"What is the relationship between your Corpse Executor and their twelve zodiac signs? And I think Brother Zhang has a very good attitude towards you. Won't this hurt the feelings of the twelve zodiac signs?"
"It's the Twelve Spirits. It's just the twelve zodiac signs. And we are the Twelve Spirits, and they are the corpse-resolving immortals." The mouse leaned on the counter, and Zhang Yao, who was sitting next to him and came to rest, said: "Actually, there is no injury. Sentimental, this is the Holy Lord. He does not need to make decisions or favoritism. You may not know what role he plays."
"So, isn't this what I'm asking you? After all, most of those zombie decomposing immortals are annoying, right? You're a policeman, so won't Brother Zhang help you?"
The mouse chuckled, turned his head and glanced at the Brontosaurus: "You answer, I'll watch TV."
Thunder Dragon, who was wiping cups at the counter, raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhang Yao, and said with disdain: "Look at your pattern. You know that whether it is the Twelve Spirits or the Zhijie Immortal, they must act when they see the boss. Is it the reason for the big gift?"
"I do not know."
"Well. Let me tell you this, the Twelve Spirits and the Immortal Corpse Immortal are sworn enemies, because the Twelve Spirits and the Immortal Corpse Immortal belong to different branches of the same school, and they are fighting for orthodoxy. And the Holy Lord is the world's magic and magic. The universal master of Tao, Fang and Fang. This master is not the master of the master, but the master of the things. What is the master of the Holy Master? The master is inheritance and continuation. For example, two thousand years ago, the Corpse Explanation Immortal School won, and then ten The two spirits were being chased until they could no longer retreat. Then, with a sudden heart, they went to where the Holy Lord was, knelt down under the Holy Lord's seat and said: Holy Lord, I have been defeated."
"Then what?" Zhang Yao asked curiously.
"Then? Then the Holy Lord opened the door and said to the 30,000 soldiers and the wizards and warlocks under Qinglingzi's gate who were chasing them: Go back, the overall situation has been decided." Thunder Dragon continued to describe with gestures: "Then these tens of thousands of people No one has the courage to take another step forward. When Qin Shihuang came, he just said to the Holy Master: Please protect my people of Qin for generations to come."
"What happens after that? Will the Twelve Spirits be fine after that?"
"Of course there are things, but according to the rules, the loser is not allowed to step out of the mountain gate with two armors and pass on with peace of mind." Lei Long smiled and said: "Two armors and one inheritance, you know this. So even if it is Twelve Spirits and Qingling No matter how fiercely the son fights, it will cause chaos. The Holy Lord cannot be partial to any side. Only impartiality can protect the inheritance. Otherwise, how do you think the five thousand years of civilization has been passed down? Do you think the light of inheritance is only Techniques, spells? The inheritance also includes benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust, gentleness, respect, thrift, loyalty, filial piety, courage, respect and honesty."
At this time, Mouse smiled and said: "In our opinion, inheritance is more important than life. Without inheritance, we will not be able to reincarnate and be immortal. This is why Dahuang is an exiled god, and he is bullied by this and that all day long."
At this time, Dahuang, who was eating a canned cat, raised his head: "If you say it again, I will cry for you."
"But... all the corpse-repairing immortals are bad people, right? Where does the inheritance come from?"
"Huang Die'er is the Corpse Executioner. You two went shopping yesterday, okay?" Thunder Dragon knocked on the table: "Hua Laozi has 12,000 yuan, what did you buy? She refused to tell me."
"Nothing." Zhang Yao scratched her head: "So she is the Corpse Executor..."
"Yes, Xiao Ma is also a former Corpse Resolver Immortal, Mountain King is also a Corpse Resolver Immortal, Wugen Shui is also a Corpse Resolver Immortal. Sister Dog once..."
Halfway through Thunder Dragon's words, he found Sister Dog's eyes looking at him sinisterly. He immediately said without saying a word: "The only twelve spirits in the whole process are Mouse, me, and Hu Niu. The identity transformation is not a big deal. . Qing Lingzi just said that it was a violation of the law at this stage. If the rat catches him, the boss will not stop him, but if one day the Corpse Execution Immortal comes to find the Holy Master to admit defeat and pass on with peace of mind, then the Twelve Spirits cannot pursue it. "
"The law...isn't this contempt of the law?"
"It's not that I despise the law. The main reason is that when the law cannot restrain it, we have our own internal restraint system. Of course, Qing Lingzi will still be shot if he is caught." Mouse snorted coldly and said: "But shot So what, have you seen The Terminator? As long as the inheritance is still there, we will not die and they will not die. So if I catch Qing Lingzi, I will ban his six senses and lock him in Leifeng Tower. "
"Ah?" Zhang Yao was stunned: "Leifeng Pagoda?"
"Not necessarily. It could be the Great Bao'en Temple or the Big Wild Goose Pagoda." Thunder Dragon nodded and said, "This is called Feng Jue."
"It feels very contradictory..."
"Then what should we do? This is how we have been passed down from generation to generation. At that time, Qing Lingzi and the others were deceived by burning books and entrapping Confucian scholars. Don't you see, they were buried alive for two thousand years and then came back?" Thunder Dragon He smiled helplessly: "By the way, you are so eager to inquire about the boss. If you are interested in him, just say so. Although you are not worthy of him, you can't give up hope."
