Zhou Gan's sword light was like rain and smoke, constantly flashing, jumping, cutting, cutting, slashing, pricking, and twisting... Gradually, the simple sword moves became more complicated, the two dragons spit water, the water cloud sword, the flying sword blowing flowers, the sword-backed style, the three swords in a row, the flying sword blowing flowers... One move and one style are clear, and gradually formed their own characteristics.

If Zhou Xun's sword technique is a magnificent and powerful aura, then Zhou Gan's sword technique contains a kind of exquisite changes, and the subtleties show the agility of the article; each skilled swordsman can form his own unique sword-using style. Zhou Xun's sword gives people a long way to go, and I will search up and down, while Zhou Gan's sword technique gives people a kind of upward and upward, obedient heart, and unyielding attitude to do things. As for whether the sword affects people or people affects the sword, it is no longer possible to judge...

The sword was like rain and the sword was like fog. When Zhou Gan used his last move to use the flashing shadow, he opened his mouth and spit out a cold light. The cold light mixed with the light turned into a cold star to pierce a big tree ten feet away. Zhou Gan frowned and said to himself: "The method of combining the Dharma and martial arts in the Great Tuo Sutra is really magical. It is a combination of magic power in the body and physical strength, and emits various incredible powers. My sword is similar to the sword immortal's head outside the hundred steps in the story book, but unfortunately it is still not as good as the flying sword. The flying sword of Tong Rang should be practiced day and night with essence and blood, which is not the right way after all." Zhou Gan shook his head in distress, took back the bumpy light of the sword body back into the sword sheath, and rushed to Chengdu from the small woods. At this morning, it was the time when the smoke was hazy, and Zhou Gan also ended his early morning practice.

When he quietly returned to Taibai Building, he saw Zhang Fu lying on the ground without any scruples. He was surrounded by messy ingredients and soup ingredients in pots and jars. He shook his head. It seemed that the name of this little chef god was not easy to be a good person.

Zhou Gan's actions seemed to wake Zhang Fu up. Zhang Fu rubbed the corners of his eyes, and suddenly an excited light burst out from his eyes. He grabbed Zhou Gan and said, "I finally created the ninth flavor! If I complete it, it will definitely be the most unique Mapo tofu in the world!"

"What?" Zhou Gan was also surprised and said, "Then make it quickly and I'll take a look!"

"This tofu must be completed by me and I have the same spirit as you!" Zhang Fu pulled Zhou Gan and said softly, and Zhou Gan's eyes gradually shining-

"These two have occupied the kitchen hall for four days and four nights. When will it be the first?" Kuaidao Li sighed, one of the chefs of Taibai Building, Kuaidao Li sighed, "Old Huang is really, we need a good environment to cook, but we have occupied it by them. We can only do some tricks in a nearby small restaurant. In recent days, the complaints from old customers have increased. It is embarrassing to fail to fight the kitchen. If this continues, my Taibai Building will not be far from going bankrupt!"

"What are you talking nonsense?" Huang San stood behind with a serious expression on his face and said, "I think these two people should be almost the same!"

Before he finished speaking, the door was opened, Zhou Gan and Zhang Fu walked out one after another,

"I have realized the ninth taste! Why don't you lead the way quickly?" - Zhang Fu's arrogant expression was revealed. This is his nature, he is rebellious and conceited.

Huang San glanced at the two of them with a silence, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just shook his head and sighed: "It's really like! Come with me!"

The two followed Huang San for a few turns and came to a quiet courtyard. Mapo actually lived in seclusion in Chengdu.

"It's really big and vague in the city!" Zhou Gan muttered when he heard Zhang Fu.

The two followed Huang San into the courtyard and saw an old lady with a kind face authentic tea. When they saw the three of them, they were not surprised. They just poured three cups of tea and said, "Please sit down!"

After the three of them sat down, Mapo said, "This is the new winter tea sleep. The two guys will first try it out to see how my tea-making skills are."

Zhang Fu said impatiently: "Mapo, we are looking for you to ask you to tell me the recipe of this green bamboo porridge, but I don't know if I come to accompany you to have tea. You'd better tell us early!"

Mapo said without comment, "Have you made the ninth flavor of Mapo tofu? There is a small pot behind the yard and some tofu seasonings."

Zhang Fu said arrogantly: "Of course, you wait!"

"Can these two kids really create the ninth flavor?" Huang San asked Mapo.

"Since they are those two apprentices, there is no reason to be worse than them!" Mapo took a sip of tea and said lightly.

After a while, Zhou Gan and Zhang Fu brought a plate of Mapo tofu with a fragrant aroma and an extraordinary appearance.

"It looks good." Huang San muttered, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.

"This tofu!" Huang San suddenly opened his eyes wide, "It's so funny!" The tofu was cut open by his teeth and moved to both sides uncontrollably, giving people the illusion that tofu seemed to be spiritual.

