Wang Xiu smiled and said nothing.
Xuan explained: "This is a way of eating that the prophet just came up with, and it's delicious!"
The high priest was puzzled: "This has been soaked in water, can it still be eaten?"
Xuan nodded and said seriously: "Okay, I just found out about it. Grandpa Priest, please take a bite!"
As she spoke, she filled a bowl for the high priest.
The high priest looked at the milky white fish soup in front of him, and bursts of rich aroma hit his face, making his mouth water and his stomach growl.
It seems to be really fragrant!
So, he doubtfully approached the bowl and took a sip.
Take this bite.
His expression suddenly changed, he turned around and vomited out.
"Wow... the tongue... the tongue is swollen! Hiss - it's so hot!"
He stuck out his tongue and kept fanning his ears with his hands.
It actually looks a little cute.
Wang Xiu burst out laughing: "Don't drink hot soup in such big gulps, you have to sip it in small sips!"
Hear Wang Xiu's words.
The high priest's expression turned pale, and his already dark face turned red and black.
How old are you, and you still need a prophet to teach you how to eat?
What a shame!
He sneered twice, picked up the bowl again, and carefully took a sip!
Still hot!
But this time it’s acceptable!
As soon as he took the fish soup into his mouth, the rich aroma immediately occupied his taste buds, and an unprecedented umami taste rushed into his mind.
It made him feel as if he was immersed in clouds and mist, and felt quite drifting.
"Smells... so fragrant, delicious, delicious~"
The high priest swore that he had never eaten such delicious food before. It was completely different from the roasted black meat in the past!
Those in the past were just enough to fill the stomach.
The bowl in front of him now is a gift from God!
It’s totally enjoyable!
He held the bowl, with tears in his eyes, and reviewed all the happiest things in his life in one moment.
Find the first woman!
Give birth to your first child!
Find a second woman!
Give birth to your fourth child!
Find a third woman!
…
The high priest got up and drank the soup again.
Once again, he was burned to the point of grinning.
But never tired of it.
Soon a bowl of fish soup went into his stomach.
I saw a few pieces of fish at the bottom of the bowl.
He grabbed it with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.
Melts in your mouth!
The scent is stronger.
It made him shed tears of happiness again!
Wang Xiu couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.
Immortal cultivators will not get angry.
But if you eat the same thing every day, you will get tired of it.
After eating too much barbecue, I always want to try something new!
Because of this, he taught Xuan how to cook food using a tripod!
"When you master it, teach this cooking method to other people in the tribe and let them learn it too!"
Wang Xiu looked at Xuan and said this.
Upon hearing this, Xuan nodded quickly: "Okay!"
Of course she would be extremely happy to allow everyone in the tribe to eat such delicious food.
What a good prophet! ! !
aside.
When the high priest heard the conversation between the two, he was also full of surprise. He knelt down and prostrated himself on the ground: "Thank you, prophet, for giving us the method of cooking!"
It was at this moment when he bowed down.
Wang Xiu saw the dense golden light of faith pouring out of his body and flying towards him.
He calmly waved his sleeves: "The high priest is old, don't kneel down all the time, it's not good for your health!"
An invisible force lifted the high priest up.
The high priest's eyes widened, he looked down at his body, and looked at Wang Xiu with even more awe in his eyes, exclaiming that it was magical.
He saluted again: "Thank you, Prophet!"
Then, he saw that there was still a little bit of fish in the bowl, so he quickly grabbed it with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.
Wang Xiu looked at this scene and thought...I will have to teach them how to use and make chopsticks later.
Food is the most important thing for the people.
The culture of food often represents the cultural features of an ethnic group.
Grasping by hand, and using tools.
This is the difference between barbarism and civilization.
Use a knife and fork and use chopsticks.
This is the difference between preliminary civilization and more civilization!
Since Wang Xiu plans to continue to develop the Blackstone Tribe and become his right-hand man in exploring this world, he naturally hopes that the higher the level of civilization, the better.
It’s best to involve all aspects!
In this way, Wang Xiu himself feels comfortable looking at it!
…
suddenly.
There was a roar in the distance.
The tyrannical energy and blood soared into the sky along with the roar, dispersing a few dark clouds above his head.
Wang Xiuxun looked up, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Has someone entered the second level?"
"Go and see!"
After he finished speaking, he took a step forward and disappeared.
The clearing of the Blackstone Tribe.
The middle-aged and young people who were practicing had stopped at this moment, looking at the muscular young man in the center, their eyes full of admiration and envy.
"Really succeeded? Has he really reached the second level?"
"This guy's health is not as good as mine, but he can actually reach the second level?"
"You work hard. How long do you practice the martial arts passed down by the prophet? How long do you practice every day? Except when hunting, you practice almost from morning to night!"
"So the prophet didn't lie to us. This martial arts...can really make us second-level creatures?"
"Nonsense, when did the prophet lie to us? If you don't know how to speak, shut your mouth. If you anger the prophet, I will break your legs!"
"I...I'm just so happy!"
"This is a miracle...a miracle!"
Wang Xiu has been teaching martial arts for several months now.
The strength of every man in the Blackstone Tribe has increased significantly.
But break through from the first level to the second level.
This is the first case so far!
This changed the perceptions of these primitive people.
You know, in the past... only those who were born with extraordinary talents could automatically break through to the second level when they reached a certain age.
It sounds very similar to a monster.
In fact, there is no essential difference between the human race that has not developed civilization and the monsters and beasts. They are all barbaric creatures.
However, the human race is inherently weak.
Not everyone can grow to the second level naturally.
In a small tribe like the Blackstone Tribe, there are often only one or two people who can do it.
And after acquired training, reaching the second level is unique!
Although when Wang Xiu taught martial arts.
I said similar things.
But that is far less shocking than seeing it with your own eyes!
…
now.
In the middle of the crowd.
The burly young man was shirtless, with black hair hanging down to his waist, looking rough and wild.
The power of Qi and blood is manifested on his body surface.
It was like a layer of red cloud covering him, thick and powerful.
"Is this... the power of the second level? I succeeded... I succeeded!!"
He was so excited that he knelt on the ground and shouted to the sky: "Thank you prophet, thank you God!"
People who have not experienced it will never understand.
Understand this jump in life levels.
To a certain extent, he, who is already at the second level, is no longer the same species as these ordinary people in the tribe!
That kind of change is all-round!
He was intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.
not far away.
Shi and Ye looked at this scene and smiled at each other.
This feeling.
They understand it best.
"good!"
A voice suddenly sounded in the open space.
Everyone was startled.
I saw a young man in white appearing there at some point, standing in front of the young man who had just made a breakthrough, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze.
If not a prophet, then who is he?
