Apocalyptic Forecast

"Strategy."

Huaixi explained: "Once you stand on the field, both sides should be equal, and you should go all out, and let your opponent lose without regret. That guy didn't look down on his opponent with one enemy and seven at the beginning. It also proposes such a humiliating condition ... In addition to saving energy and digestion, the most important thing is to stimulate the opponent's mentality. "

"Oh, it's like cursing people when playing basketball on a TV?" Zhenxi clapped her hands and suddenly realized: "It's so mean!"

"Out-of-the-board tricks are also a kind of tricks, really hopeful, that old guy doesn't care what other people say. Like his age, he has already fought any bad battles, and he has experienced too much. Being able to break down his opponent's mentality, he doesn't mind spending a bit of saliva at all. If someone exits in a rage, he will make a lot of money. "

When speaking, Huai Shi did not hide his voice.

Taking the sublimator's hearing as if it was a classmate who was talking about his own bad words when taking a self-study class, it is impossible to hear.

He did it on purpose.

Add plugs to this old man.

The stronger the opponent, the more skill he will come up with, how to see his depth.

The old man still didn't care, glanced at Huai Shi, nodded with admiration, and looked like a teachable child.

"... Even such dirty tricks are used, it seems that Senior Guo has no confidence in his skills."

Chai Chuan Chuang finally calmed down and said, "Unfortunately, I won't let you do what I want. I will go all out even if it is a defeated war ... But be careful, not before my hairy kid Overturned the boat. "

After all, he closed his eyes and calmed down, quickly regaining his calm state.

Waiting for the start of the game.

After a bunch of nonsense that no one listens to, the bronze bell finally sounded. At that moment, the high-pitched voice burst, and Chai Chuanchuang's hands flowed like clouds, making his own food like art.

Kaiseki cuisine itself is a banquet derived from Zen.

The most important thing is calm.

As a chef, meditation can't fall.

Now that Chai Chuan Chuang has entered the state, he has automatically shielded everything that has nothing to do with it, and has started to make his own work with all his might.

And Guo Shouque finally moved.

Take out a razor and shave the pig's head next to it slowly.

Like a hairdresser, carefully remove every inch of hair, and the hot water next to it has boiled. Casually pulling the ears of the pig, the whole pig head was stuffed into hot boiling water and rinsed.

Ignoring the boiling water drowning in the elbows, it was quickly lifted, and the pig's head was randomly thrown onto the chopping board.

Finally ... pull up the other sleeve of the gray cloth gown.

Huai Shi couldn't help frowning.

It's not just him. Other kitchen demon also felt wrong.

Keeping an eye on Miss Huaizhi, Zhenxi immediately noticed the change in her expression, and asked curiously, "Is there anything strange?"

"It's really true that you Yingzhou people don't usually eat this kind of place, so it's not clear that the pig's head is not handled this way."

Huaishi said the biggest doubt in his heart.

In fact, he has little experience, and has not studied the meat processing of pig head meat.

But anyway, he played with Uncle Fang. Uncle Fang occasionally left some to make food for Huai Shi and his friends at home. Hua Shi had seen the specific process many times.

The whole must be disassembled, and then the things that can not be eaten in the lymph and the corners of the eyes are taken out, and then they are separately marinated or made other ...

Even if it is roasting or other, it needs other processes.

The pig's head is probably still fresh. It didn't take long to cut it off the neck.

The breed is not a special type, it is an ordinary hog.

Guo Shouqian handled it so rudely, the blood could not be put cleanly, and it would only be terribly smelly.

Did the old man deliberately plan to make it difficult to eat and vomit his opponent? That's too ridiculous, now that the seven kitchen demon have been burned with anger, like a zombie. Not to mention a pig head before them, even if Guo Shoukui was lying on the chopping board, they could all eat and wipe away.

What picture?

Then he saw the old man lift the cauldron full of boiling water on the stove freely and throw it aside. Then, he put the bamboo basket he had been carrying on the stove.

Huai Shi narrowed her eyes and looked closely.

That thing is indeed a bamboo basket. But the baskets made up of countless fine strips are dark, making it impossible to see exactly what is in them.

Only a faint disturbing breath spread out of it.

This is definitely a border relic. There is nothing wrong with it.

But it should definitely not be used to roast on the fire ... not even a kitchenware at all!

As if it was handy for use, pour a scoop of cold water into it. The water did not ooze out so strangely, but instead churned in the darkness between the bamboo sticks, quickly stained with a layer of gray and black.

What is it for?

Huai Shi felt that his scalp was numb.

As if facing a huge abyss radioactive source, it feels that ubiquitous radiation is spraying out from it. Even the depth balance instrument across the field still makes Huai Shi's overly keen sense of uneasiness and trembling.

