe someone will break through the Nascent Soul in a few years and become the strongest sect."

The person who spoke was a fat chef named Zhou. While stir-frying the dishes, he cheered everyone up and said, "Don't forget that sentence, a lean camel is bigger than a horse!"

"The words are rough or not, Lao Zhou is right." Deacon Zhang patted the other party on the shoulder and said, "Everyone learns from Lao Zhou, who is later. Not only are the dishes better than you, but he also knows more principles than you."

"Lao Zhou, I haven't seen each other for a few days, I've learned to play with it."

"That's right, I don't know who I learned the magical skill of flattery."

"Look at how you photographed Deacon Zhang. This is comfortable. Lao Zhou will have to treat you to the evening."

Several chefs joked with each other, but it was less pessimistic and more lively.

"Okay, okay, I'll order food carefully. I'll go ahead and take a look."

Deacon Zhang is very familiar with these chefs and usually jokes like this. When he passed by Chef Zhou, he stopped and said, "Old Zhou, can the taste be good with so much pepper?"

Seeing that the other party had added a lot of pepper to the dish, Deacon Zhang frowned.

"Don't worry, Deacon Zhang, the peppers in this dish must taste more to be good. If they are not delicious, you should ask me." Chef Zhou made a promise.

Deacon Zhang nodded and didn't ask too much. These chefs were all top-notch and could trust them, but what he didn't notice was that after he walked away, the chef Zhou still added pepper to the dishes from time to time. Not only one dish, but every dish...

Tianyun’s ancient tomb, in front of the Taishang Tomb.

I often live in a dry place, looking at the sky with my eyes, and playing with a newly synthesized pill in my hand.

He could not understand the identity of the old man in the back mountain.

He is said to be an ordinary disciple, but he knows that the Nascent Soul is inseparable. If he is an ordinary Qi Refining or Foundation Establishing Cultivator, he rarely understands the Nascent Soul Realm. Golden Pills are what they should value the most.

Just like he always gave birth to himself, he would think about impacting the golden elixir, and would never think about how to break the realm of the Nascent Soul, and he had no interest in the flawless Nascent Soul.

Just look at the realm that cannot be touched. Who will go back and learn more carefully and ask about the legends everywhere?

"A weird guy, don't even have a name. After you die, I want to see what is engraved on the tablet..."

Chang Sheng could see that the old man was in short order and the person who could even attract corpse insects was already full of death.

After the last night, after dawn, the three-day wake finally ended.

Although the guard has ended, we cannot return to Fuyao Peak.

As the junior uncle with the highest seniority of the sect, he naturally had to go to Tianyun Peak to attend a banquet.

When he stood up, he threw the pill in his hand into Qianyunling.

The medicines synthesized last night were taken from the North Wall, and I got a useless fasting pill. The medicines I took from the West Wall the night before yesterday were synthesized as a kind of detoxification Qingling Powder.

Qingling Powder is not the shape of a pill, but a small packet of powder. It is a common Zhendu Powder. It can be taken or taken directly, which can relieve most of the toxins.

For example, the plague of black-toothed rat can be dissolved with Qingling San, which can be called curing the disease by medicine.

"It seems that not every time I can synthesize valuable pills. If you want to avoid compensation, you can only get medicine from the east wall."

Chang Sheng looked at a bag of useless fasting pills in Qianyunling, shook his head and said, "If all the medicines on the east wall are used, you still have to go to another medicine stand to synthesize them. It's really strange that the medicines on one medicine stand cannot be obtained from another medicine stand."

Fixing drugs has become the reason for constant upset.

If you can move it at will, just move all the medicines to the east wall, and you will have a pill of elixir every day, with a fixed value.

The inability of medicine to move means that the medicine stand on each wall can only be fixed and synthesized a certain amount of elixir, which cannot be changed.

When he learned this rule, Changsheng once believed that the source of the elixir was not those medicines, but another mysterious thing outside the Yin-Yang Pharmacy.

The pharmacy is like a bowl that is buttoned in a jar. The rice in the bowl is limited and fixed, but the real good thing is in the jar outside. The person who is trapped in the bowl cannot see what the jar contains.

The strange guess made Chang Sheng more curious about the pharmacy space. With his current realm, he couldn't even see the bowl clearly, let alone the jar outside.

When I put away the fasting pill, Chang Sheng never thought that throwing away these useless pills would at least satisfy my hunger.

Leaving the cemetery, Changsheng, who set up a white crane, came to Tianyun Peak.

The hall of Tianyun Peak was solemn, and all the disciples serving the dishes were bowing their heads and silently.

As soon as Chang Sheng arrived, Qi Weishui immediately came out and gave his uncle to the top of the seat.

The Supreme Elder often became the elder with the highest generation in Qianyun Sect.

At the deepest big table, the elders of Qianyun Sect with the highest status were also there. In addition to Chang Sheng, the elder Helianmu was also there.

Also present are Shangguan Rou from Dan Pavilion, Xu Wenjin from Qicheng Peak, Niu Wenzhou from Xianke Peak, Ge Wancai from Feixiang Peak, and the remaining elders Changsheng did not recognize them. After seeing Changsheng, these elders stood up to pay their respects and called them uncles.

No matter which elder in the cave, he must be born as his uncle. This kind of seniority is unmatched.

Of course, there are also people who don’t call me uncle.

In addition to the elders here, Fan Dao, a master of Longyan Sect, is also here.

"Although it's a funeral banquet, I can't stop eating it, right? Come on, I, Fan Dao, are outsiders, I'm a cup for you first."

Fan Dao was a familiar person. He didn't care about other people's eyes, so he picked up the jar of wine, poured a glass of wine for everyone on the table one by one, and then drank it dry in one sip.

He poured the mouth of the cup over and Fan Dao said to Chang Sheng: "I will do it first, and I hate Brother Tian, ​​please."
Chapter completed!