Late Night Cafeteria: Starting with a Bowl of Fried Rice to Save Iron Man

Moreover, there was a thought in Thomson's mind that he strongly rejected, but it always lingered.

He seemed to like the smell of pig innards.

"I'm one of the two cardinals in the Church of the Holy Light next to the Pope! I've never tasted so many delicacies from the mountains and seas in this world, why am I so obsessed with the taste of those pig offal shumai?"

Bishop Thomson was angry not only because he felt humiliated, but more importantly because he felt degraded.

Paladin George suddenly said: "They must have done it on purpose. Could it be that they discovered our 25's plan, so they deliberately embarrassed you?"

Bishop Thomson calmed his mind and restored the graceful bearing of the second-in-command of Holy Light Church again, affirming: "If they can't find out, I'll be surprised. What I used was an upright conspiracy."

"However, I thought it was a foolproof plan, but it failed unexpectedly."

Paladin George said: "This is Cliff's dereliction of duty. He used the power of the snake fruit, but the dish he made was easily defeated by the Xuanlong Kingdom No. 66 player. Do you want to punish him?"

Bishop Thomson shook his head, recalled the illusion created by the shumai, and sighed: "This time I underestimated the enemy, I never thought that the Xuanlong Kingdom Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, a young man, has such a powerful Soul Chef Art, tell the person in charge of the church embassy and ask him to collect as much information as possible about the No. 66 contestant."

"Yes, I'll make arrangements now!" Paladin George withdrew.

On the other side.

Jianlai City Sitian Supervision Branch, in a secret quiet room.

Since the end of the Soul Chef Competition, Zhou Xuan was brought here immediately, and he didn't even have time to meet with Ling Xinzhu and the others.

"Congratulations, Zhou Xuan, for being the first prize winner of the Soul Chef Competition, not only won the competition, but also thwarted the conspiracy of the Western mission." .

This is the first time facing such a Rank [-] boss, even if Zhou Xuan did not exude a sense of domineering at this time, but intuitively, he was facing a sea of ​​Wang Yang.

"The reward for the top prize of the Soul Chef Competition has long been announced. You must be aware that these three masters of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism will change your order for you, making you a genius who can cultivate the three teachings!"

The prisoner was stroking the goatee growing on his chin, and said, "But I still want to warn you, you can't chew too much. Although you can practice the three teachings in the future, it is best to choose a school that you like to focus on. practice."

Although the celestial master Zhang Pinwei is the oldest of the four, he has a pure heart and can't help saying: "Lao Yin, don't be a mother-in-law, let's give the reward to Zhou Xiaozi first, I'll come first!"

The whisk in Zhang Tianshi's hand gently swept over Zhou Xuan's head, and thousands of white filaments fell, turning into thousands of white lights and drilling into Zhou Xuan's body.

I only heard Zhang Tianshi say: "Zhou Xiaozi, you have five elements in your body. I can refine several attributes for you, and at the same time improve the purity of the spiritual root. Do you want to keep the spiritual root of that attribute? It is best not to exceed Two."

Zhou Xuan replied without thinking, "I want the fire attribute spiritual root."

As a soul chef, it is natural to be inseparable from fire.

Zhang Tianshi chuckled and said, "Alright, then you have to grit your teeth and don't cry out in pain!"

Zhou Xuan suddenly felt a raging fire burning violently in his body, and a stream of pure spiritual energy penetrated into Zhou Xuan's body continuously from Zhang Tianshi's body through the filaments hanging from the whisk.

Pain, fiery pain!

Zhou Xuan was sweating profusely, like a fish out of water, lying helplessly on the ground panting heavily.

In just ten minutes, Zhou Xuan felt as if he had been struggling in pain for ten days.

"Okay! Laodao not only purified the fire spirit root for you, but also has a wind spirit root. The wind helps the fire, which will be beneficial to you in the future." Zhang Tianshi's voice became a little hoarse, and he took the whisk back, and his breath became a little sluggish.

"Old Daoist consumes a lot of money. If you have to go back to Yuyou Mountain to cultivate for a while, take a step first."

Zhang Tianshi's figure disappeared into the quiet room.

Lingzang Bodhisattva took another step forward, and he didn't say much at all. Oh, by the way, he couldn't speak.

Lingzang Bodhisattva directly slapped Zhou Xuan's forehead, and the Buddha's light shone for a while.

Zhou Xuan suddenly found that his memory became extremely clear. He came to this world through the soul, and received the memory of the original body. He naturally did not remember many things that the original body forgot.

But at this moment, every picture that I saw when I opened my eyes, and every sound I heard, clearly emerged in my memory.

Not only that, Zhou Xuan's own memories of his past life also emerged one by one, which were extremely clear.

At the beginning, he was trapped in the hospital due to illness, and could only use various films, novels, games, and animation works to cultivate his sentiments.

Because the works he has seen are too many and too complicated, some of which he has forgotten himself, but under the light of the Buddha, he recalls them all. He remembers every word in the novel, and every picture in film, television and animation is imprinted in his mind. among.

"So, is this the opening of Su Hui?"

Lingzang Bodhisattva stopped casting spells, and his whole body became bleak, and then he waved goodbye to the rest of the quiet room.

In the end, only Yan Yuan, the Confucian scholar, was left, and he wanted to open a palace for Zhou Xuan.

"Zhou Xuan, I will use my own talents to help you open up a palace later, and directly elevate your realm to a Confucian ninth-grade child."

"But at the moment of opening the Wen Palace, you will get Wenquxing's attention. At that time, you need to see your mind clearly, and you will read an article, or a poem, or a word unconsciously."

"If you want to go further on the Confucian path in the future, don't forget what you read."

Zhou Xuan nodded.

Yan Yuanyasheng waved his hand, and pieces of talent fell on Zhou Xuan's head like spring rain.