"I'm too lazy to care about you."
Zhang Yao turned around and picked up the remote control and started searching for programs out of boredom.
Suddenly, everyone in the room turned their attention to the TV, because it happened to be a Hong Kong program that was interviewing Brother Zhang.
"What's going on?" Thunder Dragon stood up and looked at the TV curiously: "Boss... what are you doing?"
"Shh... don't make any noise." Zhang Yao frowned and stopped Thunder Dragon: "He seems to be participating in some competition."
"He? Entering the competition?"
Zhang Yao turned up the volume to the maximum, and the voice of Brother Zhang being interviewed came from the TV. He only heard the reporter asking Brother Zhang: "Are you confident in the next cooking competition? The person opposite is Zhuang Wenqing's closed disciple."
Brother Zhang smiled and said, "I have already won."
As he spoke, he pointed to the audience. When the camera turned, Xiao Ma was seen holding a reward, carrying a 100-inch TV behind him and waving to the camera.
Thunder Dragon cursed: "Bad luck."
Then the camera turned back to Brother Zhang, and the reporter asked again: "Then why did you agree to others' request to continue the game when you have already won?"
Brother Zhang was more straightforward than his Ding Ding, and he said immediately: "Because I can steal my teacher."
"Stealing a master?"
"Yes." Brother Zhang nodded seriously and said, "I have a restaurant. I can learn from his dishes and sell them back."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the milk tea shop fell over with laughter. Zhang Yao laughed so much that she banged the table, and even Da Huang was rolling around on the table with laughter.
This sentence immediately blocked the Hong Kong-based reporters who were talking thinly, and it was difficult to ask any more questions.
People have already said clearly that they went there just to steal the teacher, what else can they say? And what he said was reasonable. Wouldn't it be a beautiful thing to steal a famous chef's dish and sell it back?
Next, Brother Zhang's preparations have been completed, and all the valuable materials were displayed in front of the TV one by one.
Zhang Yao pointed at the TV and said: "This hotel has a good layout and knows how to market. It's amazing."
"Hmm..." Thunder Dragon touched his chin and pondered for a long time: "This idea can be adopted. When the boss comes back, we will also hold a competition for the God of Cooking."
"Stop making noise, let's start!"
Zhang Yao shouted excitedly, and the room fell silent instantly. Everyone watched as Brother Zhang put his hand into the box and slowly took out the name of a dish.
"Welcome Spring Luohan Zhai"
When Brother Zhang pulled out the name of the dish, his expression was clouded. Then he put the paper in his palm, took out his phone with his right hand and started looking up the recipe.
At this time, the other party's chef had already started making the soup-filled yellow croaker, but Brother Zhang was still looking up the recipe.
The annoying reporter just now came up again, almost taking a close-up of Brother Zhang with a slap in the face, and then asked in a mean tone: "Why don't you start taking action? Do you think it's too easy and there is no challenge?" "
Brother Zhang shook his head and said in a daze: "I don't know how. I'm looking up the recipe. After saying that, he actually turned the screen of his phone to show the reporter, and the recipe on it was really the Spring Festival Luo Han Zhai recipe."
Not only did the reporter feel like he couldn't ask any more questions, but even Brontosaurus and the others felt quite speechless.
"Hey, hey, hey, this is too honest... It's so embarrassing to do this." Zhang Yao shouted in the room: "Where is face? Doesn't he want face?"
"Brother Zhang is not used to those bad habits." The mouse held a handful of melon seeds and started eating them: "It's not like he's been cramming once or twice."
Brother Zhang put his mobile phone next to him and was chopping vegetables while watching the video in the recipe. Although he was just improvising, his skill level was far beyond imagination. He didn't even use his eyes to look at the dishes. Just pick it up and cut it, but you can still cut the dishes beautifully.
At this time, the camera turned again, and Brother Zhang's opponent had already started to feed the yellow croaker soup. It looked really beautiful. The host also praised Peter without hesitation, and said what kind of province he was. The hope of young chefs in Hong Kong and Macao, and he is said to be the most vital young chef god.
Peter was still concentrating on preparing the dishes, but after receiving such a rainbow fart, he lost his composure. He pointed at Brother Zhang and said to the reporter: "Go and shoot him. He beat me in two games."
The reporter was speechless, looked back at Brother Zhang, and then continued to focus the camera firmly on Peter.
"Hahahahaha... I'm laughing so hard."
The milk tea shop was filled with laughter and laughter at the moment. They knew after all what it means that evildoers will have their own misfortune. As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
This is not bad... the famously loud-mouthed host is now being manipulated by a chef to the point where his mentality explodes. The immediate focus of countless people is no longer on the actual dish being cooked, but on the temporary viewer. What new tricks will the magical chef do after the recipe?
"I want to go to the scene!" Brontosaurus said, took off his apron and rushed out of the door.
"I'm going too." Sister Dog followed closely.
At this time, Zhang Yao looked at the mouse blankly, and the mouse ate a melon seed: "Don't look at me, I can't fly."