"How is this tofu made?" Huang San asked immediately. He really couldn't figure out how this tofu could give people such a feeling, like a living thing.

"Haha, look carefully!" Zhang Fu smiled complacently and pointed to the scratches on one of the tofu.

"This tofu is not a type, it is made up of four kinds of tofu splicing. The innermost Hutchison tofu is tight and chewy. The second layer of Li Ji tofu is soft and delicious. The third layer of Cai family tofu is a little harder because of the special mill. The outermost tofu is fried first with oil, which makes it look more experienced. The four kinds of tofu are different in elasticity and are mixed very closely with each other. Under the squeeze of external force, there will naturally be different reactions. Do you feel like this tofu is running around in your mouth like uncontrollably? Haha, how? Nut, spicy, hot, fragrant, crispy, tender, fresh, and live these eight flavors have already fully expressed the true meaning of this dish. I and this Zhou boy are also a step further. Are you convinced?" Zhang Fumei danced.

Mapo smiled faintly, but didn't taste it. She looked at Zhang Fu, then looked at the quieter Zhou Gan, and suddenly said, "My friend Zhou's knife skills, plus your cooking skills, can be unique. In fact, this dish was cracked by the two forty years ago, but the two people got the characteristic of the word "sliding". You probably know them, namely Yishen and a chef from Hu back then."

Zhou Gan and Zhang Fu looked at each other, and it turned out that the master from his family had already walked out of another path forty years ago.

"You are already very good." Mapo seemed to see what the two of them were thinking and shook his head, "The two of them had almost achieved great cooking skills and were more than ten years older than you. If you are like this now, your future achievements will definitely not be inferior to those two, especially Xiaoyou Zhou. Your knife skills and spirituality are the most precious things you have in the kitchen. Someone will teach you the way of the chef in the future. Remember not to get into the barrier."

"Kid keep it in mind!" Zhou Gan said in a deep voice, "Sir, please give me the recipe of Qingzhu Xiaozhu porridge to me. If you have any questions in the future, I will never refuse."

"You want the recipe for this porridge? It's for that Yishen, why didn't he come? Just send you two juniors?" Mapo said lightly, unable to hear the emotional fluctuations in it.

"My master is not long," Zhang Fu said quietly. "This behavior is my own decision. I want to fulfill my master's wish." After saying that, he knelt on both knees and bowed his head, "Please give me the best!"

"Yi Shan is going to die?" Mapo was stunned, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and he sighed: "Yes! We are all old."

"I don't hide it from you. I had a relationship with Yi Shan back then. In terms of relationship, he was my brother-in-law, but my sister Kou Jingxiang was killed by the Hu people just to save him. I have always felt resentment in my heart. He has never been to Shuzhong for the past few years. First, he feels guilty of me, and second, he will not be sad about the scene..."

"Forget it!" Mapo sighed, "All of them are dying. When you see my sister when you reach the underworld, you will make trouble!"

After saying that, he returned to the room, took out a piece of yellow paper and handed it to the two of them.

"This is the recipe for the green bamboo porridge. I also gave me a sentence to the old ghost. I hated you for thirty years and blamed you for thirty years. Now everything is over. Let him go on the road with peace of mind!" Mapo breathed out again and said, "This recipe has ninety-nine ingredients, but the green bamboo porridge made by my sister always contains a faint fragrance. I don't know the reason for this, maybe it's another ingredients."

"Go all! I want to be alone later," Mapo closed his eyes exhaustedly. The three of them looked at each other and left quietly. A gust of winter wind blew, rolling up cold leaves, giving people an indescribable sense of bleakness.

"Mapo should like Master Yishen." Zhou Gan suddenly said after a while of silence.

"You can see it too?" Zhang Fu sighed.

"I want to go to Senior Kou Jingxiang's grave to put in incense sticks, I wonder if it's okay?" Zhou Gan turned to Huang San and asked.

"Yes, I think Sister Shizuka is willing to see you too," Huang San nodded.

The three of them left Chengdu Prefecture and walked about ten miles to a place where the sound of water was gurgling, the sound of birds and the fragrance of flowers was.

"This place was originally called Luoyuepo, because at night, the surrounding rock walls would reflect the moonlight here, which was very beautiful. Sister Shizuka also liked this scenery very much."

The three of them came to the tomb, and there was no writing on the tombstone. Zhou Gan and Zhang Fu bowed respectfully three times.

"I hope you can protect Master Yishen!" Zhou Gan prayed with his eyes closed.

This land is full of unknown white flowers. Its appearance is not very eye-catching, but it sways gently in the wind, and the petals sway slightly, revealing the jade-like stamens.

"What kind of flower is this?" Zhou Gan asked Huang San.

"This flower has no name because it is a cliff or a storm, as long as there is sunshine, it can grow a few vigorous people, like weeds. Rich people think it is not precious enough, and poor people can't play with flowers and plants, as if this flower is born to be annoying. However, Sister Xiang likes it very much and often says that she is very similar to it."
Chapter completed!