In the sea of ​​​​knowledge, the God of Cooking sign-in system quietly disappeared, and a quaint palace emerged.

This is the palace of Confucian scholars!

Suddenly, a star appeared above Zhou Xuan's head.

The bright and incomparably bright star in the middle is the source of strength for Confucian scholars—Wenquxing!

In this world, Wenquxing is the brightest light.

It sprinkled starlight, and a little bit of starlight drilled into Zhou Xuanwen Palace.

A turbulent emotion forced Zhou Xuan to vomit quickly.

He thought of a poem, and immediately said:

"The golden talisman of the Zifu descends on the jade platform, and the flags and feathers cover the three platforms;

The Leiwen battles were divided one after another, and the stars of the constellations opened one after another.

Investigate selflessness and call it the highest virtue, and breed self-disciplined talents;

From now on, the gods, men, demons and ghosts will be settled, and it will be inconvenient to fall into the grass. "

hum~

At this moment, Wenquxing suddenly burst into intense light, and a huge amount of starlight poured into Zhou Xuanwen Palace. .

Chapter 93

A vision suddenly appeared, and the prison guard, who had been protecting the law beside him, wanted to take action to quell the chaos, but was stopped by Yan Yuanyasheng.

At this time, Yan Yuanyasheng consumed a lot of talent, and his own talent was still being drawn out continuously, providing the passage between Wenquxing and Zhou Xuanwen Palace.

"Zhou Xiaozi's great ambition can actually attract Wenqu Xingdong, descend Wenqu talent and instill the Wen Gong, if he cultivates it, he will surely become a great scholar!"

The third-rank Great Confucianism is also a very high-ranking existence in the Confucian Academy. If he is an official in the Sitianjian, it is enough to guard a province.

The supervisor could not have imagined that Yan Yasheng's evaluation of Zhou Xuan was so high, so he was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you so optimistic about him?"

Yan Yasheng explained: "It's not that I am optimistic about him, but Wen Quxing is optimistic about him."

"Confucian scholars clearly see the nature of their hearts, just like Buddhists making great vows."

"When we scholars open the Wen Palace, our aspirations will be witnessed by Wenquxing. If we have great ambitions and can be recognized by Wenquxing, we will be infused with Wenqu's talent and achieve the position of childhood."

"Ordinary people can see their minds clearly, but Wen Quxing only loses a few seconds of talent. For some talented readers, it will last for one minute. If there are some geniuses, it may take three to five minutes, and at most ten minutes."

A flash of reminiscence flashed in Yan Yuan's eyes, and he said, "When I opened the Wen Palace, it also caused a star movement in Wenqu, which brought down a huge amount of talent in Wenqu, which made my literary status directly cross the realm of childhood and become a scholar."

Having said this, he smiled bitterly and said to himself: "But it hurts me, in order to maintain the connection between Wenquxing and this kid, I can only use my talent and background to maintain this channel, I thought he would have three or five minutes. Wenqu talent is instilled, and it can be regarded as a gift from heaven."

"It now seems that the time limit has gone straight to ten minutes. It will take me twenty years to cultivate and restore my heritage."

"Fortunately, I have nothing to do in the library all day, and I have time to recuperate."

Jian Zheng suddenly remembered the poem Zhou Xuan had just read, recalled it carefully, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

"This kid has big ambitions, what does he want"?"

"The golden talisman of the Zifu descends on the jade platform, and the flags and feathers cover the three platforms;

The Leiwen battles were divided one after another, and the stars of the constellations opened one after another.

Investigate selflessness and call it the highest virtue, and breed self-disciplined talents;

From now on, the gods, men, demons and ghosts will be settled, and it will be inconvenient to fall into the grass. "

The supervisor looked at Zhou Xuan with his eyes closed in shock, and then looked at Yan Yuan, "This kid wants to set the order of the world and make gods, humans, demons, and ghosts run according to his wishes, this idea is too crazy, it's not at all. It's possible!"

Such a great wish, even the six supreme gods cannot realize it.

Otherwise, in this world, there will be no demons running rampant and hundreds of ghosts appearing unscrupulously.

Yan Yuan said: "It is impossible to achieve, but this ambition of Zhou Xiaozi has been recognized by Wenquxing, and this is enough."

Ten minutes later, Wenquxing disappeared.

The Wen Palace in Zhou Xuan's mind changed from the original simplicity to a palace with faintly shining stars.

The starlight that pervades the Palace of Literature is a group of talents of Wenqu, which converge on their own at this time and become a wordless book.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan's realm of Confucianism directly crossed the position of the ninth-grade boy, and achieved the eighth-grade scholar's position.

Yan Yasheng, who was seriously depleting his heritage, said goodbye directly to Jian Zheng and said in his mouth:

"The monkeys on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed ten thousand mountains."

Suddenly, the tide ebbs and flows in the quiet room, mountains emerge, and there are monkeys chirping in the mountains. A flat boat appears at the feet of Yan Yasheng, and instantly supports him across the mountains and back to the Confucian Academy.

This is a method that the Confucian first-grade sub-sage can use, and a single poem can span thousands of miles.

Back at the library, Yan Yuan was about to take a break when he suddenly found that the two items enshrined on the high platform had changed.

The Spring and Autumn Brush was still lying there quietly, but the bamboo slip that recorded the information of the Dragon God had changed.

Turned into a heavy book!

The surface of the book is a book cover condensed by an unknown substance, and three hollow characters record the divine records on it.

This is a book dedicated to recording the information of the gods in the world.

"Hey, the sudden appearance of the record of the gods, shouldn't it be related to Zhou Xuan's ambition?"

Yan Yuan was taken aback by this thought of his own, and hurriedly deleted the absurd thought in his mind.