This old bastard, I'm afraid it's not a nuclear bomb roasting with fire?

Then, he saw that Guo Shouqian, the old fellow, grabbed the pig's head in one hand and threw it all over the grid on the bamboo basket. Finally, he covered the hood.

Then, just started to stand by.

Not to mention anything like star anise or fennel, even one salt is not put in it!

Steamed pig head in white water?

What the **** is this variant of boiled cabbage?

Huai Shi knew that his expression was ugly without having to look in the mirror.

What the **** are you doing?

As if he had noticed the sight of Huai Shi, the old man turned back with a smile, sighing like a gossip.

"Actually, it is better to use Ding, but unfortunately, after all, it is a barbaric state. A ceremonial tool like Tong Ding is not easy to find ... there is one in the museum, but Xiaohu's girl said nothing to me. "He clapped his hands helplessly and smiled on his old face:" It can only be done with soil. "

"……tripod?"

Huai Shi's head was cold.

This old man just steamed a pig's head. Why do you want such a big thing?

and many more……

His eyes twitched, and he began to wonder if there was a problem with his brain circuit.

"Huh? Looks like this, did you guess it? Hey, Miss Huai Paper knows a lot about Dongxia Culture, rare and rare!"

Guo Shouqian smiled and smiled, "Yingzhou people seem to care about their ancestors and lineages, right? The old age is also very extraordinary, how is it? Interested?"

Seen by the pair of playful and cold eyes, Huai Shi was facing the enemy.

Even at this moment he is not his enemy.

But the kind of gritty meaning from the abyss crossed the depth of the block, and fell on Huai Shi's body with his eyes, wandering in his ears repeatedly, turning into a weird whisper: "Do you really want to hear it? Is it? Is it? I guess you must be! "

Involuntarily, but also from the heart.

Huai Shi nodded.

"Ha, I knew it!"

Guo Shou laughed smugly, but his expression was not serious, as if it were completely unreasonable, "If you want to say, the surname Guo was originally inherited from the Guo Kingdom, and then traced back, it is Zhou Tianzi, who is Zhenger's eight classics. From the Ji Family. If Mu Tianzi was not bragging about seeing Queen Mother West, there was something divine in the old bloodline ... "

In Huaishi's pocket, the finger pressed on the phone moved slightly,

I just feel that the line of inspiration in my mind is more and more vivid.

Only one step away from the last answer!

"Ahaha, no need to check. Although this ancestor's honor has nothing to do with me, there is nothing to hide--"

Guo Shouque narrowly glanced at him, and directly said the answer: "Before the Guos moved far away, the Chu family was deeply valued by Zhou Tianzi, the demi-god at the time, and was given a heavy responsibility.

——The position inherited is called ‘Zongbo’. "

Huai Shi's finger on the phone was stiff in place.

It seemed like a ray of thunder broke into the brain, illuminating the darkness, and pointed straight at the only answer.

Zong Bo.

Upwards, it can even be traced back to the official post of the emperor Zhuan Xu of the ancient emperor of the Eastern Xia Dynasty.

But this is nothing but stuff.

Among all its powers, the most important ... is sacrifice!

For the heaven and earth gods and ghosts, offering sacrifices at four times in the present situation.

If it is called by the modern people more familiarly, it will be called "Guo Shi"!

The so-called Zongbo is the supreme priest who represents the heaven and earth to worship the ghosts and gods of the heaven and earth. In the chaotic era where people and gods are mixed, the highest priesthood that mortals can reach!

Huai Shi's fingers were twitching frantically.

Finally realized how hard Amber controlled himself not to crush the phone ...

Suddenly realized.

No wonder he uses pig heads.

No wonder they are so confident ... indeed, if that is the case, let alone seven, even if the quantity is doubled, there is no basis for the skill that is not strong enough to match him!

This is cooking, and it is clearly the ‘sacrifice’ when cooking sacrifices to ghosts and gods!

"Oh, don't be so shocked ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ It's actually not so scary, it's just an exaggeration." Guo Shouku waved carelessly, "There are only some tricks that are not influential until now And, besides, it ’s not my heirs. "

FNMDP!

Huai Shi was expressionless and did not respond.

I sneered.

From the Zhou Gong system ceremony, after cutting off the inheritance of blood sacrifice, the gift of man replaced the gift of the beast, and then deposed all inhuman ghosts and gods, and re-established a new order.

From then on, Dongxia said goodbye to the tragic and **** blood sacrifice and turned to another path.

As a miracle of the heirs, Zong Bo who uses the calendar to reset the operation of the stars and frame the order of all things with ceremonies, even if it is passed down to only a fraction of a star, is enough for this old man to mix in the Dongxia lineage.

"Too strong? Or less?"

He was too lazy to keep secret and asked directly.